#doomcomes

[arrepentirse]

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Send ‘🖌’ for me to draw our muses together. | @doomcomes

There is some analogy about how the old guy from a place called "Valley of the Wolves" can teach the young survival wildling how to deal with grief, guilt and the neverending need to prove oneself worthy. :]

Oh and the whole "Jackie and Luis as better halves" stuffed in there too.

[leonkennedy9642]

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BEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

You're an amazing person, Kuroki. I'm so grateful we crashed into each other's orbits... I have a feeling that I first shyly followed when I witnessed you writing around Clair Obscur, and then I saw something of your Romeo and I followed like a fly on the wall. Kicking myself now that I simply didn't just. Launch at you like "hi, adopt me".

Not only are you an amazing positive force and so damn supportive, you're willing to take a chance on people. Like when I was shaky getting the hang of Leon's voice and I promised to give Yellowjackets a gander, and I was waiting another weekend to roleplay in Requiem timeline, but hey first want to try out THIS OTHER STUFF PERHAPS??? And you DID. And it's AMAZING. Thankyou so much for being creative with me and just trying stuff out. Because now here we are with Leon tossed so far into the scary wilderness too. Of course I have a MASSIVE SOFT SPOT for your Shauna but I also know that I am in safe hands with you. That I could throw my characters at literally any one of yours and find my footing really quickly because you have a gift with being so welcoming and encouraging and you explain things so well to my smooth brain AND THE WAY THAT YOU WRITE IS AN ENTIRE FEAST TOO even when there isn't an action packed scene you are able to transform it into highly charged emotions and I eat that up.

I cannot possibly praise you enough. Thankyou so, so much for being the brave one and approaching me. 💕🥹

[melabreu]

small town life wasn't something she ever wanted to return to. not when they were leaving behind endless sunshine, palm trees, and weekend surf sessions. so, the move had been met with reluctance... and not just from mel. sofia also hated the idea of leaving behind her home — she really was growing into a typical moody pre-teen.

another reason mel wasn't exactly thrilled to be back in her home town, was because so much of that place reminded her of her sister. her smart, soccer - loving sister, who died in a plane crash—that was the official story anyway. although the older she got, and the more the rumor - mill churned, the more she questioned what really happened to her out there.

❛ shauna... sadecki ? ❜ mel greeted with a questionable tone, as she slid into the booth opposite her sister's old teammate. she wasn't sure shauna would ever remember her, mel was still a child when they returned back to civilization—sans her sister. but she should recognize the last name, hopefully. ❛ i'm detective abreu. ❜

@doomcomes

[bettingonhouse]

@doomcomes asked 😵‍💫 to find my muse alone in the aftermath of a fight

It was supposed to be a fun party, but when Robert didn’t come back from the bathroom. Well something was wrong. He’d been missing now for about an hour. The some of the Yellowjackets figured maybe he left. Robert wasn’t always big on parties, and liked his alone time. But, some of the girls got worried. Especially since the boys team was there and they seemed…Too cocky.

Robert was laying pretty badly injured in the bathtub upstairs. He wasn’t unconscious anymore, but he was just not wanting to fucking move. His body ached and he could feel the blood pouring from his face and heard it slowly go down the drain. He was gonna quit the team anyways, but this sucked.

When the bathroom door opened Robert was hidden behind the shower curtain, but there was a bit of a trail of blood on the wall from him trying to grab it. Leading toward the tub. He hears the curtain part open quickly and there he lay. In the bottom of the empty bloody tub.

His eye squints open and looks up unamused, ready for whatever was coming next. But when he saw Shauna, the light behind her acted like a bit of a halo, but, with the way his concussion was, the halo was slowly reaching outward, spreading into antlers. He didnt think anything of it. But he lets out a sleep deep exhausted breath.

“Shipman…My…Hero..” Robert gives a bloody toothy grin, before coughing up some blood from his mouth that tried to choke him a bit.

“I was beginning to think, this tub was my tomb.” He winces as he tries to sit up but the faucet was in his way and he looks to her with a soft pleading gaze.

“Pl-please help me up?”

[holyguardian]

Me when anon can't find what to complain about because your blog is awesome, so they throw the weakest complaint known to man:

Get in Shauna, we're taking Aerith to crash the plane.

[ashcrft]

you  need  to  back  off.  now. @doomcomes

there was a trembling in her hands that almost felt like a betrayal -- her spine had been so straight, her heart rate under careful self regulating. grace had been doing, in her opinion, a splendid job of keeping it together... until shauna spoke. and there was something in her tone, so confident and commanding and CERTAIN that grace felt smaller beneath her gaze. hands clenched into fists to hide the shaking, nails digging small, half moon shapes into her palms.

