Cause Ava so totally did it.

Muse: Jessica Lee Moore aka Living Dead Girl
Fandom: Supernatural
Screen Name: lilmissundead

I really hate this fucking date.

open verse

CONTAINS nc-17 content.

Prompt: 7. ADULT ROLEPLAYERS ONLY: Roleplay a sexual situation that take place in a public location. You can roleplay actual sex, or simply indecent exposure, sexual teasing, whatever suits the characters and the location. Incorporate the location, elements, noise, smells, people…bring it all into play.

This prompt is played between myself and demonhunter_sam who obviously their mun wrote his parts.

Jessica Moore/Supernatural

I swear I didn't do it. Really. I didn't. Okay. So I did. It's not MY fault. I didn't mean to replace the real apple with a fake apple for Mr. Daughton in the third grade. Maybe I actually did....but he was SUCH a jerk. I mean, seriously? How many times can one person talk about themselves in third person like they were a character in one of his books he read to us in class. It got annoying. I've redeemed myself by getting into Stanford and being part of a family. At least I'd like to think.

And everyone laughed when he bit into it and then almost broke his teeth. It was amusing. It just goes to prove that you should never piss Jessica Moore off. She might be blonde? But she is NOT going to sit by and let you walk all over her.

Jessica Moore, Supernatural, 150 words

46. I used to be a heavy gambler. But now I just make mental bets. That's how I lost my mind. ~ Steve Allen

I used to think that everything in my life was going down the drain. That my grades were going to fall, I was taking too much on myself to do good. I guess maybe everyone around me was right. But I wanted something better. I wanted to go to Stanford and become something greater. I wanted to make my parents proud, be something that they could go: Hey! That's my daughter! I'm so proud on her.

That didn't exactly happen. I took way too many classes in my freshman year, which took time away from my social life, but sophmore year, at the dead end, I wound up getting a boyfriend and junior year calmed down considerably and then senior year came and it was the home stretch. And then I died. Well, now I play mental bets on myself to see how long I'm going to stay alive this time. It's always something in my head about me worrying that something's going to come and get Sam, or come get Dean. Take my family away from me. I just can't help thinking about it and then grinning because it doesn't happen.

Jessica Moore ||Supernatural ||192 words

3. Fetish

( cut for maybe sexualistic content )

Jessica Moore ||Supernatural ||146 words

Everyone thinks I didn't know that the demon was there. They just assumed that I didn't fight, that I didn't have a chance to fight. I did, and I fought the best that I could, I struggled as I was dragged up to the ceiling. Hard. I kicked and grabbed onto things, and generally tried to stop it from happening. I heard the door to the Impala opening below. Sam. Unfortunately for me, there was no screaming coming from my mouth, I couldn't scream. Something was stopping me. I never actually SAW who did it. But I could hear Sam coming through the door and then his small laugh as he found the cookies. Then I felt the pain of my stomach, and then looking down at Sam before...

Yeah. Now? Now I'm back and better than ever, and I know how to kick somethings ass. Thanks to John for teaching me how to defend myself a hell of a lot better. I'm going to go down fighting for Dean and Sam. For my family. For those I care about. I'm not letting another demon take something that's mine. And yes, that includes Dean and John. They are my family. And I'll be damned if I'm letting it take away Mary again. I'll fight for my family. I'd rather go down with honor, then die a person who runs from it. It's just not who I am. Never was, and never will be.

Jessica Moore ||Supernatural || 242 words

Take a look at the muse list for the community. Pick a muse that your muse does not have interaction with now (unless it’s casual meta) who would fit in each category, thinking about your muse and their basic personality, lifestyle, normal behavior and interests. Go with a first reaction. Remember, it cannot be anyone that your muse has played with in anything but the most meta of interactions.

1. A muse that your muse could conceivably date.
2. A muse that your muse could conceivably hate.
3. A muse that your muse could do business with.
4. A muse that your muse could hang out with in a bar.

Talk about the reasons why.

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Name of Muse: Jessica Lee Moore
Fandom/Type of Muse: Supernatural
Link to muse profile page: http://smurfy-huntress.livejournal.com/profile
Mun name, nickname or handle: Nat
Best way to get a message to the mun: post in the journal
Do you use AIM or any other IM? yup, but unless the mods need it, I'm not giving it out.
One hundred words about the muse that everyone should know: Jessica died in the show, the first ep, but I wanted to play her and she was loud in my head, therefore I gave in. She woke up underground and dug her way out of her grave (we say that she had a body left after the fire for our purposes). She is strong willed and a little bitchy. We never said she didn't change after coming back. She has a purpose and that purpose seems to be to try and protect Sam at any cost by trying to keep him away from her. She still loves him, and will always love him. She just doesn't want him to get close with the risk of losing her again. She can be completely fun, or your worst enemy. Let's pray it's not the latter of the two.
Prompt only, or available to roleplay? open for roleplay
Posting tag: jess moor
Link to memories or tag page showing RotM posts: http://smurfy-huntress.livejournal.com/tag/rotm

2. I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter. Winston Churchill

I've met my maker, he didn't like me very much. Guess that's why I'm back here. Either that or he figured I deserved a second chance at life. Now if I meet him? Remind me to punch him. Hard. Preferably in the face, but if that fails remind me to punch him somewhere where the sun doesn't shine if you get my meaning. Pissed? Me? Never. Of course not. I don't think he knows what to expect if he ever sees me again. He's got a lot of explaining to do. Yes, I'm back. Joy for me. What about everything happening to Sam? Why does he have to go through all that? Why did you have to take everything away from us and make us both miserable.

