I just want to get off this godforsaken ship.

Indie Rachel Foley | Non-selective | AU, OC, and crossover friendly | Multiship and multiverse | Low activity | Icon credit to @rpiconsgalore |Infected by Cherry | Follows back from @superboyandtheinvisiblegirls |

[foleyrachel-a]

Welcome!

Hello, everyone! You can call me Cherry or Natalie (she/they, CST), and this is my rp blog for Rachel Foley of Resident Evil: Revelations! You can find my blog directory here.

A study on: and I must scream | implacable woman | ghost girl | a desperate kind of optimism | discovered diary entries | mutation beyond repair | suppressed screams | ships fathoms below the surface | murky waters | lightning bruiser |

[hidalgomanuela-a]

((due to my main blog being shadowbanned, I’ll be moving all sideblogs over to their own blogs (under the same URLs) in the near future! All non RE blogs will be deleted as well except for my DJATS blog. Stay tuned for that :))

[calisverse]

SPARRING/TRAINING SESSIONS WITH A DASH OF TENSION. all these sentences and prompts are made about training sessions or sparring partners that can develop into tension, be it antagonistic or sexual. These quotes explore dynamics like rivalry, mentorship, flirtation, intensity, grudges, and emotional undertones. please change pronouns, locations and more as you see fit.

“You’re holding back. Are you afraid of hurting me—or of what happens if you don’t?”

“Every scar on my body started as a lesson. Let’s see what you’ll teach me today.”

“This isn’t dancing. Stop smiling and try to hit me.”

“You fight with your heart. That’s why you lose your breath first.”

“That sword’s too heavy for your pride to carry.”

“If you flinch again, I’ll hit you for real.”

“I’m not your enemy. Not today. But train like I might be tomorrow.”

“Careful. You’re starting to enjoy this a little too much.”

“You think you can beat me? Prove it.”

“You learn fast. But I hit faster.”

“No talking. Just blades.”

“Each strike tells me more about you than your words ever could.”

“Are we sparring or settling something?”

“I said train, not try to kill me.”

“Your stance is perfect. Shame about the hesitation.”

“You’re bleeding. Still want to keep going?”

“This isn’t over. We just paused it.”

“Getting close doesn’t mean winning.”

“The floor loves you today. How many times will you kiss it?”

“Pain is just honesty from your body.”

“Try that move again. Slower. I want to see why it failed.”

“You hide behind form. Real fighters bleed.”

“I’m not impressed by technique. Only survival.”

“Your anger makes you predictable.”

“Don’t flirt with your opponent unless you can block while blushing.”

“Oh, you meant to fall like that?”

“We’re not done until someone can’t stand.”

“Training with you is like dancing on the edge of a blade.”

“Is that a sword or an extension of your ego?”

“You hesitate before every strike. Why?”

“Your hands shake. That fear’s still in you.”

“The closer you get, the less you see. Keep your distance.”

“You’ve improved. But I still see the boy behind the blade.”

“One day, you’ll beat me. Just not today.”

“You strike like you want to be seen. Real warriors strike like shadows.”

"You keep getting this close… is it my blade you’re after, or my breath?"

"You're flushed. Is it the fight, or the way I look at you between strikes?"

"Careful—if you keep pinning me like that, I might start to enjoy losing."

"Every time we touch steel, you shiver. Admit it—you crave this."

"Your grip faltered. Did my voice distract you again?"

"Harder. Or are you saving your strength for something else tonight?"

"I can hear your heartbeat. Fast. Wild. Not from fear, though… is it?"

"You breathe like we’ve already tangled in the dark—and not just with swords."

"Keep whispering in my ear during combat and I might forget which weapon I’m holding."

"If you want me on my knees, just say so. You don’t have to disarm me first."

PROMPTS.

Two rivals are forced to spar alone for the first time since a bitter argument.

One fighter begins to pull punches—until the other calls them a coward.

A training match gets interrupted when one draws real blood on accident... or was it?

The master and student swap roles mid-spar, revealing secrets.

A sarcastic remark mid-fight sparks a dangerous escalation.

They lock swords—too close, breathing fast, tension crackling between them.

One fighter is injured but refuses to stop. The other hesitates.

Training in the rain turns messy, slippery—and harder to resist each other.

During drills, one whispers something distracting, causing a mistake.

The match ends when someone is disarmed and ends up pinned.

After a harsh blow, the silence between them is louder than the impact.

A bet is placed: if one wins, the other must do something embarrassing.

One fighter keeps losing on purpose—for a reason they won’t say.

A bystander watches the match, clearly affecting one fighter's confidence.

The match was meant to be a formality—but neither pulls punches.

One grabs the other’s wrist mid-strike and doesn’t let go.

Training weapons get swapped mid-match—testing adaptability.

They practice close-combat, and the proximity flusters one of them.

A mistake leads to an awkward fall—someone lands on top of the other.

