#red thread ( starter ).

[masked-sluts]

where: utp | when: night time | whom: open to all

Jason leans against his motorcycle, scanning the dark streets and otherwise being bored. He really should just drive around and see what pops up, but he's really not in the mood.

He sighs when he hears something from the alley behind him.

"Your stealth really needs some improvement," he calls without looking back. "I can hear you even in this bucket."

He taps his red helmet, emphasizing his point.

[iilumoria]

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───・✧ˎˊ˗ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

one . #𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 is a single-muse , independant , selective roleplay blog . I am mutuals only and I will only write with those 18 and over , but I love getting to meet new people !! i LOVE plotting and will happily welcome anything into my inbox - don't feel hesitant to drop in and ask for a plot/send in a starter meme or anything similar - I promise I don't bite ! That being said , don't be an asshole , over anon or anywhere else.

two . some info surrounding me : hey ! my name is ryxon , i'm 20 , queer , i have adhd and go by they/them exclusively . i tend to be rather busy , as i work very frequently and am a first responder. i am very interested in poetry and character analysis , and use them as references when it comes to my writing . Discord is available for mutuals on request .

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four . i do not write sexually explicit threads . i am okay with suggestive content, but that being said , i don't write that stuff with everyone . that being said , this blog contains several canon-typical themes , including death, medical experimentation, body horror, heavy violence, and all other canon typical themes within resident evil. these will be tagged accordingly . follow at your own discretion .

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[darkcacaocookieandfriends]

Starter for: @multiverse-unlocked

Licorice been at it for hours, trying to learn a few methods on how to perfect his spells. Time and time again, he'd been defeated, but no more! He was determined to get stronger and show all of those miserable cookies that he wasn't someone to be taken lightly of!

Perhaps then, maybe Dark Enchantress would see the full glory of his potential! He already had his minions out gathering a few things in preparation. Well…he sent Schwarzwalder and Bat-Cat out, who knew if they were doing their jobs or just doing a bunch of dillying and dallying, but he wasn't going to put too much thought into it.

As long as they came back with what he asked for he wouldn't complain…TOO much, that it!

He'd been so hard at work and so deeply immersed in his thoughts that he hadn't really noticed Red Velvet walk into the room. It was only when he felt Chiffon nudge against his legs did it bring him out of his thoughts, enough to acknowledge the other cookie.

The necromancer jumped, startled by what seemed like his sudden presence. Red Velvet nearly scared the frosting off of him.

"Red Velvet! Why don't you knock next time instead of trying to give me a heart attack!"

[epihlogue]

"I can't believe you posted that online! Do you have any idea of the sort of consequences there will be to something like that?" Honestly, this was why Philip had people who took care of his official online posts for him. Not that he didn't have private accounts, because he did. "Don't blame me when the Queen gives you an earful over it."

[waehles]

"Does anyone want to like ... maybe hit up a local coffee shop with me?"

[savingthrcw]

@3katanas requested a very emotional nami time

They had been knocked out when surrounded by the smoke, just like with Buggy, with the difference that this time Nami had been able to avoid the worst of it, and from her hiding spot had seen the little group of Red Pirates take Zoro's precious sword; collectors of rare items, no doubt, and she should have waited for her friends to wake up and kick their asses, the gas wasn't that strong. She should have waited. She should have, and yet she was running after them, because they had such a penchant for disappearing, and what if the Wado Ichimonji disappeared with them? Nami ran up the hundred of steps that led to the citadel above, chasing the pirates, and attacked with her staff as soon as she reached them to slow them down: it was just three of them, maybe she could buy time until Zoro woke up. Usopp was there too, but she knew she had to count on the strongest of the two.

Unfortunately, she found herself quickly beaten down. They weren't interested in ganging up on a woman, so they were ready to walk away, but Nami got up and tried again. And again. And again. Feeling as powerless as she had with Arlong, she pulled herself from the ground with shaky arms but couldn't get up on her legs, blood dripping on the ground underneath her. Only then it occurred to her that she wasn't alone anymore, and he was her friend, he would come if she held on enough. One of the pirates shoved her back down, and she took a deep pained breath.

"Zoro!!!"

[immortalmuses]

@magikborn sent: “there’s something wrong with me.” (Henry for Pez)

ㅤㅤㅤThey're sitting in the back garden behind Timbralls House, perched side-by-side on the low wall separating Eton College's main yard from the Sixpenny. Percy might come from money (a great deal of money), but his father's social standing doesn't quite warrant him rooms in the Manor House like it does Prince Henry. The arrangement works out well, really, because Pez living in Timbralls means Hazza always has an excuse for escaping to somewhere out from under the many watchful eyes following him around Eton.

ㅤㅤㅤIt gives him the freedom to say things like... this.

ㅤㅤㅤ"You know I don't believe that, mate." Percy replies, his weight leant back on his palms, the rough stone of this ancient wall surely bollocksing up his fresh manicure. The Nigerian tips his head, watching the afternoon sunlight play through the branches of the trees. He'd rather be looking at Henry, but he knows how the other boy gets when he's sharing something private, something vulnerable. If Percy were stared at as much as the Prince is, he'd feel the same way.

ㅤㅤㅤ"There's so many things wrong in this world, Hen... But you're not one o'them. Doesn't matter who you love, what body parts you're attracted to..." Pez shrugs, grinning a sunnily as the sky, "...Binary is the Enemy, remember?"

