ᵂᵃˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ..?

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋.. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘.

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WELCOME to my indie-selective roleplay blog, featuring multiple female muses from various fandoms. Mun is 25+ and a novella writer. There are a few basic rules to follow here:

This blog is ran by an adult. I am 25+ and absolutely will not entertain anyone under the age of 21 for my own comfort. This blog will contain adult content and so for my own sanity.. minors stay away.

This blog is low activity. I’m exhausted and have a full time job, as well as a very real life going on. I’ll reply in my own time. Please feel free to do the same.

No one liners. I like to keep things descriptive around here— now I’m not taking about a full on book. But PLEASE give me something to work with.

Absolutely no controlling my muses. My muse is mine, yours is yours. That’s how it works around here.

No hate of any kind or cliquey behaviour.

Affiliates: @fatescattered, @divinafatum , @lightsideofseoul

See the roster below. * means high muse:

Max Mayfield — Stranger Things

Eleven/Jane Hopper — Stranger Things

Robin Buckley — Stranger Things

Naomi Nakashima — Corpse Party *

Kang Sae-byeok — Squid Game

Ji-yeong — Squid Game

Cho Eun-su — As You Stood By

Cho Hui-su — As You Stood By

Shauna Shipman — Yellowjackets *

Natalie Scatorccio — Yellowjackets *

Taissa Turner — Yellowjackets *

Melissa Tate — Yellowjackets *

Rumi — KPop Demon Hunters *

Mira — KPop Demon Hunters

Ellie Williams — The Last of Us *

Riley Abel — The Last of Us

Invisigal — Dispatch *

Prism — Dispatch

Max Caulfield — Life is Strange *

Chloe Price — Life is Strange *

Rachel Amber — Life is Strange *

Alex Chen — Life is Strange *

Safiya Llewellyn-Fayyad — Life is Strange

Clementine — Telltale’s The Walking Dead Game *

Violet — Telltale’s The Walking Dead Game *

Kat Mikaelsen — Lost Records: Bloom & Rage *

Nora Malakian — Lost Records: Bloom & Rage

Swann Holloway — Lost Records: Bloom & Rage

Chloe Frazer — Uncharted

Lara Croft — Tomb Raider

Mae Borowski — Night in the Woods *

Grace Ashcroft — Resident Evil *

Jill Valentine — Resident Evil *

Moira Burton — Resident Evil *

Bela Dimitrescu — Resident Evil *

Helena Harper — Resident Evil

Ada Wong — Resident Evil

Beth Washington — Until Dawn *

Laura Kearney — The Quarry

Katniss Everdeen — The Hunger Games

Polina Petrova — Call of Duty

Tara Carpenter — Scream

Rain Carradine — Alien Romulus

More to be added.. and I will make this look prettier I swear lmao.

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

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★ Starter for Ada & Jill! @redemptioninterlude ★

It’d been solid couple hours since she’d collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Her legs had given out, nothing left in the tank to offer even with the punishing shockwaves coursing through her body, forcing her upright only to come crashing right back to the ground once more in a heap. Fortunately, it was one of those rare evenings where Wesker had actually allowed her to recuperate in her cell. She was of no good use to him in this sorry state if she could barely stand, let alone anything else— even his cruel self knew that.

Skin drenched in a cold sweat as she curled in on herself, Jill’s hands balled into fists over her chest.

She wasn’t an idiot. Jill knew better than to attempt to claw the device free from where it was burrowed into her skin, or try to escape. It’d no doubt shock her and bring her right back to her knees within an instant. She’d learned that the hard way. One of Wesker’s cruelest tricks. While there may not have been any physical shackles on her.. his little gadget was her own personal prison. And when it was fully activated— it was torture.

She was halfway to drifting off when the sound of heels tapping against the concrete flooring had her eyelids fluttering open. Jill knew exactly who her late night visiter was before she even came into view. Ada Wong. She was a complete mystery. Jill didn’t know much about her other than the fact she sometimes came to do the odd job for Wesker.. and that she was surprisingly kind to her whenever they got the liberty to speak.

