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So I just hit a milestone I haven’t hit in... a while. I’m not sure why, because I haven’t really written much with anyone and have a lot of replies and plots I might never get to. I got swept up in The Adventure Zone pretty soon after RE7, which is unfortunate because I really loved Marguerite and I really love those of you in the community I’ve met so far. You were all so kind and welcoming and patient and I could never thank you enough for making me feel as safe and important as you did. 

I could use the word “dead”, but that wouldn’t do this blog justice, I guess, since apparently people still like following it. Prematurely aged, I suppose. Eveline syndrome. There’s always a chance I could get back to it and reply to something, but I just really have not had this muse for a while now and I’ve been holding this message off, hoping the follower count going up would get her back. It didn’t. I’ll still be online, especially since I have some TAZ sideblogs on it, but I don’t think I’ll be writing. Sorry to anyone I’m disappointing with this. I wish Marguerite had stuck around longer as a muse.

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"Family? You want me to join a family? Well, I suppose I can..."

A wide grin erupted on her face. “Well good! That’s the best spirit I’ve had in a long time, sugar. But, before we can make it all real official, we’ve gotta make sure our baby girl approves. Now why don’t you just sit right where you are while I bring you a nice hot supper?”

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Hey y’all! Sorry about the inactivity, that was an exhausting few weeks that just went by.I’m trying to whir up the mental writing machine again, so please stay patient if I haven’t gotten to your starter/ask yet! I assure you I do know about it. 

Also, bless y’all for helping me break 60! This is so exciting! 

In case any of you happen to be in the fandom, I also recently just got into The Adventure Zone! I have a LOT of fic ideas for that, so if you’re interested in reading them (or just want to talk about TAZ), feel free to subscribe to Kikithehousemoose on Ao3 or follow @lichbarry on here, which is where I’ll be linking to my fics! 

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🎉🎈🎉

In a rare moment of surprise, she paused, looking puzzled as the blackened gears whirred in her head, trying to comprehend the kind of celebration that had just occurred. 

“...What.” 

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Her stomach sank, but she supposed she should have suspected it. If any of them were to be elusive, it would be Lucas. Lord only knows where that boy could have gone off to. It was all she could ask for that he be safe too, she supposed. Or at least be somewhere where other people would be safe. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle any of this spreading to the public.

She took the hand gratefully and stood without much issue; her usual aches and pains were much worse than usual, but they brought her back into her body and being in control again felt better than anything. “Right, right…” 

“There’s one in the far left drawer in the morgue, best not keep him alone..” she muttered that before her thoughts caught up with her. Her hand moved up to squeeze the woman’s wrist as she looked up at her with wide eyes and a soft voice.

“Is there… is there  anything I can ever do to repay you? All this trouble you went through and I still haven’t given you a proper thanks…”

Even without willing the enhancement of her sense, her own natural hearing was still keen enough to catch the mention of something–or someONE–in the morgue. She’d have to make a mental note of that and have the men investigate, once they got through tracking the Baker boy. Amusing as it might be for them to just happen upon the drawer’s contents without due warning, losing mercs willy-nilly this far from HQ on a mission of this high a profile wasn’t the smartest idea. Reinforcements would take a -long- time to arrive, if they ended up being needed. At the heartfelt question, catching the sincerity of her expression and tone, Leah was momentarily taken aback. Most confusing of all, there was the briefest pang of … -something-? Something she couldn’t place, and that unnerved her. As though something about this woman invoked some sort of suppressed memory or forgotten sentiment. Recovering within the span of mere moments, she responded with a friendlier (and more genuine, if she was being honest with herself) smile, “Don’t even worry about it, ma’am, it’s just part of the job. What I do. I solve problems. You folks turnin’ out alright is payment enough, in my book.” While a lot of it was rehearsed goody-two-shoes jargon she had repeated a thousand times before, somehow, parts of it felt more sincere this time than they had before. As though what she was reassuring this woman was was actually (at least in part) honest in its delivery. Perhaps it was just her sweet ‘Southern hospitality” type of demeanor that was having that subliminal effect on her. Yes, that must be it. Staying close in case she wavered or needed assistance getting around, she motioned for Marguerite to follow her out of the room. “Our chopper’s waiting out in the courtyard to take us back to HQ. Mr. Baker and your kids will meet us there eventually.” This was spoken a lot more reassuringly than first intended, but as before, she attributed this phenomenon to the other woman’s caring nature rubbing off on her temporarily. Even someone like her wasn’t immune to empathetic behavior.

