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Welcome! ON HIATUS
Hello, everyone! You can call me Cherry or Natalie (she/they, CST), and this is my rp blog for Jessica Sherawat of Resident Evil: Revelations! You can find my blog directory here.
A study on: action girl | flirting under fire | playing dumb | constantly being underestimated | being the mole | backstabbing others | being loyal to yourself alone | stylish protection gear and combat stilettos | pulling the strings |
((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 :))
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.
((My anxiety continues to be horrific. Consider all muses / blogs except for Cass’ on hiatus until further notice.))
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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
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"Collect for me, any remnants of the T-Abyss. Anything you can find. And-"
She set down the lemonade on their shared table, a few wasps immediately appearing to suck off the sugar rich dregs slipping off the cup's rim. One of the insects hovers in place, settling itself on her knucklebone.
"I am personally commissioning you to find its ancestral roots. The original Abyss itself is something we are interested in. Fish specimens infected with The Abyss will net you 20k a piece for confirmed infections, alive. 5k for each deceased specimen. I will provide you a holding container for the fish."
If the terms were agreeable, she could pay handsomely from her own pocket. Mr. Death could abide by her side venture.
Jessica grinned. She already had access to one sample, so finding the rest shouldn’t be too difficult. The same powerful people — typically men — held the keys to viruses like these, and she knew how to get what she wanted.
The wasps swarmed around them, and Jessica folded her hands in her lap. Unlike Carla, insects didn’t appeal to her in the slightest. Getting stung would only ruin a perfectly pleasant conversation; Jessica held her head high regardless. When a few of the bugs flitted over to her own drink, she didn’t bother shooing them away.
“Fascinating. I accept your offer. Is there any time constraint?” Jessica asked. “And will I be provided with transport?”
Shantipriya, the woman you were.
deepika padukone as shantipriya in om shanti om (2007) dir. farah khan
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! :))
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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]
any secrets worth my time?
jess @sworn-in-blood!
Jessica hummed her response, a quiet noncommittal noise. Her most recent secret — Jill Valentine being TRICELL’s bitch — certainly would’ve appealed to the woman before her, but Jess could afford to wait. After all, she’d finally convinced the other to take her on a proper date. The bouquet of flowers in her hand masked the familiar scent of blood; she hadn’t had enough time to wash her hair before arriving here.
“These are for you,” Jessica said, passing the flowers over. The secrets would come later on, when they’d both had a few drinks. The night had only just begun, and Jessica couldn’t wait to see what was in store. “Sorry for being a little late. Bad traffic.”
