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"As a member of special forces, can you tell me what is the most vile thing you've ever seen during your missions?" Dead leaned into the woman's personal space. The entity herself had a wide smile on her face as the scent of sweet citrus plagued the air. Her green spiral eyes were full of want and even her mouth began to water. Still Dead would push back her desires.
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@agent-ashley-graham | continued.
“You’re good.” Jill shakes her head and places a reassuring hand on Ashley’s shoulder.
These first few days will surely be overwhelming for her, but Jill can try and make her as comfortable as possible. Getting her familiar with the place will be a good start.
“I’m a special operations agent, so I’m usually either with a partner or on my own,” Jill explains. “Agents like me handle covert operations. Infiltration. Espionage. The kind of work that demands you be quick on your feet. Get in and get out without anyone noticing. Of course, it doesn’t always work out that way. That’s why it’s nice to have at least one person watching your back.”
Walking down the hallway, she points Ashley to all the offices they pass by, the main conference room, then she comes to a stop by the break room. A few operatives are sitting at the tables or standing by the vending machines. They acknowledge the two of them with firm salutes and bright smiles, and Jill takes the time to introduce Ashley to them, some of whom will be training alongside her. Best to get her acquainted with people as soon as possible.
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joint missions are a hassle, clashing protocols always ending in some higher up deciding that their organisation has more relevance in the order of things. with the BSAA claire can usually get things done her way regardless - ironically enough people who know her brother trust her instincts by association, something claire will never really understand but knows better than to argue against. but the DSO? when it comes to them there's only so much a gossip magazine moniker can grant her.
@agent-ashley-graham : "Do you still keep in contact with Leon?"
there's a soft hum as claire's head turns toward ashley, attention still half settled on her phone screen as they wait for their debrief meeting. fingertips drumming against table surface comes to an halt - for a moment claire wonders if this is a prelude to the information that leon will be joining them on the mission. alright, she will bite... for now. "uhm, yeah. every now and then." leaning more to then lately, life always getting in the way. "we both have busy schedules..." voice trails as hand gesrures vaguely to the papers on the table. "bet you probably see him more than i do."
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You did this? ...Yeah! Yeah, I did this.
#resident evil#resident evil 4#resident evil 4 remake#re4make#ashley graham#reedit#residenteviledit#gamingladiesedit#videogamewomen#she's soooo cute#i like her in the original but i feel like her confidence building up feels a lot more subtle i guess#here it feels like you get to watch her start overcoming the doubts she had even before all this happened#she's scared obviously but to me she comes across as like. she was never that sure of herself anyway#but as the game goes on she starts becoming more confident even though she never stops being scared#but like leon tells her it's ok and normal for her to be scared#and how she says she maybe wants to be an agent in the future :)#anyway sorry for rambling in the tags. i love her#*
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girls who like girls stand UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
they are in love to me
#resident evil#ashley graham#sherry birkin#asherry#mynös art tag#agent graham au#re4#resident evil fanart#wlw
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Agent Ashley Graham
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So Ashley Graham and Mia Winters were born the same year... Mia was kidnapped by a bioweapon in 2014.... and Ashley wanted to become an agent just like Leon someday..... Mia has a thing for blondes.......... I am yurimagining.......
#I love mithan but if ethan can be polyam so can Mia!!!#Imagining Agent Graham rescuing Mia and Ethan from Eveline instead of Chris..... Mgngmgndjdrhej#Chris is there too but it's mainly Ashley#Of course I don't WANT her to become a government weapon but I'm thinking within the story aspect#Oh noooo new ship to think about constantly#Ashley would be a lesbian btw she had a weird crush on Leon but she's over it now#resident evil#Ashley Graham#Mia Winters#Omg their ship name would be Ashlia that's so pretty
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RE4 AU where luis survives and teams up with leon and ashley to take on BOWs in the future <3 luis is in love with leon and leon cant handle it properly and ashley gets a front row seat to the whole thing
#resident evil 4#resident evil 4 remake#resident evil 4 fanart#resident evil fanart#ashley graham#luis sera#leon s kennedy#i imagine that ashley is like an infiltrator#while luis is a recon agent or something#idk i dont know secret agent stuff#regardless i think ashley as a third wheel is hilarious#shes okay with it though they're all besties
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just two partners relaxing after a mission <3
#resident evil#ashley graham#manuela hidalgo#ashuela#re4#the darkside chronicles#okay i’m going to infodump about the fanfic/au of them i’ve got in my head so people understand#this is set in the og 4 timeline btw.. i had agent!ashley first capcom 💥💥#anyways after re4 Ashley decides that she wants to become an agent#because she wants to feel like leon’s equal (she really admires him and looks up to him and has a complex about it basically but it’s not#weird like it is in canon vs ashley just being very traumatized and developing a personality disorder bc of her trauma lmao)#other than that I think she doesn’t ever want to feel like she’s helpless again and she doesn’t want other people to feel that way either#she has good intentions but is still in denial about how corrupt the government is (but she is very much starting to learn bc her father is#a total POS and she’s gonna realize how little he actually cares about her pretty quickly)#re4r made her a little too patriotic for me but that’s beside the point#Manuela is also an agent who was training around the same time as Ashley but her role is much different due to her BOW status#she’s also been in american gov custody since she was 15 and she does Not like them#I’m still going back and forth with how I write Manuela but she knows how expendable she is and knows they only keep her so she doesn’t get#traded off in the BOW black market and become of use to someone dangerous to the gov#there is a lot more about the progression of their relationship and their dynamic as a partner team but i’ll save it for the fic#unrelated to the plot AS FOR THEIR DESIGNS. i realized too little too late how DMC looking ashley is 😭 but it’s fine#I based her design off of her 3.5 design and my own personal spins#manuela’s outfit is much less elaborate because . she doesn’t want it to. catch on fire . LMAO.#I want to give her more outfits for Off the job scenes and really elaborate on the sense of style she develops when she’s on her own#also LET HER HAVE BURN SCARS?? I know that because she’s a BOW she would probably. heal much faster and her body would regenerate#but that’s lame so she gets to have at least Some scarring. capcom writing be damned#oh also this isn’t relevant to their overall stories either but they are both so autistic .. manuela listens to music to decompress#and calm down after stressful missions and she also hums/sings as a stim okay thank you that’s all
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@agent-ashley-graham
"But I want you to bite"
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#guess who?#not my artwork#Ashley#i am so done with armor! didn't i just say i was done? this sucks! | ashley graham#maybe someday i'll be an agent like you. we could protect the US from any and all threats! | agent verse
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it took me ten years, a solid week of dedicated playing in the evenings, a lot of deaths (and i mean a lot--roughly six hours of deaths), generous use of earplugs, stealing my brother's charging cord for his steam deck (which is how i played it), more than a few near rage quits, and a whole remake, but...
i finally beat resident evil 4.
#re4 remake#resident evil 4#leon s kennedy#agent pretty boy#ashley graham#ada wong#re4#re4make#luis serra#ashley is useless and most of leon's deaths were her fault but she's cute so i don't hate her#leon is the loml#i will forever mourn luis#ada sucks and i hate her#i'm here for the ada slander#leon 'pretty boi' kennedy#capcom#now i get to choose between attempting hardcore to get ashley's armor or just moving on to another re game#i might try hardcore tho#for the bragging rights
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A young man with dark purple hair, around 5’6. Is a bit shy but ultimately a good person and has a strange book with him. (For anyone)
(Oh I wonder who this could be lol)
Sigal: "Sounds like someone who needs love. I would love to date him"
Violet: "Oh my I need to find out about the book.....I don't see why we couldn't date...just need to know them better"
Loden: "That would be great I love meeting new people"
Tourmaline: "No"
Ashely: "Sorry.....i'm more into assertive type though fooling around wouldn't be out of the question"
Xenia: "The height don't bother me everyone is shorter then me...so I suppose would it be if you were ok with me"
#answered#I don't have cute names for these things I should come up with some#Team-vlts#xenia rp#agent ashley graham
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old ashley/asherry pieces i still rly like :3333
#i still love this agent graham design i should draw it more#asherry#ashley graham#shery birkin#resident evil#re4#resident evil fanart#mynös art tag#old art#the dog comes from that one picture in id and her name is tracker <3
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They said a stalker’s boon was preparedness, but not even the events of the past years could have prepared Schwarzwalders for when the tides turned. Stalkers were always seen as an under-class. People to be avoided, on par with the poor. But Germany took it to a greater extreme, where stalkers were told to not exist, usually very violently and without a trace. The erasure of their very existence made Schwarzwalders uneasy and quiet, unsettling in normal crowds of normal people.
That changed when the world outside ended, when the Schwarzwald breathed her heaviest and swallowed not only the security walls and fences and cordons, but the world outside of it as well. The monstrous temperamental Zone had added another staggering twenty miles to her girth and thirty to her height, effectively swallowing the corner that had been France, Switzerland, and Germany in a seemingly-endless sea of dense forest and craggy mountains.
Now, survivors had swarmed into the territory of the ancient wood and it was Schwarzwalders who had stepped in to help the uneducated survive. Stalkers were no longer a subclass of people, they were saviors, and the shift was still staggering to most of them here. It felt strange to be seen and even liked to some degree, even if they tried to keep people from penetrating further in, passed the Threshold, into the forest propers and among the features and inhabitants that made Schwarzwald so treacherous to any who did not know the mechanics. There were few of the more stone-etched rules here in the new fringes. It allowed for more to better survive.
