Grace Ashcroft, FBI!

@miss-ashcroft

Rp/Ask blog for Grace Ashcroft from Resident Evil: Requiem (if you see my main blog follow you NO YOU DIDN'T!)

771 posts

Finally making an intro post :3

Hi, you can call me Bug! I'm an adult and while I can't control what people do on the interenet, I will give warning that due to the nature of the Resident Evil series, I'll be handling some dark topics on occasion and it's up to you to decide if you're comfortable with that or not. And hey- no hard feelings if you aren't, we're all human here and humans aren't all the same.

I'd prefer minors don't interact with my darker or more sexual posts, but I know damn well that where there's a will there's a way, so at this point we're operating on informed consent- I gave yall warnings, okay? If interacting with my blogs upsets you then that's on you, bud.

My other rp blogs are:

@umbrella-shaped-box - multimuse oc blog

@ubcs-silver-wolf - Nikolai Zinoviev

@a-cheap-knockoff - Carla Radames

Friendly to all ships (though I personally headcanon Grace as lesbian), I firmly believe fiction doesn't inform reality, go wild!

And remember kids:

Ooc;

When youre a Leon main in DbD and you end up sounding like him.

Playing Leon is like equipping The Cursed AmuletTM

In all this madness at the moment we deserve something nice, so here is one of my cats being stupid.

lab-bourne-cat-boy

everyone say hello to Jellybean, the little fucker who inspired Arias’s design.

gotta continue the kitty chain

coldcruelcarlos-lessworld

I'd like to also help spread joy with animals :D

only pic i have with a cat that doesnt have my face in it

peewee loves you

Ooc;

Sobbing i love peewee too hello buddy.

Don't let Juju being snuggled up in a blaneky fool you, she's quite probably the actual antichrist. (Love her anyway tho)

a-ashcroft-journalist

MOM????

Grace?

If... If you're not my daughter, I would prefer it if you didn't call me that

HOLY SHIT????

When did this happen! How? I saw you die, I felt you go limp in my arms!

How- just- oh my god-

a-ashcroft-journalist

Grace? I... I thought you were dead...

Thought I was dead?

I'm...I'm almost scared to ask what happened in your timeline, considering how you died in mine...

a-ashcroft-journalist

A man, Victor Gideon, shot at me while trying to kidnap you and... You jumped in the way...

Oh...at least you survived, even if its in a really confusing, multiverse sort of way-

...Do you think we exist in the same world right now? Can we meet, can I hug you?

a-ashcroft-journalist

I... Don't know what that means

I'm not sure, I wish we could...

We could...try? Maybe meet at Wrenwood, if that's okay?

I...i know neither of us have fond memories of that place, but I want our reunion to be meaningful, you know?

Unless that'd be too weird- I totally get it, if that's the case. It must- uh, must be weird considering everything that happened-

@miss-ashcroft

To say that Grace was surprised when she opened the door would be the understatement of the century. Dr Gideon showing up at her apartment? Unfortunately not too far out of the realm of possibility, given his habit of kidnapping people. Dr Gideon showing up at her apartment with flowers and without his stupid little helmet-thingy-whateverthefuck? Yeah, that's weird. She feels like the fairy vs walrus poll, and he's the walrus. "W-wh-what are you doing h-here?" She asks, immediately cringing at herself for how she sounds. She could've just shut the door in his face- why didn't she shut the door in his face? Why isn't she shutting the door in his face? Are her arms working? Is she having a stroke? About to pass out? Hello, brain to body, please respond.

Victor was having a miniature meltdown of his own, meanwhile. He was utterly exposed, and suddenly felt extremely foolish for coming here when he knew that Grace would be home.

His legs felt weak, almost alien to him, as he unsteadily lurched forward--slowly, so as not to startle the poor dear--and laid the flowers at her feet as if she was some kind of idol. He realized that he was staring, and he wondered how pathetic his expression must have been. He probably looked like a kicked dog... Averting his eyes, he backed away, reaching out to one side and casting about for @theratsender.

"We..." he swallowed thickly. "We should go..."

Waves enthusiasticly to @miss-ashcroft

Hi Grace! The Doctor got you flowers! Apparently the different colors mean things! Also I learned about colors today!