“Ada.” Her voice was breathless as she brought herself into a sitting position, knees hugged to her chest. “Didn’t expect to see you back so soon.” If at all. She wasn’t supposed to be here. If Wesker caught them conversing— would Ada be in trouble? “What’s he got you doing this time?” She was sure that information was classified, but.. maybe she could coax it out of her.

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And if I add Sheva Alomar to my muse list? 👀

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★ Continued from HERE. @metmydeadline ★

This wasn’t the first time Grace had found her mother like this in the dead of night. Her research tended to keep her up at ungodly hours. Concerning, given her health complications prior.. but there was no talking to her when she refused to take it easy as the doctor’s had told her one too many times.

Luckily it wasn’t too late. “Nothing. I just thought you’d be done with work by now.” It was hard not to think too much on her words. Watching something scary. As in horror movie scary, or.. real life? Grace didn’t bother asking, knowing she most likely wouldn’t like the answer. Her mother’s work usually upturned only the darkest of secrets. Monsters. Strange viruses. Not that Alyssa knew, but Grace often snooped through her files whenever she could. And boy, she’d uncovered a lot of information she shouldn’t have.

Pulling the blanket around her shoulders as she padded barefoot across the room, Grace offered her hand out to her mom in hopes to finally coax her away from the computer for at least an hour or two.

“You skipped dinner again. Aren’t you hungry?” She had to be. “Because.. I’m sure whatever you’re watching can wait until tomorrow.”

Knowing her mom, she’d fight her on this. But sometimes, although Grace wouldn’t admit it aloud.. she missed her being present. “M-Maybe we could go check out that new café downtown? Should still be open.” They’d been meaning to try it for a while now, but as usual.. work always got in the way.

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Hit the heart for a meme from one of the following:

Jill Valentine

Grace Ashcroft

Helena Harper

Ada Wong

Bela Dimitrescu

Moira Burton

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★ Open Starter from — Jill Valentine! ★

Set after Lost in Nightmares. Your muse can be someone who’s working with Wesker, or maybe someone who found out where Jill is being held and has come to rescue her? Hell, give me Wesker himself if you want!

Her whole body was screaming at her. Muscles ached, bones were fractured, and her skin was torn in various places, making lifting more than a finger an impossible feat. When she’d dived out of the estate’s window and tackled Wesker with her, Jill hadn’t expected she’d be waking up again. It was all she could think about during the plummet. The cliff had been a steep drop— and a long way down. And still, somehow.. she’d survived it. Barely. And unfortunately, so had he.

It’d been almost a week since that night. The longest week of her life. Each day was spent in agony, injuries haphazardly tended causing her to drift in and out of consciousness from the pain.

Jill doubted Wesker was going to just leave her to die in the cell he’d dragged her into. That’d be too merciful by his measures. So then what did he intend to do with her? He would’ve killed her at the bottom of the cliff if he truly wanted her dead. Hell, he hadn’t hurt her since he’d taken her hostage.. yet. That just so happened to be more unsettling than if he had. Just what was his play here? Why was he keeping her alive? Did she even want to know? Jill was terrified of whatever alternative he had in store for her. But she wasn’t about to show him an ounce of that fear, as stubborn as ever until the very end.

Slumped up against her cell wall, Jill stared at the lock keeping her trapped. If she had her toolkit with her, — no doubt it’d been lost during the fall — manipulating that lock would’ve been easy. Like she’d make it very far in her condition anyway.

All thoughts stilled the minute she heard footsteps begin to approach and she tensed. Instead of glancing up to greet whoever it was, Jill instead kept her gaze downcast to avoid their eyes. “What do you want..?” Her voice was but a strained whisper, assuming it was the Devil himself.

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Gonna do a little follower clear up over here and on my other blog. If we don’t write much together or talk out of character, I may unfollow to keep my blog more organised. Nothing personal 💕 If you still wanna be mutuals please let me know!

[hwoaarang]

Ada Wong in Separate Ways

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❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜

As the question left Lottie’s lips, Taissa felt herself freeze in her motions, the axe in hand stilling midair as it steadied to swing down to chop yet another piece of wood for the fire. The blank expression on her face said it all: what the hell do you want?

