#[ ❧ — musings ]

[guardiancypress-txt]

suddenly i wonder what it would be like to write a rp where the two characters just battle each other 👀

[lily-sanapaw]

❧ tag drop ❧

[harpershigh]

I love writing drunk Jaheira — like this to have a drunk Jaheira stumbling into your inbox!

[folkorae]

Since i said that i will be here to write (which i am currently doing it in my drafts), like this for a small starter! Don’t forget to specify the muse(s), you can pick more than one! Mumus please specify yours too!

[ilbound]

small starter call to ( hopefully ) get the ball rolling again. capping at, let's say 4? be sure to specify! these will be short and likely pre-est. my muse bias is towards the twins and woz, but you're welcome to request anyone!

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

//CLOSED STARTER ❯ MEMORIES OF BLOODSHED

@auratold @realdeadeye

It all felt so unreal .

Jill Valentine , the B.S.A.A's finest , a mythical name to all of those in this business , and she was nothing more than a name carved into the marble statue that adorned the front of the organization's North American HQ . The woman who'd singlehandedly survived both Arklay and Raccoon , the woman who'd founded this very organization , and one of the only women out there who'd served with Delta Force . Chris had always thought her to be nigh indestructible - there was nothing she couldn't do , nothing she couldn't survive - and there she had gone. Saved his own ass when he'd been dumb enough to get caught .

He still couldn't get the sound of shattering glass out of his head, months later . Couldn't get the sound of wind and rain lashing the walls of the Estate as he fell onto his knees in front of the broken window , watching as his partner and their rival disappeared into the mist below . Couldn't get the sight of the empty beach out of his head - Jill Valentine was many things, and now , the final title she'd ever receive would be martyr .

She died fighting for them . For him . He could think of no better end for the woman that he'd grown so close to , could think of no other way she'd leave , but god did it still hurt . Chris still hadn't processed everything , hell , while writing that report up a week or two ago about the official status of the missing operative , he'd nearly broken down right then . He'd stopped himself, though - all he felt was numbness , spreading right through to his core .

This suit felt suffocating .

The tie felt like it would choke him out if he kept it on for any longer.

They could spare this one night for a woman who had done everything she could to ensure that they were here now , before they would all have to return to paperwork and deadlines and operations and all that bullshit .

Chris had prepared a speech earlier , but he didn't know if he'd be able to make it through it . Organized this whole thing, with Claire's help . He owed her that much , at least . The paper's in his pocket . Freshly printed , but worn from the thousands of times he'd gone over it .

A quarter's in his hand . He's studying it , fingers tracing the grooves in the customized metal . The meaning wouldn't be missed by anyone like him .

There's a flag on her casket .

An empty one , but one nontheless.

It's neatly folded . He'd spent hours ironing it , folding it so it was absolutely perfect for her .

He's going to carry it . Insisted on it . He's in the back of the hearse now , but he can't bear to flicker his eyes to the carefully engraved wood in the back . It isn't long until they reach the B.S.A.A's soldier's cemetery , where everyone else is bound to be waiting already .

Some of her old military friends had heard , and were coming. Same with the B.S.A.A , the D.S.O , anyone who meant anything to her .

Chris didn't know how he was going to be able to face them all and tell them she died because of him .

[leondxs]

Leo’s lazy and all but low key he needs stimulation and enrichment of some kind every night or he’s the most annoying creature on the planet

[girlmisfit]

small starter call ! hit the ♡ . 

it will most likely be canon dialogue / song lyrics. 

[atcmicqueens]

one liner call for ry astor, piper wright, rose maclean or r.a peters

[fallencrowns]

Maybe like for a starter now that I'm finally back?

[unprocione]

ashley: we work really well together! what if someday i become an agent like you? we can protect the us together from any and all threats! :) leon, who was blackmailed into agency and doesn't have the heart to shatter ashley's perception of her father & the government she herself plays a role in, literally holding back vomit: haha let's focus on getting out of here first--

[miiseriia-arc]

/ @dscvrdbcttr .

「 hearing ignacio's voice after the man being out cold for what felt like so long instantly relieved rosie but it was short lived. ❝ you're awake! oh, god, please don't die, ❞ she said, not even answering his question. it hadn't even registered with him, she rushed over to his side from where she'd been looking for medicine or a first kit or anything really. ❝ i need to get you medicine. you're hurt, old man. ❞ 」

[harpershigh]

It came to my notice that 90% of the people who are attracted to Jaheira have mommy issues.

The other 10% consists in pathetic bottoms.

And I think this is beautiful.

[folkorae]

This blog turns one year today so i might as well spend my day here lmao.

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

@superboyandtheinvisiblegirls [cat] to AMÉRIS VALENTINE

"you're not much of a detective, are you?"

The question was considered for several moments . Technically the detective was on a short break from a particularly harrowing shift of forensic study , and had chosen this small café to take it at . Her dog still lay down at her side like he'd always done , and the windbreaker she tended to wear was emblazoned with the credentials that identified her as what she'd been called out on . A cup of coffee sat before her, next to a pastry - unlike her original counterpart, not that she knew, she didn't prefer her coffee black. Two sugars and milk , that's how the detective liked it.

She'd known Cat for a decent while , and had been somewhat surprised to see her out here , but it hadn't been long before the other had joined her at the table.

"I'd like to think I am ."

[leondxs]

me, the slightest bit tipsy, stressed as hell, and running on five hours of sleep: