#— answers.

[mystalwartheart]

"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.

Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.

"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.

She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.

"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.

[likemosaic]

@aurouze : She doubted he had wanted to be invited into her quarters when he stopped by. Certainly it had been just to check in on her, as he oft did, hands wringing and ears twitching in an attempt to settle his nerves. Even as far away as they could get from the First - even now himself and no longer the crystal martyr, she still saw bits and pieces of his other self, peering into her borrowed room to be certain she was fed and comfortable. She was as fed and comfortable as the impending end of the world could be, she thought dryly. To have saved one shard, only to face the destruction of another - to have accepted her possible death and rot upon the source as she struggled to deal with her aether imbalance - ... only to plunge back into danger the moment she began to feel normal again. She had danced with wanting to perish once. Now, despite the despair of it all, she wished to live - and live without regret or fear of silly repercussions. They had danced around each other enough, Alta thought, toes dipping into scalding water they were too afraid to dive into. Or so she hoped. She hoped beyond hope that she was gathering the crumbs correctly. It had been years since Haurchefant slept aside her, and he had been as bold and brash with his love as he was with his life. She never doubted he loved her. (...Alta never doubted G'raha cared, either, but where one man was loud and uncaring of his advances, the other was quiet and uncertain. Their displays of affection were as different as night and day.) But, maybe most importantly: she had no doubt that she loved him. G'raha was held so fondly in her heart that it nearly ached, warm and suffocating, and she would be a fool to look into oblivion without first looking into herself. She wanted him at her side, if he would have her. And so she told him as much, her words careful, sitting beside him on her bed in the Baldesion Annex. Her tail brushed his as Alta leaned forward, brushing a piece of his fringe from in front of his eyes. Wherever this would take them tonight - wherever they wound up, either aside each other or apart - it would be enough to know that she had tried. Somewhere, in her heart, she wished she had been more forward with her love before, her knight's bravery and honest love giving her the courage to do just the same now. "I - ... don't know where we'll be tomorrow. If we'll be at all," she said, her palm on his knee as she chose her words carefully. "But - ... I wanted to - ... be earnest, and true. I would regret not telling you how I feel while I have the chance. G'raha, I - ... want... you beside me. Tonight, tomorrow - until the end. If you would - ... have me, too."

g’raha’s hand rests on top of alta’s own, supporting her while she speaks. his ears flick and twitch, clearly deep in thought; whatever he thought she had invited him in to discuss, this had admittedly not been it. but she has let him say his piece, and he will let her say hers.

no one could argue that she is not deserving of all that she desires and more. g’raha’s only quibble is that it’s him she wants, a difficult prospect to accept for one so self-critical. in their more intimate moments, she has seen all the ugliness that weighs him down with shame—the need for control and deception that he had developed in his old age. the crystallizing of his body. the embarrassing idolatry of a woman he had never met, in his old life; a woman he has been so privileged to sit alongside in his new one, despite those many flaws. the same woman, same hero, has seen the way his new body has tried to keep up with the old and failed, like reaching for a piece of furniture that was moved a week ago. extensive training has been necessary to realign himself with…well, himself, and alta has seen (and assisted) with that, too.

there is nothing more to hide from her, not anymore. but g'raha cannot help but instinctively wish to pull the metaphorical cowl over his head and hide once more, when she looks at him so. perhaps that is why he’s let his hair sit as it does, the better to hide behind. perhaps that is why his eyes widen, just a fraction, when she swoops it aside, as if reading his very thoughts.

this body of youth seems to run away from him in its eagerness. on the first, the exarch had long aged out of any unwanted enthusiasms typical of a young miqo’te man. not so on the source. g’raha’s soft tail seems to act on its own, the tip of it curling lightly around alta’s scaled one. his heart beats a hard rhythm in his chest, as if it would like to climb out and make itself known. his expression shifts from surprise, to flustered pleasure, and though he gives her his usual warm smile, there’s a gentle tinge in his cheeks when he does. his hands are sweaty, he realizes too late, and his foot taps lightly against the floor, nervous.

