「 I made a personal blog ➞ @phangoria

this is where I'll reblog random shit but also post my cosplays (working on an RE one right now!) 」

We need more contents of Ada in this hairstyle, even Leon loves it... he told me himself

Models, as usual, can be found here! https://renderhub.com/dazcover

saying my name is so intimate why would you do that to me

⟴ @fiercehearts

ೃ⁀➷ As Ada seemingly casually tended to the wound on her forearm, she wondered how much intel Chris had. Did he even know that she never turned the amber over to Wesker? That it was still in her possession, locked away somewhere safe and far away? She'd kept it to purposely keep it out of the hands of someone dangerous like her former client. Surely a safe place for it would be the BSAA. Yet Ada wasn't yet sure who she could trust. Government organizations had too many leaks and the parasite was something that couldn't afford to slip through.

Deciding to stitch the cut later, Ada wrapped it tightly to stifle any bleeding. When Chris mentioned Leon, she turned a very annoyed gaze on him. "A soft side? He must have been dreaming," she replied with irritation, wondering just how much the DSO agent has talked about her. "If you want information from little ol' me, you're going to have to try harder than this, Redfield. You have what, five men surrounding this apartment right now?"

ADA WONG HAD BEEN ON THEIR RADAR FOR QUIET A WHILE NOW , BUT IT WASN‘T LIKE SHE WAS TROUBLE. she did her job and in a way chris did respect that , in a way he couldn‘t even blame her. they were all here to survive somehow , but he wasn‘t too happy about the fact her latest client used whatever strain she had stolen for him to attack a small village. „ thank god this isn‘t our first date then, huh ? “ , he replied with a small smirk , blue hues never leaving her , watching every movement. he came upstairs without a weapon , well expect for his knife , for reasons , because he didn‘t want this to escalate. „ i‘m not going to lie to you , a few of the guys would love to see you in handcuffs and locked away , but i am not here to lock you up , even though you might be a thorn in our operation. “ , he replied , as he pushed himself up to move closer.

„ nothing you‘re going to do is going to stop them when you‘re trying to flee or shoot. “ , he said as he nodded towards the kitchen and he let out a soft sigh. „ we just need information about your latest client. and i‘m aware you won‘t to spill so easily , so what do you want ? expect you want to be charged for murder as well. “ , chris asked , head tilting to the side. „ but leon told me you‘ve got a soft side , so gimme details ada. anything i can work with and we‘ll be out of your hair. “

「 oh no, I'm so stupid. I guess I never read Leon's background in detail, as in how his family was killed. it's basically the same story I gave Ada for her family being killed. that was absolutely not intentional and now I need to revisit my Ada's background... 」

ೃ⁀➷ "And you must be stupid if you think I'm going to back down."

ㅤㅤ" you must be crazy if you think I'LL GIVE IN SO EASILY , @thespyinred "

⟴ @notyetdeadkennedy ➞ dead by daylight shenanigans

ೃ⁀➷ Unsure of how much time had really passed since the fog took Ada to the realm, she had to assume it had been months at least. She'd played countless games and was starting to get the hang of it. One thing she hadn't yet encountered, though, was a familiar face. At least on her own team. Running from Wesker like some coward sure as hell wasn't her favorite activity.

Appearing at the campfire next to Leon, of all people, came as a shock to the spy. They didn't have time to talk, though, as the match started almost immediately. He was still wearing his RPD uniform and she wondered if he was taken the same time that she was. As the game stretched on, Ada pushed all thoughts of her familiar teammate from her mind and focused on the task at hand.

The match was a brutal one. One of their teammates had died and Ada had been hooked once. It was the end, though, the gates were opened and all that was needed now was to outrun the Hag that chased them. Bill had made it out the far gate when Ada had just opened hers. She turned to see Leon barreling her way, but the Hag was close behind. "Leave it to me to save your ass again," she mumbled to herself as she prepared to run out and distract the killer.

