welcome to raccoon city.

independent & private multimuse featuring characters from RESIDENT EVIL. written by august. follows back from ecrevaine.

[tv1rus]

TV1RUS. an independent & private multimuse featuring characters from RESIDENT EVIL. written by august. follows back from @ecrevaine.

[tv1rus]

good morning hi i hope you’re all having a good day!! i have to go throttle a pharmacy and hope i don’t have to pay almost 400 bucks for my meds today so please pray for me

[tv1rus]

also this is something so important to me regarding grace: your muse is absolutely valid to have parental feelings towards her. but unless you’re alyssa or an adult who knew her when she was a child, she will not react favorably to it and might even bristle. my interpretation of grace is someone who doesn’t want parents — she had a mother. she loved her mother. and now she is an adult with a whole kid now post requiem and doesn’t need or want that particular hole in her heart filled. familial feelings? hell yeah. for sure. but she isn’t looking for anyone to fill a parental role and if someone tries to push that on her, she will very much resist

[tv1rus]

i think a lot about how i think grace loves a cozy sim game and rpgs but i truly do think she loves playing horror games because it puts her in control of the horror and the terrors and gives her a way through them. i once did a whole paper on horror movies and how there have been studies regarding people with anxiety / ptsd often finding comfort in them and favoring the genre (not all people ofc!!!) and i think horror games absolutely so this for grace. not movies though. because she feels like a bystander with films rather than a moving part with games ok love you all bye

[tv1rus]

@hollowagent liked for a starter! (surprise u get marvin too)

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"hey -- rookie!"

whilst other higher ups might have said such a nickname in a condescending or patronizing tone, marvin really had nothing but fondness for the fresh face that's graced their... odd, old art museum and now current police station. it was getting stale around here, except for all of the weird shit going on lately. maybe someone new coming in would get everything on the right track.

"you got a sec?" sitting at his desk, he closed the folder of paperwork that he had been ever so reluctantly working on. he motioned the younger man over, gesturing toward a nearby chair. "don't worry, you're not in trouble or anything. just wanted to check in."

[tv1rus]

REALIZE: our muses are in an abandoned amusement park but discover a crime scene. / from kristen to grace @ofvoidx

she was going to quit the fbi.

THIS was the final straw -- and that was saying something. even though she had some shit under her belt, even though she no longer shook with fear and tried to use a gun five sizes too big for her... this was just too much.

grace liked to think that she's grown since her, how shall we say... "exposure therapy to the horrors of the world and her past" back at wrenwood. but nothing could prepare her for THIS. she didn't like amusement parks on a good day -- too big, too crowded, overstimulating. she got motion sick pretty easily, so rides were out of the question. oddly enough, as she quietly stepped over shards of broken glass and old, deserted informational pamphlets, she thought that maybe she should take emily to one. a REAL one. someday... they could start with a little carnival.

probably not the best time to lose herself in her thoughts. she had a JOB to do. investigate the amusement park here the fbi had gotten MULTIPLE hits in regards to an unsolved case. disappearances, rumored bioterrorism? why was GRACE the go-to person for this shit now?

it was that thought that was floating through her mind as she turned a corner. POORLY, by the way. not checking before moving, not stopping to listen. amateur hour kinda stuff. and she almost collided with something solid. a person. why was a person there? grace wanted to scream with fright, eyes widening with shock before she scrambled to raise her gun like she was taught to.

"h-hey! don't -- don't move!" smooth, ashcroft. ever the professional. this stranger looked as though they could flick grace into the moon with minimal effort. eyes darted around the other and... was that blood? a... a body? eyes grew even larger if that were possible, a deer caught in a knife fight. "fbi. p-put your hands up!"

[ohisms]

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

[tv1rus]

god bless the medical professionals that work with the bsaa, terrasave, and the dso

[tv1rus]

i have the urge to create marvin’s whole family tree now

[tv1rus]

martin is definitely a guy that has at least two sisters. he just gives sister energy. to ME

[tv1rus]

i have the urge to create marvin’s whole family tree now

[houndw0lf]

he stared at her, brown eyes full of a longing that he hadn't allowed himself to dwell on in a long time. she was too beautiful for him—so much smaller than him, so much younger than him—but she made him feel like he was twenty-five again. like the world hadn't gone to shit (the world had always been shit, even if he hadn't known it) and he could just allow himself happiness. with grace and rose and emily—a slice of the life he'd always wanted for himself but had given up on that night at the mansion.

