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ABOUT ME. | MY MUSE. | RULES.

Hear me out, a verse in which Alisson's still a human.

So, uh... Hi?

Get to know the mun :)

• Nickname(s) : Allie. Allie is, actually, a nickname, nobody in Tumblr knows my real name as I don't feel comfortable sharing it.

• Zodiac : I just know that I'm a Scorpio.

• Last movie I saw : This is a difficult one — I can't really remember because it's been months since I last saw a movie, but I'm gonna say Perfect Sense.

• Last thing I googled : "borrar fondo" — "remove background" in Spanish, I've just checked it.

• Favorite musician(s) : I absolutely love Billie Eilish. I also listen to Lady Gaga, Alex G, and a bunch of different musicians that have one specific song that I like, but Billie Eilish has my whole heart.

• Song stuck in my head : The One That Got Away, by Katy Perry.

• Other blogs : I have two (2) more blogs in the resident evil roleplay community. One for Alisson ( @ohmylittlesoldiergirl ) and another one for Carlos Oliveira ( @umbreliveira ). Yes, they're more active and beautiful than this one. I'm also planning to create more roleplay blogs with different accounts on other communities. Maybe a multi-muse one? And I want to edit this blog as my other ones, too!

• Do I get asks? : No. Lol. But maybe it's my fault for not being online THAT much time.

• Following : ???

• Amount of sleep : DON'T bring this up. I don't sleep well since I was like- 11 years old. I wake up constantly, I have migraines and I wake up early in the morning. I try to sleep from 6 to 9 hours, though.

• Lucky number : Either 2 or 4.

• What I'm wearing : What the fuck is this question? Obviously my pajamas, I've just woke up.

• Dream job : Higher Technician in Clinical and Biomedical Laboratory / Clinical and Biomedical Laboratory Technologist / Senior Clinical Laboratory Technician / Biomedical Laboratory Technician. It's the same job, but said in different ways. As you want to say it.

• Dream trip : Romania, Italy, London... I have a lot of dream trips.

• Favorite food : I love food, I like EVERYTHING, I swear to God. Well, expect peppers and spicy food. Meat, rice, fresh fruits or broccoli are my favorite, though.

• Play any instrument : I'd rather be dead. I have a traumatic experience with this one.

• Languages : Spanish (native), English, some words in French and I'm still learning Romanian.

• Favorite songs : The Winner Is... By DeVotchKa. i love you, by Billie Eilish. Lily, by Alan Walker. Je te laisserai des mots, by Patrick Watson. Paparazzi, by Lady Gaga, party favor, by Billie Eilish. i bet on losing dogs, by Mitski, and a lot more.

• Random fact : I created Alisson, more or less, 7 years ago. Oh, and I'm also a lesbian.

• Describe yourself as aesthetic things : another difficult question. You guys love to see my brain steaming. I find really hard to romanticize myself, my actions or my personal space. If I had to choose an aesthetic for me, especially, I would choose something that has to be related to an overachiever or blind loyalty. Maybe dogs?

[ Tagging: @findmyselftoday ]

[ Tagged by: @scyftan & @quoththekitten-nevermore (thanks a lot!) ]

#subject279 #nevermore rp #wednesday netflix #about me

Toon me.

I wanted to show the difference in styles between the current Alisson and the human Alisson from many years ago, and this has been the perfect opportunity. Yes, Alisson was very well dressed before thanks to her mother, who took things from herself to give them to her family. And, yes, she loved cookies in those times, too.

[ Tagged by: @quoththekitten-nevermore (thanks pookie) ]

[ Tagging: @scyftan & @findmyselftoday ]

#( Alisson's wings are a lot bigger )#subject279 #subject 279 #wednesday netflix #nevermore rp #aesthetic

Mini Alisson under the cut because I've been offline for a lot of time.

-> Léa Seydoux as Junie de Chartres in La Belle Personne.

#subject 279 #nevermore rp

𝖎. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒. repost and bold what applies to your muse

[ Tagged by: @quoththekitten-nevermore ]

[ Tagging: @findmyselftoday , @scyftan & you 🫵 ]

HAMLET : losing oneself to revenge / the ghosts of the past / the sting of betrayal / a poisoned blade / drowning in sorrows / confusing belief with reality / rash actions in anger.

MACBETH : a stain that never washes out / doomed by prophecy / inescapable fate / a desperate grasp for power / unchecked ambition / violence for cruelty's sake, morals wavering / a cackling laugh.

ROMEO AND JULIET : youthful impulsiveness / long grudges / doomed and fleeting love / drops of poison on the tongue / the thrill of new love / following another even to death / a long feud ended / loud declarations of devotion / a final kiss.

OTHELLO : burning jealousy / seeds of distrust sown / faithlessness / lies whispered in ears / secrecy protected through death / the innocent disbelieved / union torn apart by deception / a dropped handkerchief .

