A STUDY ON : motherhood / religion and devotion / purpose & creation / isolation / part of a larger story / horrors of both humanity and the supernatural / facing fears and deep set regrets / loss / identity / purpose / being more than you were meant to be / breaking free / rituals and ceremonies / stolen childhoods
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one . #ππππππππππ-ππππππ is a duo-muse , independant , selective roleplay blog . I am mutuals only and I will only write with those 18 and over , but I love getting to meet new people !! i LOVE plotting and will happily welcome anything into my inbox - don't feel hesitant to drop in and ask for a plot/send in a starter meme or anything similar - I promise I don't bite ! That being said , don't be an asshole , over anon or anywhere else.
two . some info surrounding me : hey ! my name is ryxon , i'm 21+ , queer , i have adhd and go by they/them exclusively . i tend to be rather busy , as i work very frequently and am a first responder. i am very interested in poetry and character analysis , and use them as references when it comes to my writing . Discord is available for mutuals on request .
three . i do not tolerate AI of any kind , and I will not hesitate to block if I find similar media or content on your page . Please do not send AI generated media or content to this blog . Do not use this blog to train AI .
four . i do not write sexually explicit threads . that being said , this blog contains several canon-typical themes , including heavy religious imagery, cult themes, brief mentions of suicidal ideation, stalking, and everything else as is canon typical within silent hill 2 & 3 specifically. these will be tagged accordingly . follow at your own discretion.
five . this goes without saying but do not interact if you sre any of the phobes or ists . i do not support any ai-generated media alongside this , and i will not interact with those that do . please do not send this blog NSFW asks or request those kinds of threads with me . I am very liberal with the block button and anything of the above will warrant it.
six . i am perfectly happy with any sort of blog following me , be it main/personal or roleplay , though i ask that threads aren't reblogged except by the people directly involved . though i am perfectly fine if others want to follow them/read them as they go . i do not mind any sort of interaction with any of my other posts , but my headcanons and analysis are exclusive to my interpretation of these muses, and my portrayal relies very heavily on those . they are crafted specifically for my portrayal , so please keep that in mind .
seven . I prefer writing with partners who are at least semi-literate to literate , but I will not ever pressure someone into writing more than they want to . I myself write literate - novella , but I tend to match the length of my partners . i do not expect essays , i myself am very much focused on quality over quantity , and aim to build a well-made story first and foremost . my responses can be slow at times , and i ask reminders are only sent after two weeks without a response . i can sometimes be slow when it comes to responding to messages / inbox so please be patient with me. no godmodding , please . asks that don't specify a specific verse will be treated as mainline verse unless they've been plotted/specified beforehand - if you want an AU verse , specify !
eight . i am more than happy to accomodate if you require a different format of writing , or something similar . just message me and i will do my best .
nine . this blog is multimuse && oc friendly , i am more than happy to write with either . i am also open to writing in any setting , or aus , but my main universe is typically the silent hill game universe .
ten . if you reblog a meme or a prompt from me , please send one in return . otherwise , please reblog them from the source . memes / inbox are the best way to start interactions with me but i don't mind doing starters .
eleven. this blog is multiship but specifically ONLY for maria. she is bisexual. shipping will be selective and done only with mutuals and those i've written with for a while. do NOT request ships with cheryl as she is a minor. i am ALWAYS here to chat dynamics of any kind and love working ideas out, if you have any, come let me know!
going back through SH3 and planning to write up an analysis of cheryl from my interpretation of her character. this game is quite dear to me and i would love to go on a bit of a tangent about my decision for my cheryl to be nonbinary and how i think it adds a lot to the nuance of the game as it already stands. stay tuned!
also on this, as i've said before, i would be over the MOON to see a remake of silent hill 3, but only if the same respect is given to the title as bloober's given to SH2. i'm pretty confident they will, especially with the heavier topics that 3 deals with, but i am really looking forward to see their take and hope that they take the time to do it well.
going back through SH3 and planning to write up an analysis of cheryl from my interpretation of her character. this game is quite dear to me and i would love to go on a bit of a tangent about my decision for my cheryl to be nonbinary and how i think it adds a lot to the nuance of the game as it already stands. stay tuned!
with the amount of success bloober's had with the silent hill 2 remake, i am BEYOND excited to see what they'll do with SH1 and SH3, especially the latter. it was an amazing game and still holds up extremely well but i reckon if they remake it they'll knock it out of the park.