Hops onto the doctor’s shoulder

Grace do you have any snacks?

Grace just blinks owlishly at the duo, then glances between them and the flowers on the floor.

"Um...yeah, I-I have snacks." Is the response she somehow forces out, stepping back from the doorway as if in a trance as she watches them both.

What the hell is going on? Is this a dream? I knew I shouldn't have drank so much redbull before bed...

(Had no WiFi for a while bc we changed providers but I'M BACK YIPPEE!)

a-ashcroft-journalist

MOM????

Grace?

If... If you're not my daughter, I would prefer it if you didn't call me that

HOLY SHIT????

When did this happen! How? I saw you die, I felt you go limp in my arms!

How- just- oh my god-

a-ashcroft-journalist

Grace? I... I thought you were dead...

Thought I was dead?

I'm...I'm almost scared to ask what happened in your timeline, considering how you died in mine...

a-ashcroft-journalist

A man, Victor Gideon, shot at me while trying to kidnap you and... You jumped in the way...

Oh...at least you survived, even if its in a really confusing, multiverse sort of way-

...Do you think we exist in the same world right now? Can we meet, can I hug you?

a-ashcroft-journalist

MOM????

Grace?

If... If you're not my daughter, I would prefer it if you didn't call me that

HOLY SHIT????

When did this happen! How? I saw you die, I felt you go limp in my arms!

How- just- oh my god-

a-ashcroft-journalist

Grace? I... I thought you were dead...

Thought I was dead?

I'm...I'm almost scared to ask what happened in your timeline, considering how you died in mine...

a-ashcroft-journalist

MOM????

Grace?

If... If you're not my daughter, I would prefer it if you didn't call me that

HOLY SHIT????

When did this happen! How? I saw you die, I felt you go limp in my arms!

How- just- oh my god-

#omg mama is here 🥺

@theratsender

Puff up her feathers proudly hearing what are no doubt screams of joy and walk along with Victor I don’t think so? Some things look a little weird, I guess this “blue” stuff. But mostly everything is kinda the same looking. Not very interesting. Smells are way better

"Well, that's something to keep in mind, I suppose," Victor said, placing the bouquet in the passenger's seat carefully. "I'll meet you at Grace's home."

It was later on at a stoplight that Victor realized that he'd forgotten his visor at the care center. He suddenly felt very naked as he pulled up to the curb in front of the home of @miss-ashcroft with his bouquet of white roses and purple hyacinths, and he tried to school his expression into one of perfect calmness. It didn't work at all.

To say that Grace was surprised when she opened the door would be the understatement of the century.

Dr Gideon showing up at her apartment? Unfortunately not too far out of the realm of possibility, given his habit of kidnapping people.

Dr Gideon showing up at her apartment with flowers and without his stupid little helmet-thingy-whateverthefuck?

Yeah, that's weird. She feels like the fairy vs walrus poll, and he's the walrus.

"W-wh-what are you doing h-here?" She asks, immediately cringing at herself for how she sounds. She could've just shut the door in his face- why didn't she shut the door in his face? Why isn't she shutting the door in his face? Are her arms working? Is she having a stroke? About to pass out? Hello, brain to body, please respond.

jill-valentine-official

Send 😭 for my muse to show up at your muse's door in the middle of the night, sobbing and/or injured.

- AGE GAP YURI!!!!! @miss-ashcroft

The op had gone sideways. Pretty normal, all things considering. It wasn't easy cleaning up after bioterrorists, especially when they left people on the scene.

Somehow, she'd stumbled away from that and she was....where was she, anyways?

Jill didn't know, fumbling her phone between bloodied fingers until she managed to get it to direct her somewhere safe.

And that put her at the front door now, fingers clutching a gun wound that was bleeding through her pants, leaning half against the door.

"Didn't know where else to go," she croaks out before toppling forward.

"Ohmygodohmygodwhatthefuck-" Was, unfortunately, the best that Graces brain could come up with at the time. A fact she'll no doubt be embarrassed about later.

She tentatively reaches out to Jill, hands hovering around her like she doesn't quite know where to put them.