Someone uses an unexpected move that only a specific teacher would have taught.

They mimic each other’s movements, until one gets frustrated.

Sparring becomes a silent argument—no words, just strikes.

A third person comments from the sidelines, stirring jealousy.

A fighter wins with a trick, and the loser storms off—pride wounded.

One fighter keeps using a move the other dislikes—on purpose.

The match is over, but they keep going.

After sparring, neither speaks, but both keep glancing back.

A sudden shift—sparring turns into a real fight.

The tension finally snaps, and a kiss replaces the next blow.

They train late at night, when no one’s watching.

One accuses the other of holding back feelings during sparring.

Their blades clash repeatedly in rhythm—like a dance they’ve done before.

Sweat drips, bruises bloom—but neither yields.

One drops their weapon and dares the other to continue unarmed.

Sparring ends with someone flat on the ground, laughing instead of angry.

[foleyrachel-a]

((Happy birthday Rachel!))

[sensiblethingtodo]

[beca-mitchell]

Anna Kendrick Pitch Perfect (2012) / Another Simple Favor (2025)

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

((My anxiety continues to be horrific. Consider all muses / blogs except for Cass’ on hiatus until further notice.))

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀

send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ dizzy ] sender kisses receiver until they’re both breathless and laughing

[ hush ] sender kisses receiver to keep them quiet in a tense moment

[ linger ] sender pulls back slowly from a kiss, savoring every second

[ mid-laugh ] sender kisses receiver right in the middle of their laughter

[ cover ] sender cups receiver’s face as they kiss, fingers gentle on their skin

[ spin ] sender grabs receiver mid-twirl and kisses them dramatically

[ sleepy ] sender places soft kisses over receiver’s closed eyelids

[ twitch ] sender kisses the corner of receiver’s mouth when they smile

[ secret ] sender kisses receiver where no one can see, hiding their feelings

[ collarbone ] sender kisses receiver's collarbone in a moment of stillness

[ silent ] without a word, sender pulls receiver in and kisses them slowly

[ saved ] after thinking receiver was gone, sender kisses them in relief

[ chilled ] sender kisses the cold tip of receiver’s nose to warm them up

[ jealous ] sender kisses receiver hard after seeing someone else flirt with them

[ hallway ] pinned against the wall, sender kisses receiver between hurried breaths

[ promise ] sender kisses receiver and mumbles a quiet vow against their lips

[ nap ] sender kisses receiver gently while they nap, not wanting to wake them

[ ache ] sender kisses receiver like they’ve been waiting forever

[ clumsy ] sender bumps noses with receiver, then laughs and kisses them anyway

[ blanket ] sender and receiver are wrapped in a blanket when they start kissing

[ forbidden ] sender kisses receiver even though they know they shouldn't

[ backseat ] sender and receiver sneak kisses in the backseat of a car

[ apology ] sender kisses receiver to make up after a fight

[ lipgloss ] sender kisses receiver and leaves a shiny smear behind

[ achey ] sender kisses every part of receiver that hurts

[ tease ] sender pulls back just before their lips meet, over and over

[ sinking ] sender kisses receiver while pulling them into their lap

[ sway ] sender kisses receiver slowly as they dance with no music

[ stars ] under the stars, sender cups receiver’s face and kisses them like a wish

[ balcony ] sender and receiver sneak out to the balcony for a stolen kiss

[ temple ] sender kisses the side of receiver’s head without saying a word

[ sunlit ] sender kisses receiver in the soft light of morning

[ please ] sender murmurs a soft 'please' between every kiss

[ familiar ] sender kisses receiver like it’s second nature

[ ache ] sender kisses receiver like they’re trying not to fall apart

[ thumb ] sender wipes a tear from receiver’s cheek before kissing them

[ flutter ] sender gives receiver a light, barely-there kiss that leaves them wanting more

[ crashing ] sender and receiver kiss like the world is ending

[ tremble ] sender kisses receiver’s trembling hands, calming them

[ chill ] sender pulls receiver into their coat before kissing them

[ tug ] sender tugs receiver closer by their collar and kisses them firmly

[ wrist ] sender presses a soft kiss to the inside of receiver’s wrist

[ slowburn ] sender and receiver finally kiss after holding back for far too long

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

SEMI HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT: 4/6 — 4/13

((Hi everyone! I really hate to do this, especially since I was on semi hiatus only two weeks ago, but work’s picking up again. I haven’t gotten a queue going over here yet, but I plan to! I’ll be on when I can, but activity won’t be frequent, and I will be unavailable all day on Thursday and Saturday. However, I am leaving Zoe @bakerzoe and Cass’ @constellationcursed blogs open during this time, and I’ll be on there as much as I can. Hopefully, I’ll see you over there, but if not, I’ll see you after the semi hiatus! Thank you all for understanding! :))

[es-nio-arts]

Re Girls ❤️

[mournfulroses]

Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025

[residentevilrpc]

like  and  reblog  this  post  if  you  are  a  resident evil  independent  roleplay  blog  to  be  added  to  a  masterlist.  if  you  are  a  multimuse  specify  which  muses  you  roleplay.  please include this format in the tags:

character  name / game they appear in  /  single  or  multi  /  canon  or  oc

[occasionalrpmemes]

questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

[foleyrachel-a]

@illuzijan — continued from here.

