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To anyone who still follows this forgotten ass blog -- come dm me for my twitter i want friends ,,,
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dont mine me just coming back to see how things are after a VEYR LONG TIME
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HI IM STILL HERE!! I left for a while because I couldn’t find it in me to continue. But now I’m ready to return to the RE community! IDK if any of ya’ll are still here but HELLO. i’ve forgotten how to format too. but i’ll remember how in no time.
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i wanna change my icon again
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“the fuck? who are you?”
@notursandwich ||
She stares at this look-alike with such a bored stare–as if she had seen this many times before, “Usually there’s thin wall of glass between us, but I guess not this time.”
There had been many incidents where clones had appeared, it was only a matter of time before she saw one of herself. She just figured she was being delusional. Again.
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“anyone could tell from here.”
@hvnnigan ||
“Yeah–clearly,” there’s the slightest twinge of annoyance in her voice, masked by a humorous remark, “But I’m not there, now am I? I’m here, and I still couldn’t tell...”
If it weren’t for Hunnigan, she would have been gunned down by the red lights that fell upon her. She took a single step into the long hallway, and suddenly all lights were upon her. So bright, and crimson--like the blood that would have spilled onto the floor. She was frozen, muscles tight and unmoving.
“Is there any way to get past this, or am I just going to have to tread lightly?” She lets out a breath, eyes searching the tile beneath her for some hidden pathway for her to follow. If there was one, her eyes were blind to it; but her ear were not deaf to the voice in her head. “There’s always something crazy along the way, isn’t there?”
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five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
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PS: followers/pals from my other tumblr are free to interact with jillybean! im all about cross overs WHEEZE
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Ships and the Memes! (Accepting)
Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Jill
Who’s the one to make breakfast: Ichigo and Jill would off set it
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: They offset it
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: JILL —
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Ichigo
Who chooses the movies: They offset it
Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Jill —
Who orders lunch: They offset
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: THEY BOTH DO
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Ichigo
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Jill
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Jill?
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Jill. Just — Jill. No doubts.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: JILL if anything
Who cooks dinner: They offset
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: They share the job
Who stays up until 2 reading: Jill?
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Ichigo, Jill would more than likely pass out before he does since he has a final patrol each night.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Jill.
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As soon as she felt the hold begin to loosen, her immediate reaction was to hold on tighter. Only for a little while longer, until she eventually released, too. She couldn’t hold on forever, could she?
Jill took a small step back, looking over him as he spoke. He was so upset, so broken. This was not the same Chris she had known. No, this was a man who lost all hope for himself. The way he spoke brought such sadness in her, it broke her heart to see someone she loved dearly so despondent.
“Chris, I knew that the day he held us at gun point those years ago. And he never was who he pretended to be. He had always been nothing but a liar, a disgusting, vile man with cruel intentions.”
Wesker would never be forgiven.
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Jill lets out a soft sigh, immediately regretting having opened her mouth. This was one of many reasons why she often refrained from such lax speech when with anyone else besides her one true partner. They just didn’t understand her.
She follows Carrie down the path, silently taking note of the weapon she put away, “Fair enough.”
The path they followed was rather dark, the above sky was blocked from the heavy canopy of trees and leaves that kept any ray of sunlight from seeping through. The only light they had was coming from behind them, the descending sun giving off its final flashes of illumination. It wouldn’t be long until she would need to turn on her small flashlight, equipped on her left shoulder.
“The town should be just past this forest, keep your eyes open for anything lurking around.”
Anything as dark and menacing as the environment they were in now would surely lead to disaster, it never not did. Some awful monster was probably waiting behind a tree, preparing to lurch out at these two. It was why Jill refused to put her gun away just yet.
It was silent, except for the loud crunching of leaves beneath their feet, reminding her of the sound of flesh being ripped and devoured--it was unsettling.
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Once more she grunted, shaking her head to ignore the pain that grew within her torso. It only made her more angry, more aggressive towards the girl. She felt as if she were trying to taunt her with those kicks, testing how many times--how many more kicks until she snapped and became nothing but a feral animal, desiring the feel of fresh blood upon her hands.
Jill hissed at Carrie, tilting and snapping her neck this way and that. She almost looked as if she were twitching, like a mechanical doll or a puppet. Rage was etched all over her wrinkled face, expression as sour as ever.
She suddenly squatted down on the floor until she sprung up and dashed over to Carrie, tackling her to the ground with great force. She straddled the other girl’s waist, claws aiming to grasp at the girl’s wrists and pin her down. As she looked down at the girl there just the tiniest flash of sadness in her eyes, soon replaced with sickening, disturbing look of murder. She was overwhelmed with the want to see this girl dead, because that’s what she was told to do--right? A false command of slaughter, an execution that must be followed through.
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Jill couldn’t help but let out a snort. What a dumbass--he still didn’t regret it?
“Well, I’m here fairly early, Wesker. I don’t mind lending a hand in the work I should have done, y’know.”
She did feel awfully bad. Not only did she just do nothing at home, but her decision left her Captain exhausted on the floor. In fact, it was so strange to see him like that. The confident, usually silently cool man was lying tired on the office floor. It was actually a funny sight from an outsiders perspective.
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“For God’s sake, Wesker. If I had the audacity to even ask, don’t you think I’d mean it?” She asks, scoffing. “I’’m willing to help anyone change. You’re halfway there, I think.”
Of course, if he suddenly reverts or reveals this to be nothing more than act--he would suffer a fate worse than his previous.
“Wesker. I will only ask you once more: Will you come with me, or not?”
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Jill paid no heed to that habit of his, a hint of a human-like trait. Her followed his unseen ones behind the shades, listening to him. While he was right, Jill would want to make sure that nothing like that would occur. He did deserve every hit, like the monster he was. But Jill still wanted to give him a chance. And besides–who else would be so out of their own mind to allow a madman like him to stay with them?
“Everyone is worthy of a second chance, it’s just up to you to make it right,” she says almost like a whisper, a quiet mumble. “You could change the way people think about you. After all, I’ve had a change of heart.”
She wanted him to come with her, as insane as it sounded. She wanted to help him, fix the one who had broken her because… he was broken, too. Maybe he liked it that way. Being to different from the rest that you despised them enough to want to kill them, then later realizing that perhaps that wasn’t the best choice. It wasn’t everyday that someone like him changed his way of thinking.
His eyes were to momentarily glow from behind the shades - making it visible to Jill which already knew what this have meant. The Tyrant was distressed and maybe even angry, but there was no action coming from Wesker. Remaining still in his place, he began averting his gaze and glancing aside, collecting air into his lungs before exhaling.
“You are clearly out your mind, Jillian.” He remarked, though there was not even a hint of mockery in his voice. “Chris have worked so hard to save you, and put me down… And you’re willing to shelter the Reborn?”
He shook his head, turning away his shoulder to walk back into the nothingness he came from. “I’ve clearly broken you, in more ways than one. And taking advantage of your state of mind would be counter-productive to my cause.”
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