--- and these are their untold stories.

Christina, but you can call me Chris. 30+. Indie multi-muse RP blog for OCs and canon muses from various fandoms such as Resident Evil, The Last of Us, Terminator, Pandorum, RDR2 & more. There will be mature themes such as horror, gore, violence, dark angst, romance / smut. Triggers will be tagged accordingly of course.

My biggest rule is HAVE FUN. Your health comes first, I’d prefer for you to take care of yourself more than getting a reply from you. I only ask that you show the same patience and respect in return.

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Forgive me. I've cut ties with people who caused me stress and made me feel as if I had to walk on eggshells. I've realized that if I come back here, I am at risk of experiencing that again and I can't have that. I'm happy where I am with my girlfriend and moving on with my life after the traumatic losses I've endured the last few years. I have to put my happiness and mental health first.

I will check back every now and then for messages. Otherwise, please take care of yourselves.

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UPDATE AS OF MARCH 27TH, 2026.

I missed Alice so I've moved her to her own blog, same old url before this if you know what it is. Otherwise, message me for it if you are interested. Activity on it will still be low / medium.

I do hope everyone is doing well though and taking care of themselves, especially through hard times these days. Be smart and play safe.

No Moral Compass

You are cold, analytical, and you strive to be as objective as a person of flesh and blood can be. Either don't understand the concepts of good and evil, or you understand it perfectly and think it's a load of bull. Some may call you selfish, some may call you unfeeling, but you're just doing what you believe will yield the best results, plain and simple. Why bother with petty ideals of right or wrong when you can do what will actively help those you give a fuck about? Your goals may be selfish or noble or anything in between, but you will not let anyone make you feel like garbage for going after them. You couldn't care less about what people brand you as. You just care about getting shit done by any means necessary.

spice : old bay spice

weather event / natural disaster : rain & hail / tsunami

colour : sea blue

colour of the sky : sky blue

planet : europa or neptune

animal : sharks, whales, dolphins. pretty much any sea life.

houseplant : sea lavender

weapon :  staff

subject / major : oceanography / marine biology

gemstone / mineral : pearls, quartz, coral.

make-up product : ice blue eyeshadow

candy: peppermint

fear : losing control over self

method of long-distance travel : horseback and by ship

art style : marine art (or maritime art)

historical period : age of exploration, the viking age.

wood : teak and cedar

mythological creature : Circe

three emojis : 🌊 ⚓ 😒

celestial body : stars

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 ( RE films )

𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 ( RDR 2 )

𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐫 ( Dying Light )

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 ( WoW )

𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 ( WoW )

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞 ( original character )

𝐍𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 ( Pandorum / sort of an OC because of the information I added to the very little background provided in the movie. )

Tagged: @tornsaviors

((@builttosave for Alice in her movie verse!))

"Sounds like you had quite the dull life then," Alice joked with a soft laugh. She must look exhausted, because she sure feels like it. Like she hadn't slept in months. Most sleep she had was when she was knocked out for a few hours.

Last time she'll ever turn her back to another survivor.

"I wouldn't even give you the story if it was possible. Not the story you'd want to live, take my word." Suddenly, she's really, really thirsty so she chugs the water bottle she found during one of her scavenging runs. It was a miracle-- like finding the pot of gold.

"And what about you, hm? That is if you don't mind sharing your story." She glances at Claire as she shoves the empty bottle in her backpack, genuinely curious about how the other survivor came to be in this situation. Maybe a part of it is pure caution. A habit of hers, searching for ANY indicators of one's possible involvement with Umbrella Corporation.

((K-Mart and Alice!))

Beautiful and almost unreal. Only almost unreal because this felt more like a dream than reality. Something neither of them had seen for, what-- years? They were used to seeing dead things, hearing silence and standing in empty spaces. Well, not so much silence for Alice with all the whispering from the virus. But you get the point.

Alice was quiet as she sat on the edge of the dock, boot-clad feet dangling over water. Just staring ahead with the occasional glance at the passing ships. It was a slow process, taking in the fact they were among civilization again. The kind that didn't want to eat you alive or stab you for a bag of canned food.

For a moment, Alice felt... afraid. Truly afraid. That all of this would disappear again and she would be somehow responsible for it.

((Catalina and Alice!))

Say what again? Alice had to take a moment and look at the other woman in a certain manner-- almost like Catalina had sprouted a second head or something. Baffled by such words. So much that her initial response was a laugh, almost scornful. Certainly void of mirth or amusement.

Eyes darkened with a quiet anger, muscles in her neck and shoulders suddenly tense and she takes a slow, deep breath. Followed by a rough exhale.

"I don't know what in the world gave you the idea I would think of such... utter crap." She scoffs. "It's hard to think you're perfect when you've been turned into a freak against your own will, but you wouldn't know anything about that and I'm sure as hell glad you don't." The look she gives with the last comment is pointed.

It was true. Alice didn't want anyone else to feel what she felt, didn't want anyone to live with what she had to. Fighting for control over your own body and emotion, every single day.

She was still reasonably pissed off. Luckily they only got her in the arm-- just unfortunate it wasn't a flesh wound this time. Bastard wasn't 'fighting to survive'... a blind person could've seen the lie a mile away. No, this person was playing God and thinking he could get whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted. When she didn't comply to his ludicrous demand, he decided to TRY take it by force and failed. Miserably.

She didn't want to end his life, but unfortunately she was given no choice in the messy situation. It was either her, or him.

"Don't." Her voice was hoarse when Isabella began to pull her into the blonde's lap, her own body tensing up by pure instinct and she stood. She really tried to not let her breath shake, but it did anyway when she made eye contact with the other woman. "I'm sorry. It's... it's not you. I just-- I need a minute."