Everything about her once familiar house was just painful to look at now as she followed the young woman out of the confines of her room. Marguerite had always thought she knew what Hell would look like, but none of the pastors ever mentioned anything like this. Such craftsmanship and care that had been fawned over for decades, so many little details meant for atmosphere and hospitality, all now poisoned with that malnourished blackness that had seeped its way into their very bones. It made her sick to look at any of it, to think that any of it had been inside of her, but she dare not close her eyes lest this be but another fleeting moment of lucidity. The kind young woman assured her that Jack and Zoe would reunite with her soon, that they would be together and taken away from this place, but Marguerite couldn’t help but feel like a part of her soul had died here. 

Strangers made their way around her as if this was their home, some of them eyeing the unsteady woman once before not giving a second thought. Oddly enough, she wasn’t agitated. They hadn’t been able to defend their land from evil,and now it had to be cleansed. It was only their right to do as they pleased.  She thought about Lucas again, how he was out there somewhere and no one knew where or what he was doing or what condition he was in. She thought about Zoe-- all the things that poor girl had to sacrifice just to stay alive. She thought about Jack, and her heartbeat muted. If he couldn’t be cured. If he couldn’t forgive himself either. If they could rid him of Eveline but not of the infection, not of all the habits he had formed under the influence of the mold. If God hated her so much that she’d be widowed like that, in cringed expressions and censored information. If that’s the kind of treatment they deserved. 

“..Have I asked your name already, dear?” the whisper would barely be audible if she weren’t listening, and Marguerite’s brow creased. Any distraction was welcome until she couldn’t see the damage, but as soon as she asked she realized she genuinely could not remember her savior’s name. How rude of her. 

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- rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better!

- relationship status: taken 

- favorite color: no favorite color. it used to be red. 

- lipstick or chapstick: those cool hybrid ones where its lipstick but it also moisturizes your lips. 

- last song i listened to: the fantasy costco jingle and entire crystal kingdom song from the adventure zone are playing in my head simultaneously, so those. 

- last movie i watched: last film was greensboro:closer to the truth (a documentary about the greensboro massacre). last movie for entertainment was i guess moana?

- top 3 tv shows: stop asking of all time questions i literally cannot narrow it down to reflect my views. doctor who is one, because its a family bonding experience. rwby and steven universe are ones i still get excited about updates for, but i want to tie them in 2nd to sort of ironically include ancient aliens. my dad and i love shitting on ancient aliens. 

- top 3 characters: of all time? thats really hard and fluctuates frequently. i’d say out of the ones that have stuck around the longest/i can call up basically any time, i’d say weiss schnee from rwby, karkat vantas from homestuck (yeah yeah sorrynotsorry), and actually one of my fandomless/original verse ocs jade dilurentis. i havent had the chance to rp her in literal years but i like to play video games as her sometimes because shes a born rogue/assassin. 

- top 3 ships: oh geez this is hard um. mike/jess from until dawn. basically any of the les amis in any pairing from les miserables. and right now its a tie between jack/marguerite and magnus/julia because i just fell into the voidfish that is the adventure zone and have a special place on my shiplist for devoted healthy married couples who can’t even be parted through supernatural circumstances. 

- books currently reading: does fanfiction count???? cause i read a lot of fanfiction and i read them all at once. 

tagging: im not entirely sure who all @clancy-javis didnt tag so im just gonna leave it open (i love filling out these so please always tag me)

also side note sorry again for inactivity, ill make a formal post if i dont get active next week, which is spring break.

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

– BASICS. NAME: Shiloh PRONOUNS: they/them SEXUALITY: asexual/panromantic TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken~

– THREE FACTS. 1. I’m currently majoring in Psychology with no decided emphasis and am minoring (consider double-majoring) in Classical Studies with an emphasis on Mythology. 2. Sometimes I wear swimsuits under my clothes instead of regular underwear. 3. I am superstitious to a point and strongly identify with categories I’ve been placed in, such as  being an Aquarius, an ENTJ, and a Lawful Neutral. 

– EXPERIENCE. HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Technically since kindergarten? Online for about 9-10 years.  PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Tumblr,Facebook, Chatzy, Google Docs, Skype, DeviantART, Youtube Streams  BEST EXPERIENCE: Oh geez um? I have one partner specifically I’ve had a lot of emotionally charged threads and experiences with,,,, basically any rp that gets me very emotionally involved will be a “best experience” for me. I used to do completely improvised voice-based roleplays that always tended to become favorites of mine. 

– MUSE PREFERENCES. FEMALE OR MALE: Either, really. It depends on which character in the canon I get attached to. If it’s an OC, though, it’ll probably be female.  FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Anything but smut. Usually fluctuate fluff/angst depending on mood. PLOTS OR MEMES: Plots, please. I can definitely go off of memes or short asks but I’m always anxious that I’m ruining something the other person might’ve had planned. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Both/either! It just depends on the situation. I try to stay away from one-liners but sometimes it’s all I can think of.  BEST TIME TO WRITE: Uhhhhh. Later in the afternoon, I guess? I never really have a Prime Writing Time.  ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I am basing my Marguerite off of my experiences as a woman who grew up in southern culture as well as similar characters I’ve portrayed on stage in the past, such as Rebecca Nurse in The Crucible or Luella Bennett in Diviners. But other than our southern hospitality and body type, we’re nothing alike. 

Tagged By/Stolen From:  basically everyone on my dash Tagging: basically everyone on my dash (who hasn’t done it)

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Would also like to take a minute while I’m on here to thank all of the new followers! This blog is at 40 now and certainly rising! I just want to remind some personals who might not have realized that this is a roleplay blog, not an appreciation, cosplay, or game discussion blog. There will be some appreciation, game discussion, and maybe some cosplay if I really feel confident, but the majority of the content on here is going to be written interaction between other characters. If that’s not what you followed for, feel free to look elsewhere. 

Also, to people I’m threading with, thank you for your patience! I have another full week and weekend of business along with an important presentation next Monday, so though I might be on it might be a little hard to get into character. After that, though, it should be smooth sailing, and we should be back to business as usual! 

Thank you for reading this and as always, be blessed.

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Bold what applies to your muse! Tagged by: @code-name-chimera Tagging:anyone else who wants to do this 

Broken a Bone | Gotten Stitches | Had a Near Death Experience | Killed Someone | Tried and Failed to Kill Someone | Invented Something | Been Hung Over | Kissed Someone | Slow-danced | Been in a Long-term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex and Regretted It | Had a One-night Stand | Had a Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had a Kid | Gotten Married  | Self-harmed | Traveled to Another Country | Been in a Play | Received an Inheritance | Been in a Car Wreck | Lost a Loved One | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Been Slipped Something in Their Food/drink  | Won a Contest | Won an Election | Joined a Sports Team | Gone Skydiving | Gone Hunting | Been in a Band | Had a Job | Been Fired  | Been in a Wedding Party | Owned a Pet | Seen a Ghost | Skipped Class/work | Learned an Instrument | Gotten a Noticeable Scar | Sued Someone | Been Robbed | Been Mugged | Been Kidnapped | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone More Than One Day Without Eating | Had a Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Seen Someone Die | Attempted Suicide | Been Tied/chained Up| Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life| Cheated on Someone | Been Cheated on | Had Been a Stalker | Been Betrayed | Was a Traitor | Been in a Fight | Been Arrested | Been to a Funeral | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Gotten a Piercing | Gotten a Tattoo | Used a Fake Name | Been Tortured / Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Had an Attempt on Their Life| Gotten Away With a Crime | Gone on a Road Trip | Been in Love

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Thanks to all the lovely new followers! I can’t wait to see what kinds of things you all have in store. Just wanted to let everyone know I’m in the middle of a busy stretch as far as both school and other outside activities, and though I might be on I might not have the energy to rp/hold good conversation until after next weekend. I know that’s a while for a rper to possibly not rp, but I really need the energy for other things and Marguerite is still not developed enough to be an easy write. So thank you all in advance for your understanding! As always, be blessed. 

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[[ Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by confetti. ]]

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Her stomach sank, but she supposed she should have suspected it. If any of them were to be elusive, it would be Lucas. Lord only knows where that boy could have gone off to. It was all she could ask for that he be safe too, she supposed. Or at least be somewhere where other people would be safe. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle any of this spreading to the public.