[loyalguided]

"I take it you're not here to ask about the class assignment? Alright then, what have you actually got for me?"

[rhalgrsrightfist]

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[iilumoria]

tag drop.

[epihlogue]

Alex was so engrossed in his classwork that he didn't notice the other person there until they put their own book down on the table. He blinked over at them saying, "Oh! Hi. I didn't see you there. This course load has been, let's just say, distracting. Anyway, yeah, you're welcome to join me. I don't mind."

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

@outbreaksurvived to JILL VALENTINE .

"I never thought I'd see you so vulnerable. It's strange."

The sentiment is true in more ways than one . Jill's never been the type to air her grievances to the world , had never been gentle — Jill Valentine was the fire that burned in the night sky, she was hard lines and cut corners , and vulnerability had never been something she'd known . Even here, leaning against her longtime mission partner on the edge of a hospital bed, Jill doesn't particularly know what to say.

She could say that she was sick and tired of being in this shithole. She could justify why she'd been physically throwing out every doctor that dared come in here to poke and prod at her, she could scream in fury at the woman that she'd lost, she could rip a hole in the wall in anger at what had been done to her .

All she feels is some sort of numbness , mixed with that constant ache of what could be described as vexation at it all, but here in the quiet , she could just be . Even with the guards outside her door , the lock on the handle — Jill didn't want to be alone tonight . The nightmares had gotten far , far worse and he was in every one of them , along with a woman she didn't recognize , couldn't reconcile as her own .

She didn't want to risk sleeping and awaking in a cold start — she was scared to , even if she would rather die than admit that. Jill Valentine , the strongest agent the BSAA ever had, Jill Valentine , the woman who'd survived everything thrown at her , Jill Valentine , the woman who'd come back from the dead , afraid to close her eyes and rest.

Her voice is quiet as she responds , traced with exhaustion .

"Guess that makes two of us ."

[gcddamnvampire]

tag dump

[masked-sluts]

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[magicofrobin]

“I don’t suppose I could get that hug now?” (from damian) -> @stubborngods

despite their initial closeness, things were different with damian once they were both in gotham, away from the league and all that entailed; their roles had changed, jason’s most significantly. no longer was he damian’s sole brother or protector — he was just one of many. the change in dynamic didn’t kill the instinct. even in the early days of the new robin, jason found himself watching (not acting, not approaching, that wasn’t allowed). even on that first day – the first time damian went out officially, the first time jason saw his youngest brother in robin’s colors – when all he had wanted to do was land beside them and scream at dick for even letting this happen. tim had been bad enough, but he couldn’t exactly protest that, he’d been a bit preoccupied during the bulk of third robin’s career. needless to say he might be a little protective of his youngest brother, even if he isn’t about to show that. or admit it to anyone. the most telling thing that he has done is extend an open invitation to him, telling him that if he ever needed anything all he had to do was ask and jason would make it happen if he could. granted, when he’d made the offer this wasn’t quite what he expected. but here they were. in his entryway — jason looking down at his little brother, still half asleep and lax, his brain not quite powered on enough to process everything, and damian asking for a hug. stifling a yawn, he nods and rubs the sleep from his eyes, “’m not sayin’ no, but is there any reason you want one now? when it’s–” realizes he’s not sure what time it actually is since his whole day has been off and he doesn’t remember actually falling asleep either. so, he’s gonna take a shot in the dark and say, “this late?”

[helreginn]

Her first form in this new and created world was something peculiar. Hair of Lilac, eyes the same. She knew they - the children that would come after - could not look upon her fëa directly. She didn't yet know what their hröar would be like. Didn't know how far apart she set herself, even as she tried to blend in.

When she first envisioned her Fana, she had wanted to wear the stars like flowers in her hair; Hair made of raindrops and snowflakes. Everywhere she walked, casting rainbows and flickering lights. Her flesh would have been rock and stone. Like carved Marble. Nude and strong and bold.

This was subtler, she had thought. They would not be afraid. They would not think of her as something other than themselves.

She was wrong, of course. But that wouldn't become clear until much later. When she sought the kinship of elves and men and not so much that of the other Ainur.

This form was slow. And heavy. Every step an intentional act of motion, unlike being carried on the winds of unmade worlds. She liked it. Almost as much as she feared it. And the clothes on top of what already felt like clothes weren't the most comfortable either.

She walked up to Melkor, hesitant. As if she even knew what it was to pause. Before, every action had been a whim. Immediate and precise. No need of forethought or caution.

What a thrilling concept! All of it. Everything was new and brave and she was so full of wonder and appreciation; In the same way she could not see the contrast of her colours against a world of primarily green and brown and grey.. she could not see the cracks forming. Could not feel the warning quakes. Or how far the foundation of their kind would be divided when the tremors came to the surface of their words and minds.

"Is it not bizarre?" She asked, and then stopped and blinked. Was that her voice? It sounded nothing like her voice. What an odd sound this vessel made. She reached a hand up to her throat and started making funny sounds. Ahs and grrs and whistling song notes, all the while smiling delightedly at the feeling of her physical voice felt beneath the touch of her physical hands.

She laughed brightly and smiled over at Melkor. "When this is done and we return home," A thousand million years down the line. What she thinks will be a short time.. "I think I will wear this form again."

@withdoomicome