* — 𝙕 - 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 !

*  written by river.

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hi hello i’m probably gonna drop most of my threads here ( but maybe keep hc asks to answer later ) so consider this post a little plotting call!

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hi hello i'm probably gonna drop most of my threads here ( but maybe keep hc asks to answer later ) so consider this post a little plotting call!

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Resident Evil – Code: Veronica - A Moment of Relief

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*  @znahypr :     beat, for the nonverbal meme :3   beat :   dance with them.

   ❝   did doc teach you that one ?     i can recognize that move from a mile away .   ❞     laughter saturates the atmosphere around them ,   a lonesome sound save for the stable tune painting their steps ,   consistent echo in an otherwise dingy structure .     opportunity knocks at their doorstep ,   working radio in tow ,   unchanged by the greedy hands of the apocalypse   —   and they ,   being them ,   take this fleeting instance of downtime and spend it through means of fun ,   entertainment :   dancing .     she's never prided herself on this kind of expertise   —   not since everything went the way it did .     give her that familiar chill of aluminum and she'll prove her skill any day ;   give her a taste of that exhilarating music and she's totally and utterly disoriented .

   but that doesn't necessarily indicate aversion .     far from that ,   actually .     as she brings herself to complete an impromptu twirl of the body ,   z - whacker in hand as a way of maintaining a particular balance ,   she stops herself for a moment .     watches in amusement ,   an ensuing move of his forcing     (   seriously ,   where did he even learn those moves !?   )     a slight gape out of her .     huh .     she smiles ,   teeth on display ,   swallowing back her chuckles .

   ❝   i don't know if i should be impressed or terrified .     just     ...     wow .     not bad .     not bad at all .   ❞

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*  @mrcybite :     “you have to trust me on this, okay?” ( from cassandra also )

   ❝   okay     ...     okay .   ❞     days have gone by   —   have swept through their temporary refuge found through threadbare seats and grimy windows ,   fingerprints old and new at a scatter   —   since their reunion ,   a reunion abundant with that persistent feeling of surreality .     there's moments like these ,   a pause to that everyday tumult ,   that keeps her on her toes .     always questioning the veracity of these circumstances ,   always wondering if she's stuck in some kind of dream .     cassandra's presence mitigates that possibility posthaste.

   how long's it been that she could feel like this ,   to feel so at home in another's company ?     it'd be a lie if she claimed it to be long ago ;   no ,   not when she's had the others at her side   —   lucy ,   doc ,   10k ,   warren     ...     but with cassandra ,   it's different .     a strange ,   bizarre little thing that for a moment more ,   she'd think the sensation to be a mere phantasm of the mind .     she finds herself sitting up .     the back of her head meets cushion .     her hands ,   once the focal of her vision ,   settle at her jeans ,   still and statue - like .     she forces herself to take a deep breath .     one ,   then two ,   then three .     ❝   i trust you .   ❞     her eyepatch rests soundly over an aged disfigurement ,   long since healed over ,   red with reminder .     she won't impede on her curiosity .

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*  𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃‌ :

𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔  𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚  𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐  𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏.  game  now  of   various  meanings,  depending  on  who  might  be  asked  —  or  so  it  seemed,  as  she'd  been  forced  to  find  out.  past  experiences  surely  changed  the  word's  meaning  for  grace,  she'd  now  regard  it  with  distrust;  alike  admiring  flowers  but  expecting  a  snake  hiding  under  the  leaves.  yet  with  the  other  did  it  come  naturally ;  the  group,  it  seemed,  carried  with  them  a  deck  of  cards,  and  for  a  moment  she  had  tensed  ‘pon  seeing  it  —  until  its  absolute  mundane  nature  had  been  revealed,  much  to  her  relief.

it's  a  waiting  game  of  poker,  a  matter  of  passing  time  on  their  way  to  —  well,  she  isn't  quite  sure  where,  having  joined  the  group  recently …  then  again  except  for  their  leader,  they  all  seemed  pretty  clueless  as  to  what  the  plan  was.  she  huffs  as  the  cards  hit  the  small  expanse  of  car  seat  in  between  the  two  of  them,  a  shrug  shaking  at  her  shoulders.  she  used  to  be  so  great  at  poker.   “fuck  no,  that's  not  my  style  at  all,  trust  me.”   she  grabs  the  cards,  ready  to  deal  them  a  new  hand  once  more.   “let's  try  that  again,  shall  we?  i  swear  to  god  i  used  to  be  so  fucking  good  at  poker.  must  be  rusty  or  some  shit.”

   one could call it a staple ,   really ,   a way to the pass the time spent solely on driving and more driving .     a constant thrum unchanging even as the tires wear on the bumpy gravel beneath ,   this ride is far from their most pleasant .     it's to be expected ,   she thinks in the middle of her play ,   subtlety her budding strength in those fleeting moments of glimpsing to the driver ,   their leader of which maintains her silence .     almost as if she's deep in thought ;   she doubts that even the loudest of claps or bangs or knocks could shake her off from her apparent stupor .     there's a deepening concern at the fact ,   slithers rearward only at the resurfacing of her confidence .     whatever it is she's planning   —   well ,   she'll be there right alongside her .

