Grace Ashcroft Blog

I don't want any more regrets. Whatever it takes, count me in.

[losergirl-grace]

Intro Post

I'm Grace Ashcroft, FBI.

I'm in my 20s and I guess I'm here to uh...make friends? I don't know. A, uh, friend of mine said I should make an account...to get to know...people.

Anyway...uhm...yeah. Good to meet you all? I suppose?

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MOD'S RULES/ABOUT THE MOD

I don't mind NSFW but only in character. If you're a non-roleplayer sending me horny stuff, I'll probably delete it. Sorry.

Please be aware that there's a real person behind the blog. Don't say shit on the internet that you wouldn't say with your full chest in real life.

Every interaction is presumed to be separate from the others, unless otherwise stated, such as a continuation of a previous thread or by someone I have previously roleplayed with.

My DMs are open for pretty much anything. Other roleplayers PLEASE feel free to DM me if you have questions or if something makes you uncomfortable.

I live by the rule ship and let ship. Just because I find something gross doesn't mean I should go harass other people over works of fiction. If fiction affects YOUR reality, you need to step back and touch grass. Please learn to filter tags and use the block button.

The mod is 24 years old. The mod is plural and the main alter that uses this blog is a Grace Ashcroft fictive. It allows her to feel more like herself and interact with people she feels familiar with. Hence the Grace Ashcroft Fictive tag. Doubles are VERY free to interact!!! My main blog is @getleond but it mostly belongs to our host, Lydia. She uses it for rambles and selfshipping stuff.

[skelesass]

having one of those days tbh, art tomorrow <3

[losergirl-grace]

ooc

sorry to the people i haven't replied to yet, my entire life is a fucking shitshow and reality is just beating the ever-loving shit out of me lately. i havent forgotten about you, i promise, and i will get back to you eventually. <3

[losergirl-grace]

Vendetta:

Ya know who it is.

I promise I ain’t abandoned ya kid, just conversation is difficult at the moment. Tell the FBI and DSO to stay off your back and keep Chris out of trouble.

- Signin off

You're okay, Leon...seriously, feel free to talk to me whenever you need. I'd love people to get off my back, but...this is kinda my job, haha... A-Anyway, I don't really know how I can do anything to help you with your Chris situation. I haven't seen him since right after...uh, everything. It's been radio silence since.

Be careful out there, okay?

-Grace Ashcroft, FBI

[dso-agent-kennedy]

@losergirl-grace

“So you’re Grace, huh? You know where the closest alcohol store is assuming you are at twenty-one. Kinda forgot where I put my keys, oh and maybe my wallet. So you can just tab the DSO. They ain’t good nothin else but killin their government dogs and watchin civilians while paying em. So…alcohol? Maybe ya can grab some pizza while you’re at it. “

[losergirl-grace]

She jumped at the proposal.

"E-e-excuse me? Are you lost?" She looked the man up and down. He looked familiar. Wait a minute...

"Leon? What the hell h-happened to you??" It was like he'd been put through a time machine; his hair was darker and he looked somewhat younger. This was definitely not the Leon she knew. "Are you sure you should be drinking? You l-l-l-look terrible."

[valen-stars]

@losergirl-grace cont from here

The longer Grace talks, the more pinched Jill's expression becomes. When she finishes, Jill takes a long, deep breath. "Okay, well. That's...not great, but you made a good decision not going straight home." She starts to pace the living room a little bit, almost more like checking a perimeter. "Grace." And then a little more firmly, looking into her eyes. "You have *got* to start carrying a pepper spray or a gun or something. You can stay over for as long as you need or want, obviously, but - ugh!" The whole situation is frustrating to her. Not because of how Grace reacted, she did pretty damn well, but just because she shouldn't have to worry about being prepared in the first place.

[losergirl-grace]

Terror crosses Grace's face.

"Carry a gun? To a bar?? W-w-won't I get kicked out?? And what if the person is stronger than me? They'll just take the g-gun and shoot *me*."

She was shaking like a leaf, either from rain chill or an adrenaline crash.

"Didn't even want to go on this s-s-stupid date. I'm gonna fire my therapist...again."

[valen-stars]

Jill pinches the bridge of her nose. Yeah, yeah, okay. It's not the most normal of suggestions to jump to. Maybe Jill has seen the worst the world has to offer for too long. "Okay, well let's just...start with a pepper spray. Hey, hey, it's fine. It's okay." She's so bad at this. The comforting, reassuring thing. Did she used to be better? Maybe. She reaches out and awkwardly pats Grace's shoulder. "Okay, yeah. Fire the therapist, or just...tell them no, you're not going to go on a date, next time. Or...start with a friend date or something."