You want to know why I'm bitter? Just look at what the maker did to us. This whole battle between good and evil shit is annoying to say the least. And really? I want to slam his head into something really hard, and I'm not a violent person a good part of the time, but this time? Yeah, maybe after coming back I have a bit more of a backbone to me and I have anger management issues.

The maker isn't going to like it when he meets me again. Really he won't.

Jessica Moore // Supernatural // 220 words

1. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. ~ J M Barrie

You know what? Take your little whatever it is and go somewhere else. I don't care if I can have everything in life if I sacrifice everything else for it. I've done that enough already. I'm not going to do it again. I'm not going to lay down and just let it happen all over again. No. I won't. And you're an idiot if you expect me to. I died once, I'm not dying again for a very friggin long ass time. Furthermore? I have everything I need in my life right now. I have Sam, I have a life, I have a amazing sex partner. What more could I ask for?

So you take you're little line and you just turn the hell around and go somewhere else and try to use it on someone who cares, or someone that is willing to do that. It ain't me. It will never be me. Or I could just send Sam and Dean to shoot you and then salt and burn your bones. Really. It's your choice.

Jessica Moore // Supernatural // 175 words

There's only one blond in Sam Winchester's life. That's me.
Go near him again I swear to god I'll kill you myself.

127. But you can't be close enough
Unless I'm feeling your heart beat
-All Of Your Love, Hellogoodbye

Jessica put on the most comfortable clothes she could find and slipped onto the couch to wait for Sam to get home from studying at the library. She hadn't seen him in what seemed like days and she was missing him. She was hooked on him like no tomorrow. Of course they had been going out almost a year to the day. She absently played with her hair and stared at the wall and then when she heard the front door open she nearly jumped off the couch. Then she heard a thud of the backpack and a tired groan from the tall shadow leaning in the doorway.

"Sam? Are you okay?" She slipped from the couch and made her way over to him, tilting her head to the side.

Sam looked at her and gave a tired lopsided smile at her and pushed his hair from his face. "Yeah, just a little tired Jess." He kissed the top of her forehead and then moved past her towards the kitchen. He was pleasantly surprised to find the little toaster oven in there with a plate of food covered in foil.

"I didn't know when you'd be home, since I know you have exams so I put your plate in there to keep it warm for you." She gave a smile and then slipped the plate in front of him and then sat down beside him.

"Thanks Jess." He smiled and immediately dove into the food, that was one of the things about Jess he loved. That she could cook. And it was one of the many things that he loved about her. It was hard to pinpoint just one thing about her that drove him wild.

Once he was done she took the plate, washed it, and then smiled when Sam's arms came to wrap around her from behind and he kissed her cheek. "Have I told you that I love you today?"

She smiled and then laughed. "No, I don't believe you've made your quota of sixty times today yet Sam Winchester."

He laughed and then turned her around and pressed slightly up against her. "I love you Jessica Lee Moore." He pressed a kiss to her lips and then picked her up and grinned, carrying her to their room and laying her down on the bed. She could only smile and lean up to kiss him. They made love that night, entwining their bodies with each other when all was said and done, with her head pressed against his chest and listening to his heartbeat. This was the only time she ever truly felt close to Sam Winchester, is when she could feel his heartbeat right in her ear.

Jessica Moore - Supernatural - 449 words

Is romantic love something that is important to your muse? Why or why not?

Let's see when it comes to Jessica Lee Moore? Yeah. Romance is definitely something that's in her protocol for life. She lived, breathed and felt love while she was alive. She thought that someday she was going to marry Sam Winchester too. That was until she kicked the bucket.

Now if you want to continue with her and her various (and I mean VARIOUS) storylines she has going on after coming back from the dead, then love is still a really important thing to Jessica. She thrives on it, and the thought of her not having it scares me a little bit, because it's a big part I think of who Jessica is. Who knows with Jessica though, she can throw me for a loop, but she always thinks about love, so I think that yeah, it definitely plays a big part of who she is.

Mun of Jessica Moore
Supernatural
145 words.

Name is Jessica Moore, but most people call me Jess, or Mrs. Winchester now. I married Sam Winchester. Long story short that ya'all wouldn't believe me if I told you. I have a gorgeous baby boy named JD (which is short for something, but I'm not telling you what), and I have the two best friends that any girl could ask for. Their names are Ava Wilson and Max Miller. You know it's funny because us dead people have to stick together I guess. Yeah, you heard me. Dead.

I'm not some wimpy little girl that just because I'm blonde I don't have a brain. I went to Stanford, and no I didn't get in there by sleeping with the counsel or the Dean of Admissions. I have a brain and I know how to use it. I even go hunting with my husband, when the need absolutely arises. I'm strongwilled and pigheaded, and I like getting my way.

That's me.

( ooc info - important concerning the muse )

So, it was still hot outside, and Jessica didn't feel like trying to tan anymore in the fear she might get burned or get skin cancer or something. Or turn brown, and she liked the nice little sunkissed look she had going on. That morning she took the puppy for a run since she needed to go on one anyway, needed to keep the body in shape, and then came home and wiped the sweat off with a towel and hopped into the shower.

Yes. She sang in the shower. Habit she picked up. Not that she was a horrible singer, but it was evident she wasn't trying to sound professional or anything.

When she hopped out she slipped on a bikini she bought and checked herself out in the mirror. Not bad. Actually, she looked really really good. So she let Sammy sleeping that day while she went out and then crawled over his form on the bed and kissed him.

"Sammy baby. Wake up sleepyhead."