Along the eastern fringes was a structure that still stood, in a clearing, even after the final expansion. Built like a house with the aesthetics of the most common structures of the area, with hand-carved embellishments alongside pine and oak, the steep peaked roofs and dormers, a wrapping porch, and illuminated by black iron carriage lights that had the flicker of flames in them. The lights were electric, the flames fake. Like the rest of the tavern was powered, it was a mystery when the influence of Schwarzwald was so close by.
There are simply some things you do not ask about, only accept.
A mantra that kept people alive in Zones. Things happened. Indescribable things. Things that should not be anywhere near possible, but were. Stalkers always said that to survive, you did not question these things. Simply accepted them as natural, and so far, it seemed to keep people who took refuge in the overgrown fringes alive. It held true here, as well.
Wulf knew it well, exiting the front doors for a quick puff of smoke as part of her break, regarding once more with a mild curiosity the flickering lights on the porch and those by the sign at the end of the driveway. A tall woman, with piercing eyes and an overzealous mane of hair, she struck an intimidating profile. It didn’t take her long to sit and settle on the railing of the porch with a relaxing sigh, packing a pinch of loose tobacco into her pipe before lighting it and beginning to puff on it.
A small encampment had put down roots surrounding the tavern, shanty houses and tents around group firepits. Many of them were other stalkers, but there were some who had been civilians in a time in the past. So far, they seemed to get along with each other and with the tavern itself, and she offered a nonchalant wave of greeting to a few members of it as they climbed the stairs to the front doors. After them, the evening grew quiet.
It didn’t stay quiet for long. The trees surrounding the clearing plot began to groan, creaking wood at volumes so loud and frequencies so low that the structure for the tavern itself rumbled with it as though responding. It rolled around for a brief moment before it rumbled off into the distance, replaced in Wulf’s ears with the sound of whispering voices. Schwarzwald was speaking, but the words were muddled and hard to make out. Her brow furrowed a little in trying to make sense of it.
The sound of the chains holding the bench swing on the porch reached her, a slow creak and a jingle of metal. Her head turned slowly to look at it. A stout old woman, wearing long skirts and frilling tops with an intricately embroidered cap on her greyed head, was sitting on the cushions of the swing. It came to a slow halt while Wulf offered the woman a crooked smirk.
“Aaaah, Oma. Was not expecting your visit tonight...” she hummed, an undertone of affectionate familiarity to the anomaly.
Her response was a low chuckle, like a cluster of wind clacking leaves, followed by a voice made of the murmur of creaking wood and humming insects. “O My Child of Blood and Bone. It is not a simple visit that brings me here tonight. I come with a message, the same I give to my others here at this time. Visitors come to the east border.”
“Feeling a little more wild tonight, hm?” Wulf poked with some nonchalance before looking toward the end of the front walk and beyond that. The eastern boundary huh... “From that exclusion zone southeast of here, I assume?”
The seat began to rock again, the groan and clink of chains rhythmic with the breeze playing low along the ground. “Perhaps. Wherever they are from, it is a place my influence does not reach. I only noticed them when they entered where I can see.”
Wulf could only nod, puffing at her pipe for a second in thought before pushing with a little effort to stand and stretch. “Are the others coming, then?”
“The Raven and The Hare are on their way. I send The Fawn to you as well. The rest are too far from here to properly greet any guests.”
“Right. Well. I can’t go too far from the tavern just yet...”
“...As I know...”
“...So I’ll wait at the end of the path. If the others arrive in time, I’ll send them for you.” the taller woman stated, walking with relaxed -yet purposeful- steps toward the porch entry.
“I know I can count on you to maintain my peace.” the old woman whisped in her ear behind her. “But if they are naughty little pigs, GiVe Me ThEiR bOnEs...”
The low emphasis on the last command ticked something in the back of Wulf’s conscious mind. She could feel it, a pull on a metaphorical chain only she could feel against the nature of the command given. It wasn’t time yet, she told it, it would have to wait until conditions were met.
Oma was gone again before Wulf had left the porch, leaving the creaking porch swing behind. It wasn’t long before she arrived at the end of the walk, standing next to the wooden sign framed in wrought iron with Kreuzungs Taverne carved and stained in scroll font on the front. Standing next to one of the flickering carriage lights, she waited for either her brethren to meet up with her or the newcomers to arrive first.
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#RP#Starter#agentashleygraham#agent ashley graham#V: Resident Picnic#S: TBD#sorry this took so long! trying to juggle work and writing a new setting haaa#hope it works out
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"Look at this EDGE LORD." - ashley
Leon freezes, mid-step ahead of her, his expression confused with brows furrowed, realization donning that, yes, he really was being bullied by a teenage girl right now, before he turns to face Ashley, expression solidifying into obvious offense. "...Daddy's money."
#he's not above arguing w/ a teenage girl ashley#you lucked out in having the pettiest agent to come and rescue you#» 🕊️ ﹕ incoming transmission. (inbox.) ❧#leon mocking vc: MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS!!! girl shut up or i'm taking you through the mcdonalds drive-thru just for a black coffee#★ ashley graham. ︴erobret. ❧
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