Before she had a chance, though, Ada was in awe as she watched Leon vault a fence, do some fancy maneuvering around some junk, and stunned the Hag with a pallet. Back in Raccoon City, while he was no withering flower, it was still clear that he was wet behind the ears. This Leon, however, seemed to know exactly what he was doing. It was a surprise, and if Ada were being honest, kind of hot.

She watched for a moment as he ran past her towards the exit, then quickly followed suit, just out of the killer's reach. Back at the safety of the campfire, Ada wasted no in time slinking up to the man from her past. "Of all the people to find myself with in this place," she teased. "Those weren't bad moves for a rookie."

ೃ⁀➷ The incredulity of Ada saying 'zombies' wasn't a surprise. The spy merely smiled to herself as she kept working, answering his question by not answering at all. Her life was complicated at best, and though the night she'd been plucked from wasn't the best she'd ever had, it seemed pretty on par for her work. Mostly on par, anyway. Those blue eyes still rattled her in a way.

It wasn't until Mike went on to explain what his world was like that she actually raised a brow, leaning around the generator to look at him. There was no point in not believing it, the evidence of such a crazy night was splattered all over him in the manner of cuts, bruises, and missing fingers. "Wow. Impressive," she commented before going back to her work. "A hungry spirit... like the Native American lore? You know, zombies suddenly don't seem that far fetched."

A beep signaled the generator to be up and running again, activating the gates, and Ada stood, scanning the area. Brown eyes returned to the man who looked like he'd been dragged through hell in jeans and a white tank top. "Alright, John McClane, the nearest gate's to the left. Stay low and keep up." She crouched and carefully began to make her way through the tall grass.

ㅤAda was far more practical than Mike had perhaps ever been, but he was also a social creature and keeping his mouth shut in a life or death situation was basically only reserved for when sound would get someone killed, so chatting over a generator was a little more common for him right from the start, even if it was sometimes just bitching. He liked to get to know the people he was trying to keep alive, and probably dying with. Ada was someone he didn't know a whole lot about, so when she said she'd been taken in the midst of a zombie takeover, he faltered in his working to gape at her for a second. "Are you serious? Zombies?" he hissed, certainly thinking to the monster that had shown up when Leon and Jill had - with his zombies, but the asshole that was chasing them around didn't have zombies.

ㅤ"Uh, well, it wasn't zombies for me. You ever heard of a 'hungry spirit'? I had the extreme displeasure of killing a couple of the dried prune bastards, surviving like 4 explosions, cutting off a few fingers and freezing my ass off on a mountain in a blizzard and getting dunked in a cave river, only to wind up here," he rattled off, cracking a grin out of the side of his mouth that was bloodied like he didn't even feel it anymore, and the truth was that he was so used to the bullshit that he didn't usually. Frankly, he was impressed that she'd pointed out the black eye and not the hand. "Longest night of my life."

⟴ @fiercehearts

ೃ⁀➷  The mention of Leon gave Ada pause, a knowing smirk on her face as she studied the other man. Had her unwitting partner in crime been talking about her? She could only imagine what Leon would have to say about her. It was intriguing, but a matter to be shelved for a later time. "Don't worry your pretty little head about me and my job. I have it under control." It was true. She'd already retrieved the sample she needed and was now just trying to make a clean getaway.

"I were you, I'd be more concerned about getting out of here." She raised her gun, for a moment looking as though she were going to aim it at Chris, then she shot to the left of him, taking out another zombie that had been ambling down the hall.

