multi has been moved.
characters i’m moving / picking up on my new multi : tara carpenter, alicia clark, amanita caplan, malia tate, cat grant, daphne greengrass, esme cullen, olivia crain, leslie shay, madison clark, cordelia goode, melinda may, olivia benson, jane smith, regina mills, river song, sersi, aurora, nomi marks, theodora crain. original characters are : arsyn, aryana asare, cassandra, gisele braga, hannah reyes, kendra, paige barlow. i’ll also be moving helen sharpe from sharpewit over as well.
suggest / request muses or faceclaims for ocs for me to keep or pick up.
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JENNA ORTEGA as TARA CARPENTER SCREAM (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
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REQUIL & SAM CARPENTER
THE HEATER HUMMED, NESTLED IN THE UPPER CORNER OF THE PRIVATE ROOM, and yet samantha couldn’t shake herself of the cold that had settled on her skin. even after her hurried attempt at cleaning herself up, faint streaks of blood painted the length of her arms. she shrugged her jacket over her shoulders in an attempt to cover up the unsightly reminders of the night they had just had. nurses milled around the room, and sam is grateful for their attentiveness. she only wished they would stop peering in to get a peak of the girls who had become woodsboro’s latest media sensation. with a shaky sigh, she dropped her head into her hands, and stared at the spotless tiles under her. with every blink of her eyes, another scene from the bloody night flashed before her and the tension that had knotted in her stomach grew tighter and tighter. she lifted her head when she heard the rustle of her sisters blankets, and pulled the chair closer to the edge of her bed. ❝ hey, ❞ she rested a gentle hand on tara’s arm, surprised to find her fingers meeting skin as cold as her own.
with a mild furrow of her brows, she carefully pulled the hospital blanket higher up. it felt foreign, caring for her sibling. it had been years since she had last seen her, and a mass murder spree wasn’t exactly the reunion she had anticipated after five long years. seating herself back into the stiff chair, her leg bounced rhythmically. despite the doctors advice to rest, the adrenaline rushing through her kept her wide awake and on her toes. where there should have been a sense of relief, there was nothing but a build up of emotions that she erected her walls up around. a dam that was cracking at its seams the further the night dragged on. she swallowed hard, another brick to the wall that kept her feelings in check, and turned her undivided attention back to her sister. every now and then her eyes would flicker to any motion near the door, only to spot the tan brown of a cop’s uniform passing by. ❝ we don’t have to do this now, but I just wanted you to know that i’m here. ❞ she said the words with a finality she hoped felt as heavy as it did on her tongue. ❝ i’m here to talk if you need to. ❞ finally here for you, tara.
it’s the continuous beeping of your heart monitor and the sterile smell that tells you where you are when you wake : not that you couldn’t have immediately guessed. and you hate it. you hate it here - this bed, this hospital, woodsboro. you hate it something violent as you reluctantly open your eyes, squinting at the brightness of the lights above you. turn them off, you think, but you can’t quite figure out how to speak yet. fuck those lights. you stare at them as you shift, hospital blankets tucking you in tightly, suffocating you. you hate them too. and you hate these drugs, and you hate that you need them, and you hate that you’re tired even though you just woke up. what the fuck is with that ? you blink at that, “hey,” - head lulling towards the pillow to see your sister at your side. de ja fucking vu. brows pinch as frown forms, and you muster a croaky ❝ hey, ❞ back.
your eyes turn down to the blankets she pulls up, and you almost shake your head. you fidget a little, as best you can with your injuries. you don’t want them. they’re too tight. maybe yeah, you’re cold. but you can’t fucking breathe. still, you say nothing. your eyes drift up to sam, so focused on taking care of you, that you don’t bother to stop her. whatever. they’re just blankets. instead, you lay there watching your sister : you are blessedly dosed on some serious pain killers, high as a fucking kite. you hate that too. you meet sam’s eyes with your own, following them as they drift towards the door, and you tense before you realise it’s just a cop. ironic. just a cop isn’t always a good thing. you are still staring at the door when sam speaks, and your eyes turn back to her. i’m here, she says. you offer a small smile. ❝ yeah- ❞ you whisper, before you nod. ❝ i know. ❞ still, there is a part of you that can’t help but wonder ... for how long ? it runs in the family. running, that is. their ... your dad, ran. sam ran. even your mother left you. and you always stay. you shrug. ❝ not now, ❞ you agree, then silence, before you stare back up at the lights you hate. ❝ ... i killed my best friend. ❞
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this blog will be gutted and redesigned. you can primarily find me on @mahdena at the moment, @shewalked is still active but temporarily on hiatus. if you wanna remain moots here, interact with this post or drop me a dm either via tumblr ims or via discord.