KING LEAR : empty flattery / banished in disgrace / an inflated ego / an unwarranted falling from grace / honesty punished / siblings pitted against each other / tearful repentance in the final moment / letters carefully penned .

#subject 279 #nevermore rp #aesthetic

𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 : 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 .

Rules: bold what applies to your muse and repost.

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SNOW WHITE: jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS: a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet, walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST: lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD: a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS: sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. silver crowns.

LITTLE RED CAP: wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.

#subject 279 #nevermore rp #aesthetic

subject-279

[ @quoththekitten-nevermore ;

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 ... 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗! ]

Days passed and passed at Nevermore, and Alisson could never leave that place. She was bound to the Academy in a way that went beyond the emotional. Because of her peculiar appearance, no one wanted to give her a job, no one wanted to sell her a house. No one wanted to give her a chance.

So she had nowhere to go.

On a day like any other, Alisson’s intuition picked up on a presence. A presence so familiar… She quickly opened the door to her room and saw Ammonia, her former roommate. Her wings trembled with excitement

Until she noticed the smudged mascara running down the girl’s cheeks.

────── ❛ Ammonia, what’s wrong? ❜ — She asked, her voice as monotone as ever. However, if you looked closely into the depths of her blue eyes, you could see the concern. ────── ❛ For once you come to visit me, and you show up like this. ❜ — She tried to lighten the moment.

quoththekitten-nevermore

Overcome upon seeing such a dearly missed friend, and touched by her familiar humor, Ammonia cannot stall herself from leaping forward to wrap her arms around Allison’s shoulders.

There’s so much she wants to say. I’m sorry I haven’t been visiting. I’ve missed you immensely, every day that I was at school. Before she knew that Larissa was no longer principal, Ammonia couldn’t stand the thought of being on Nevermore’s campus again alone.

She is here tonight because she knew that Alisson would be, and Larissa would not.

Now, she sobs, inhales Alisson’s scent, and makes an even further mess of her mascara. “I think I did something horrible, Ali.”

subject-279

As if by reflex, Alisson’s wings gently wrapped around Ammonia’s shoulders. Physical contact with her had already become something natural, so Alisson didn’t even flinch when she felt Ammonia’s weight against her body. Her expression remained stoic, but the slight crease between her brows betrayed her concern.

────── ❛ And what have you done that’s so horrible? ❜ — I doubt it’s worse than killing someone for your freedom.

She placed a hand on the girl’s back, guiding her inside. The part of the room that had once been filled with Ammonia’s belongings was now nothing but empty space. Alisson hadn’t touched a thing, and she hadn’t allowed anyone else to take her favourite kitty's place.

#subject 279 #ammonia #nevermore rp

[ @quoththekitten-nevermore ;

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 ... 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗! ]

Days passed and passed at Nevermore, and Alisson could never leave that place. She was bound to the Academy in a way that went beyond the emotional. Because of her peculiar appearance, no one wanted to give her a job, no one wanted to sell her a house. No one wanted to give her a chance.

So she had nowhere to go.

On a day like any other, Alisson’s intuition picked up on a presence. A presence so familiar… She quickly opened the door to her room and saw Ammonia, her former roommate. Her wings trembled with excitement

Until she noticed the smudged mascara running down the girl’s cheeks.

────── ❛ Ammonia, what’s wrong? ❜ — She asked, her voice as monotone as ever. However, if you looked closely into the depths of her blue eyes, you could see the concern. ────── ❛ For once you come to visit me, and you show up like this. ❜ — She tried to lighten the moment.

#subject279 #ammonia #nevermore rp

subject-279

A black liquid welled up, soon dripping onto Alisson’s desk, only to evaporate the moment it touched the wood. Corrosive, thick, and far from human, yet still a symbol of pain that wouldn’t stop flowing. Even so, Alisson couldn’t die, no matter what she did. Maybe, by cutting off the flow of life, her body would short-circuit somehow… And she could finally rest with her family.

Before she could do it again, a hand on her shoulder made her jump.

The girl inhaled sharply, unevenly, and tightened the hand holding the blade. She tried to play it off, even when the wounds were right there. They were deep, and they were likely to take months to heal, even if they left no scars afterward.

────── “Nothing.” — She replied, her heart lodged in her throat.

Her voice sounded tight and her feathers were more fluffed than usual, as if Agnes’s sudden presence had genuinely startled her. She seemed like a deer in the headlights.

findmyselftoday

Agnes' lips quivered. In contrast to Alisson's shocked stillness, Agnes was frantic with the darting of her eyes, the uncontrolled shaking of her fingers, the pounding of her heart that threatened to deafen her. What felt like a perpetual silence also seemed to be an unexplainable cacophony. The blackness that oozed from Alisson's wounds overloaded the young girl's mind.

