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So I got an anon about Jill being used in threads and stuff still? I’m not active anymore , and honestly i don’t think i will be , mostly because...this fandom has ruined Jill for me. I don’t like to have people see her as a villian or as a bitch or as a bad person..because she isn’t. She’s a good plot device but the thing is ...if i’m not here anymore then like i can’t really consent to it if nothing is talked about. So whoever has a ship with me , or wants to use her as an npc in their plots. Please don’t because i am not here nor is anything really being discussed with me.
With that , this blog is now an Archive. I will NOT be returning to do threads here. If there is anything yall need to talk about you can IM me and i’ll give you my discord. Maybe just maybe i can be convinced to play her on discord but not here...not anymore.
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I am beyond tired of this shit , Sucksahoy being Bowie...like cmon you called out other people for this shit , your brand is basically calling people out and being the “good guy” of the fandom while you were just throwing mud so nobody could see you for who you are....I am so tired of this fandom...so fucking tired...So i might actually leave it for good this time.
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gareththegreat:
he’s sure jason would be less than pleased to hear that she was project partners with gareth keefer. he’d be lying if he didn’t find a lot of amusement in that. like he wasn’t picturing all the things he’d say and how his face would look. yeah, he found it heavily amusing. jason and gareth had butted heads for years and that didn’t change. “yeah, i guess—…” he never really liked to talk about his family. he wasn’t necessarily close to any of them. his little brother was a up and coming football star in the tenth grade. his twin sister? was basically his polar opposite minus the fact, much to both their chagrin, were incredibly similar personality wise. the keefer temper was certainly a thing. “metal as hell? what do you know about metal?”
“I know a little bit...obviously..i’m not yknow an expert on it like you and your friends but i have an Mötley Crüe album..i know they’re Glam Metal but..you know. Oh also i have Iron Maiden’s The Number of the Beast album. i kinda just listen to music that sounds...good to me. Don’t really have a favorite genre. “ she gives a little shrug. A lot of people though she was kidding when she said she listened to whatever sounded good to her but she really did mean it..while she liked Madonna and Blondie she also enjoyed some rock and Metal as well. She was just more...low key about it all.” Again i’m like no expert but they’re good , always wanted to go to a concert but...i think my parents would kill me..”
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—- Open Starter Call
*Please like this post if you want me to write you a starter—–
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gareththegreat:
he can’t help but widen his eyes, his cheeks immediately turning pink at the mention of him being cute. yeah, he never expected jill carver of all people to say that to him. she was basically his arch nemesis’s sister, she was someone who should sneer in the direction of a freak like him. though, instead, she called him cute. fingers run through his hair, having it so curls cover his eyes slightly. yeah, he never knew how to respond to a compliment. “uh, thanks—…” a slight laugh leaves him, eyes shifting away from jill as he pouts slightly. “yeah, weird. especially whenever you end up polar opposites,” though, jerry and gareth were extremely similar rather they liked it or not.
“...heh..yeah..” She looks down at her shoes for a moment before looking back up at Gareth. Jason would scold her if he could see her right now...he’d think she was weird for liking the freaks..for thinking they are worthy of her attention but ..not so long ago she was one of them..a nerd that was outcasted before Jason build her a new reputation... which...to her was worse than being a Nerd. “Siblings can be strange...sometimes you hate them..sometimes you love them..sometimes both at the same time....but yeah i mean..your and jerry are both pretty cool. I mean” She chuckles a little before continuing “ you more so because you’re like... not letting pepole change you so..that’s ...yknow metal as hell.”
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gareththegreat:
whilst he was always aware that jerry had a tight knit group with the cheerleaders, he always thought it was something superficial. something that wasn’t real. that maybe all of them hated each other secretly. though, maybe that was on him for assuming. assuming his friendships were more real and raw than a bunch of high school girl’s on the cheer squad. he’ll scoff, shaking his head at the mention of the eyebrows, shaking his head slightly. “wow. she’d fuckin’ hate to hear that. she always hated her eyebrows. probably because they look like mine,” though, in reality, it was because they both had rather thick brows. that’s not jerry’ s fault. “do i really scrunch my nose?”