"you have me." he brought his lips to hers again and kissed her with everything he had—all the longing he'd kept shoved down every time they saw each other, his hands moving up her sides and exploring in a way he'd wanted to do more and more every time they trained together. any thoughts of what was wrong or inappropriate seemed to disappear in that moment, at least for that moment, and chris allowed himself to just exist with the woman who made him desire something other than work for the first time in years. with grace.

there was so much they needed to do, so much they needed to talk about. but for the time being chris held her close, hands teasing at the hem of her shirt before he touched her properly—her skin so soft against his rough hands that he couldn't help but shudder at the thought of how different the two of them were. she was soft and small, and even though he knew she was tough and could more than take care of herself, it didn't lessen his desire to treat her gently. like he might break her if he wasn't careful.

his throat grew dry as he tugged at the hem of her shirt—a final, silent question. were they going to cross that line? the one they would never be able to uncross, no matter how things turned out? chris wanted to. badly. but given everything else, he had to be sure—that this was what she wanted, that she knew the risks, that she wanted him in all the ways he wanted her. "i want to see you," he said. "i want to touch you."

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it sort of felt like time around them had fully stopped to allow them this moment of respite, like they had all of the time in the world to simply exist. she's never had that happen in a way that was GOOD. time stopped at the wrenwood hotel when her mother's blood sprayed across her face. time froze when she opened her eyes to be upside down, blood being drained from her body. and now, for the first time, time froze in a way that for once made her EXCITED. she couldn't help but to touch him -- fingers along the stubble that lined his jaw, down his neck, up again into this hair for nails to rake ever so gently along his scalp. she's never wanted to TOUCH before.

grace didn't fully realize that she had stopped breathing until chris spoke, a breath leaving her that was equal parts relief and a quiet joy. she had him. for once in her sorry life, she HAD someone like this. she never thought she'd live to see the day. kissing him back was as simple as breathing, even if she was just a tad enthusiastic in how she surged forward and teeth clacked lightly against his own. she felt SELFISH, felt wanting -- felt impatient and needy and the only words moving through her broken, muddled brain were, 'mine. mine. mine.'

arms around his neck, the woman clinging to him like a lifeline before she had absolutely no choice but to finally pull back just enough so that she could catch her breath. eyes completely blown out, only a sliver of grey around her enlarged pupils. and she let herself watch him for just a moment. he shuddered and she felt it and grace felt POWERFUL. she made him do that. she was the one who was making him feel like this. it almost made grace feel a little drunk with all of the emotions and feelings flooding her system.

there was the final, unspoken question. and there needed to be an answer -- not that grace could even imagine a world in which she denied him. all she could do was nod dumbly, eyes trained on his lips as she fought every urge to kiss him again. but then he was speaking, and grace wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted. what SHE wanted. what she's been thinking about every single day for... maybe a bit too long. but any bravado she had left her body as hands almost shyly reached for the bottom of her shirt. you can do this, grace. and it wasn't because she didn't want to, oh GOD no. it was just that...

"i, uhm..." jesus. what was he going to think? he wouldn't make fun of her or anything, grace knew that down to her bones. but there was an anxiety about how he might react. "i-i haven't, uhm, done this. before."

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@harperhydra continued from [x].

teeth found their way into her bottom lip harshly, arms crossed across her chest and deb was doing her very best not to tap her foot nervously on the floor. her eyes were glued to helena's weapons, the ease with which she touches and moves them. she KNEW that helena could take care of herself -- it was a proven fact like 'water is wet' and 'gravity exists'. she always was the stronger of the two... deb just wished sometimes that her sister didn't HAVE to be.

"saying you'll get hurt for other people doesn't make me feel BETTER about it." and it was a little petulant, a tad childish. but this was her SISTER. this was the only other person she had in the world. besides her boyfriend, that is. it was kind of him to remind her that he was always going to be there for her... made deb feel just a little less alone.

"like -- are you going to be able to call me? check in? or are you just... disappearing for god knows how long?" she was being a brat, being argumentative on purpose. but it was only because of her FEAR. and sometimes, it was easier to try and fight with her sister rather than actually try to be vulnerable. "i mean... whatever, i guess. i need to focus on finals anyway." as if. the last time deb studied, it was for a tenth grade english test.

[tv1rus]

guys i've written so much today are u proud

[metmydeadline]

"Yeah, Branagh, it's 2 AM and somebody picked me up for looking better than their wife. Baby, get me outta this joint."

Alyssa Ashcroft was in here this year a grand total of twice this year of our lord, 1991. Both times for nothing. She wasn't drunk (didn't drink in public), wasn't high (was too anal about her health and figure to bother), and her only crime was wearing a pretty crimson paisly halter bra tap and a pair of leather shorts. One day they'd spring her for hooking, but today wasn't that day.

And the rest of the PD wasn't bright enough to catch her with a Jane or John. No, she'd only ever be held on suspicion.

"These assholes cut into my writing time and I gotta get to RNN in four hours, what the hell?!"