What Carla is doing at this gala, Rachel can’t say. She herself had only come because the B.S.A.A. is commemorating recent progress in terms of conquering various viruses. As far as she knows, Carla Radames is dead. She’s supposed to be dead. Then again, isn’t Rachel Foley also supposed to be dead?

“I — yes.”

Rachel’s been staring at Carla for a few seconds now, and she shakes her head to clear it. These mind games won’t work on her. She won’t let them work on her, and she smooths out her dress. To her understanding, Carla doesn’t show up anywhere without reason, and Rachel silently reminds herself that she’s armed.

“If this isn’t a game, then what mark are you after this time?”

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

@foleyrachel to JILL VALENTINE .

066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

Metal creaked with every consective step that the agent took, and a blur of a twisted , dust-tinted form was enough for her to pause and reassess the situation . This wetsuit wasn't the best for her usual acrobatics or manevouring around in general — but it was the best she had . The air frosted with every breath , chilled and isolated — she didn't like how quiet it was .

As if on cue , a scream shattered through the air and a raised barrel snapped towards the source , tension thin as paper . Boots slowly approached the hallway — the darkness served no purpose other than to disorient and hinder , the flashlight on her gear only illuminating a fragment of what should have been revealed .

Crimson splattered against a window and the foul smell of iron , something damp and wet , like a fish left out in the sun for far too long at a time , duckingp through the doorway into the room obscured by the freshly bloodied glass .

A raise of the barrel and she shot once , twice and then another time — the bioweapons dropped dead to the ground ; Valentine could deal with the ramifications of the sound she'd made later. It was bound to attract many other of these . . things , but her sole concern lay in the slumped over individual still breathing, even if erratically .

FBC?

Shoulders were taken hold of and adjusted slightly , the angle not as awkward as initial assumption would have made it out to be . Reaching into one of her belt pockets — it was little, but it would have to suffice — Valentine scrambled for a small roll of gauze and a large dressing pad . Given the amount of blood , it wouldn't be enough , but they would use what they had to .

"Come on — we're gonna get you the hell outta here ."

[foleyrachel-a]

Rachel’s head hit the wall with a sickening thud. The force of it had her bangs falling into her eyes. She’d done her best to push them out of the way, and she’d dressed appropriately — this wetsuit wasn’t her favorite, but it was decent — for the occasion. Still, her strawberry blonde hair quickly became stained with her own blood, and she slumped against the wall. The agonizing pain had her screaming, but she shut her eyes tightly after that. No one would save Rachel from this mission; Raymond had taken no issue with volunteering her for this.

“Raymond?” Rachel hissed out through the pain. The footsteps didn’t escape her, but she didn’t bother to open her eyes. Her voice had already begun to take on a raspy, breathy quality due to whatever those creatures had hit her with, and she barely recognized it. “Is that you?”

Rachel finally opened her eyes as the figure crept closer to her. The virus obscured her vision, and she blinked a few times for a clearer image. Whoever this was, it wasn’t her partner — she’d recognize their distinctive red hair almost anywhere. The voice, too, was obviously female, and she did her best to sit up for Jill. See, Rachel wanted to say, I’m still alive!

“My head… hurts….”

[foleyrachel-a]

@arkthompsons — continued from here.

WITHOUT A DOUBT, THE VIRUS HAS IMPACTED RACHEL’S SENSES. they’re always either going haywire or concerningly numb, and she’s never sure which she’s going to get. today, it’s been leaning towards the latter. well, she isn’t sure. Rachel hasn’t entirely adapted to her various prostheses yet, and Ark is known to be dreadfully quiet.

❛ Don’t scare me like that! ❜ Rachel exclaims, folding her hands over her chest. shutting the file on Raymond instantly is her default reaction — that’s a wound that’s still far too fresh for her liking. it’s her business, after all, what happened to this ‘friend’ of hers. She doesn’t want Ark involved. ❛ It’s not something you can help with. You wouldn’t know her. ❜

there Rachel goes again, falling back on her pessimism. Her perkiness isn’t an act, and it never has been. after having a knife jabbed in her back — or, in her case, a head slammed against a glass wall — she feels vigilant more often than not, though. Rachel offers an uneasy smile. she can trust Ark. she knows this. this has always been true. but she’d thought she could trust Raymond and Jessica, and now look at her.

❛ Um, thank you for offering anyway. I’ll make it up to you somehow. ❜

[loisnclark]

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