where are you, ashley?

Not that this is the end, of course. On the contrary, I believe that our story is only just beginning.

[ofhope]

... Okay. I'm going to keep you safe.

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I’m going to keep this short and sweet. I’m Olivia, she/her only! I am in my 20’s and too tired for most things.

No AI-generated content will be tolerated here. I am a user of em-dash and often use it incorrectly, but I would never resort to AI. All of my slop is manmade. 

I'm a person first. I'm allowed to post out-of-character content. You are allowed to be annoyed by it. This will not stop it from occurring, however.

I don’t like to see incest, underage nastiness, non-consent, and all of that actively written out. I give some grace to backgrounds as, unfortunately, this is a part of some characters’ lives, but nothing - and I repeat - nothing outside of that. If you label yourself as a “proshipper,” please see your way out.

No vague-blogging. We are not children.

My interpretations are mine, and you’re free to disagree with them. 

Do not use me for shipping. Too many times I’ve been excited about a pairing only to receive little interest in return. This is a 50/50 hobby; you have to give, as well as I. I’m also not one for collecting ships; I understand liking a character and wanting to ship with them, but I’m not going to be [character] #12 because the others are on hiatus. That is rude and is being inconsiderate to others’ feelings.

On the topic of shipping, I will not automatically ship for any of my muses. Canon relationships do not mean that our muses' relationships will be like that, and I'll never enforce 'it's canon sooo' onto anyone.

Likewise, any meetings with any Leon's will be platonic with Ashley unless otherwise stated; I do believe she had a crush on him during the events of Resident Evil 4, but I personally portray that as a 'cute guy saved me, of course I was a little awestruck.' This could deepen to a full-fledged 'oh I've got a thing for him' or remain at that, a crush that came and went. Unless it's specified from writer-to-writer, Ashley will not have feelings for Leon, nor will she express any jealousy toward Ada Wong, Claire Redfield, or any other female present in Leon's life.

I do not practice exclusivity outside of my pairings with @fracturedlullaby and @lunaurous and outside of the muses defined by this status, all of my muses are up for pairing - platonic and otherwise.

[ofhope]

I hope I'll get over the Intense Hatred of my voice bc I love voice memos so much. They're so sweet, little intimate pockets.

[ofhope]

Pardon the slowness here until I've got everything settled! I'm very sorry if moving Ashley makes anything confusing!!! AHHH. I've always felt bad for focusing on just one muse, or maybe making others deal with muses they don't care about, SO HOPEFULLY. This makes it a bit easier. Thank you for sticking with me, and I'm sorry agaaaaaaaaai-

[ghrahm]

I won't run.

headcanon-based ashley graham, as written by liv (she/her).

[keepscrollinghun]

FANTASY OF THE GIRLS ↳ 2018. dir. Ahn Jeong-Min

[redemptioninterlude]

@ofhope // milly

[tightenshold]

Light the lanterns and open the path.

INDEPENDENT, SEMI-SELECTIVE MULTIMUSE. FEATURING PRIMARILY CHARAS FROM LIMBUS COMPANY & OTHER PJM PROPERTIES. PENNED BY PEYTON. GRAPHICS CREDIT

[glitteredpawprints]

Piers would be damned if he let her go by herself to look for whoever this guy was that she was talking about. He may have been injured but he would still protect her. After all despite the fact of what he was and who he is now he still felt the need to protect humanity. Even if he wasn't exactly human anymore. "No, I'm coming with you. I just need a moment." He said before slowly taking steps towards her as he still held onto his side.

"Now who's this guy that we're looking for?" He asked as he limped behind Ashley but was still on guard until he heard some shuffling behind him before glancing around. "Wait stop for a moment." He said until he pulled out his gun and pointed it at a man in a black cloak that was wearing a mask. "Who are you?" He asked. Suddenly the man spoke. "Easy stranger. I just heard that ya needed some items and here I am. Got some good stuff on sale if you're interested?" Piers was hesitant.

"Ashley, stay behind me." He said before slowly putting his weapon away as he stepped forward. The merchant pulled out a tray of first aid sprays and held it out. "Fer ya I can give ya a discount." Piers looked back at Ashley for confirmation. He wasn't sure if this was the guy she was talking about but the tray of first aid sprays was tempting.

[ofhope]

"You'll know him when you see him, he's--"

Oh.

"Speak of the devil. Hi!"

It's odd to think of a man, face obscure, anonymity dripping from every pore to be someone safe, but Ashley's learned of a lot of odd things and how, precisely, they entangle her. He assists Leon with this, that and the other, and she thinks the pricing's okay all things considered, even if she doesn't quite understand the currency. Leon's always got it covered somehow, and if not, he deals out something more pleasing to the wallet. Waving him over, Ashley places a palm on Piers' shoulder, then one on the stranger's.