[losergirl-grace]

"Men aren't generally interested in friend dates," she muttered. She appreciated the pats on the shoulder. "Sh-she thought it would be good for me to get out a little..." She hung her head, exhausted. "Th-thanks for letting me h-h-hide here anyway..."

[valen-stars]

@losergirl-grace cont from here

The longer Grace talks, the more pinched Jill's expression becomes. When she finishes, Jill takes a long, deep breath. "Okay, well. That's...not great, but you made a good decision not going straight home." She starts to pace the living room a little bit, almost more like checking a perimeter. "Grace." And then a little more firmly, looking into her eyes. "You have *got* to start carrying a pepper spray or a gun or something. You can stay over for as long as you need or want, obviously, but - ugh!" The whole situation is frustrating to her. Not because of how Grace reacted, she did pretty damn well, but just because she shouldn't have to worry about being prepared in the first place.

[losergirl-grace]

Terror crosses Grace's face.

"Carry a gun? To a bar?? W-w-won't I get kicked out?? And what if the person is stronger than me? They'll just take the g-gun and shoot *me*."

She was shaking like a leaf, either from rain chill or an adrenaline crash.

"Didn't even want to go on this s-s-stupid date. I'm gonna fire my therapist...again."

[imalittlesmallperson]

she's 30 seconds old

[losergirl-grace]

This laptop is giving me problems...I bought it in a rush because my old one randomly bluescreened on me. It was a really good deal and it runs fine...but every time I boot it up, it tells me there's a problem and it tries to self repair. The self repair fails, gives me a list of options. You have to select power off, then just turn it back on and it boots up just fine? Also the trackpad behaves very strangely. Sometimes it's fine, then it just randomly stops working or obeys super slowly. At least it has a touch screen so there's another option when the trackpad starts acting up.

But hey at least it can run The Sims 4?

[losergirl-grace]

ooc

never go doordashing in Appalachia dawg WHERE THE FUCK AM I

[rotten-rookie]

Ooc: so uhhhhhh PSA if you roleplay on Tumblr and you DONT want googles stupid ai to read your rps, you have to turn on some settings

Me and my friend looked up @jerry-the-re-jenorator on Google and to our horror, the Googles ai had something to summarize about him. Wich means that it had read his posts and rps. wich I, the person running that blog am NOT OKAY WITH AT ALL!?!?! THATS ACTUALLY SCARY

so, if you don't want fuckass ai to read your rps do this:

(note: you have to do this for each individual side blog also. Apparently they each have independent settings)

Go to settings,, then visibly

Turn these on ASAP

See the thing where it mentions ai models?

I apologize if this is written poorly, I've never wrote a PSA before:( but I felt the need to since some of the more popular re rp blogs appeared all over Google and Googles ai.

Reblog this to spread the word if you want ;-; I don't know if this was something obvious that everyone already knew about, but it won't hurt to warn people

[valen-stars]

It was the middle of the night. Streetlights flickered yellow amongst the haze of rain outside. It was heavy enough that most people decided to stay inside, with only the occasional car whooshing past, throwing up water droplets as they splashed through puddles in the street.

Which is why it was so odd that there was a knock at Jill's door.

Well, it was more of a feeble rap, then a loud thud against the door, like something had thrown its entire weight against the frame, rattling the doorknob and rain-spattered windowpanes.

-@losergirl-grace

Jill looks at the door twice from the couch where she sits with her laptop, trying to decide if there had actually been a knock, or if the wind and rain were just playing tricks on her.

Most people call before they decide to visit her, and it's not the sort of weather for solicitors, so she's put on edge, reaching for a firearm that isn't there - but only for a moment before she sees the semi-familiar figure as she peeks out the front window cautiously. Jill opens the door, the warm lighting and heated air of the house giving way to the icy, wet air of the city. "Agent Ashcroft - Grace," she corrects herself with a little sigh. "You look like a drowned puppy. Do you wanna come in before you tell me why you're here?"

[losergirl-grace]

Grace shivers in her doorway, clutching a wound on her arm. She looks miserable; hair plastered to her forehead, an uncharacteristic crop-top clinging to her skin, and (for some reason) completely barefoot. Her eyes are hazy.

"Thank you," she muttered weakly, staggering through the doorway. Was she intoxicated? "You were the closest person...I'm sorry." She does kinda smell like alcohol.

[valen-stars]

Jill doesn't comment on the slight intoxication, or the wound on her arm. She steps back and holds out an arm out to gesture her inside. "Wow. Rough night?" She asks a little dryly, looking Grace up and down. "Sit down, geez."

There's an oldish couch in the corner of the living room, formerly green, now worn to a light-ish sage. Jill waves her hand towards it, and doesn't bother to ask before ducking into the kitchen and grabbing a cool water bottle, before going back into the living room and tossing it towards Grace. "You wanna talk about it? You're not dragging BOW's to my door, right?" She asks with a quirked eyebrow.