But the steam left her the minute the door was open. She combed some of her longer bangs out of her faded red lipstick and trotted out, her heels clicking against the stone floor. The folks around her who were actually being held for public nuisance crimes whistled, said "bye", or asked her to come back and talk some more.

"Thanks, Marv. I'd call us even now with that dinner. Yeah, get me a dogshit coffee. Guess I'm not headed home to sleep. Lucky I keep my suit at the station! You know what the weather's gonna be like? On time and running on no sleep!"

Alyssa threw an arm around his shoulder and gave him a quick side-squeeze.

"Nah. I'm only allergic to bullshit. Thanks to your missus for keeping me fed, I'll take a little. You look like you haven't seen sleep in ages, my man."

[tv1rus]

the reasoning alyssa was giving for her arrest was half amusing and half ABSOLUTELY irritating. the precinct had better things to do than pull people over for nothing. and if they didn't, well, that was a good thing... he supposed. but that wasn't reality and marvin was getting more annoyed by the second about all of the wasted time, effort, and work that was going towards bullshit arrests.

"four hours? guess we'll have to brew another pot." a sigh as he locked the door once she exited, doing his best to ignore the shouts and jeers. you'd think that it would all just be white noise to him by now.

"were you roaming around trying to catch a story? anything good?" hopefully not. big stories often meant big TROUBLE... and marvin had already had enough of that to last a lifetime. raccoon fucking city. did the bullshit never end here? he was brought right back into reality the moment he felt the other's touch, his eyes rolling and he ALMOST had the urge to ruffle her hair like he would with his own younger sister. alyssa reminded him a lot of her, made him feel sort of fond. maybe it was one of the reasons why he was so LENIENT with her.

"cake's in the fridge, coffee still hot. need a shower or anything? there was a call about a suspected b&e downtown, so you got the place to yourself." and marvin in that moment considered himself LUCKY. he had better things to do than answer the bullshit calls of umbrella in the middle of the night when he was HOPEFULLY going to be out the door in a few hours. ever since they took that funding, they've all been at umbrella's beck and fucking call. her comment, though, caused a grimace.

"five hours in... two days? two and a half? short staffed, two of our guys decided to take vacation at the same time and another one's on maternity leave. y'know jean? his wife gave birth about five days ago -- twins." gossiping like it wasn't the middle of the night and he was breaking about 15 protocols by letting someone out of a cell. unceremoniously, he pulled the pages off of the clipboard and squished them all into a ball, tossing it in the nearest trash can.

"i didn't feel like filling that out anyway."

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“we can’t stay here.” ( ingrid. ) @opherative

"i'm well aware, thank you." if her tone was clipped. it wasn't ada's fault -- ingrid was not 'field material'. never has been and (probably) never will be. she didn't like being in the dark, not being able to map out all of the available routes. she didn't like the smell of blood, dirt, and whatever else these infected seemed to be full of. and above all else, she hated the kickback of a gun bigger than a .10mm pistol. it was safe to say she was PRETTY miserable right now.

"comms are down, i can't get in touch with hq." all she heard was static in her ear, annoying enough that her fingers twitched with the urge to rip the radio right out. "i guess... i'll have to defer to you, ada." she knew the name, knew of the woman. leon mentioned her BARELY, but it was because of the fact that it was so rare that hunnigan was so curious. "do you know how to get out of here?"

[naomiswilliams]

abigail grainer's cutest smiles in the movie

[tv1rus]

the window booth of a greasy diner, blurred city lights reflected in the glass. / from claire to grace @ofvoidx

hot cocoa. she had ordered HOT COCOA. and felt like an idiot about it, felt like taking it back and trying to order a black coffee as if that would show the poor waitress that she was a very serious adult who drank very serious drinks. but it had been a hell of a night and she wanted something soothing and comforting, something that tasted like the memory of her mother and cold, rainy evenings in her apartment. y'know, the complete opposite of what reality has been lately.

"sherry, uhm... she told me that you would be a good person to talk to." after everything, grace not only found herself having friends for the very first time in her sorry life, but ones in incredibly high placed. DSO, BSAA -- now... terrasave? how could grace possibly keep up? bitten fingernails scratched against the cheap ceramic of the mug before she sighed. jesus, she must have looked even more tired than she felt. "e-emily is still in the hospital, but..." the responsibility she felt already weighed a ton upon her shoulders, causing her heart to sometimes clench with FEAR regarding the small girl.

"w-when you... uhm, when you found sherry..." why was it so HARD to ask for help? "how... how did you do it? it just -- s-sometimes it feels like so MUCH..." difficult enough to survive what they did, but adding a kid into the mix? woof. "sorry -- i'm sorry. w-what i mean, i guess, is... did you ever wonder if... you could do it? BE there for sherry l-like that?"