β your father was an asshole. β β @cupsraised.
cheryl almost wheeled around on a dime at that statement. whether it was said out of malice or ignorance, she couldn't quite tell, but the fact of the matter remained was that laili β that was her name, right? β had just actively disrespected the dead. a recent death, to boot, and the young girl hadn't quite fully recovered from the impact quite yet, much less process ... everything else. she wasn't interested in having this conversation, wasn't interested in talking to anyone who decided it was their responsibility to pry into her matters, and certainly wasn't interested in being treated like a child.
β look, lady β i don't know what your problem is, but shut it. you didn't know him, and you don't know me. β
her hands rested on their hips, puffer jacket crushed inward slightly with the motion. eyes narrowed ever so slightly β cheryl wasn't entirely all that intimidating, but she sure as hell tried and was determined enough to get her way. even with her defense, the accusation had felt like a punch to her own gut β harry was someone she'd never deserved, a doting father who always looked out for her health, protected her, taught her what she needed to know, all up until the point where he'd been brutally ripped away and she'd been left to discover the pieces.
β do you seriously have nothing better to do than try and talk shit about my dad? β
"That doesn't really help at all, but thanks anyway."
Catalina nudged the glass back to Maria β she didn't drink like a middle aged man, unlike a certain B.S.A.A. agent she knew. She couldn't be a monster, she supposed; she'd have to be real for that to be true, and she wasn't. Her name was an alias, as was everything else. Sure, her mercenary friends claimed to know her, but they only knew the side of Catalina that she chose to show them. When she was alone, she broke down; she didn't know who to be if she wasn't performing.
Catalina turned at the slight flicker of the lights. Tonight, it seemed, everything unsettled her, and she didn't know how to resolve that. Her black blazer glittered under the neon shine, and she adjusted it slightly. Catalina figured this outfit was yet another costume to don, and the sparkles were best suited for the stage. She cleared her throat.
An eyebrow raised as the glass was pushed back. The only response came in the form of a shrug, tipping her own glass into her mouth, the burn of the alcohol evident. This club was one of the few places that they could gain some true respite in, somewhere she was extremely familiar with and perhaps missed, to an extent.
A light breath escaped her as the question followed. Most of this town was small enough to navigate on one's own, mark off places on the metaphorical map β but in this state, it was no vacation home. It hadn't been for a while now.
β₯Β Β ββItβs a new startβ, MatΓas said. βI promise you, weβll be happy. Everything will be better.β Is it bad I didnβt believe him?β
She had been busying herself with perusing the contents of the abandoned apartment when the question came. A thick layer of dust and mildew coated the majority of the furniture it held inside β not unlike the rest of this town β left abandoned, cursed to decay and rot with the passage of time. Even the clothing found in the wardrobe she currently picked through had its seams torn to shreds, or partially eaten through by a moth or two β there was no saving it.
Maria let out a light breath, eyes turning to land on the other girl first, then her body followed shortly after. Melancholy wasn't a stranger, and by the way the other spoke, the way she wandered through the streets, it all spoke of something underlying, something known to a personal extent.
She herself had no knowledge that hadn't been volunteered to her β which, by all rights, had been extraordinarily little β but she could gather the sentiment. Her hand lingered on the fabric of the jacket hanging in the closet, casting a shadow onto empty boxes underneath, returning to her side and against the leather of her own.
"I don't know. Just ... sounds like he had the hope you didn't."
A gun was nothing she needed. Firearms and bullets weren't really her thing, and it was increasingly obvious with a study of the weapon. Catalina had given it to her after a while, spouting something about being able to defend herself, but in all essence, Maria held it with her arm bent and it loosely dangling from her fingers.
She offered it back to the other β it was too familiar in her hand for her liking β sympathy crossed her face shortly after, motivations spilling out of the other like ink on a pedestal. The other woman could be a little less rude, is what she currently considers, but circumstances weren't clear.
If anything, it seemed rather foolish, knowing of death and still coming here anyway, but who was she to judge? Maria knew of the power that nestled in here, the hum of the town, even if she couldn't quite place her finger on any reason why.
"She must have been special, for you to come all this way."
