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No one liners. I like to keep things descriptive around here— now I’m not taking about a full on book. But PLEASE give me something to work with.

Absolutely no controlling my muses. My muse is mine, yours is yours. That’s how it works around here.

No hate of any kind or cliquey behaviour.

Affiliates: @fatescattered, @divinafatum , @lightsideofseoul

See the roster below. * means high muse:

It’d been solid couple hours since she’d collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Her legs had given out, nothing left in the tank to offer even with the punishing shockwaves coursing through her body, forcing her upright only to come crashing right back to the ground once more in a heap. Fortunately, it was one of those rare evenings where Wesker had actually allowed her to recuperate in her cell. She was of no good use to him in this sorry state if she could barely stand, let alone anything else— even his cruel self knew that.

Skin drenched in a cold sweat as she curled in on herself, Jill’s hands balled into fists over her chest.

She wasn’t an idiot. Jill knew better than to attempt to claw the device free from where it was burrowed into her skin, or try to escape. It’d no doubt shock her and bring her right back to her knees within an instant. She’d learned that the hard way. One of Wesker’s cruelest tricks. While there may not have been any physical shackles on her.. his little gadget was her own personal prison. And when it was fully activated— it was torture.

She was halfway to drifting off when the sound of heels tapping against the concrete flooring had her eyelids fluttering open. Jill knew exactly who her late night visiter was before she even came into view. Ada Wong. She was a complete mystery. Jill didn’t know much about her other than the fact she sometimes came to do the odd job for Wesker.. and that she was surprisingly kind to her whenever they got the liberty to speak.

This wasn’t the first time Grace had found her mother like this in the dead of night. Her research tended to keep her up at ungodly hours. Concerning, given her health complications prior.. but there was no talking to her when she refused to take it easy as the doctor’s had told her one too many times.

Luckily it wasn’t too late. “Nothing. I just thought you’d be done with work by now.” It was hard not to think too much on her words. Watching something scary. As in horror movie scary, or.. real life? Grace didn’t bother asking, knowing she most likely wouldn’t like the answer. Her mother’s work usually upturned only the darkest of secrets. Monsters. Strange viruses. Not that Alyssa knew, but Grace often snooped through her files whenever she could. And boy, she’d uncovered a lot of information she shouldn’t have.

Pulling the blanket around her shoulders as she padded barefoot across the room, Grace offered her hand out to her mom in hopes to finally coax her away from the computer for at least an hour or two.

“You skipped dinner again. Aren’t you hungry?” She had to be. “Because.. I’m sure whatever you’re watching can wait until tomorrow.”

Jill Valentine

Grace Ashcroft

Helena Harper

Ada Wong

Bela Dimitrescu

Set after Lost in Nightmares. Your muse can be someone who’s working with Wesker, or maybe someone who found out where Jill is being held and has come to rescue her? Hell, give me Wesker himself if you want!

Her whole body was screaming at her. Muscles ached, bones were fractured, and her skin was torn in various places, making lifting more than a finger an impossible feat. When she’d dived out of the estate’s window and tackled Wesker with her, Jill hadn’t expected she’d be waking up again. It was all she could think about during the plummet. The cliff had been a steep drop— and a long way down. And still, somehow.. she’d survived it. Barely. And unfortunately, so had he.

It’d been almost a week since that night. The longest week of her life. Each day was spent in agony, injuries haphazardly tended causing her to drift in and out of consciousness from the pain.

Jill doubted Wesker was going to just leave her to die in the cell he’d dragged her into. That’d be too merciful by his measures. So then what did he intend to do with her? He would’ve killed her at the bottom of the cliff if he truly wanted her dead. Hell, he hadn’t hurt her since he’d taken her hostage.. yet. That just so happened to be more unsettling than if he had. Just what was his play here? Why was he keeping her alive? Did she even want to know? Jill was terrified of whatever alternative he had in store for her. But she wasn’t about to show him an ounce of that fear, as stubborn as ever until the very end.

Slumped up against her cell wall, Jill stared at the lock keeping her trapped. If she had her toolkit with her, — no doubt it’d been lost during the fall — manipulating that lock would’ve been easy. Like she’d make it very far in her condition anyway.

As the question left Lottie’s lips, Taissa felt herself freeze in her motions, the axe in hand stilling midair as it steadied to swing down to chop yet another piece of wood for the fire. The blank expression on her face said it all: what the hell do you want?

Taking a second of two to gather her dissociated thoughts before turning to face the other girl, Taissa eventually brought the axe down to her side, before settling it down entirely. The muscles in her arms had long since started to ache. She could do with the break anyway. “No Lottie, I don’t.” Her voice matched the expression on her face, monotone in hopes to mask the fact that she was lying. If the eyeless entity she often saw when spacing out wasn’t a ghost, then.. what else could it be?