[losergirl-grace]

Grace took the water bottle gratefully, her eyes still downcast. She held the cool surface to her face for a second.

"No...no BOWs..." she said weakly. "Just..." And before she knew it, it all came tumbling out. "M-my therapist said I should try to be brave and go out on a date...so I went out with this...this g-g-guy that I met on a dating app." She waved her hands miserably. "Started feeling weird...I think he t-tried to put something in my drink, but...I didn't drink enough...I hate alcohol..." She put her head in her hands. "He attacked me and...and I hit him. And I ran. I'm sorry, I didn't..." She took a long, shaky breath. "I didn't know where else to go. W-w-worried that he'd try to f-f-follow me." She looked down at her feet. "L-lost my heels too. I couldn't r-run fast enough in them..."

[valen-stars]

It was the middle of the night. Streetlights flickered yellow amongst the haze of rain outside. It was heavy enough that most people decided to stay inside, with only the occasional car whooshing past, throwing up water droplets as they splashed through puddles in the street.

Which is why it was so odd that there was a knock at Jill's door.

Well, it was more of a feeble rap, then a loud thud against the door, like something had thrown its entire weight against the frame, rattling the doorknob and rain-spattered windowpanes.

-@losergirl-grace

Jill looks at the door twice from the couch where she sits with her laptop, trying to decide if there had actually been a knock, or if the wind and rain were just playing tricks on her.

Most people call before they decide to visit her, and it's not the sort of weather for solicitors, so she's put on edge, reaching for a firearm that isn't there - but only for a moment before she sees the semi-familiar figure as she peeks out the front window cautiously. Jill opens the door, the warm lighting and heated air of the house giving way to the icy, wet air of the city. "Agent Ashcroft - Grace," she corrects herself with a little sigh. "You look like a drowned puppy. Do you wanna come in before you tell me why you're here?"

[losergirl-grace]

Grace shivers in her doorway, clutching a wound on her arm. She looks miserable; hair plastered to her forehead, an uncharacteristic crop-top clinging to her skin, and (for some reason) completely barefoot. Her eyes are hazy.

"Thank you," she muttered weakly, staggering through the doorway. Was she intoxicated? "You were the closest person...I'm sorry." She does kinda smell like alcohol.

[losergirl-grace]

"Hellllo! If you're spencers daughter and I'm miranda,s daughter could that make us family?"

@mold-girl

Grace blinked up at the girl in front of her.

“H…how do you know about Spencer?” she questioned warily. The girl looked young, but Grace felt like something was…off. “And…who is Miranda? Are…are you lost?”

[mold-girl]

"Nope...I'm exactly were i need to be... despite a few years and decades late due to having time be reborn twice ... oh right Spencer right... my mom is miranda she saved his life... and she inspired him with the whole monster stuff " she offers her hand "Eva pleasure "

[losergirl-grace]

Grace hesitates for a moment, then grasps the little girl's hand. "G-Grace. Ashcroft. It's n-n-nice to meet you, Eva." She blinked a little bit at her. "I...I guess that does kind of connect us. A l-little."

[mold-girl]

"....are you okay?' She asked curiously and in all honesty quite concerned for Grace's wellbeing as she tilted her head

[losergirl-grace]

"Oh! Uh, y-y-y-yeah! I'm fine, just-" She tried her best to smile but it came across as more of a grimace. "N-n-not really sure...uh...what to do with this information..."

[mold-girl]

"Oh....that's fair...." eveline smiled "do you have any ummmmmm questions for me?" The girl played with her black shirts hem bored

[losergirl-grace]

Grace thought for a moment. "You...said you were 'reborn'. W-w-what does that mean...exactly?" she asked carefully.

[mold-girl]

"Oh...this isn't my body.....I'll show you " she shuts her eyes as the body begins falling apart into a pile of . . Black gunk before reforming herself

[losergirl-grace]

Grace yelped and jumped back, her hand flying to her throat in shock.

"Oh...oh my god...w-where is your body, then??"

[mold-girl]

"Rotting in duvley" she sighed sitting on a chair in a room "....victor found a remnant of the stuff I'm made of and I was able to put myself together "

[losergirl-grace]

Grace visibly flinched at the sound of Victor Gideon’s name.

“W-well… that was awfully nice of him…”

[losergirl-grace]

🐀🧀❓️

@lu-rata-malvada

Oh, do you want some cheese little guy? Sure, here you go!

🧀

[polygoncloud]

#(,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,)?

[losergirl-grace]

To be fair, I was having a panic attack AND I wasn't wearing my glasses...

[lu-rata-malvada]