“Yeah...it’s cute.” She adds, though she looked a little paniced after she said that..almost like she said too much and couldn’t catch herself in time. “And also your eyebrows are fine..both of you have fanatastic brows.” She adds , trying to hide the blush that spread over her face. “ I mean Jason yknow..him being my twin i don’t know if you noticed but i got his shoulders..” She adds , trying to distract from her very first statement. “ Weird how that works..with twins ...right?”
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stormy blue eyes follow her hands as they run up his chest, resting on his shoulders. eyes focus on her features, mouth falling opening. she looked good like this. she looked amazing on top of him. his grasp tightens on her hips as she grinds her hips, his hands moving with her hips to keep the rhythm going. a soft moan leaves him as his eyes flutter shut briefly.
her lips find his own and it’s—…soft. this was different. this wasn’t all teeth and tongue. she didn’t taste like liquor and cigarettes. he’ll lean forward into the kiss, hand moving from one of her hips to rest on her cheek. whenever she pulls away, his mouth remains open as he let’s out a loud moan, followed by a short laugh. he was always reactive and she felt so fucking good. “baby, can you—…go faster?”
Another kiss placed on his lips before she picks up the pace with her hips. “ Of course, Baby..” She whispers against his lips. Hearing him call her a pet name made her blush a little..it sounded so sweet coming out of his mouth. Her nails gently running over his neck and then chest, applying just enough pressure so he’d feel them but it doesn’t hurt him too much.
She could not get enough of his look in his eyes...how hungry he was for this..how present he was...how much he enjoyed her body. She loved being desired...and Gareth really knew how to make her feel like the most desirable girl ever. “Choke me..” She moaned out softly. “ Please..”
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Indie Private Fandomless Nun OC - Minors DNI - Written and Adored by Sam
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Is it bad that the less time i spend on this blog the better i feel mentally...? I mean it’s not bad but i think that i was right in the assumption that Jill is beyond saving , like i barely have any muse left after all the shit i’ve realized about this blog and this fandom and some people i interacted with. Mainly that ...Jill is a good plot device. She is ...the Manic Pixie Dream Girl of rp muses. She swoops in , gives you good angst , good fluff , good smut but i don’t think people often see her as a full person. And this goes back to Female muses being less liked than Male muses for the same behaviour. Or maybe i’m just an unlikeable writer...we shall never know but with that.......
Consider this blog Low Activity from now on
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Sydney Sweeney
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gareththegreat:
it takes a lot to make gareth relaxed. normally, whenever he was hooking up with someone, he was under the influence of something. everything was quick, usually in a backroom or in some seedy bathroom of some shady bar. this was a little out of his element. he was terrified he’d mess up. though, jill had done an amazing job at making him feel comfortable, making him feel good. he couldn’t help but grin as he helped her ride out her orgasm, pulling away slightly.
stormy blue eyes focus on her features, breath hitching in his throat. “oh shit—…uh, okay—..” he’ll grasp at her hips, laying back on the bed and holding her on his lap. “fuck—…” fingers run through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes.
Her hands running up his chest to his shoulders as she grinds her hips rhythmically. God he was handsome..and seeing the soft blush on his face and his soft locks all messy...she would pay good money to have this moment forever engraved in her memories. Usually she also was drunk or high when hooking up with guys...though this was different.
After a moment she leaned down to kiss him , slowly..lovingly. It was probably now it really sunk in just how much she liked him..She could leave this as a hook-up. Could become friends with benefits...but kissing him like this..feeling his warm hands on her hips...she really wanted him to hers...and hers alone. A hand running over his shoulder to his neck .holding him close. Her lips pulling from him , her forehead resting on his. “ ...Fuck you feel good” She moaned out with a soft laugh.
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“Yeah, Eddie Munson, gym rat.” His tone was so dry, dripping with sarcasm. If that wasn’t enough it was accompanied by an eye roll as he closed the door behind her and went into the kitchen to grab them two beers. “Sorry this isn’t a… martini or whatever rich people drink.” He said as he uncapped the beer bottle, setting it down on the coffee table right next to her stuff.
Eddie plopped down on the couch right beside Jill, leaning back against the cushions and slouching. When Jill asked about head messages, his head just fell to the side to look at her. “There’s like a 90% chance I’ll fall asleep.”
