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Hello, everyone! You can call me Cherry or Natalie (she/they, 20+, CST), and this is my rp blog for a few of my RE muses (muse list linked in my blog directory). You can find my blog directory here.
A study on: wolves and girls | invisibility | being underestimated | shocking violence | pretty lies and ugly truths | found family | sharp teeth | a not-so-little Red Riding Hood | sharing secrets | technology | escaping death | murky waters | all of the guts and none of the glory | forged identities | unwritten history | not everything feels like something else | Hamlet | sweeping tales of revenge | madness |
She's mumble-singing to herself while listening to the 125 hour playlist of jumbled songs, on low volume through their travel speaker. Grace and her have carefully concocted this list over the ages for long as hell flights and car rides, and absolutely none of it was cohesive.
However, this one? She'd absolutely nailed this one at kareoke.
Cindy's spent most of this car ride staring out the window exhaustedly; unfortunately, as of late, work's been keeping her pretty busy. while she'd usually be up for singing along, she's just hoping to make it to the hotel to get one of those rare things called a good night's sleep. they're supposed to be meeting up with the other survivors to have some sort of annual reunion? it'd been Alyssa's idea, not Cindy's, but she's excited regardless – even if that doesn't seem obvious right now. the song changes, and she perks up, turning to face Alyssa.
“ Gosh, do you remember when you sang this that one time at J's? You dragged some random guy up there with you. I can't decide if he was unlucky or lucky, heh. I would've died if I were him. ” Cindy laughs at the memory, taking a sip out of her water bottle. it feels impossible some days to remember that there were good things about that city, that she'd loved it a lot. now, when she thinks about it, she just feels... kind of achy in her chest. even if they really could still revisit the bar they all met in, Cindy doesn't know if she'd even want to anymore. she's trying to bring some of the joy back, too, but it's not the easiest task in the world. “Singing in front of people really isn't my thing. If there's karaoke at this reunion, you can't pay me to do it. Is this still your go-to karaoke song, or have you found a new song? ”
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It's been a while since Grace had last contacted Cindy. And she never thought that she'd see the older woman here at her doorstep for a visit. But now that she was here right in front of her, the heavy weight of guilt came to her stomach.
So much had happened since she last saw the woman who took care of her after Alyssa died; one she affectionately called an aunt her entire childhood. Where could she pinpoint a starting line for catching up with one another? If at all?
A tense feeling in her throat came as Grace struggled to say something. Anything! She can't just keep standing there in shock; choosing to move to the side to allow Cindy inside.
"I...I-I'm really...really sorry, for n-not calling you." Grace stammered out as what tears she had been trying to fight off just started streaming down her face. "For being so focused on work that I-I pushed you away, a-and now there's just so much more that I was never prepared for...!"
Cindy hasn't talked much to the younger Ashcroft after her mother's passing, and she picks at her nails nervously as she stands in the doorway. she can't think of what to do or say, so she avoids eye contact for a few moments. what would Alyssa have said were she here now? but Cindy is nothing like Alyssa, so she just stands there and lets the silence hang between them.
Cindy's phone buzzes in her pocket, and she quickly takes a glance at it – she's received a text from her wife, Yoko, asking where she is. with Grace :), she responds back, then pockets the device. she hates having her attention in two places at once, especially when there's pressing issues to discuss. namely... the Raccoon City mess. why can't anyone ever agree to let the past just die?
“ Grace, hey. There's no need to apologize, ” Cindy murmurs, a small smile on her lips. “ You haven't done anything wrong. Let's just take a few deep breaths, and we can talk whenever you're ready. I'll be here to listen no matter what, okay? ”
tears start flowing, and she steps inside so their reunion isn't on display for any nosy neighbors. Cindy sets her purse down and offers the pack of Kleenex she keeps on hand to Grace. Cindy's been known to have her own mental health episodes in public before, which is why she keeps the tissues on hand, and... while she doesn't know the extent of everything quite yet, there's no denying that Grace has been through a lot. everyone Cindy knows has been affected by bioterror in one way or another, unfortunately.
“ One thing at a time. And life just gets in the way sometimes, y'know? Nothing wrong about that, sucky as it is. ”
What it says on the tin! This is a starter call for any of my alt muses. At the time of posting, this includes Cerise, Ramona, Anastasie, Cindy, and Manuela. Specify which muse you would like a starter from, and if you are also a multi, specify which muse of yours you want this for!
Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: Canon character from Resident Evil: The Darkside Chronicles. She’s also headcanon based and HEAVILY canon divergent, though she has a verse that is more canon compliant. Formerly written @hidalgomanuela-a.
Name: Manuela Hidalgo
Pinboard: here.
Nickname (s): Mani (by her mother and by any ships), Manuelita (by her family and by Jill)
FC: Inde Navarrette*
*Mun note: Manuela’s hair is lightened by the virus, and she starts dyeing her hair its natural color once she turns 19. She wears dark brown contacts. She also always keeps her arm wrapped, for she doesn’t want to expose the infection.
