|| I finally started watching Vendetta and the realization of how similar Savanna is to Rebecca is…horrifying to me. I swear I had no intention of that.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶!" Rising Rookie Rebecca. Raccoon City survivor. Virology student. #residentevilrp / #strangerthingsrp crossover. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Banter and other interactions welcome. Post-RE3. Post-ST S5.

ᅟ ᅟ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙶𝚈 𝑪͟𝑯͟𝑰͟𝑳͟𝑫͟. ᅟ ᅟ

༄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🧇 jane "el" hopper. the experiment. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. #strangerthings / #residentevil au. ships w/chem. banter and other interactions welcome. ♡+ ↺

|| Playing DBD with my duo as Rebecca, went against a Wesker. Match lasted 7 minutes. I wish I was joking. That's fucking phenomenal.

Yes, it’s almost midnight. Yes, that’s an iced coffee in her hands. What about it?

|| wanting to like all the starter calls but being afraid of coming off as annoying 🥀

Don't get her wrong, she's not completely defenseless. Her dad 𝘪𝘴 a cop, don't forget. She's just out of practice. College and a job doesn't really leave much time for self-defense practice.

|| I know I've been MIA today, which is unusual for me (but likely a relief for most of you), but I had a busy morning and then I took my kid to get her ears pierced, and I got my lip pierced, and it hurts, and I'm tired. So I'll just be playing DBD with my bestie and lurking. Replies tomorrow 💜

She has once again broken into an old unused building. This time, however, she's studying on the roof. The stars are pretty tonight, and she's not about to miss a chance to enjoy that cool spring air.

|| suddenly it's 3:15 a.m. again, whoops. I go to bed now, and tomorrow I go to work and 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 write a solo that's been brewing in my brain just so I can get more of Savannah out there for people to see.

i can’t sleep， it feels like like the whole world is watching me.

♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸 Minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship w/ friends only.

[ @mortaledge.bsky.social ] Savannah had always had a knack for getting into trouble. She had broken into the S.T.A.R.S. office several times back when her father was on the force just for some quiet time, and it had often ended in her being grounded. Now, however, at 23 years old, she seemed +

|| Like for a short starter Repost for me to appear in your DMs for plotting

|| spending $70 at our local coffee shop is why we only come here once a month 🥀

    ┕━━━ 𝗔𝗗𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗚                                  〔 ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴀʀʏ 〕 ❝ 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍. ❞  ⿻ 𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒.  ⿻ 𝖱𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋.                      ↺ + ♡

|| I would love to write with people and explore Savannah's dynamic with a lot of characters, so if anyone would like to write please let me know. I'm off work today, so I'll be lurking around while playing OG RE as escapism.

i feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

She's just here for the conversations and gossip, if she's honest. If any parts pop out, she's also out.

She's just--

In theory? She’d try to beat him up. In reality? Probably have a panic attack and cry.

She used to look up to him back in those days. She respected him, and truthfully would be willing to at least hear him out. Good thing for him that she doesn’t know of what he was really doing.

A small laugh fell from her at his comment, head shaking some as she let it fade into a sigh. “I’m either a genius or psychopath. I’ll let you know which after I get my degree. What about you? What do you do??” Surely some friendly conversation would be a welcomed distraction.

|| I had an idea for a solo SL and I’m curious: would anyone read it if I wrote it?

i only know how to exist when i'm wanted.

|| At work randomly thinking about the fact that Savannah never actually saw a zombie. She just saw the dogs.

23 years old and her dad still gets her an Easter basket. What does he think she is, a child?? Anyways, she’ll be stuffing her face with chocolate eggs if anyone needs her.

“The only thing they’re good for is a hangover. Honestly I don’t even know how half of them are legal.” Her nose scrunched up at the thought of them.

|| screaming crying throwing up I hate retail before a holiday someone please kidnap me and let me go home so I can write and play my little horror puzzle game

Both of her brows lifted at the way she casually said that, and a moment of silence grew over her for the first time since they met. It only lasted a moment, though. "Well, I hope you at least got something good. Some of those meals taste like plastic mixed with sulfuric acid and Styrofoam."

Giggling is a good sign. It means the other woman is at least relaxing a little. She had seemed on edge when the two met. “Alright, just Nyx then. It’s a kickass name, anyways.” Savannah glanced around, just to make sure they were still alone, and once satisfied that they were, she looked +

A small head tilt and look of thought came over her, then a small nod of approval. “If you like Sav better, it can be our little thing. And I can call you Ny? Maybe Nyxie?”

|| I'm getting ready for work, but please feel free to interact with this thread if you're interested in writing 💜 I'll get to everything as soon as I can

"Nyx?" A low whistle leaves her lips. "That's a really pretty name. Much better than 'Savannah'. Shorter, too. I've always thought my name was a little long, so I usually have my friends call me just Vana." Conversation always helped keep things from getting too awkward between strangers.

“Of course! Lead the way. I’m Savannah.” Her look of concern turned to friendliness as she nodded for the girl to start, arms crossing over her stomach. Her backpack held her study materials, leaving her arms free to defend the two of them if needed.

The nervous air around the other woman wasn't missed by Savannah, and the longer the two stood near each other, the greater the look on her face turned from apologetic to concern. The student briefly glanced behind the stranger, then finally looked back, her voice far calmer than before. "Hey, +

in another universe， my window is open and i'm laying on the floor. i am twelve years old. nothing bad has happened to me yet.

Glancing over her -- mainly to make sure she hadn't knocked anything out of the woman's hands -- Savannah used her free hand to push her hair behind her ear, shaking her head. "Hey, don't apologize. I'm the one who was looking behind them. It's completely my fault. I'm just not used to +

"These," she gestured to the pile, "are the notes I've taken all semester for biology and anatomy. Finals are coming up. But you gotta start somewhere for your dreams, right?" A tired smile was offered his way, a hand held out for a handshake. She needed the break. "Savannah."

| @theboogeywoman.bsky.social | It should've been a normal night after work. She had gotten out early and headed to a coworker's house to study, but little did she realize her coworker would allow her to fall asleep on the couch. Now, she had to rush home before her dad worried. Barely paying +

|| I want to interact with more people and make new friends but I also don't want to come off as that annoying new OC, so please just ignore my ramblings OOC because it's how I work through my anxieties of talking to new people.

Did she plan on continuing her studies? Absolutely. Did she plan on actually keeping her head down? Absolutely not. But he didn't need to know that. Not now, at least. "One can only hope. Thanking you later means you live long enough for me to thank you." Shooting him one last smile, she +

At this point, Savannah could tell she was fighting a losing battle -- there was no chance she would be able to convince him that she was going to be any help. Still, she wasn't going to give up her dreams a second time, and just offered him a smile, eyes turning back to the window. "Whatever you +

He wasn't the first to tell her to keep her head down, and she knew he wouldn't be the last, but she couldn't sit back and let others die like the rest of her family had. A shrug followed his words, her weight shifting slightly from one leg to the other. "Maybe I am, but without new fighters +