“That’s really sweet” She hummed out , hand moving to grab the beer and taking a sip. Despite the fact she always dressed to the nines she didn’t mind non fancy things. She liked canned beer and thrifted clothes...she herself just didn’t portray it outwardly as her...reputation was very different now than it used to be. “I’ll try not to wake you up then if you fall asleep.” She adds witha chuckle , she meant it though..seeing Eddie relaxed completely was a rare sight so if he was to fall asleep during this , she would feel flattered that he feels safe enough to do so around her. “ Any preferred scent you want for the products? Anything you’re allergic to?” She asks , slowly assmebling the things she wanted to use on the coffee table.
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“Oh that does sound very tempting.” Eddie tells her with a grin. He puts his things away happy to know he has homework done for a change. He smiles rolling his eyes playfully. “My oh my- you’re just full of jokes aren’t you? I would’ve never guessed but it’s a welcome surprise, Jill.”
“One of us Carver Twins had to be the funny pretty one..and it’s for sure not Jason” She laughed softly at that. “ He’s just the brawn yknow? “ She leaned head head on her hands looking at him. “ And also the religious freak...but Jesus won’t save me , i think he’s horrified with his creation when he looks at me.”
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he can’t help the grin that forms on his face . it was a dick move , and he knew that . but if there had been a real threat there wouldn’t have been a smile on his face . he does watch the shadows , he’s always watching the shadows . but he knows that there’s no demon lurking in them . at least not yet . he casts his eyes back down to her , raising a hand to rub at his arm though it didn’t hurt . “ow jesus okay,” the grin is still on his face . “have more faith, if there was something in the shadows i’d be running in the other direction by now.”
“You better not fucking leave me behind if you’re bolting out of here” She moves over to stand next to him..even though he said he was kidding she still had this weird feeling of being watched..like someone was starring at her and reaching a hand out to touch. Out of instinct her hand moved to hold onto his arm. “ With how creepy this place is i wouldn’t be surprised if you turned to me to tell me you’ve been dead for 15 years and you’re a ghost...” She then looks up at him “ My house is old as hell but it- ” She was cut off by the sound of something falling onto the ground in the basement. It sounded heavy..
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edhellfire:
It was always interesting when Jill came to Forest Hills. She never just casually walked up or hitched a ride, her shiny convertible just rolled right up to the Munson trailer and she got out and walked to the door like she owned the place. It was usually just Eddie and he’d told her to just walk in. That wasn’t the interesting part. The interesting part was the looks she got from the neighbors. Eddie was very amused by it. He understood though. Why the fuck would a Carver willingly hang out at the trailer park and with a Munson? Well, because her and Eddie were friends. Good friends at that. Friends with benefits even, on occassion.
Eddie heard the car’s engine as it was coming into the trailer park so by the time Jill was up the steps, Eddie had already opened the door for her. He was just chilling at home by himself so he was no means dressed up. Jeans that had been washed one too many times hanging low on his hips combined with a black t-shirt that had been washed so many times it looked gray. The AC/DC shirt had been cut into a crop, the sleeves were gone too. He flicked the ashes of his cigarette onto the steps of the trailer, then moved out of the way to let Jill in. “I swear to god, Jill. You make me look like Steve Harrington I’ll burn your house down.”
“I would never dream of it!” She giggled softly upon entering. His place always felt more like home than her own room did. It was cozy, dimmed and it always had this air of...laughter. With how Eddie talked about his Uncle she sometimes wished that could be her and her dad. But alas...” You two have different hair textures i could never make you look like him , i’d have to straighten your hair and then cut it and style it...it would be waaaay too much effort” She lifts the bag a little to place it on the couch. “ You look good in a crop top by the way...very like.....heavy metal gym rat, i like it” She added before sitting down and patting the seat next to her so he’d sit. She looked excited , her eyes glimmering and her hands eager to get to work..she didn’t have many friends who just....hung out with her. Usually she had party friends...not just...friends. Eddie was sort of the only one. “Do you mind head massages at all? Some people get really freaked out by them so...yknow..i just want to make sure..”
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