CHRIS TURNED TOWARDS HER , A SMALL SMIRK PERKING UP ON THE CORNER of his lips , as his blue hues roamed over her features. „ i‘m aware of that , but i wouldn‘t think of leon as a drooling braindead guy. “ , he admitted with a small smirk perking up on the corner of his lips , as he gave her a soft nod as response. „ yeah , didn‘t look in trouble , but i‘m just curious what you want here. there‘s nothing else for you to accomplish. not that it‘s any of my business , but i‘m also not watching you ruin my mission here. “

ೃ⁀➷ It almost felt insulting that the higher up's felt the need for Ada to have an escort. She preferred to work alone and felt that she'd proved to excel at just that. Umbrella, apparently, knew a thing or two about the BOW's that were overrunning the Moscow lab and assigned her someone to watch her back. At least the view was nice, but if he held her up in anyway, Ada would have no problem in leaving him. So far, Carlos was proving to be handy as he barricaded the door. "Let's just hope you're the type of date to pick up the bill at the end of the night," she said as she threw a smirk towards him over her shoulder.

At his hurry, however, Ada paused and stared at him with a deadpan look as though to prove that she wasn't worried in the slightest. A moment passed and the computer beeped, confirming that everything she needed had been copied to the thumb drive. She grabbed it and put it safely in her pouch before heading towards the seemingly safe door. She pulled out her gun and moved swiftly down the hall. There was a loud crash and up ahead, a door was smashed in, three zombies pouring out. "Oh darling! Looks like the check's arrived." She held her ground and fired at the closest one.

ㅤMikhail had been very specific about his orders - Carlos was to escort Wong on her mission and ensure her safety in a situation that they all knew was starting out tits up and only getting worse. Containment would be accomplished because the lab offered no escape for the BOWs and the rest of the UBCS was doing a much more coordinated sweep than this nightmare trip Wong was dragging him along for. They'd found what she was looking for, from the looks of things, and he was absolutely nosy enough to glance that way, not that he caught anything that made much sense to him in her rapid search. He wasn't stupid, but the kind of science they did in these labs was above his knowledge base in biology and chemistry.

ㅤ"Nah, not really the type to leave a date behind," he told her, headed for the door they'd come in after confirming there was another door and that it was quiet on that side. Hopefully it was an alternate exit, since he was pushing whatever looked heavy and mobile enough to barricade the door with in front of the one they'd come in. If he was blocking the only exit, he'd just let the threats converge there and toss a grenade through whatever hole they managed to make like a party favor. With a grunt, he glanced her way again. "I'll rush a date, though. Make it fast or it's gonna get real messy."

hello, ada wong my beloved

ೃ⁀➷ Saddler was every bit as pompous as Ada remembered. Worse than his nauseatingly ugly tentacles was his ongoing pontification about a god that Ada was pretty sure was nothing more than a prehistoric bug. She always hated the religiously zealot types, but something about the way Saddler spun his words to put himself on a pedestal really irked the mercenary. Raising her chin, Ada set her defiant brown eyes on her captor, pushing through the painful pounding inside her skull. Whatever he had hit her with sure did the trick, but she could feel herself regaining control in her body.

She let him ramble on about humans' social lives and her 'tribulations'. It wasn't until he posed the question that a sarcastic snort escaped Ada. "In my experience, not many people walk away from a rocket blast and deep throating a large scepter." She gave a little shrug as though she weren't entirely impressed. "But what do I know? Weirder things happen every day in this fucked up world."

After witnessing the horrors in Valdelobos, she had an inkling why she was still alive. It seemed that Saddler's main M.O. was to infect others and turn them towards his cult. There was no way in hell that Ada was going to let herself be infected. Again. She had to keep him talking so that she could formulate a plan. More time spent meant more time that she could take in their surroundings and look for any weak points.

"So what's the play this time, Saddler? You lost your followers, all your little minions. You lost your hideout in Valdelobos. You think you can just rebuild again so easily? I think I know a couple of people who'd have an opinion on that."

-;┊ 𓆙 𝕮𝕺𝕹𝕿. ; ◥ - 𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆 𓆙      —       " I don't know, " she said, trying to regain her cool. " I could think of a couple more things scarier than silence. " What could he want? She didn't know if this was for revenge or if he knew that she'd stolen a sample of the amber.... & kept it from Wesker.