"A-are you hurt anywhere e-else? Holyshit do you like- need t-to lean on me? Oh my god- come in, come in!"

So much for that first aid training she got- sure, she'll be able to help with the wound, but first she needs to form at least one coherent sentence and stop panicking more than the woman who's literally bleeding on her front doorstep.

jill-valentine-official

Jill groans, leaning heavily on Grace. Her fingers are digging into a bullet wound that's starting to feel cold and numb — which is definitely not a good sign.

"Head," she forces out. "Possible concussion. Went through a—" she cuts herself off, hissing in pain as a stumble over the threshold jolts pain through her wounded thigh. "—wall."

"Holyshit- okay, okay we can handle this, we can totally handle this."

We should call the fucking paramedics, actually. But considering Jill came here instead of going to a hospital, there's probably a good reason not to call for help.

She half carries- half drags Jill into her apartment, really wishing she'd taken Sherry up on that offer to train with her now, and sets Jill on the couch, scurrying into the kitchen nearby for the first aid kit.

Hold on, did she just say she went through a fucking wall? How the hell is she still conscious!

Deciding that chastising someone with a bullet still lodged in them is, in fact, a bad idea; she instead kneels on the floor, rummaging through the bag as she tries to run through the list of how to handle something like this.

Wait, shit, I don't even know how deep the bullet is- do I take it out? What if it hit a blood vessel or something and I make things worse by removing it?

Okay, focus, Grace. First step, gain access to the area, pull away clothing if you can, cut it if you can't.

"U-um- d-do you know ho-how deep the bullet i-is?" She asks, gingerly trying to peel Jill's shirt away from the sticky blood on her skin, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole thing despite the situation at hand.

#not how she expected to get jills shirt off for the first time lmao #<3 her panicking while trying to do stuff. she just like me fr

@theratsender

Puff up her feathers proudly hearing what are no doubt screams of joy and walk along with Victor I don’t think so? Some things look a little weird, I guess this “blue” stuff. But mostly everything is kinda the same looking. Not very interesting. Smells are way better

"Well, that's something to keep in mind, I suppose," Victor said, placing the bouquet in the passenger's seat carefully. "I'll meet you at Grace's home."

It was later on at a stoplight that Victor realized that he'd forgotten his visor at the care center. He suddenly felt very naked as he pulled up to the curb in front of the home of @miss-ashcroft with his bouquet of white roses and purple hyacinths, and he tried to school his expression into one of perfect calmness. It didn't work at all.

To say that Grace was surprised when she opened the door would be the understatement of the century.

Dr Gideon showing up at her apartment? Unfortunately not too far out of the realm of possibility, given his habit of kidnapping people.

Dr Gideon showing up at her apartment with flowers and without his stupid little helmet-thingy-whateverthefuck?

Yeah, that's weird. She feels like the fairy vs walrus poll, and he's the walrus.

"W-wh-what are you doing h-here?" She asks, immediately cringing at herself for how she sounds. She could've just shut the door in his face- why didn't she shut the door in his face? Why isn't she shutting the door in his face? Are her arms working? Is she having a stroke? About to pass out? Hello, brain to body, please respond.

jill-valentine-official

Send 😭 for my muse to show up at your muse's door in the middle of the night, sobbing and/or injured.

- AGE GAP YURI!!!!! @miss-ashcroft

The op had gone sideways. Pretty normal, all things considering. It wasn't easy cleaning up after bioterrorists, especially when they left people on the scene.

Somehow, she'd stumbled away from that and she was....where was she, anyways?

Jill didn't know, fumbling her phone between bloodied fingers until she managed to get it to direct her somewhere safe.

And that put her at the front door now, fingers clutching a gun wound that was bleeding through her pants, leaning half against the door.

"Didn't know where else to go," she croaks out before toppling forward.

"Ohmygodohmygodwhatthefuck-" Was, unfortunately, the best that Graces brain could come up with at the time. A fact she'll no doubt be embarrassed about later.

She tentatively reaches out to Jill, hands hovering around her like she doesn't quite know where to put them.

"A-are you hurt anywhere e-else? Holyshit do you like- need t-to lean on me? Oh my god- come in, come in!"

