misquigley

[misquigley]

Hi hello! Sorry for being MIA for the last well...weeks lol I got sick with a dumb chest cold then my birthday was the 5th and my bestest friend, my wifey, my ride or die surprised me for my birthday 😭 so I was entirely focused on birthday stuff and having @scatcrccio / @healiotrope up here visiting!

Will hopefully, eventually get muse to come back but hope you all have been well!!

[misquigley]

Her life could have been very different. She could have had no life for the last twenty-fives years. She could have easily been one of the others who didn't make it home. Natalie had had that choice, the power to end her life with a simple admission to the others. Yet she hadn't. She had, instead, spared Misty's life only to then save it in the end with calling for help.

It's something she hasn't thought of in all these years. A secret shared between them and left out in those woods. Because if she thought about it, really let it nestle down into every inch of her being, the guilt would have been too much to bear. She knew she had been reckless and endangered them all by destroying it, that her need to be wanted and useful, had caused the deaths of many people she considered friends. And she does think about it, sometimes, when her mind drifts for too long, when she's still and doing nothing and it comes creeping to the front. Reminding her that her hands were covered, dripping with blood.

Speaking of it now, with Natalie, she can almost feel that last winter nipping at her. Her hands ache and fingers curl to make fists for just a brief moment, but long enough for her to shiver. She all but forces her hands to relax as she looks to the other, swallowing as words hang in the air like stale cigarette smoke. But she meant it. Natalie had never disappointed her nor let her down.

"Is that what you tell yourself or what...others have said?" the petite blonde asked after a moment or two. There was hesitation in the question, but there was always hesitation thrown towards the other. A desire to never upset her, to tread carefully incase she decided to lash out; she'd take it, if she did lash out. "You saved us, Natalie. It wasn't me, Van, no one else saved us. But you. And that doesn't scream disappointment," she added. However, she knew there was more to it, that that disappointment wasn't about coming home. It was about what Nat had done once they were home.

Misty finally takes hold of the martini glass and though she wishes to enjoy the fact that her drink of choice was remembered, she wished for something stronger. She drinks the chocolate martini regardless, taking a sip and savoring the rich flavors blending with the vodka. Glass is returned and hand is idle as finger drags along the stem of the glass as she listened to Nat.

"Maybe not. But..." she trailed off, eyes falling to the table as hand drifted from glass to come to hover over the others hand. Close but not touching, as if she were afraid she'd be burned by Natalie's skin. And maybe she would be, a defense thrown up to keep her of all people away from her. "It doesn't change the fact that I owe you everything, Nat. More than anyone..."

@misquigley asked: you didn’t let me down.

it'd hung in the stale air between them for years; the transponder. the fried wires and dented casing, and the bitter, punishing winter that'd numbed any fury natalie might've felt, the moment she'd seen it cradled in misty's hands, right out of her mind. still, it was an ancient secret. a skeleton, unearthed from some warped old closet, carried for so long that she couldn't imagine walking around without it.

letting it loose now, just to get some miniscule, barely palpable burden off her chest, was pointless.

" I let a lot of people down, " she supplied, in drawled deflection, and pushed the martini glass in front of her in misty's direction. that admission came off cool, flippant; but underneath there existed a pain that'd never gone away. a regret that'd been with her longer than any faded needle mark, any fresh ear piercing — just as long as the faint knife - scar that still marked her shin. she had. she'd fallen short of so many expectations over the years. disappointed her catatonic mother, more stranger to her than parent. she'd never get to apologise to javi. or travis. or anyone else they'd lost instead of her. ( at least misty, in her misguided efforts to keep close, to give her misplaced reverence, didn't need that from her. )

" but that... it wouldn't have done any good, to let them know why we were out there. "

[misquigley]

There was no denying what she craved. It was something she had sought out even before the crash, something that continued to elude her despite her best efforts. Little by little, she would do her best to make herself more likeable, even if that meant lying or spreading a rumor. So long as she was included in it, she never really stopped to take into consideration what could or would happen to her. But this was no place to be indulging herself in partaking in old habits, not when it was life or death out here.