"y-you'll have to make me." god, how stupid was she? what kind of survival skills did she possess -- or LACK? chin up, shoulders squared as her bright green eyes washed over the other's face. was shauna really this sure of herself...? or was it just a mask? grace knew she would find out soon enough.

"i'm not moving."

[leonkennedy9642]

@doomcomes

Leon cannot believe his eyes. He's on his way to the scene of the fifth body, got stuck in traffic. There's a report about a missing police officer and he's almost there to check it out. The person of interest is standing right there on the street. He has someone hauled over his shoulder.

It's fucking bizarre. He thought he has lived long enough to see it all but this guy is audacious. There's no secrecy or shadows he's just walking out in the open. Worse than that. This former T-virus researcher is shooting something at innocent pedestrians.

It takes seconds for an outbreak to spark.

Leon steadily move against the tide of people rushing away from the chaos. It's urgent. He needs to hurry. Yet he slows to shoot down the recently infected — better to save as many people as he can, but this feels different.

It's a different virus. Some variant. These people manage to hold onto a small piece of themselves and it's a new form of torture having to gun them down. What if they could have been saved? It's difficult to reconcile with the fact that an innocent can be turned into a target in mere seconds.

He can't grapple with his own conscience. Not now. He pushes forward, gun steady. That's when he spots her. Someone running into a new hoard of infected. Everyone else is running away. "Hey! HEY!" He practically roars, to no effect.

Leon unholsters requiem and makes quick work of the mob ahead. He moves a little faster. More aggressive. His hatchet is out. He carves a quicker path forward. "You trying to get yourself killed?!"

[leonkennedy9642]

🚩 🚩 🚩 (three... as a treat!)

Unpopular rpc opinions and hot takes.

🚩 Aesthetics.

How someone's blog looks. Their mobile header. Their dash icon. Their pinned post (a new obsession). Their post type headers. Their post dividers and blocked icons. How they format their posts. How their Google Docs or Caard looks. ALL OF IT IS A BONUS. None of it is a requirement. Don't get me wrong, I participate in it too because I feel all nice and dressed up. However that isn't what makes a roleplay blog a roleplay blog. You can have the cuntiest aesthetics but the important part is the roleplaying. No one should feel pressured to keep up with what 'a lot of others are doing'. Roleplaying with zero formatting and no icons from your bare ass default theme doesn't make you any less of a roleplayer (besides I'm not sure many people even look at your blog pages anymore aside from maybe a rule check if you're lucky). Your writing does not suffer just because you don't have post headers or a divider or icons. Though I did include one thing here that I'll quietly backtrack from — at minimum your blog/dashboard icon should be changed to something other than the default or we'll think you're a bot haha.

🚩 Older titles and spinoffs.

They will be seen by less people. It's a given. I used to roleplay Genesis Rhapsodos before Crisis Core was Remastered, so I have first hand experience of that feeling of "who the fuck is that". I fully expected it because his was a character that wasn't from the big main number title that the majority of people in the fandom had played. Actually, there was a long time where a lot of people knew my Aerith Gainsborough as the praying dead girl from the Advent Children movie or the other one in pink in Kingdom Hearts II, rather than her actual game because it's from 1997 and older than some of the birth years on this site haha. I had a lot of understanding myself, so me being brand new to the Resident Evil RPC I'm actively looking for similar understanding. My experience is being familiar with the modern Remakes and the newer games which is treated as not doing enough homework for some older fans of the series, so when I meet others with very strong opinions on that I'm more inclined to block. I love the Final Fantasy series and I haven't played every single title in that, I'm going to treat the Resident Evil series similarly and follow my interest which so far strikes off many of the originals and spinoffs.

🚩 Just write.

I'm running out of things to have hot takes about, so let me throw in the cheapest one. Struggling to find motivation? Have too many drafts? You're overwhelmed? Feeling [like you don't write well/have a fear of missing out/tired from your job]? Honestly, just write. There isn't a magic cure-all. I have found that simply sitting down without any distractions (CLOSE THAT DAMN YOUTUBE WINDOW!) and writing my little heart out even for 10 minutes makes me feel better than sitting around wishing I could write. You literally don't have to type out an entire reply. You can keep that little effort drafted and swing back to it, I know I have done that a-plenty and then come back the next day like "what was yesterday-me even thinking" and then I have been motivated by a pure type of spite and smashed out the whole thing. Just. Write.