“i will always be at your side,” he replies, voice even despite the nerves, because it is the truth that guides his life. because the idea that he could ever be anywhere else is an unthinkable horror. he closes his eyes suddenly, as if steeling himself for something. (if she has had the strength of will to speak her mind, then so too, will he try). then, willing himself to be brave, g’raha takes alta’s hand more firmly in his and holds it against his chest, an act of vulnerability—like this, she would be unable to miss the way his heart thuds. to see the reality: how very nervous she makes him! but it is the trust she's earned, seeing him so clearly for who he is and choosing to stand by him regardless, that makes him brave. g'raha knows that, whatever he might say, alta would listen as attentively as he listens to her.

she could have whoever she wanted, though she may not realize it. many of those she's met in her travels would want nothing more than to sit here and hear her sweet words—but then, g’raha might flatter himself that he is the one who wants it most. and perhaps is the least deserving, even still. he holds her hand between his own, against his chest, voice vibrating against her hand when he speaks.

with the tinge in his cheeks, he clears his throat and looks at her, eyes slightly overlarge (like a cat looking upon its favorite treat, or about to pounce upon a mouse). "i would be...that is, i..." another clearing of the throat. glances at alta's mouth, and her neck, then back to her eyes, as if not quite sure where to look or where would be appropriate to do so. his tail flicks against hers, but g'raha doesn't notice. "forgive me. you've...surprised me, that's all. i would be...honored beyond all words, to...have you. there is nothing i would want more than to share your company, in all ways. to give you happiness and pleasure. but..."

g'raha looks away, as if unable to meet her eye. he rubs his damp free hand on his pants. "are you certain that is what you want? you are the loveliest of all creatures on eitherys, this i believe. and i...well. i fear i pale in comparison." he meets alta's eye again, brows furrowed, suddenly serious. "this need not be anything more than a physical release, if that is what you are in need of. there would be no shame in that. but if you are truly asking for something more between us, and i haven't misunderstood your intent..." he meets her eye again, not daring to hope. "...then i am your most humble servant. you must know that you are already my most cherished one, and i am already yours to command. save for your own feelings, of which i have been unsure and too timid to inquire thus far," his thumb strokes the back of her hand, "i am afraid very little else will change between us now." and is that not the blessing of friendship that grows into something else? like the epilogue to a perfectly written book. there is no need for the addition, but it is pleasant and welcomed none-the-less.

leave it to g'raha to monologue again. but he's not ashamed. if anything, his demeanor has brightened significantly, despite the horrors they face--his tail beats lightly against alta's, his ears flicker, his eyes glitter. happiness is a fine looking emotion on his face, and, feeling brave, he leans up to rest his forehead against hers, as gentle as a breeze in the fields of lydha lran.

[discotective]

' what is this, like a hobby for you now? ' / obsessiveness seemed instinctive at this point; one little addiction traded for another, something to busy the hands. all addicts need a hobby, you've just got to replace one itch with another. you should take up knitting. that would be stupid, he thinks as he dismisses the thought, already squatting on the ground picking up another plastic bottle. into the plastic bag it goes alongside its brothers and sisters waiting to be turned into recycling for a few dollars spare change on the way home this evening.

resting on the backs of his legs, crouching in perfect accordance with the tone of the situation, harry casts a glance backwards over his shoulder at @excalibiur. his moustache bristling in the wind is a nice touch. he's judging you. prove to him this is totally normal. it is normal, it's just recycling. ❝ maybe . . . ❞ he admits, finally standing up, his prize in tow.

[inheritsnothing]

💬 i heard a rumor about you and cole.

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

a brow quirks, surprised at the accusation. he and the lord commander? such a funny concept, wasn't it? otto adjusts his sleeve, smiling, amused. "could you really see it?"

the hand of the king doesn't kiss and tell.

[andthemouseroared]

12. [SAFEGUARD]

Sgh.Everett Safe Guards Ashley!

https://www.tumblr.com/andthemouseroared/751113914317717504/classsymemes-a-comprehensive-list-of-scenarios?source=share

It's a scene of hellish chaos as the B.O.W. army fires round after round of incendiary ammo and lobs grenade after grenade at the ramshackle wooden structure Ashley and Ethan have taken cover in. Fire rages and the ground is rocked by explosions as timbers burn and buckle around them. Ashley begins to cry out:

"Ethan! Look out! The building is about to..."

Before she can finish her thought or even process what's happening, Ashley feels the wind knocked out of her by a bodily tackle shoving her clear of the collapsing inferno.

Dazed, she looks up at her savior and finds Ethan on top of her.

After a moment to regain her bearings, Ashley nervously breaks the silence.

"Ummm...Hi. Thank you for saving me," she mutters awkwardly.