And like most times, there wasn't much thought behind her actions. When she had told Shauna about Nat possibly knowing where coach was, she hadn't thought anything of it. At least nothing outside of being on Shauna's good side, avoiding death stares and any future attacks. And of course, being involved and included. Because deep down, Misty never thought that they would find Ben or that they would run across him again. She had hoped for that, above all else, that he was either out there or hadn't survived.

She should have thought better, should have actually thought.

Hands are in her lap as head hangs and eyes avert Natalie's gaze. She had failed Ben, failed Nat, she had failed. She hadn't been good enough to defend him, to make the others believe that he couldn't and hadn't set the cabin on fire. But Shauna, Gods, Shauna's way of instilling fear in the others to sway them had been too powerful. And she's thinking of this when the others voice cuts through her thoughts, head rising slightly to finally glance towards her.

"I didn't think she'd believe me...o-...or that..." words trail and fade off as voice began to wobble. Tears had already been shed and she can feel fresh hot ones beginning to pool in her eyes once again. She's quick to swipe at her eyes and swallows the growing lump in her throat before attempting to speak again. "I'm sorry I messed up. I'm sorry I-...I couldn't save him..." and her voice is small, remorseful, and she asks herself the question that Nat couldn't ask in full; why do you do these things? Why are you this way?

@misquigley liked for requested a yellowjackets muse!

Most of the time, Nat didn't really know what to think of Misty. The mousy girl who just seemed desperate for approval, flitting between all of them - ready to prove her loyalty to whoever would get her the most attention. Always trying to be involved in every meeting, being shooed away. Her medical knowledge sometimes being the only thing to keep them alive out here. Misty ... was her own enigma, and Nat's feelings towards her always felt mixed.

But now, as she sat across from the poodle-haired blonde, all she felt was a sense of betrayal - her brain playing Coach's screams from the other night over and over again in her head. "It was you, wasn't it? That told Shauna I knew where Coach was?" There wasn't much anger in her tone though, she sounded tired more than anything. It felt like all she ever was any more was tired. "Why would you - Misty, why do you -" She took in a breath, slowly letting it out. "Shit's already gone pretty bad, but it could've gone a whole lot fucking worse. I get you wanna be liked or whatever, but god Misty, you gotta think about this shit."

[misquigley]

shauna & misty / showing fear;

( mild spoilers mentioned )

in the teen timeline, it's kind of hard to gauge how misty really feels when it comes to shauna. there's not much shown between them interacting solo or apart from the group; most we've seen is the trial scenes/episode where misty questions her, etc. but even then, it's as if misty doesn't really feel one way or another when it comes to the other woman. not even when she's revealed to be the antler queen and has been since she was given the reigns/position of leader. misty is, in my opinion, neutral when it comes to shauna.

there's a small glimpse in the background, a blink and you miss it moment, where misty is seen braiding shauna's hair. which i would assume she was either asked or told to do so, regardless of that, she still did it. and she doesn't show much fear when the other is shown being angry or upset. she's just...there lol however, misty being misty, she's good at acting ( sorry kristen/krystal, you were wrong ) and that's because she's great at manipulating. and this is shown especially in the finale, that final moment that we saw from the pilot in season one that was re-shown and with more information/knowledge in the season three finale.

truly, we did not know the full extent of misty looking into the camera/at us or why she was smirking. i, for the longest time, had simply assumed it was due to whoever pit girl had been ( rip mariana sofia ibarra, you will forever be an icon and THE moment girly pop ) and that was it. but then we see how season three in the teen timeline unfolds and there is so much revealed! so much that explains why some of the adult timeline dynamics are the way that they are.

now, until it's revealed in season four, everything is simply speculation when it comes to shauna and misty's dynamic in the adult timeline.

with that being said and circling back to there being no fear shown, it's really showed in the adult timeline between the pair. when shauna comes to confront misty and, yet again, accuse her of doing something—jeff and callie disappearing which was of their own free will and entirely jeff's decision!—to her family who has disappeared. shauna is clearly upset, scared, panicked, angry even and misty...doesn't care. there's absolutely no fear shown or hesitation.

for most of their conversation, misty's back is to shauna as shown above. that doesn't scream prey vs predator or queen and subject. no, it shows you were never my queen nor a threat to me. and is truly a slap to the face or should be to shauna. especially since—this is where my own personal thoughts of shauna's character comes into play as i write her over on the multi—shauna lives off of fear. of making people fear her because it's power and it's something she craves.

so with misty not giving her that power, basically telling her you have no power over me, it just makes things even more juicer and what's to come with season four and her teaming up with taissa. and it's going to be an ultimate fight of who is more powerful and the strongest yellowjacket when they come to blows.

[misquigley]

the black box / transponder;

so, it should go without saying that no one outside of natalie and misty know that she is the one who destroyed or at the very least was in possession of the black box / transponder. however, there is a possible exception to van being included in knowing of it. but not completely as it would have been too much of a risk for misty, nat, and even van if she were to know the full extent behind it.

i like to think that misty simply told van that she had found it damaged and didn't know what it was or what it could do. but she had a feeling that maybe it would or could be important later on and that's why she hid it away. and it wasn't until she saw van with the the STAT phone that she had even thought about the box. now, whether or not van completely believed that, it's hard to say and is left up to those that write van and how they think she would have handled the situation.

regardless of whether she did or didn't believe misty, doesn't really matter. if anyone else, especially shauna found out about the box, misty would not have survived. and it's because of nat not telling the others that she feels a sense of owing her life to the other woman. and further reason why she is and was so devoted to natalie, even after not seeing one another for twenty-five years.

natalie saved her in more than one way out there. and for that, misty is forever grateful for that. for her antler queen.

[misquigley]

I’m sorry for your loss but I still think you shouldn’t have caused it

[misquigley]

👁️👄👁️ y'all should come write in my tlou verse for misty cause i am feral for it after the s02 premiere

[misquigley]

gonna be over on the multi tonight ( @ darkconsumed ) but here is ep10 caps! i'll keep caps up for about a week or longer <3

[misquigley]

They weren't supposed to be talking to them. Or at least getting to know them, but she didn't feel like being referred to as four eyes forever how long Kodiak and Hannah were going to be around for. So with a bit of hesitation and an annoyed sigh, she figured it'd be fine for him to know her name. "Misty," she stated flatly as she stared up at him.

She hadn't thought they'd find somewhere to call home for the time being. But the group had came together and they had gotten lucky with finding that book on architecture. Now they wouldn't have to brave the cold completely when and if they had to stay here through another winter.

"Just...go in a corner. Like the animals do," she muttered making a face, "also I'm not allowed to take you out of here. At least not alone."

KODIAK. ( YELLOWJACKET )

@misquigley

" Hey, I'm talking to you, four eyes. Over here! "

[misquigley]

Death was as common to them as breathing was. At least it had been that way once upon a time. But they weren't girls in those woods anymore, no, they were adults and home. Where nothing bad was supposed to happen. And this was Van of all people! So even the idea of them dying because of cancer left the blonde teetering on the edge of denial. Because it didn't matter if she had the knowledge, knew that people who reached stage four of any cancer, their odds were not favorable to surviving it. Because it was Van Palmer.

And she was dealing with the Taissa Turner who would not fare well if this was it for the redhead. Even though she said I don't know—it was true though because it'd been so long since she'd even thought about It—she knew she had to will it into existence. If they ( they were in this together, just like they were out there ) had to kill another person, so be it. Misty wasn't above taking a life and neither was Taissa, especially if it meant helping Van. She would at least be able to use her credentials to find the right people, those that deserved it or otherwise were not long for this world.

With arms wrapped around her tall frame, the nurse is surprised that she's allowed to hug her. That she wasn't shoved away or told to let go. It just showed how serious the situation was and how much Tai was hurting in this moment. So she kept her arms around her, head resting against shoulder as she breathed evenly, hoping it would aid in calming her. "We'll figure it out, okay? Together," she assured her, hand rubbing along her back.