"No no, don't worry, he's someone good. I think. He's nice, and--see, I told you he'd have something. He always usually does, somehow. How do you do that?"

She doesn't anticipate an answer, a magician never tells his secret, but at least she's been given the pass to talk to him for a spare moment. It's probably a sort of reflex on Leon's behalf, not fully able to diagnose him as an ally or foe, and thus keeping their connection minimal. It's fine, but she hardly thinks someone willingly handling out first aid can't be not good.

"Here. It's not much, but I gathered some... pesetas? - I think it's plural - whenever we had a moment. In case me and Leon split, I could... I don't know. Leave a trail?"

For not being a fan of her princesa status, she sure does play into fairytales a lot. Ignoring the eyeroll she very much wants to give herself, Ashley hands over the palmful, smiling politely whenever the Merchant plucks a canister out of his jacket and tosses it over.

"If you don't trust it, just know Leon's been using this the whole time, and it seems to do him good. You'll... get over the smell after your second or third, but fingers crossed you won't need that many."

Medicinal. Gross. Ashley hoped it'd embody something minty or foresty, but instead it's better suited to a dentist's office or a freshly ripped-open pack of gauze.

Beggars can't be choosers.

[ofhope]

"I've seen his guns, but something tells me you're talking about his other set."

Okay, fair point. That confidence of hers takes a dip because hey, she didn't know any eyes were on her, but she should know because she's the -- subject of all of this (eugh), and this snare was curated for Luis; yet now her ankle's snagged in it.

Touché.

"Luis. Ballistics? Seriously?" it's such an out there comment that Ashley can't swallow her laugh in time, but to compensate, she knocks their shoulders together again. "Okay, okay, you're right. We've both been eyeing 'Mister Kennedy' for the past, uh. Hour, I guess. If it helps, I thiiink I've caught him looking your way a time or two. While me and you have him in common, he and I have you in common. Seriously, two handsome guys? If it weren't for... everything going on here, this would be a girl's dream."

Deflection, she knows that well.

"For what it's worth, you two make a good team. I'm just... sorry this is where you two had to meet. Not the most romantic setting."

Ashley knows well she's assuming a lot of things, dancing on a precarious line. However, she got Luis Serra, charmer of men and women alike, to stammer. Can anyone blame her for taking pride in that? ... She does feel bad, though. People like them meet over a drink, watch terrible movies and love them. In its place, Leon's slashing at dead-but-not things, and Luis' carries an everlasting memory on his chest.

... Well. She supposes they'll all have that in common.

"What would your guys' name be? Luion? Leis?"

Okay, okay, she's having fun now, but let her have her moment.

@arrepentirse!

[ofhope]

"Hey. Do you want to come and help me chuck my ex's junk off a cliff? It's a great stress reliever."

[acecroft]

Ashley Graham in RESIDENT EVIL 4 Remake

[ofhope]

"You wouldn't understand. I'm not like other humans. I'm more like them!" He shouted before looking away. "I lost my humanity when I.." He then shook his head refusing to speak any further on the topic.

"That's a different story." He mumbled.

(Piers @ Ashley)

"You're nothing like them."

The outburst scrambles her brain. Her mouth seems to move of its own accord, forming speech before she can adequately thumb through it and make sure it's right, but Ashley wouldn't draw back the words even if she had. Something terrible happened to these people, something terrible that squirms and twitches inside her, and - and in him, too? That's the path Ashley believes he's angling, but furthers her stance by not budging from his side.

"I don't... know what you've been through, exactly? But... you're not... trying to, um, steal me? For starters, or flinging chainsaws--how do they even do that?-- at people, and... you've still got," Ashley taps against his forehead. "This. You're talking, communicating, and you're acting as one person, instead of... instead of as a, um, cult."

Ashley grimaces at the chosen word, but honestly can't find it in her to mentally leaf through a dictionary. Her feet hurt, she's covered in more sweat than she's ever been, and she doesn't know where in the hell Leon or Luis are, if they're okay...

So, Ashley puts aside her complicated feelings regarding that word for a later date.

"If... if you're like me, then, you have the potential to turn into that... but- but Luis, you don't know Luis but he's important somehow, he has a way to get rid of it. Surgically remove it so we can't become that. Whenever we meet back up with Leon, you have to come with us. Please? Please come with us."

Ashley looks around, looks back at him.