   she's thrust back into the game at hand ,   cards long deposited against the worn material of the middle cushion .     looks like that one's a winner ,   and she carries the win with poise   —   but not without a little bit of teasing .     just a smidge or two .     ❝   i only ask 'cause i haven't touched poker in a long time ,   ❞     having been on the run for so long ,   her once incredible prowess has surely dwindled .     still ,   it brings her comfort .     a strange kind of comfort ,   this innate expectation to lose and be satisfied with it ,   but comfort nonetheless .     she smiles ,   awaiting the next round with little more than a laugh caught in her throat .     ❝   that makes two of us .     guess we can suck at this together then ,   huh ?     promise i won't go easy on you .   ❞

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four headcanons about our muse’s relationship.     @aerythros

    *  001 :     addy ,   without any stretch of hesitation ,   will defend red   —   specifically if she’s not in the room to defend herself .     red is capable ,   not needing additional aid when her being comes into question .     but when she’s not there ,   it is always addy that will gladly shut down any talks of that quick .     they’re family ,   after all .     and like with any of the rest of her family ,   the same applies to red .     that's her sister   —   her strong ,   determined sister with potential for so much .     for that ,   she's proud .

    *  002 :    at some point ,   red definitely gave addy some pointers on how to do her signature messy braid .     it was an uneventful day ,   everyone else was off scavenging for fuel and other necessities and they were tasked with watching the car( s ) so addy thought to ask .    (   this would be around s4   —   s5 events ,   when addy’s hair is lengthy enough for the look   )    when the rest of the group returned ,   they’re greeted with the sight of secret smiles ,   shared laughs ,   and that overwhelming sense of success .

    *  003 :    it takes some time ,   but red eventually becomes one of the few people addy can confide in just about anything .     she reveals her past ,   her fight in overcoming that trauma ,   their mission ,   those she knew but lost ,   the resulting hollowness in losing lucy ,   and everything in between   —   really ,   just about most things .     she knows she can always find a listening ear in red ,   just as it is likewise for her should she need it .

    *  004 :    in their downtime ,   there may be moments where addy is sort of a mentor figure to red ,   possibly giving tips when it comes to certain things .     whether it be improving one's accuracy ,   fixing up radios ,   or something as mundane as organizing or finding something ,   she's got her back .     she knows red's got her back ,   too ,   and the mentorship goes both ways .

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*  SELF KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE :

INDEPENDENCE !

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

EXHIBITIONISM !

There’s a strand in your nature which loves making an impression – perhaps with your clothes, or conversation, or in a self-revealing blog or a novel. You like to dramatise yourself, to pose as a unique, perhaps mysterious person, to joke or exaggerate your part in adventures. Though you might more than once have been called a show off, it is actually a generous tendency: you want to please and entertain others. It could be the start of good teaching and leadership.

PLAYFULNESS !

You are good at seeing what’s funny, at relaxing and finding the pleasure of the moment. Play is random, whimsical, fantasy-driven behaviour which releases internal tension. Because it is detached from some pressures it allows you to act on weirder, perhaps neglected, parts of yourself. The downside is that it is no help in sticking with things that are not much fun but which need to be addressed. So it is well complemented by its opposite, Stoicism.

tagged by :   stole it :') tagging :   anyone and everyone !!

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Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

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Something Something Siblings Starters

“Have you tried being a middle child? It’s like family limbo.”

“I know you’re an only child but you radiate ‘younger sibling’ energy.”

“I’m the eldest, also known as the back up parent.”

“We aren’t crazy, that’s just how we greet each other.”

“You will never know the true joy of embarrassing your older sister/brother.”

“We don’t look anything alike!”

“Someone thought we were related and… I have no idea how.”

“People have been assuming that I’m the responsible one.”

“Oh my god, who said you could come into my room?”

“Just because we aren’t blood related doesn’t mean you aren’t my sister/brother.”

“They just don’t get it! UHG!”

“I wish I could have gone with you when you moved out.”

“Did you take my stuff again? Oh, sorry, ‘borrow’ my stuff again?”

“Betrayed by my own flesh and blood!”

“S’up, dumb ass?”

“Could you not- stop just- I will fight you!”

“Why do you get to be in charge while they’re gone?”

“You never listened to a thing I say anyway.”

“So what’s it like being an only child?”

“You do not understand the frustration of being the only boy/girl amidst a flood of family members.”

“It wasn’t a prank, it was a security measure.”

“You may have a few years, inches and a bit of experience over me, but that doesn’t mean you can just tickle me!”

“For the last time we are not doing that. I’m not explaining it to mom/dad when they get home about the immediate consequences of your actions.”

“I dare you to punch me-OW why so hard?!”

“You’ve been in the shower for an hour! Come on!”