Misty wasn't sure if she should tell her about the procedure, that all the doctors could do now was make Van comfortable. So she refrains from doing so, focusing on the mentioning of It. "It's been two decades, Tai," she sighed softly, pulling back to look up at her, arms remaining around her. "We stopped serving It when we left. Maybe...maybe It's been needing..." words trailed off as a nurse walked by, the blonde waiting until they were alone again, "sacrifices all this time or when Van first started showing symptoms. I don't know. Lottie's the only one who would know..." The last bit was said with sadness, speaking of the other woman in past tense still fresh and raw.

150,000 people died every day across the globe. Some from natural causes, others from disease or illness, and some from freak accidents. But it didn't matter how a person died, just that they did. The one thing that would forever be consistent and natural in this world. As unforgiving as death was, it was at least something one could count on to always happen. And they, well, they knew death in a far more intimate way than anyone else ever would. Even more than the nurses, doctors, and orderlies in this very hospital ever would.

Misty knew that death would come for them all. She also knew that it had came for Van more than once and that they had somehow miraculously defeated the odds time and time again. But now, now it wasn't looking so good. Having witnessed her fair share of patients go through the battles and struggles of late stage cancer, she knew it was not a pretty nor a comfortable experience. And it wasn't for anyone involved, least of all a loved one and Taissa was in that slot for the other.

The floor they had just been on moments ago, it was no doubt where Van would eventually wind up at. She knew this but did not speak it because she didn't wish to add Taissa's suffering. Nor her own because though she didn't have much of a relationship with Van, she was still a Yellowjackets. She was still the wise cracking jokester who had tried to keep their spirits high out there. The only one who could retell the complete story and plotline of a movie that all of them had all but forgotten about. Van was Van.

Hearing the question, it brings her out of her own sadness, eyes blinking and head tipping back enough to lock eyes with her. "I don't know," the nurse whispered, hand raising so that fingers could gently push glasses up nose. "But that doesn't mean it didn't work. We'll just...have to wait and see..." she was quick to add, not wanting to send Tai off searching for another sacrifice. They would cross that bridge later if it came to it. Her next action was hesitant, slow and unsure but she knew it was what she would have wanted if roles were reversed ( they had been not even six months ago. )

Arms soon came to wrap around the taller woman's midsection. "We just have to believe it worked and remember that nothing can keep Van down and out," she whispered, head coming to rest against Taissa' shoulder. "Not fire, wolves, nothing."

[misquigley]

you're, like, HOLDING ON to me or whatever.

independent & mutually exclusive JACKIE TAYLOR from yellowjackets. haunted by august (25+, they/them). triggering themes will occur. not spoiler free, but spoilers will be tagged. an analysis of insecurity, a failure to meet your parents’ expectations, COMPULSIVE HETEROSEXUALITY, losing your purpose, & finding yourself. minors dni.

that's, like, HAUNTING 101.

[misquigley]

fyi if we’re mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

[misquigley]

Brows furrow and scrunch together as her gaze shifts to look towards the animal pin. "I have a name," she stated in an exasperated tone. Fingers adjusted broken glasses better on her face as she waited a moment or two before she began to move towards the the pin. To think she had survived a plane crash and then months out here, her glasses fully in tact and then he shows up and tries to shoot her!

"What do you to want?" Misty asked as soon as she reached the side of the pin, head tipping back slightly to look up at him. "I have chores to do and you're interrupting them."

KODIAK. ( YELLOWJACKET )

@misquigley

" Hey, I'm talking to you, four eyes. Over here! "

[misquigley]

This is me for the foreseeable future fyi. Like...

@rabbitbled / @scatcrccio

[misquigley]

hey gang...how we doin?

[misquigley]

...misty should not have left 'cause look at what fuckin happened when she leaves those losers alone?!

[misquigley]

i'm not okay after seeing THIS and exit song ...

ALL I'M GONNA FUCKIN SEE IN MY HEAD WHEN I HEAR THE FIRST NOTE, FUCK MY LIFE SO HARD RIGHT NOW