Taking a second of two to gather her dissociated thoughts before turning to face the other girl, Taissa eventually brought the axe down to her side, before settling it down entirely. The muscles in her arms had long since started to ache. She could do with the break anyway. “No Lottie, I don’t.” Her voice matched the expression on her face, monotone in hopes to mask the fact that she was lying. If the eyeless entity she often saw when spacing out wasn’t a ghost, then.. what else could it be?

“Look, I appreciate you checking in on me, but.. I don’t buy into this whole wilderness bullshit or whatever it is you’ve got going on, so don’t even try.” Taissa murmured, arms folding across her chest. She was hungry. She was tired. And she certainly didn’t have the energy to deal with Lottie’s chaotic imagination right now. Including the spiritual crap.

Sure, the others bought into it. Hell, Van did too. But Taissa? She was over it. “Do you even hear yourself when you say the trees talk to you?” Taissa was convinced she’d lost her mind.

★ @wondersfull — For Lottie & Taissa! ★

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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In a reality where walkers outnumbered the living? It was normal to have nights like these. Nights where the weight of the world seemed more crushing than usual, making rest an impossible feat. Sleep refused to claim her, and no matter how many times she tossed and turned in her makeshift sleeping bag? Its thin fabric provided little comfort against the cold tiles of the gas station they’d taken refuge in for the night.

How had things gotten so out of hand? It’d been almost seven years since the outbreak began, sure.. but Clementine had been holding out some hope the world would go back to how it was before. That was until tonight, that exact same hope she’d been clinging to diminishing thanks to exhaustion draining the last of her spirit.

❛ It's okay to cry. ❜ Lee’s voice sounding across the room in the darkness was enough to make her flinch. Clementine hadn’t realised she’d started sniffling. Had she woken him..?

“I’m not crying. I’m just.. tired.” A poor excuse considering tears had already began to sting at amber eyes, vision blurring at the edges. She couldn’t afford to be that scared little girl that Lee had found hiding out in her treehouse back when they’d first met. Not anymore. Not when she had AJ depending on her— speaking of whom, was still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of the conversation at hand.

Quietly clearing her throat, Clementine sat herself up to readjust her cap. “Winter’s coming to an end. Soon, the walkers are gonna get faster again..” The snow was already thawing away outside. Another worry of hers. Clementine used to hate winter, but as of recently, it’d been their saving grace more than once. “I’m not sure we’ll last on the road much longer.” A daunting thought.

★ @anthologicals — For Lee & Clementine! ★

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❛ please, tell me why you’re upset. tell me who did this? ❜

The words all jumbled together in her head. She could barely hear them over the roaring of her own heartbeat in her ears. Grace’s body had long since ceased up in place, limbs locking like a deer caught in headlights. One minute she’d been running down that eerily lit hallway as fast as her legs could carry her, desperately attempting to put some distance between the dreaded screeching and shrieking emitting from behind her after leaving the safety of the light. The next? She was being tugged along by a stranger.

Fortunately, the monster in pursuit seemed to have fled after this man — Leon, Grace vaguely recalled him mentioning as he rushed up to hustle her along — had opened fire on it.

“I-I don’t know! I don’t know!” She finally found her voice in a burst of panicked breaths, pale blue eyes wide with terror as they found Leon’s stern stare. “There was a man, he kidnapped me and I.. I don’t know what he wants from me! I was at the Wrenwood h-hotel, and then I woke up here and there was this thing, a-and..” She wasn’t making any sense, even to herself. Her head throbbed and her chest hurt. Grace could barely form a coherent thought, never mind a sentence.

Bending down slightly to rest her clammy hands against her knees, Grace took a few ragged breaths. She needed to centre herself before she had a full on panic attack. “I’m sorry..”

★ @fortitudina — For Leon & Grace! ★

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Sulking. That’s what Chris would claim she was doing right now if he saw her hiding away alone in their break room, frown sitting prominently on her features. But could he blame her with him practically breathing down her neck with every move she made? Feeling as though she was under constant surveillance since her return to the field was suffocating. It was like he didn’t trust her to make the right calls anymore.. nobody did. And while Jill knew they all had perfectly valid reasons to feel the way they did? It sure didn’t soften the blow to her heart.