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   Hello my sweet beaus, I would like to thank those again that have been with up to this very point. For making these dark times just a little lighter, and giving me every bit of hope I can get to keep going… For those that have seen Version 1 to this very version, and to have responded and shared them around, god bless your heart and soul. For we wouldn’t have been able to make it this far without all of your help

   Continuing from this post, my father’s condition has been noticeably deteriorating over the last few months. Needless to say, despite all that he is doing, no matter how much I still see him fight, he is very much on his last legs. With the last few times that he has gone to the polyclinic and hospital. All my father mainly fears is that he has nothing to leave us, should the worse come to pass (Something that I do not wish to dwell upon). It has reached a stage where he has even quietly broken down when he had believed that no one was looking… something I had never seen him do in years. I don’t care about being left nothing (For he has certainly done more than enough for us over these years), but I care deeply over the fact that with each day, we’re so close to losing him. To see that he will never be freed from any of this…

   I have racked my brain and tried putting together every single thing (Save for animating) that I can possibly offer to you in terms of my services. I only wish to support my family in any way I can. All I have been able to do was lend small amounts (From out my allowance, the commissions that I do through here, and hopefully in time, my new job) to him on emergencies, and that is what I will continue to do (It is him that continues to deal with all these debts which we face each month). I am still also looking for a job, but will definitely find every means possible to earn what I can for him.

   A friend suggested that I do a little voice work too, but as I have no experience in that sort of commission work, you can look through my recordings here, if you happen to be looking for a singer or a Tara Strong impersonator (I do a decent Bubbles, Timmy Turner and Twilight Sparkle) for your custom recording needs.

   You can also donate here to my KOFI. To which a little thank you gift (Be it a doodle or a little graphic) will also be done with my utmost gratitude.

   So please, if you are interested. Please email me via [email protected].

   EVERY REBLOG means the absolute world (EVEN SHARING THIS THROUGH OTHER SOCIAL MEDIAS WILL HELP SO MUCH TOO), even if you can’t commission or donate something. Thank you so, so much in advance for all your help… thank you.

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Zerkalo (1975)

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kiss on the forehead, from cassandra!

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬      ———      @mrcybite

       a truth befitting of karmic justice .     the reality almost too fantastical ,   too much like a distant dream ,   whispers of a childish hope   —   you need to stop this ;   she's not the same ,   she'll never be the same person you knew !   —   a hope whose muted glow coruscates at the fount of her   ( long kept )   masked affections ,   alive and unharmed .     she ,   no longer some marionette for the self - proclaimed messiah to use as he wills it ;   she ,   rising from the ash of the seemingly impossible ,   the newfound epitome .

       for what feels like eons ,   she's at a standstill .     disbelieving yet with a yearning to reach out .     lay an outstretched hand forth ,   let the skin of her palm graze at a cheek unmarred .     but ,   she stops herself .     a pause ,   longer this time ,   before grimy leather seems to move on their own accord ,   purposeful .     her gait is slow ,   unsteady it seems ,   as if not to startle   —   whether not to startle cassandra or addy herself ,   she can't tell .

       when she stops ,   she's a mere breath away from her .     too long .     it's been far too long .     one year ,   two ,   maybe more .     another pause ,   this moment now a distinct kind of suspense that's weighty on the shoulders .     her mouth parts to speak   —   what's one to say after so long ?     what's one to say to someone that was missed so dearly ?   —   but the words catch in her throat .     the air between them requires not a single word to permeate its flimsiness ,   a fact easily solidified the moment a pair of lips touch her forehead. 

       it's the only sign she needs .     she brings her close ,   arms with a tight hold as she envelops her silently ,   a surge of hot tears splintering what composure she maintained ,   heat present within her cheeks .     she's back .     she's really back .

       ❝   i thought we'd lost you .   ❞

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𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞‌ ‌:

                        now , that is a discouraging piece information. but then , could beggars really be choosers ? not in a barnyard distillery , formerly overrun by z’s , in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.  ‘ better low quality whiskey than no quality whiskey , i always say. give it here. ’  ever the optimist , grinning , up until the first sip hits his throat. the poor taste was anticipated , the phone - the - fire - department burn was not. even with his constitution. calling it whiskey was generous. calling it straight up ethanol would’ve been more accurate.

                         ‘ well damn ! ’  the words are wheezed out through a fit of stunned laughter , his amused smile firmly back in place.  ‘ if i didn’t already have hair on my chest , this would do the trick , sure as shit. ’

       ❝   that bad ,   huh ?     i thought it was bad ,   but not bad bad .   ❞     she's smiling right alongside him ,   a rare gaiety spreading the fleshy tissue from ear to ear .     said smile finds change ,   though ,   and what can be considered a priceless sight becomes overshadowed by a newfound streak of emotions :   part horror ,   part playfulness .     her ensuing groan is theatrical and so overtly exaggerated ,   one might even call it a work of masterful acting !     it complements the marginal squint of the eye ,   a taste of her own laughter ,   genuine and unrestrained ,   following suit .

       ❝   i definitely could've gone my whole life not knowing that tidbit of information .     do you say that about all bad whiskey ?     'cause it's been a looong time since we had any of the good stuff .     i bet you're out of room already .   ❞

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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