So much for that first aid training she got- sure, she'll be able to help with the wound, but first she needs to form at least one coherent sentence and stop panicking more than the woman who's literally bleeding on her front doorstep.

jill-valentine-official

Jill groans, leaning heavily on Grace. Her fingers are digging into a bullet wound that's starting to feel cold and numb — which is definitely not a good sign.

"Head," she forces out. "Possible concussion. Went through a—" she cuts herself off, hissing in pain as a stumble over the threshold jolts pain through her wounded thigh. "—wall."

"Holyshit- okay, okay we can handle this, we can totally handle this."

We should call the fucking paramedics, actually. But considering Jill came here instead of going to a hospital, there's probably a good reason not to call for help.

She half carries- half drags Jill into her apartment, really wishing she'd taken Sherry up on that offer to train with her now, and sets Jill on the couch, scurrying into the kitchen nearby for the first aid kit.

Hold on, did she just say she went through a fucking wall? How the hell is she still conscious!

Deciding that chastising someone with a bullet still lodged in them is, in fact, a bad idea; she instead kneels on the floor, rummaging through the bag as she tries to run through the list of how to handle something like this.

Wait, shit, I don't even know how deep the bullet is- do I take it out? What if it hit a blood vessel or something and I make things worse by removing it?

Okay, focus, Grace. First step, gain access to the area, pull away clothing if you can, cut it if you can't.

"U-um- d-do you know ho-how deep the bullet i-is?" She asks, gingerly trying to peel Jill's shirt away from the sticky blood on her skin, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole thing despite the situation at hand.

#not how she expected to get jills shirt off for the first time lmao #<3 her panicking while trying to do stuff. she just like me fr

jill-valentine-official

Send 😭 for my muse to show up at your muse's door in the middle of the night, sobbing and/or injured.

- AGE GAP YURI!!!!! @miss-ashcroft

The op had gone sideways. Pretty normal, all things considering. It wasn't easy cleaning up after bioterrorists, especially when they left people on the scene.

Somehow, she'd stumbled away from that and she was....where was she, anyways?

Jill didn't know, fumbling her phone between bloodied fingers until she managed to get it to direct her somewhere safe.

And that put her at the front door now, fingers clutching a gun wound that was bleeding through her pants, leaning half against the door.

"Didn't know where else to go," she croaks out before toppling forward.

"Ohmygodohmygodwhatthefuck-" Was, unfortunately, the best that Graces brain could come up with at the time. A fact she'll no doubt be embarrassed about later.

She tentatively reaches out to Jill, hands hovering around her like she doesn't quite know where to put them.

"A-are you hurt anywhere e-else? Holyshit do you like- need t-to lean on me? Oh my god- come in, come in!"

So much for that first aid training she got- sure, she'll be able to help with the wound, but first she needs to form at least one coherent sentence and stop panicking more than the woman who's literally bleeding on her front doorstep.

#grace 'girlfailure' ashcroft

grace i love you

Um...thank you? I'm flattered but also a little frightened-

Hello my dear! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

👉👈 Hiiii Miss Coreyyyyy

I heard you were missing me! My dear, I'm here now. Ready to perform a melody just for you! 🫶🏻

I'd rather take you to dinner first...if that's okay? 🥺

Oh my! Ehe, how sweet of you. I'd be delighted! I'll be waiting 🤍

Are you still located in the um- the care centre? Or do you have your own place?

Pleasedontstillliveinthecarecentredrgideonscaresme

My dear.. I cannot leave the care centre.. it is my home! I lived and died in there. And I guess I came back to life there, too. I must stay. To entertain! It is my destiny.

Ah- are you sure? It doesn't seem the um...most romantic place for a date, you know?

Anywhere can be romantic if you have a girlfriend that can sing!

I guess that's true...as long as we don't have to deal with the doctor then I guess it should be okay, probably.

#pspsps selenamod how do you feel about properly rping their little date :3

leon-kennedy-offical

Have you considered that the mean anons will be less mean if you took care of yourself better?

I don’t really care.

Have they considered not being mean in the first place? Seems counter-intuitive...

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