"After all, we can't stay in the same area too long, right? So, if you wanna' walk and talk, we can. You don't have to spill any deets you don't want to, but... I'd appreciate any kind of conversation, honestly."

How long has she been gone, now? A day? Three?

"Regardless, you're... still human. We're human."

Then, wouldn't that mean...?

Ashley chooses to stop that thought before it manifests.

[ofhope]

Ashley conflicts very heavily with the image she's been given / how she knows she really is. I think, unconsciously, she tries to emulate it; which furthers this issue. It's not her fault she was given that reputation, but she also feels it's her responsibility to carry it with her Father being in office. It does help to an extend, her drinking being regulated to partying (something she doesn't do much at all post-game) while also causing more ???s to frequently pop up, going against what she thinks in order to perpetuate something she never wanted to.

Ashley's not a bad person, and she's very sweet, but drinking, having sex before marriage, trying all the things college kids try, isn't what society at that time don't think too hard about it would deem "good," and most upon hearing just one of these activities would flinch and draw her title forth. She's just living her life, but it's not in the way they want.

Ashley walks a tight line of what she thinks, what people want her to think, how something could be seen, what she wants to do. Things regarding a president's daughter won't always make for articles, but because she's the president's daughter she's held under a weighty gaze. Worse so after her kidnapping is made public and everyone, suddenly, wants to ask her "thoughts" on something, they want the story -- not the person. So, Ashley makes herself scarce. Tries to separate article from person. Tries to not, because she doesn't see that border, and she's probably just being dramatic. But what if she's not...?

All of this coupled with newfound anxieties, going from sitting at the center of the bar laughing and drinking with patrons to her back against the wall and unconsciously looking everywhere. Always trying to be alert, because she wasn't before, and so many people blame her for it. It's not fair. In her heart of hearts, she knows it to be unfair, but... she should've heard something. Planned ahead. She had to have known.

And she's back to square one.

[rhodeshillcare]

@ofhope

"Summer is coming up and that means a nice summer time dress. I think you'd look very cute in this outfit."

[starrynightsxo]

[ofhope]

I'm finally a bit more conscious, but happy Pride Month!!! 💖💖💖💖 I know it feels difficult to celebrate, but please know that you're always worth celebrating. Please know that your existence is valued, that it's important, that nobody can ever take that from you. You don't have to know what you are right now. There's no shame in that. There's never any shame in being "you," no matter who that "you" is at the moment.

Please be kind with yourself, too. Extend the same patience you would give to others to yourself, as well. Please don't shy away from telling others about yourself, please don't shy away from being you. It's not always easy being you, but that's okay. It's worth every bit of effort. It always will be.

[utterlyinsnee]

doodle

[ofhope]

“ Should I stay or go? ” / krauser for ashley tightenshold

"I don't..."

Ashley never saw his face. Couldn't recall if she had blinds, couldn't remember if, maybe, she had seen it, maybe she saw it, blacked out, forgot again. That fuzziness is still there, playing out in real time, like she's looking at an old projection instead of a living person. He has recognizable scarring, does she remember that? Does she remember forgetting that? Nothing makes sense about how he looks, but not because -- not because of anything tangible. He's a boogeyman given shape, a monster in the closet portrayed in heavy brushstrokes. She - doesn't know what to do with him, and her response isn't conscious; steps trailing back, breath caged in her chest, but she can't mistake his voice, the same that asks--

Should I stay or go?

It was orders, she reasons. He wasn't the knife, merely the hand that wielded it. He wasn't the source of this, but a benefactor from it. His relation is minimal. It isn't his fault, but it is, and that voice is what she hears whenever she thinks she's alone. It's... exposure therapy, she thinks the term is. He's - he's not the concept she sketched over a collection of restless nights; he's not comparable with nature. He's fallible. He's imperfect. He's --

Right in front of her, and she doesn't know what to do.

"... Know. I don't know."

Ashley wants to look away, but she doesn't want him out of her sight, but her eyes sting.

"I, um. I... I think, I..."

Appreciate what you're trying, but everything--floats. She can't pin down a thought. She feels like her body is covered in scrapes with an undercurrent of numbness, and Ashley hangs onto the only leverage she has. Bitten nails dig into her sleeve, and each step she takes is purposeful, waiting for that dig of metal into her back. The knob's right there.

"It's -- it's, um. I'll go. My - if you're looking for, um, my - Father's down the hall, two doors to the left. Someone'll... someone could help."

Ashley isn't sure whether she's making sense, but she wrenches the door open before he has the time to order, or reorder, any of the words she spoke, hoping Leon'll forgive her for, this once, running away again.