#blitzkriegers

[petrokhelidon]

Traveling, Leon thinks acerbically, is heavily overrated. Teeth chattering the minute he'd stepped foot into a place a little too reminiscent of Valdelobos except covered in snow, sent here on little more than a bunch of disconcerting rumors coming out of the BSAA, tales a BOW infested village in Romania, the involvement of civilians and Redfield somehow going MIA━ though it was actually Claire's worried message that had cinched his resolution to go. Even if he severely wishes he could be anywhere else right now. Preferably somewhere warmer, livelier, with booze and not smelling of ash, rot and death. At the very least, most of what or whom used to live here have either left ( or worse ), leaving Leon left picking through the hollowed out ruins of a truly dreary looking village.

Of course, no sooner has he thought so, the feral sounding snarl coming from one of the nearby huts has the hair raise on the back of his neck, gun unholstered and ready to fire in the blink of an eye before he starts creeping forward, lips thinning at the thick sound of snow crunching beneath his boots. Shuffling and growling, the sound of wood tearing, another snarl and Leon thinks of course it had to be dogs, it's always fucking dogs, except━

" What the actual━? " The mutter of surprise slips from his lips before he can stop it, but he supposes it's a miracle enough he didn't actually scream: the creature greeting his sight a massive, man-sized beast looking like an uncomfortable cross between human and wolf. A beast that straightens up and turns with a speed that even has Leon freeze before he thinks to line up a shot. Christ, he would have prefered the dogs. / @blitzkriegers

[sp1ed]

@blitzkriegers inquired : “ my goodness, you’re not nearly as stupid as you look! ” hi hello this freak is here to ruin your day inbox prompt : shadow & bone inspired prompt. prompt status : accepting !

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙏𝙊  𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎  𝘿𝘼𝙈𝙉𝙀𝘿  𝙑𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙀    was  becoming  far  more  of  a  hassle  than  ada  would've  preferred  ,  and  since  being  here  the  chaos  had  not  ceased .  she  had  expected  some  level  of  unrest  ,  she  never  seemed  to  get  a  job  with  peaceful  locals .  even  now  ,  she  felt  ever  inch  of  her  body  tensed  for  the  next  wave  of  horrors  to  unleash  itself  ,  though  ,  in  the  present  her  attention  is  zeroed  in  on  the  man  before  her .  she'd  been  trying  to  follow  any  leads  towards  her  contact  within  the  area  ,  a  search  that'd  led  her  here  ,  seemingly  to  him .  ada  is  aware  there  was  a  chance  that  he'd  been  who  she'd  been  looking  for  ,  still  she  remains  reluctant  to  show  her  cards  ,  not  yet  at  least .

❛  oh ?  ❜  she  questions  from  behind  the  mask  firmly  planted  on  her  face  ,  crossbow  heavy  in  her  hands .  there  is  hardly  a  reason  to  trust  the  man  in  front  of  her  ,  though  she  does  note  that  he  doesn't  attack  outright  ,  a  positive  if  she  thought  about  it  enough . ❛  i  suppose  i'll  take  the  compliment if that is what you were going for . ❜

[dimitresca]

still haven't found a husband huh. have you tried not being a huge bitch for starters

have you?

[n1ghtwarden]

why are you purple

why the fuck are you a horse girl at the ripe old age of 83

[ofpriestess]

❛ people pay you less attention to you when you don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake. ❜ -- @blitzkriegers

if it hadn't been for the plan brewing under the surface, of everything that she has worked so hard to put together, everyone would have already been dead under her wake. no, it wasn't wise. it wasn't wise to destroy the very beings that have put all the pieces of the puzzle into place, let alone to prove a point in stature. & she looks upon her claimed own -- the odd four that survived experimentation, that became powerful, while still being FAILURES of a vessel. SOON, BELOVED EVA. SOON YOU WILL BE HOME !

these visits were often, expected, with a tendency to take in what the lords have been accomplishing in the privacy of their designated destinations. leering. learning. FITTING EVEN MORE PIECES TO THE PUZZLE. VALUED in statement of claimed son, miranda's found herself still. like a tornado, the quiet before the destruction, the silence before the danger. you don't know if she will strike & that was possibly the one thing that made her an unpredictable danger.

she hums at that. brief. thoughtful. HUMORING. she returns to walking -- finding herself drifting to some of his work, a single finger that brushes against the scraps of metal, assuming they were still to be used. & she's swift to turn, facing heisenberg, smile placing on her face. practiced. A FACADE TO THE TERRORS SHE COULD COMMIT.

❛ duly noted, ❜ the way she says it is uncertain -- somewhere between seriousness & tease, & it's hard to tell which she truly means. ❛ the village is still loyal. attention or not, LOYALTY is a valuable thing, ❜ a pause, ❛ they give loyalty, they are given help. they pray to a god for what they need, & they receive. it isn't about attention, no,  ❜ wings flutter, shifting against her in the cloaked form she enjoyed. everything was planned, after all.

❛ humor me. what have you of your latest work? do you have any news to give?  ❜

[alphateamsfinest]

so, how come when you kill a bunch of people under the control of some blonde megalomaniac it's fine and you're a hero but when i do it it's oh he's evil! women can get away with anything, huh?

While his words don't shock her, they do sting momentarily. She's not sure what part of it she dislikes more, the implication that she is lesser, that her crimes have just magically been forgiven, or the sprinkle of misogyny.

Jill knows he's expecting some reaction, probably because she's a woman expecting something over the top. But instead, there's the slow blink, the momentary silence asking him if he's done with his petty temper tantrum for the moment.

All of her adult life was given to being some hero, someone who tried to do right, a mantle thrust onto them that was ill-fitting but she did her damnedest to fill those shoes. But most of those things were wiped out by those three years of hell, those three years of being powerless, of fighting tooth and nail for any ounce of control over her own body, her own mind.

"Ever think it's because you were shitty before all of your killings? That you have no grace to fall back on? I'd bet on it being a combination of your attitude and your appearance that's selling most of the 'he's evil' for you."

[moldsaved]

---   the   iron   steed   (  @blitzkriegers )   “ oh!   my   word,   look   at   you!   little   rosemary,   all   grown   up.   „ (   unprompted   ,   accepting   )

winter   eyes   ,   a   nest   of   straw   atop her head ,   a   stone   jacket   with   muddy   teardrops   ---   scars   from   another   life   .   head   thumps   ---   memories  strangling   her   brain   ;   an   explosion   ---   a   fall   ,   a   fracture   ;   a   deal   .      “      ...     „ rosemary recalls   the   story   that   her   mother   have   woven   so   many   times   ---   a   tapestry   of   magic   and monsters .

 “ the iron steed... „

the   steed   was   imposing   ---   a   hulking   beast     ,   one   which   there   stories   had   not   quite   prepared   her   for   ---   no   matter   how   often   she   read   the   familiar   thick   pages   over   and   over   and   over   again   ---   the   reality   was   jarring   ---   what   was   reality   ?   her   boots   have   tred   in   her   father's   footsteps   ---   atop   hills   ,   snow   peaks   ,   bridges   and   through   rivers   ---   suffering   from   drought   ,   with   viscera   clinging   to   fragile   reeds   .   this   place   was   a   reminder   of   what   happened   once   the   story   was   over   ---   the   world   ceased   to   be   ,   rotted   and   disused   ,  forgotten   by   all   but   rosemary   .   she   was   not   convinced   by   her   father's   death   ---   a   noble   sacrifice   such   as   his   was   surely   the   catalyst   for   his   ascension   into   a   higher   purpose   ---   a   guardian   at   the   gates   of   hell   ,   and   this   village   was   certainly   a   site   of   damnation   .   she   craves   answers   ---   one   which   only   a   lord   of   shadow   can   give   .   he   knows   ,   he   knows   ---   he   knows   ! he   sees   her   ---   grown   up   ,   as   he   puts   it   .   he   has   answers   .   

 “ where   is   ethan   winters? „

lip   curls   into   a   determined   pout   ---   expression   steady   ,   voice   gravelly   .   the   seed   of   a   man   who   did   not   give   up   ---   never   ,   ever   .

[unprocione]

💜 + blitzkriegers gossip over my #1 bitch on the dash pls, he deserves it c:

Oh, he absolutely does. Ty deserves it 100%. I'm delighted that I messaged & met him in the first place, every time I hear from him, and that's not like, being overboard with it at all, it is a genuine feeling that I get everytime I see the notification on my phone that Ty's messaged me, or has posted on tumblr, then I open the notification, and 60% of the time it's Karl's dick, but that's just an added benefit, metal husband cock roulette.

I think Ty is one of the most down-to-earth people i've met on tumblr besides yourself, CJ! It's very refreshing to write with someone who's entire mindset about roleplay is so purely for the enjoyment of writing instead of playing the numbers & popularity game, or perfectionism that ultimately suffocates the joy of writing. He's had an extremely good influence on me and my own mindset just generally in the way I go about enjoying things not only on tumblr but everywhere now, the way I look at the details in games I play, movies I watch, any content I consume, it's like somebody reached in and individually pulled back a layer and said, hey, experience this for the first time all over again, as a little treat.

Ty also runs an extremely underrated blog for Karl, without a doubt, crown spot, my favorite blog i've followed since I started roleplaying on tumblr in 2018. He doesn't get enough attention for a fourth of the work that he puts into his blog, and it's really not fair at all, I genuinely wish that anyone who's reading this goes and drops a follow and reads his headcanons and looks at the material he's put together because it's so incredibly well put together and, you know the saying, love in every stitch, it absolutely shows on his blog.