“Look, I appreciate you checking in on me, but.. I don’t buy into this whole wilderness bullshit or whatever it is you’ve got going on, so don’t even try.” Taissa murmured, arms folding across her chest. She was hungry. She was tired. And she certainly didn’t have the energy to deal with Lottie’s chaotic imagination right now. Including the spiritual crap.

Sure, the others bought into it. Hell, Van did too. But Taissa? She was over it. “Do you even hear yourself when you say the trees talk to you?” Taissa was convinced she’d lost her mind.

How had things gotten so out of hand? It’d been almost seven years since the outbreak began, sure.. but Clementine had been holding out some hope the world would go back to how it was before. That was until tonight, that exact same hope she’d been clinging to diminishing thanks to exhaustion draining the last of her spirit.

❛ It's okay to cry. ❜ Lee’s voice sounding across the room in the darkness was enough to make her flinch. Clementine hadn’t realised she’d started sniffling. Had she woken him..?

“I’m not crying. I’m just.. tired.” A poor excuse considering tears had already began to sting at amber eyes, vision blurring at the edges. She couldn’t afford to be that scared little girl that Lee had found hiding out in her treehouse back when they’d first met. Not anymore. Not when she had AJ depending on her— speaking of whom, was still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of the conversation at hand.

Quietly clearing her throat, Clementine sat herself up to readjust her cap. “Winter’s coming to an end. Soon, the walkers are gonna get faster again..” The snow was already thawing away outside. Another worry of hers. Clementine used to hate winter, but as of recently, it’d been their saving grace more than once. “I’m not sure we’ll last on the road much longer.” A daunting thought.

The words all jumbled together in her head. She could barely hear them over the roaring of her own heartbeat in her ears. Grace’s body had long since ceased up in place, limbs locking like a deer caught in headlights. One minute she’d been running down that eerily lit hallway as fast as her legs could carry her, desperately attempting to put some distance between the dreaded screeching and shrieking emitting from behind her after leaving the safety of the light. The next? She was being tugged along by a stranger.

Fortunately, the monster in pursuit seemed to have fled after this man — Leon, Grace vaguely recalled him mentioning as he rushed up to hustle her along — had opened fire on it.

“I-I don’t know! I don’t know!” She finally found her voice in a burst of panicked breaths, pale blue eyes wide with terror as they found Leon’s stern stare. “There was a man, he kidnapped me and I.. I don’t know what he wants from me! I was at the Wrenwood h-hotel, and then I woke up here and there was this thing, a-and..” She wasn’t making any sense, even to herself. Her head throbbed and her chest hurt. Grace could barely form a coherent thought, never mind a sentence.

Bending down slightly to rest her clammy hands against her knees, Grace took a few ragged breaths. She needed to centre herself before she had a full on panic attack. “I’m sorry..”

❛ i know you’re hurting. and i can’t fix that. but i can refuse to let you hurt alone. ❜

Rebecca’s voice caused her racing train of spiralling thoughts to a screeching halt, a scoff slipping past pouted lips. Looks like she’d once again found herself the hot topic on everyone’s tongue. “So I guess you’ve heard about my recklessness then?” Her arms folded stubbornly across her chest, short fingernails absentmindedly digging into the soft skin of her palms— a habit she’d picked up and was having great difficulty trying to break during her recovery.

She was still yet to meet Rebecca’s eyes as the other woman joined her at the table, quiet buzz of the vending machine offering little comfort in the silence that followed. Although it didn’t stretch on for too long, Jill too fired up from her blazing row with Chris to not vent out her frustrations. “What’re they saying this time? ‘She’s out of control.’ Or was it.. ‘Are you sure she’s medically fit to be back here?’ ” From the concerned whispers she’d heard circulating around Chris’s squad.. could be either of those things.

They didn’t understand. There was still so much she was yet to atone for, and while she was very much aware that the blood on her hands was permanent? At least attempting to rinse them clean was better than sitting around and dwelling on the past. “I’m done with their pity.” She didn’t mean to sound so aggravated. It was just hard when the people she cared about the most seemed to have lost all faith in her abilities.

Jill Valentine

Grace Ashcroft

Moira Burton

Bela Dimitrescu

‘GRACE!!!’

Victor Gideon’s voice echoed furiously throughout the infested hallways of the clinic, causing her pulse to spike. Even with her hands clamped tightly over both ears, his voice was so loud that it made her flinch. Grace felt like she was going to pass out. Even now that her muffled sobs had subsided, she could barely catch her breath. God, she should’ve never accepted this job. It was becoming abundantly apparent that she was way out of her depth. It was miracle she’d even made it this far.

How long had she even been in hiding, quivering under a desk? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?

Breathe, Grace. Just like her mom taught her. It was time to pull herself together. After all, it wasn’t like she could stay here. Gideon would tear up this entire clinic to find her. “O-Okay.. okay, you can do this. You’ve got this.” Forcing her breaths to even out and her hands to ease away from her ears, Grace reluctantly began to crawl out from her hiding spot.. only to gasp when hearing the door swing open. Shit! Had he been waiting for her to come out!?