❛ i know you’re hurting. and i can’t fix that. but i can refuse to let you hurt alone. ❜

Rebecca’s voice caused her racing train of spiralling thoughts to a screeching halt, a scoff slipping past pouted lips. Looks like she’d once again found herself the hot topic on everyone’s tongue. “So I guess you’ve heard about my recklessness then?” Her arms folded stubbornly across her chest, short fingernails absentmindedly digging into the soft skin of her palms— a habit she’d picked up and was having great difficulty trying to break during her recovery.

She was still yet to meet Rebecca’s eyes as the other woman joined her at the table, quiet buzz of the vending machine offering little comfort in the silence that followed. Although it didn’t stretch on for too long, Jill too fired up from her blazing row with Chris to not vent out her frustrations. “What’re they saying this time? ‘She’s out of control.’ Or was it.. ‘Are you sure she’s medically fit to be back here?’ ” From the concerned whispers she’d heard circulating around Chris’s squad.. could be either of those things.

They didn’t understand. There was still so much she was yet to atone for, and while she was very much aware that the blood on her hands was permanent? At least attempting to rinse them clean was better than sitting around and dwelling on the past. “I’m done with their pity.” She didn’t mean to sound so aggravated. It was just hard when the people she cared about the most seemed to have lost all faith in her abilities.

★ @fatescattered — For Rebecca & Jill! ★

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Would anyone like some memes from my Resident Evil girlies? I have:

Jill Valentine

Grace Ashcroft

Moira Burton

Bela Dimitrescu

Helena Harper

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★ Open starter for — Grace Ashcroft! ★

‘GRACE!!!’

Victor Gideon’s voice echoed furiously throughout the infested hallways of the clinic, causing her pulse to spike. Even with her hands clamped tightly over both ears, his voice was so loud that it made her flinch. Grace felt like she was going to pass out. Even now that her muffled sobs had subsided, she could barely catch her breath. God, she should’ve never accepted this job. It was becoming abundantly apparent that she was way out of her depth. It was miracle she’d even made it this far.

How long had she even been in hiding, quivering under a desk? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?

Breathe, Grace. Just like her mom taught her. It was time to pull herself together. After all, it wasn’t like she could stay here. Gideon would tear up this entire clinic to find her. “O-Okay.. okay, you can do this. You’ve got this.” Forcing her breaths to even out and her hands to ease away from her ears, Grace reluctantly began to crawl out from her hiding spot.. only to gasp when hearing the door swing open. Shit! Had he been waiting for her to come out!?

Body tense and gun aimed at the door, Grace barked out a command, attempting to sound as threatening as she could. “Stay back, I-I’ll.. I’ll shoot..!” Her bluff didn’t sound very convincing even to her own ears. She was already out of ammo. And the way in which her aim could barely centre with how shaky her hands were? It must’ve been such a laughable sight for whoever had barged in.

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❛ I see the way you look at him. ❜

Jill barely had time to register his tormenting before the teasing nudge of his elbow into her side followed, causing the beer in hand to almost go tumbling. Splashes of the bitter beverage spat up over the edge of the bottle’s rim, fortunately none of them leaving a stain on her new S.T.A.R.S. uniform. Perhaps wearing it out to their gathering had been a mistake. Jill swore sometimes the guys in the squad forgot she wasn’t nearly as burly as them. Especially Barry.

“Barry!” His name erupted in a light scold, Jill swatting him away with her free hand. Clearly somebody had already had enough to drink.. and it wasn’t even ten o’clock yet.

“Maybe you should say that a little louder in case he didn’t hear you the first time.” Though her tone should have conveyed that she was in fact being sarcastic, her eyes playfully narrowed and a warning followed just in case he missed the hint. “Don’t you dare.” The last thing she needed was Chris overhearing and getting the wrong idea.

Though, with the loud chatter circling within the room, Jill didn’t think Chris had heard a thing. Thank god. But Barry’s comment did have her wondering.. had he really caught her gawking at him? That thought alone had the slightest tinge of pink dusting her cheeks, hoping the shadow of her beret had her covered. “You’re a real pest, you know that?”

★ @anthologicals — For Barry & Jill! ★