[exhabigou]

do you use any male torso meshes?

i use a few of them!

the one for tobias is this one by @nectar-cellar. but i also have this and this from them. i also use their you are hyperreal mod to make it prettier.

and then i also got this, this, and this by @venusprincess-ts3

and i am still in search for more lol

[replica-model]

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞ (tmw ur cousin is a very proficient and frequent liar)

ASK RECEIVED

"That's what a lie is, Zelos," Luke says, glaring at him. It lacks any real venom, though. Luke is clearly more frustrated than anything else. "That was really embarrassing, you know! I just—in front of everyone...!"

Luke's face is heating up at the mere memory of how he'd made a fool of himself in front of everyone. Many years ago, Luke had asked Zelos what birds would do if their nests were compromised. Zelos had "helpfully" informed him that birds had tiny hands under their feathers on their chests, and would carry away their eggs.

And Luke had believed it. For five years. He had believed it until the moment he'd talked about it in front of his friends and they'd looked at him like he was stupid.

Luke groaned loudly and rubbed his head, then peered at him from between his fingers.

He was going to get revenge for this.

Somehow.

[withdread]

She’s just gonna give him a soft smooch. A very tender kiss, a lil gentle peck if you will. What for? 🤷‍♀️ soft boys get love

It garnered several blinks, as if he were resetting his brain with each one. He could even imagine a manual pressing of a power button over and over while he stared into the space between himself and the pixie of a woman. Stephen supposed it was relatively easy to pluck a kiss onto his lips (when he was in high school he was mocked for looking like he was making a duck face, but it was just how his lips were). He'd never known it to be used against him in such a positive light, though.

When his brain caught up it dumped all of the information at once. At first, when he opened his mouth to speak, no sound came out. Only did he find the semblance of the beginning of a question when the apples of his cheeks tinged a light blush.

"I, uh ... wow. Thank you? Do you? Do you say that? What ... was that for?"

Swing and a miss, Grace.

[mushroompollution]

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

i don't get grades at school because i'm only attending as Elliot's valet. but i do really like our music composition classes. even though i'm not very creative, i kind of like writing music.

[poohsources]

you are a super sweet person -- thank you for all you've been doing for the rpc!!

[mystalwartheart]

"The... What in the hell are these things?"

Trondo looked at the horde of zombies with stunned face. He was firing, punching and throwing kunais at them... And for every one of those bastards he was killing, another ten appeared.

The sound of gunfire pierces the air and a hail of bullets rain down on the advancing B.O.W. force. Precision headshots instantly eliminate some, while machine gun and rifle fire thins out the front lines.

A woman's voice calls out to Trondo, feminine, but commanding:

"Fall back! We're here to reinforce you, but you're outnumbered. Keep firing if you can: They can't come back from immolation!"

[readbetween]

@soothfog: 🌵 and 🌴

rp positivity meme, don't be shy!

send 🌵 and i'll recommend a canon rp blog

@inflame. through the most objective lens possible ;-) because diane and laura have novels between them on discord. i deeply resonate with laurel's ethos behind laura. to take a well-known character like her and ask if she's well-known at all by contesting how she's been more than misinterpreted, but warped, in the (pop) cultural mythos to social detriments is a significant project. and she was diane's first kid, so we both have to shout out these two.

send 🌴 and i'll recommend a blog i haven't spoken to yet but admire from afar

since i'm keeping this blog substantially private to folks i've known, i'm modifying this prompt a wee bit to recommend @bluedprints. the reason being that blue's blog is actually the first i've "transgressed" on this with, lol! i found her writing via my dash/Mutual Friends and fell completely into it and her vibrant character concepts + settings. i had to follow and am really happy i did.

[andthemouseroared]

🎤

False prophets and religious cults all have one thing in common:

They all preach salvation, but in reality they're selling lies and broken promises in exchange for obedience and submission.

[exhabigou]

Wcif the lighting mod you use? Also if you use reshade :)

hello!

lighting mod is by @nilxis over here. i believe i am using the no green sunrise with bright water and night. and i use gshade ( the one from here ) and the preset is brighten up from this old thing that i made.

[replica-model]

The sparkle in your eyes is so bright, the sun must be jealous! // I am so sorry

ASK RECIEVED!

"WH—?"

Luke sputters, choking on the air for a second. What the hell!? He feels his face getting warm and he snaps his head to look away, to hide it. He crosses his arms and tries to master his expression.

"What's wrong with you?" He blurts out, squeezing his arms.