#cerisetheai

[uncovereliminate]

Small reminder that  (even though I’m not coming back to the Tumblr RPC)  that doesn’t mean that I don’t still think of and care about y’all.  Hope every single one of you is doing alright!

(Shout out to the people who’ve been sticking around despite me leaving.)

@cerisetheai  //  @svperposition  //  @realprojectalice  //  @atonings / @rexerrat / @sterrenlied  //  @timerotted  //  @irishparasite

in particular!

[sayatakagi]

closed starter - @cerisetheai​ 

Somewhere at Raccoon Mall since there are no other safer places at the city streets, Saya was just surviving on her own for safety against zombies and others spreading all over the city. Asides from being a genius, she’s also a good samaritan like normal people hence she calls her around to get inside due to increasing numbers of undead.

Where she was? At the back exit, obviously.

“OVER HERE! HURRY!” She gestures herself to the other to get inside immediately so she can lock the door. Luckily, its steel that means the undead won’t be breaking in easily.

[wskcr]

❝ You know, my dear, I feel bad for you. Your partner is useless. She can’t use a gun. If you’re ever in trouble and she has to use a gun to save you... you would die. It makes me a little sympathetic. Not much though. ❞

[kxruyucua]

【 ♛ 】 || twinny! t w i n n y !! i love you, and i wish you the best birthday ever! we’ve known each other for 75658 yet you never cease to amaze and surprise me with how strong and kind you are?? you’re a pure soul! i’m at loss of words here, but you must already know how much you mean to me! you’re truly one of my few best friends and i’d literally die for you! p.s. i know this’s not the best gift lmao bcuz i’m never good at photoshop, and i also know these are not the best pics for claire so here’s the psd to do with it whatever you want <3 || psd

[starcrcwns]

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   “ -- ma’am? Is that you? ” The gentle voice comes from Elizabeth, curious eyes examining the picture on the wall behind the tavern’s counter. Booker stood behind her , obviously not wanting to move far from her side, but her focus is elsewhere. It’s so strange to be out of that tower -- to see the things that she’s been missing all her life -- and seeing stuff like this ... it felt nice. Strange, new, exciting.

Even if it was just a photo, the excitement was still there. A genuine smile is thrown to the other girl.

“ It’s such a nice photo. ”

[bleedsloyal]

@cerisetheai / c.

stupid. useless, goddamn useless, what’s wrong with you?  the curse exhaled is only in part pain, part restless frustration that she should dismiss him so flippantly. 

suddenly the agony was there, blooming white hot and bone deep the moment her hands pressed the fistful of cloth more staunchly into his thigh, and for a brief second it was the only thing his mind registered. then it was back again, in a dizzying clarity, the reality; how her hands were hopelessly stained in blood that was not hers, how youthful she looked with her dirt-smudged face screwed up in worry.

christ, he never had asked her age. she didn’t look a day over eighteen.  it wasn’t fair. he ought to be protecting her in this mess, he ought to be in control, not ... not-

what's gotten in to you? 

he didn’t have an answer.

“ claire, just-- just let me. ” though his voice was brittle in an echo of residual pain, his hands did not reflect it as they sought to push hers away. “ i can handle it. ” and he would try to, despite the white spots hovering like ghosts in his vision, he was at least not that helpless. it was deep, but not with enough blood to have broken an artery - he’d consider it something non life-threatening were simple cuts not the difference between life and death in this place. 

“ i wasn’t - i didn’t think, i’m sorry. look - you need to keep going, okay? find your brother, get the hell out of here. ”

[counterror]

        “ well, if you’re gonna do shady shit this is certainly the right fuckin’ space for it. ”   his gaze peruses their surroundings, analyzing high shelves stacked with bulky boxes and the dingy lighting overlooking it all.    the scent of death is faint,  ever-present on his journey which is why his stomach doesn’t shift.   his mask reduces it to a degree, but it’s there  -  like a rat that has crawled behind something in your garage and perished,  leaving its rotting corpse for straying bugs to savour.   his tongue flicks out, wetting his lips.  

in the distance, he spots a shadow.   the culprit appears to be a dog, its features mangled and bloodied  -  with the assistance of someone’s bullets.   leaving his newly acquired company’s side, ghost approaches the body and kneels beside it.   he’d encountered others during his time in raccoon city.   his index finger hovers over one of the gunshot wounds.   “ we’re not alone down ‘ere. ”    /  @cerisetheai​  /  plotted starter.

[picorihero]

:: starter for @cerisetheai​ ::

      Cold fog wafted over the Royal Valley. The woodland wildlife sung their discordant howls and crowing now that the rain had died down for the time being. The ground still damp, muddied the young adventurer’s boots and clothing. The sage on his shoulder scoffed and shuddered, attempting to fill the air with something to distract him from the eerie atmosphere.

      “I still don’t understand how you could feel at home here, Link, you really are a strange child,” Ezlo muttered.

      Link hummed, doing his best not to shrug back and rock the little minish off his perch. He considered it a special occasion, bringing his good friend to meet his parents for the first time. A meeting in a graveyard of all places, Ezlo already deduced these were permanent residents. He watched Link sadly from the corner of his eye while pity pulled at his heart. Yet the boy himself was in a particularly jolly mood, almost oblivious to the whole situation. They came upon a humble headstone in the part of the valley designated to the great service of knights and guards of the royal family. Link grandiosely gestured to it with a proud “Ta-da!” making Ezlo squint at the inscription.

      “... Robin,” he read, keeping the part where he ‘perished in the line of duty’ to himself. “Your father was a knight, hm? Now I see where you get it from.”

      Link set his hands on his hips beaming with laughter. Finally the sage started to warm up and thought it endearing of the boy. He took a breath to ask more about ‘Sir Robin’ before a sound caught his attention and he cast a sharp glance in its direction ahead. The moment of peace died too as Ezlo panicked, “There’s someone else here! Hide--!”

      The boy looked at him from the corner of his eye with doubt. Ezlo smacked the blunt side of his cane to his cheek and amended, “Fine, I’ll hide. You do-- whatever it is you do.”

      With that, the sage vanished with a simple Minish trick that allowed his kind to stay out of the sight of people for ages. Link, however, a mere boy approached his father’s tombstone and peeked carefully over it at the next row of graves. 

      While true, someone else was there, it was merely a young woman. Hardly anyone to hide from. Though her back turned to him, Link’s brave and sociable nature drove him to call out a quick and quiet chirp at her, “Hoy!”