VC: Amy Correa Bell.
Gender: cisgender female (she/her)
Sexuality: biromantic bisexual
Race: Latina
Ethnicity: Colombian
Disorder (s): generalized anxiety disorder (GAD)
Abilit(y/ies): Manuela’s powers primarily are in her blood, for she doesn’t want to be a monster. Her T-Veronica infected blood bursts into flame upon contact with the air, and she can use it as a weapon, but she only uses this sparingly so she doesn’t die of blood loss. Manuela’s singing voice can calm others who are infected, though this can occasionally cause pain or fainting since the virus and her body reject each other. Manuela has a genetic predisposition to the T-Veronica virus which keeps her alive. She also has accelerated healing as a result of the virus.
Noted connections: Javier Hidalgo (father), Hilda Hidalgo (mother), Jill Valentine (as played by @forgotten-retrouvaille), Jack Krauser (as played by @seekschaos), Leon Kennedy.
Age: Verse dependent. Age 18 at the time of Operation Javier.
Birthday: June 27th, 1986
Height: 5’8”
Occupation: college student (verse dependent), botanist (current)
Manuela Hidalgo was raised to two loving, if overprotective, parents in a village not far off from Leticia, Colombia. Hilda passed along her love for nature to her daughter, and any free time Manuela was granted was spent exploring the local forests. She didn’t go to public school, for her parents preferred to homeschool her, and she had no friends her own age. The one person she loved best was her mother, but when she fell ill with a rare illness, Manuela knew their time together would be short.
At the ripe age of five years old, Hilda ‘died’, and Manuela became incredibly distraught. Her father never wanted her to want for anything, though he began to create distance between them. Every little move Manuela made was heavily monitored by her father, and each time they met, he seemed cold. Distant. He’d never been known for his kindness, but paranoia led her father to curate an incredibly sheltered existence for Manuela.
Manuela’s love for nature and insects continued to grow alongside her, though she drew into herself. With no one around her age to speak with, Manuela became an incredibly quiet girl. The Sacred Snakes cartel protected her under the caveat that she couldn’t leave the estate. As a result, she became an avid reader, and her father would often purchase thorough tomes on insects and plants. Manuela never understood the true reason why, but the gifts brought a light to her world, and she appreciated them nonetheless. Botany had always been a particular interest of hers, and she loved to learn, so she’d take any opportunity she got to study anything.
Her life continued on as normal until 2001 when Manuela was diagnosed with the same degenerative disease her mother had. The doctors had always warned Javier about it being genetic, but Manuela had been too young to understand or care, and Javier swept it under the rug. Now, though? They couldn’t ignore it any longer. Manuela was promptly infected with samples of the t-Veronica virus he’d obtained from the black market, and the strict surveillance she’d lived under her entire life only increased.
Manuela was given around seventeen organ transplants in one year. Her father didn’t have access to cyrogenics, so he kidnapped and harvested organs from girls around her age in Mixcóatl, the village she’d been born and raised in. Hospitalized for most of this year, the virus was the only thing keeping Manuela alive. Physically, the mutation spread to her arm. It internally mutated her cells far more. Her deep brown hair and eyes lightened, but other than that, her blood’s compatibility with the virus kept her alive. Her determination to stay human prevented her from completely mutating.
In 2002, Manuela turned eighteen. The organ transplants continued, and she would’ve continued to allow them to had a young woman on the medical staff not told her the truth. Horrified, Manuela ran as far away as she could. Her father flooded the entire village, causing more chaos and bloodshed in her name and releasing those infected with the T-virus. She took shelter in a church, and she hid out there until — and this is my main canon divergence aside from her age — agents Jill Valentine and Jack Krauser discovered her.
Verses
V: adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience (lab) — this verse encompasses Manuela while she is in the lab. She’s kept under careful watch, and she spends her time in and out of the hospital. She receives organ transplants rather frequently, and she’s infected with the T-Veronica virus during this time.
V: man’s war against nature is inevitably a war against himself (Darkside Chronicles) — anything that happens in Darkside Chronicles is set in this verse! My muse is canon divergent, as outlined above, in that she primarily will be interacting with Jill — she does not meet Leon until after she is brought to the U.S. — and Krauser. This verse is still being developed / plotted out.
AUV: because the birdsong might be pretty but it’s not for you they sing — an AU based on this concept art of Manuela! Her mutations accelerate and grow out of control, and she turns into a full B.O.W. that Leon and Krauser have to fight. Her skin turns a grayish green, her hair resembles leaves, and her arm becomes entirely mutated.
AUV: we’d lay here for years or for hours so long we’d become the flowers — compliant with the bad ending of Operation Javier. Manuela dies, and she takes on the form of a ghost. To meet her in this verse, your muse would likely have to be connected to the supernatural in some way or know a muse that can speak to ghosts, such as my OC Ailani.
AUV: teach your heart to accept disappointments — a verse more in line with RE4R! Manuela never meets Jill or Leon, for Krauser and his men come alone. The squadron is slaughtered, so Manuela only gets to meet Krauser. She survives, and her survival encourages him to seek power via the viruses.