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WEATHRS & GALE WEATHERS
gale has realized that taking a bullet at FIFTY - FIVE has infinitely more consequences than at thirty - one. every time she shifts, she feels like her muscles are 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑, like crawling into a hot bath and staying there for the rest of her life seems like the only viable option. as she looks over at the teenager in the hospital bed in front of her though, she’s reminded of many other things. a girl who had barely started life had now experienced more LOSS & TRAUMA than she ever should have. and while she wished she didn’t, gale also sees the girl who her husband 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 to protect. losing dewey was a pain she couldn’t describe, her heart in a constant, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞. one may question if gale resents the teenager, blames her in some twisted, fucked up way … but she doesn’t. all she wants is to be here for this kid. it was as though dewey took his DESIRE TO PROTECT and gifted it directly to gale.
both her and dewey’s wedding rings now dangle around her neck in the form of a necklace, her fingers constantly toying with the bands as she UNCHARACTERISTICALLY slouches in the chair next to tara’s bed while trying to getsomewhatcomfortable. she’s REFLECTING on the visit she’d had with sidney, talking through the life changing decision she was about to make. gale didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, yet she knew it was what she needed to do - 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. “ now? well, not much since they’re not exactly releasing you tomorrow. ” gale offers a small smile, sucking in a breath as she sits up straighter. “ once they do … i have an idea, but i need you to understand something first. ” gale tentatively rests her hand over tara’s, her thumb running across the teenager’s BATTERED knuckles. “ what happened with dewey … it wasn’t your fault. it was those fuckers, not you. i don’t want you thinking for a second that it was, or that i think it was. okay? ”
you’re just a kid. you like to think you aren’t : that you haven’t been for a while. with a father who left you at eight, a sister who abandoned you at thirteen, and a mother who is out of the country more than she is in it. you all but raised yourself, so you like to think you aren’t a kid - but you are. and that’s what makes your surviving all of this shit all the more surreal. broken bones and stab wounds and rope burn around your wrists, your sister’s blood on your hands as you tried to stop the bleeding, a gunshot ringing in your ears : the gun itself still warm in your hands. you killed amber. you killed her. and you know you shouldn’t feel guilty about it, because she killed too. but it’s a lot to weigh on one’s conscience. and you’re still just a kid.
you muster the smallest of smiles you can manage in response, because she’s right. you’re not going anywhere anytime soon ... but after that, what then ? your mom is still in london, has yet to say a word about coming home : home, where you were nearly killed. the thought alone makes you shudder. but you are broken from your thoughts when hand touches hand, and you still but you do not retreat. your eyes rise to meet gale’s and you suck in a harsh breath as she tries, in vain, to assuage you of your survivor’s guilt.
tears well in your eyes and, with her hand atop yours, your fingers curl inwards, grasping at hers. ❝ how did you- ❞ know ? you want to ask, but you cut yourself off, lips thinning as if to hold it in, keep it close like a secret you’ll take to your grave. you sniffle, head bowing as your eyes avert to your blanket covered lap. ❝ he wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for m-me. ❞
this blog will be gutted and redesigned. you can primarily find me on @mahdena at the moment, @shewalked is still active but temporarily on hiatus. if you wanna remain moots here, interact with this post or drop me a dm either via tumblr ims or via discord.
you are still recovering : bones broken, wounds stitched, bruised and bloody. it’s a mess. you’re a mess. and you’re alone. your mother, absent. your sister, dead. your best friend, responsible. it’s fucked up, there’s no way else to describe it. but you’re fairly dosed up right now, pain relief the only thing keeping you conscious, and you can’t even cry : maybe it’s a good thing. you didn’t know what to say to them when they first came to see you - but now it’s just you, and her. gale @weathrs. what the fuck do you say to someone who’s husband died to save you ?
silence drags on : stilted and uncomfortable until you shift, and you flinch, and you expel a held breath. all the fight leaving you. your eyes rise to meet hers and you ask, ❝ so - what happens now ? ❞ it’s a loaded question, you know. and relevant to . . . so many things. but you’re tired, and a little high, and it hurts to breathe. you just want to know now. you want to be prepared.
characters i will definitely be keeping :
- a /licia clark
- a /manita caplan
- c /ordelia goode
- l /eslie shay
- m /alia tate
- m /elinda may
- o /livia benson
- o /livia crain
- r /egina mills
- t /ara carpenter
i’m also probably gonna do a blog cleanse so soft-block and refollow blogs so that i’m keeping everything tidy.
imma redo my carrd here i think. retcon a couple characters, cut it down. mostly because all my energy and focus is going to mahdena and anything left over will go to shewalked when i end my temp. hiatus. so i wanna keep this space for like. developed plots / dynamics etc.
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“Hello Sidney … it’s an honour.”
Scream [2022] Dir: Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
i’m not here much but adding tara from scream 2022 for @weathrs
do you guys think thena stepped on that chips packet on purpose ?
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meme call … give this a like and i’ll send between 1 - 5 memes for you to respond to however/whenever you like. some memes may be unspecified for you to pick a muse to interact with yourself.