The Spy was a formidable opponent & tested him in ways he had not formally experienced in decades... if not centuries. The last adversary that challenged was 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖, harnessed throughout the generations to battle any form of demonic creature. Sword & musket had been replaced by blade & pistol in HER time, but to him EVERYTHING was the same. These were tools & artificial extensions of the human body, if not used as playthings. They were not weapons of the flesh, but material toys that could be broken or turned against them. Metal & plastic would inevitably fail, but HIS cellular regeneration was nigh immortal.

It would cost no effort to dispose of her in such a vulnerable position ; But Lord Saddler WOULD respect her fighting prowess. Perhaps her loyalty could be bought. Perhaps she was a human who could be reasoned with. The woman was shrouded in mystery & kept her cards close to her chest, but as a parasite, he naturally desired to infiltrate & take that which did not belong. More doors opened to him the longer she was kept ALIVE.

" 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 --- 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩. 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔱. " Severing the bonds would prove too risky. Relocating her from the chair would invite a second confrontation. Ada succumbing to death in his custody would enrage The Holy Body, for it would be one less hollowed vessel to serve. Shockingly, as a gesture of good-will OR to lure the victim into a false sense of security, there was a gentle prod into her wellbeing: " 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥, 𝔪𝔶 𝔳𝔞𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫. ℑ𝔣 𝔦𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔡. "

Proselytization was abandoned as Osmund boarded an alternative, more INSIDIOUS course. Given he had an everlasting amount of time to wait, he would sprinkle tastes of freedom here & there to negotiate with his newfound hostage. The Amber was stolen long ago, but hope remained --- for he could feel, HEAR it's voice trapped within hardened resin, still.

" ℑ𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔰… 𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤. " Not necessarily at her expense, but he couldn't help but chuckle. " ℑ 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡? "

ೃ⁀➷ Ada caught the bottle easily and turned it over in her hand to inspect the contents within. It looked legit. She didn't know what it was to be used for, but such details weren't part of her job. She was a professional and did as she was told. As brown eyes narrowed on the golden amber, though, she couldn't help the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She'd seen far too many nightmares in the little Spanish town to make her think that it could be used for anything good. Securing it safely in one of her pouches, Ada brought her gaze back up to Luis. She arched an eyebrow at Leon's name. "He has a knack for doing that," she agreed. Then she pulled her gun out and checked the safety before heading towards a door that would lead to the upper levels. "I think I've seen enough sights for a lifetime. There's a helicopter on its way. Come on and stay close. Those things might be busy with our mutual friend right now, but they're still crawling all over this place."

@thespyinred : "wipe that cute, smug look off your face."

smug didn't even scratch the surface, lips curl into a smirk as he watched ada. he was resourceful and she would soon see that, even if it meant nearly dying beneath the castle by the hands of krauser. holding onto the amber that secured his safety, he shakes the bottle from side to side a little before tossing it to her. ❛ i told you i'd get it, had a bit of ... help from leon too. ❜ if it wasn't for leon, he's certain that his life would've ended in those mines. it's not something he wants to think too deeply on. moving closer and pulling out his pack of cigarettes, he pulls one out and puts it between lips before lighting it. ❛ now what do you say we get out of here, yeah ? unless you want to do some more sightseeing. ❜

「 the muse is high and I want to do stuff! particularly, I'd love to plot out some dynamics or even pre-established relationships.

please note that I'm multi-ship and Ada is bi. I also love relationships that aren't romantic. Ada needs friends, enemies, frienemies, familial people, fuck buddies, etc. yes, some of these are very difficult for Ada to have, but I'm still down to talk out ideas and see what happens.

⟴  give this post a like if you want me in your dm's to plot dynamics!

⟴ and if you prefer to wing it, this is my starter meme tag 」

「 ada has no doubt your leon will think of something 😉 @notyetdeadkennedy 」