V: for a time I rest in the grace of the world and am free (post canon) — Manuela after Operation Javier! She’s taken in by the U.S. government and put into cryostasis. Though they’re unable to fully stop the mutations, the mutations are slowed significantly. She’s studied by the government during this time to attempt to create a vaccine or suppressant, though they are unsuccessful in this attempt. Simmons got his samples for the C virus from her during this verse.
AUV: and they were roommates!—verse open to any Ashley Gr.aham writers! Instead of being placed into cryostasis at age 18 / immediately upon her arrival to the U.S., Manuela is encouraged to live a normal life. At 18, she enrolls in college to study botany, though her mutation starts flaring up, and she undergoes on and off treatment of cryostasis while in university. Because Ashley Graham is already under high scrutiny and has a lot of protection, the university — with a little nudge from Leon — places the girls in a room together. The pair hits it off from there, and the rest, as they say, is history.
V: tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life (main) — Manuela’s main verse! The mutation progresses, eventually taking the entirety of her arm, but a suppressant has been discovered. Manuela takes it, and every six months she visits the doctor, but her pre-existing mutations are irreversible. She attends college and gets her degree in botany, going on to pursue that as a career path. She’s permanently offered a ‘normal’ life and taken out of cryostasis in 2004.
V: you belong among the wildflowers (crossover)— any crossovers are in this verse!
V: I want auroras and sad prose (movie) — a verse for the Anderson films! Doctor Ashford experiments on Manuela alongside his daughter. Javier sends her to the U.S., and she’s infected there.
AUV: won’t you take me as I’m meant to be: wild? — a Marvel verse for Manuela! Javier acquires the virus from HYDRA instead of Wesker, and as a result, she’s a noted subject of theirs. Two SHIELD agents are sent to eliminate her father and bring her into custody, and it’s there that her mutation is discovered. She’s in and out of cryostasis until the events of the Winter Soldier, and everything after that is compliant with her main verse!
AUV: I know all the depths you’ve gone to so you can lift the sorrow from your eyes — basically a verse where canon is followed. Need I say more. No.
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I've been practicing saying it in the mirror for three weeks. It still doesn't sound real.
You're the first person I've told. I need you to understand what that means.
Don't make it a big deal. Also — it's the biggest deal of my life.
I knew when I was seven. I just didn't have the word for it yet.
You looked at her the same way I look at her. I think that's when I knew I wasn't alone.
Say it with me. You don't have to say it to anyone else. Just say it with me first.
My family doesn't know. I need tonight to just be about us knowing.
I came out twice today. Once on accident.
You held my hand in public and I forgot how to breathe for a second.
I spent so long pretending. I don't really know who I am without the pretending yet.
This is the first pride I've been to as myself. Bear with me if I cry a little.
I kept waiting to feel different after I said it. I just felt relieved.
Nobody gets to tell you what your identity means. Not even me.
You're allowed to still be figuring it out. The label can wait. The feeling doesn't have to.
I'm not asking you to announce anything. I'm asking you to stop hiding from me.
You looked so free today. I don't think I've ever seen you look that free.
Love is not a phase. I need you to say that back to me like you mean it.
I've loved you in every version of myself. That has to count for something.
My mother cried. I don't know yet if they were good tears or bad ones.
You didn't flinch. When I told you, you didn't flinch. Do you know what that meant to me?
I used to pray to be different. Now I think I was praying wrong.
Hold my hand. Not for anyone else. Just because I want you to.
I found the community before I found the word. That's how I knew I was home.
You are not too much. You have never been too much.
I spent years shrinking myself into something easier to love. I'm done doing that.
She smiled at me and I forgot every lie I ever told myself.
The world is loud today. Can we just be quiet together for a minute.
I'm not brave. I'm just tired of being afraid.
You loved me before I knew how to love myself. I don't know how to thank you for that.
Stop apologizing for existing so loudly. That's the whole point.
I kept the letter for two years before I sent it. I'm glad I finally sent it.
You're the first person who ever made me feel like this was something to celebrate.
I don't need anyone's permission. I just needed my own.
I'm not confused. I have never been less confused in my life.
You came. After everything, you came. That's all I needed to know.
There are so many of us. I keep forgetting how many of us there are until days like today.
I wrote it down before I could say it. Here. Read it. Take your time.
You make being this feel like the most natural thing in the world.
I hid it for so long it became a habit. Breaking habits is hard. You make it easier.
We don't have to call it anything. We just have to be honest.
I used to think the love I wanted was too much to ask for. Then I met you.
My chosen family showed up today. My blood family didn't. I know which one counts.
You kissed me in front of everyone and I think my whole life changed in that second.
I have never felt more like myself than I do standing here with you.
Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done. Everything else was the hard part.
You told me it gets better and I didn't believe you. I'm starting to believe you.
I don't want to be tolerated. I want to be celebrated. Is that too much to ask.
We made it. Look around. We actually made it here, together, and we're okay.
