#004. // headcanons.

[trainhymns]

⠀◟ ִֶָ ⠀ set a time then i showed up

kate wrapped her arms tightly around herself as though holding herself together was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. javi watched her carefully, concern etched across his face. the silence between them stretched, heavy with the weight of what hadn’t been said.

“kate,” javi said softly, his voice breaking through the quiet. he reached out carefully, placing a gentle hand on her upper arm, trying to offer her some sense of comfort. his fingers lightly brushed her skin, a tentative gesture, as though he was afraid to break her any further.

kate didn’t look at him. she adverted her gaze away, her arms hugged her chest even tighter. “i’m fine,” she muttered, but the tremble in her voice betrayed her. “i thought i could handle it, you know? going back out there, facing the storms again after… after everything.”

“you’ve been handling it,” javi said quietly, in that tone he’d always used to try and soothe her. “we’re still here because of you.” we. we…it wasn’t all we. there had been more than just the two of them to be we.

“no,” she snapped, shaking her head. “i’m not handling it. i’m… surviving it. barely.”

⠀i saw the end it looked just like the middle.

[levandright]

hihi lovie !! before the ask, i wanted to tell you that your works are absolutely scrumptious i love reading them sm <3 and this is my first time sending an ask in tumblr, so if there's something wrong, please don't mind >.< soo i'm sending an ask for the matchup event ^^ infos are below!

i'm a 5'2 girlie and a minor, i'm ambitious and somewhat reserved (i'm friends with almost everybody but there's only a few selected ppl who know my life details), i'm pretty soft hearted and clingy with major attachment issues, i get emotional easily jhgtdewdfjm, i excel at academics bcs i crave validation (sigh), aaand i might have childhood trauma of feeling neglected and alone, which kind of reflects in some parts of my personality or behavior :D

i'm a virgo, my favourite season is winter. my hobbies are watching movies, reading novels, and going to museums, especially art museums! my ideal type is someone tall, loyal, caring, patient, intelligent, and someone who will treat me differently than others (yes chat im an attention seeker sigh), my ideal relationship is one in which i'll feel protected and cared for, and as for the trope i don't have anything specific in mind lolol, but when reading, i loooveee books with the arranged marriage trope :) this matchup request is for among enhypen members btw!

i'm hoping i could send the request properly! sorry if i overshared or wrote too much lmaooo 😭 anyways, make sure to take care of yourself and remember to stay hydrated cutie !! byebye >.<

FINDING YOUR MATCH...

MATCH FOUND! your match is... KIM SUNWOO

SUNOO relates to how emotional you can be, he's often teased by his members for it so he enjoys having someone he can relate too.

SUNOO loves it when you're clingly, absolutely adores being the center of your attention, don't worry though! he always make sure he reciprocate your affection 10x ;)

SUNOO matches your freak (both of you are just two koala's clinging to each other fr) he smothers you with his love just like how a cat would sit on the face of their owners face when they sleep.

SUNOO takes you to go on musuem dates ALL the time. he's always beside you holding your hand while you talk about the paintings, and sculptors in the musuem you find cool, and interesting.

SUNOO secretly takes photo's of you when you aren't looking, he has an album full of candid pictures he takes of you.

SUNOO might not look like it but he will confront people when they're treating you like badly. this is the rare occasion you see sunoo's serious side.

SUNOO often worries you're studying too much, makes sure he checks up on you when he can so you won't overwork yourself by studying too much. often scolding you like a mom if you don't rest immediately and continue studying instead. " you need a good night's rest to be able to work at your full potentional- so get up from your chair and go to bed!" something like that.

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۶ৎ lev notes :happy you love them hehe (//-v-//) and don't worry you did great <3 excuse any misspellings and stuff cause i did nawt proofread this. like im kinda lazy to do allat... im just letting all my ideas out before i forget them so yeah :] and yeah i def need to take care of myself better... i keep forgetting to drink water these days and to take my vitamins on time >.> ۶ৎ want to find your own match? apply here! curious about other matches?

[valiantstarlights]

Does Chef Hob have any tattoos?

Prior to Hob's marriage to Dream, his body is free of tattoos. (There had been one crazy moment when Hob was still a culinary student when he got an intrusive thought to get measurement conversions tattooed on his arms so he wouldn't forget them. Thankfully, he had enough sense left in him not to go through with it.)

When Hob gets married to Dream, he couldn't help but notice that sometimes, Dream looks at him uncertainly. Like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. This happens rarely enough that Hob doesn't want to bring it up, but the fact that it happened more than once has him fantasizing about finding Dream's ex and beating them up for making Dream unsure about Hob's love for him.

(Dream has yet to tell Hob about his ex. He probably never would. But Hob has heard enough threats from Destruction to conclude that whoever Dream's ex was, they treated him so badly that Destruction would never be able to stop worrying about Dream. Even if he has seen firsthand how good Hob is for Dream, and how Dream is very happy with Hob.)

Hob gets an idea just before his and Dream's one-year anniversary that would hopefully assure Dream that he's gonna stay by his side forever.

Hob asks Dream to write his own name on a piece of paper. Dream is confused but does what he's asked to do anyway. He writes Dream Endless in beautiful, flowing cursive that has Hob tearing up a little.

Hob thanks Dream and goes to get Dream's name in Dream's own penmanship tattooed on the skin right above his heart. It's a shame that he had to shave his chest hair around the area, but it was worth it when he saw the finished product, and the tattoo artist assured him that it would still be visible even after his chest hair fully grows back.