"Nothing?" The redhead repeated in sad disbelief, composure leaving her entirety in a single gasp that she was completely swayed by her tumultuous emotions. "What are you even thinking?" She released her grip from Alisson and balled her fingers into fists.

"Alisson, you..." The words came and went in her thoughts like straws being desperately grasped for. Agnes did not realize the tears that started to well and quickly roll from her eyes.

"Please..." The girl pleaded, voice momentarily catching in her throat. "You don't have to do this."

subject-279

Alisson tightened her grip on the blade hidden behind her back. She shouldn’t have done this, not with a Vanisher as a friend. She shouldn’t have taken such a risk. Beyond the wounds on her arms, her hands began to drip with a thick, black, viscous liquid, too; the result of gripping the blade too tightly.

Her blue eyes never left Agnes’s, holding steady eye contact. It was as if Alisson’s mind had gone blank — lost. She didn’t even feel remorse for Agnes’s tears in that moment. She felt… Empty.

────── ❛ Agnes, I can’t die. ❜ — She reminded her, even as her thoughts began spiraling into a quiet crisis. ────── ❛ No matter how many times I do this… Or don’t… ❜ — She added. The pain would still be there.

Agnes was just a child. Of course she wouldn’t understand the complexity of being, essentially, immortal. She wouldn’t understand the weight of years and years spent alone. Years of watching everyone around you die. Of course she wouldn’t understand. And Alisson couldn't confuse her any further.

────── ❛… I’ll stop. But do not tell anyone. ❜

#tw self destructive behavior #tw injury #tw blood #subject279 #agnes demille

Guys, what do we think about Alisson

#allie's out

All Grown Up - Bare: A Pop Opera

Performance link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5wBmDy3IBw

"Little lies and big decisions / Who to tell and where to go? / Follow someone else's vision or trust my own? / Cause I don't know"

You were forced to mature far too young. You were entrusted with responsibilities you never should've had to take on, and you feel painfully young now as you break down. You've done everything right, been the good kid you were supposed to be, and you are still punished for it. Where are your parents now? Why can't you be as innocent as you once were, naive to how things really are? You want to sob and lay your head in another's lap, but instead, you lament your agony to the abyss. Everyone thinks they know you, but you are so, so misunderstood, and age has nothing to do with it.

Tagged by: @quoththekitten-nevermore (thanks a lot!)

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#subject279 #nevermore rp #wednesday netflix #wednesday roleplay #this is outright Alisson

goldenagememes

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

repost of a meme by moonpiehelps: mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! ♡

( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.

( 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other who’s about to throw up.

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone.

( 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them.

( 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them.

( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after they’ve withdrawn from everyone.

( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack.

( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick.

( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse holds the other’s hand while they’re in pain or panicking.

( 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄 ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience.

( 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.

( 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury they’ve been trying to hide that’s beginning to worry them.

( 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while they’re crying.

( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while they’re scared.

( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.

( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

( 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other’s face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them.

( 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.

( 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who won’t let them in.

( 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

( 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how )

( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury.

( 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing.

( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.

( 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 ) ; one muse takes the other to a calm area where they feel more comfortable opening up.

woodenmoth

#subject 279 #aesthetic

musingswithmemes

Send "🩸" for my muse's reaction to finding yours covered in blood!

(If you cannot see the emoji send "Blood")

findmyselftoday

Agnes appeared abruptly from the empty air of Alisson's room and urgently held onto the student's shoulders. Her wide-eyed gaze fell to the dark fluid oozing from Alisson's self-inflicted laceration before sternly yet worriedly returning to lock into her friend's.

"What the hell are you doing?" The red-haired girl exclaimed, shock evident in the trembling of her alarmed, high-pitched voice.

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A black liquid welled up, soon dripping onto Alisson’s desk, only to evaporate the moment it touched the wood. Corrosive, thick, and far from human, yet still a symbol of pain that wouldn’t stop flowing. Even so, Alisson couldn’t die, no matter what she did. Maybe, by cutting off the flow of life, her body would short-circuit somehow… And she could finally rest with her family.

Before she could do it again, a hand on her shoulder made her jump.

The girl inhaled sharply, unevenly, and tightened the hand holding the blade. She tried to play it off, even when the wounds were right there. They were deep, and they were likely to take months to heal, even if they left no scars afterward.

────── “Nothing.” — She replied, her heart lodged in her throat.

Her voice sounded tight and her feathers were more fluffed than usual, as if Agnes’s sudden presence had genuinely startled her. She seemed like a deer in the headlights.

#tw self destructive behavior #tw blood #tw injury #subject279 #agnes demille #wednesday netflix #wednesday roleplay #nevermore rp

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