She took the hand gratefully and stood without much issue; her usual aches and pains were much worse than usual, but they brought her back into her body and being in control again felt better than anything. “Right, right...” 

“There’s one in the far left drawer in the morgue, best not keep him alone..” she muttered that before her thoughts caught up with her. Her hand moved up to squeeze the woman’s wrist as she looked up at her with wide eyes and a soft voice.

“Is there... is there  anything I can ever do to repay you? All this trouble you went through and I still haven’t given you a proper thanks...”

Second Chances

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Unconsciousness had never been more welcome than when it had come at the hands of a stranger. 

It had all felt like one long, never-ending day to her. Night had fallen, that girl had entered their home, captured their hearts… and the sun had never come up again. She remembered recognizing the fear in her daughters eyes and not being able to say anything. She remembered the last night she’d ever gotten rest before her “gift” began over-ruling her. It felt like she’d been running all this time, breathless in devotion and manic in servitude. The past.. months?.. years?.. weeks?.. they’d been a fever dream that no one ever woke up from at the same time. It only took once for her to be the only one awake in the house before she swore to herself never again. It was either stay put within that monsterous shell or die. 

Somehow, the solution had been neither. When Marguerite awoke on the bed, she thought that she had simply fought out her lucidity again. But like an instinct, she had reached out to Eveline, only to find that Eveline wasn’t there. Nobody was there. It was just her mind, and hers alone. 

She cried and called out to the Lord for her forgiveness. 

Not much time passed to let her stew in her thoughts before she heard the footfalls of a stranger, a terse voice she vaguely remembered. This girl… had she come here on her own? Eveline never picked the feisty ones, and this girl had been the one to.. defeat her? She reached out for the memory, finding nothing but a black pool. 

“W-who are you? What did you do to us?” the sound of her own voice startled her, dry and cracking like she’d been heaving. Were her eyes not set on the stranger in the room, she would have taken note of the dead insect carcasses all around her. Remnants of the filth she’d been infested with. 

Inwardly, Leah was doing a victory dance. Her theory on needing extra time to let the serum work had been proven correct. All that time spent within the company of those lab coats always poking her full of their latest products had finally begun to pay dividends in other ways, beyond bolstering her physical prowess. She could be clever, when it suited her. Which meant that the underling she had sent to check on Mr. Baker was more than likely going to be perfectly fine. She was mildly disappointed. After as much -hell- as he had subjected her to the entire duration of this ordeal, it would have been a small comfort for someone else to endure it for a change. As it was, however, she merely cast the woman a lopsided grin, reaching into the pockets of her leather pants for her cigarettes and lighter as she answered nonchalantly, “Saved your ass, that’s what. You’re -welcome-, by the way. Well … guess I can’t take -all- the credit. The serum was your daughter’s doing. I’m just the meat shield that had to get wailed on by you guys over and over til I could get the damn thing in you.” She snickered at this. In hindsight, it was mildly amusing, serving as a living pinata for a family of deranged Southerners. In a morbid sort of way only someone twisted like her could truly appreciate, she supposed. Cigarette held between her lips, she deftly flicked the lighter open, igniting it before closing the lighter once more and tucking it back into her pocket. After taking a slow drag, she continued as smoke swirled through her every word, “You’ll be glad t’know that the biowep–I mean … the -kid- … isn’t gonna be a problem for you anymore. We’ll see about getting your property restored, once all the leftover traces of mold are wiped out. It’ll be like nothin’ ever happened, eh? Good as new. Better, even.” A business maneuver disguised as charity–typical of the G.R.A, in situations of bioterrorism by rival companies. A repaired home was a home devoid of evidence of the bioweapon -or- them having been there. That the civilians considered it an act of benevolence was just an added perk. She held the open cigarette pack out to Marguerite, offering one to her with that same crooked smirk on her lips.

After all she’d just been through, the shrewd language didn’t even register with Marguerite. She sat up higher, looking down at the mess she was in with a glossy, dazed look, her mind struggling to understand everything. The mention of Zoe brought her attention back to the woman-- her savior? -- and though she couldn’t give her undivided attention, she absorbed most of what she was saying. They had been.. infected by Eveline, and Zoe, oh her genius baby girl, Zoe had helped cure them. 

Her eyes were downcast when she was told Eveline was gone. It was only obvious, of course, since there was no longer any presence of her, yet Marguerite couldn’t help but feel a pang in her heart for that dreadful child. All she’d wanted was a family, but she was just.. beyond saving. Marguerite even wondered if she was a child of the natural world-- bioweapon, she’d called her. What kind of monsters would weaponize a child? Why had they felt the need to play God? Grief weighed heavy on her heart where relief was supposed to be.

The woman held up a hand and shook her head. “No thank you, dear..”  She held her gaze down a few seconds more before lifting her head back up. “You.. you helped everyone, right? Jack and Zoe a-and my boy Lucas? They’re all alright?”

Second Chances

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Unconsciousness had never been more welcome than when it had come at the hands of a stranger. 

It had all felt like one long, never-ending day to her. Night had fallen, that girl had entered their home, captured their hearts... and the sun had never come up again. She remembered recognizing the fear in her daughters eyes and not being able to say anything. She remembered the last night she’d ever gotten rest before her “gift” began over-ruling her. It felt like she’d been running all this time, breathless in devotion and manic in servitude. The past.. months?.. years?.. weeks?.. they’d been a fever dream that no one ever woke up from at the same time. It only took once for her to be the only one awake in the house before she swore to herself never again. It was either stay put within that monsterous shell or die. 

Somehow, the solution had been neither. When Marguerite awoke on the bed, she thought that she had simply fought out her lucidity again. But like an instinct, she had reached out to Eveline, only to find that Eveline wasn’t there. Nobody was there. It was just her mind, and hers alone. 

She cried and called out to the Lord for her forgiveness. 

Not much time passed to let her stew in her thoughts before she heard the footfalls of a stranger, a terse voice she vaguely remembered. This girl... had she come here on her own? Eveline never picked the feisty ones, and this girl had been the one to.. defeat her? She reached out for the memory, finding nothing but a black pool. 

“W-who are you? What did you do to us?” the sound of her own voice startled her, dry and cracking like she’d been heaving. Were her eyes not set on the stranger in the room, she would have taken note of the dead insect carcasses all around her. Remnants of the filth she’d been infested with. 

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It had been no easy task, but against all odds, the plan had worked. Between negotiating with the still-sane Baker family’s daughter for assistance in capturing the bioweapon in return for aid in curing for the entire family, and then actually subduing the rest of the deranged family long enough to administer the serum so that she could keep her end of the bargain (though the son, Lucas, had eluded her thus far) … it had been a grueling undertaking. Her superiors better be paying her -double- to have dealt with this much shit. They owed her big time for getting this all wrapped up before Umbrella could get wise and arrive first. Still … she was congratulating herself prematurely, she knew. She had to check on each of the members of the Baker family to be certain the effects of the serum took. The dosing had nearly come too late. Indeed, Mr. and Mrs. Baker, at first, had shown a great deal of resistance to the serum’s effects, as the bioweapon tried to maintain its hold upon them. But locked in separate rooms, each with no access to any sort of escape or improvised weaponry, she hoped that given enough time, the cure would eventually win out. By the time the G.R.A’s backup grunts had arrived upon the scene, it had been presumably long enough for the serum to have (theoretically) worked. Lucky for them, Leah had no desire to have to check on -both- Bakers … and so one of the underlings assigned to her earned the ‘pleasure’ of making Jack Baker’s acquaintance while she went to assess Marguerite. If all went well, they’d find him in a far more … amicable state. If not, well … they were replaceable. She finally arrived at the ‘grandmother’s room’ that had been dedicated to Mrs. Baker’s recovery, swiftly unlocking the door but her hand hesitating over the knob for a few moments before finally taking hold and turning it. “Feeling more -agreeable-, now, lady?”, she called out into the room as she slowly entered. – @marguerite-baker

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"I do say, you're rather quite a beautiful lady."

“Oh! Well thank you very much, mister.” 

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“He don’t gotta be your daddy then. He can be mine ;D”

“Mama–no!“

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IF I WERENT ALREADY MARRIED I'D SELL MY SOUL TO HAVE YOU WALK ME DOWN THE AISLE, GUY!

“No one said you couldn’t get remarried. I’ll fund your wedding, my child. I have the money to waste.”