Hob belatedly realizes that, since the tattoo was supposed to be a surprise for Dream, he can't exactly get 100% naked around him until the date of their anniversary. And that's like, a month away.

Hob tries to act normally about this. He's still very affectionate with Dream, still services him with his mouth and fingers and cock. He just can't take his shirt off yet.

Dream, whose last relationship was very not good, notices Hob's strange behavior not a couple of days later. Usually Hob would be tearing off his own clothes after getting Dream's completely off him, but not anymore. They're still having incredible sex, but Hob's mind seems to be somewhere else. He takes longer in the bathroom. They no longer fuck in the shower.

Dream gets increasingly upset. Has he done something wrong? Is Hob covering up hickies from someone else and that's why he doesn't want Dream to see?

Destruction, being Destruction, notices Dream being more quiet and subdued than usual when they visit the next weekend and immediately corners Hob in an unoccupied room far from where the others are.

"What the fuck have you done?"

"Wh-- I haven't done anything!"

Destruction can smell a lie from a mile away, and a second later, there is a flash of steel and something sharp is against Hob's neck. "I said. What. The fuck. Have you done."

Hob is a chef and is very good at handling knives. But he knows, without a doubt, that Destruction is more skilled than he is. He raises his hands in surrender, sighs, and says, "Fine. Get that thing away from me for a second and I'll show you."

Destruction narrows his eyes but allows it. He does not stow away his hunting knife. Hob eyes the knife for a second and concludes silently that Destruction is actually a hitman for hire. He starts to unbutton his shirt.

Destruction panicks for a second, thinking that Hob is gonna try to seduce him to get out of this (which, ew), but then he sees just exactly what Hob is hiding from Dream and he lets out a loud, booming laugh.

"Can I cover it up now?" Hob grouses, "Or are you gonna carve it off my chest? Do you have a filleting knife somewhere on your person too?"

Destruction still hasn't stopped laughing. "You're...you're a fucking idiot, Gadling," he says in between wheezes.

Hob rolls his eyes and buttons his shirt back up. "Tell me something I don't know."

Destruction does a complicated twirl with the knife in his hand, and then suddenly it's gone, sliding back to its sheath hidden under Destruction's sleeve. "Well, for starters, Dream is upset and thinks that you're cheating on him."

Hob's eyes bug out of its sockets. "I would never--"

"Well, yeah, I know that now, but maybe tell him that yourself. Don't wait until your anniversary to show him your surprise because odds are, he'll just think you're gonna leave him on the day itself."

Who the fuck-- "Did Dream's ex--?"

Destruction's face darkens. When he speaks, it's flat but furious. "The only reason I'm not gutting that pathetic excuse of a human being is because they're too important right now. But the moment their usefulness expires and I'm allowed off the leash..."

Jesus. Hob just unlocked Destruction's backstory but he's pretty sure he isn't meant to be hearing these details. "Well," Hob says as lightly as he could. "When you get your hands on them, punch them in the teeth for me, will you?"

Destruction regards him then, the monsters that lurked underneath their skins intent on protecting Dream looking at each other in the eye for the first time. He nods, satisfied. "You got it, Gadling."

"You gonna tell me what your line of work is?"

Destruction smiles like a shark. "Sorry. Classified."

As soon as they get home, Hob sits Dream on their bed and kneels on the floor in front of him. He holds Dream's shaking hands within his own and kisses them.

"You're leaving me," Dream says, and Hob absolutely hates how weak his voice is but how sure he sounds.

"No," Hob tells him firmly. "I...this was gonna be a surprise, but I was advised to show you as soon as possible. I'm sorry if I caused you to become upset. Believe me, that's not my intention at all." He starts unbuttoning his shirt. "I wanted to show you that I'm gonna stay with you forever."

"What could possibly...oh." Dream sees the tattoo of his name written in his own handwriting on Hob's chest, right above Hob's heart. His fingers reach out and caress the skin. Hob shivers. "This is what you made me write my name for."

"Yeah," Hob says. His skin felt especially sensitive with Dream's fingers gently ruffling his still growing chest hair. "You like it?"

"Hob..." Dream looks at him like...like for the first time, he's a hundred percent certain that Hob wouldn't leave him. That Hob will remain true to him. He has Dream's name written on him now, more permanent than a wedding ring. No one would be able to look at Hob now and say that he doesn't belong to Dream. "I love it. I love you."

"I love you too, my sweet Dream. Gonna be yours forever."

Dream doesn't have a single tattoo on his body either, but come morning, he's asking Hob to write down his own name on a piece of paper.

Hob does his best to write his name in his neatest possible penmanship, even if it still looks mediocre and messy compared to Dream's impeccable handwriting. Dream doesn't mind. He loves it. He gets Hob's name tattooed in the same place on his body, right over his heart.

The tattoo artist, the same one who did Hob's tattoo, coos at them and halves Dream's fee when they found out that Hob and Dream's anniversary is coming up and that this was their gift to each other.

Hob grins foolishly every time he sees Robert Gadling written on Dream's chest, and he loves kissing over that area as soon as it was healed. Dream also loves running his hands over Hob's chest, his fingers petting Hob's chest hair that grows above the tattoo of his name.

On the date of their anniversary, they went to the beach. It was cloudy, and there were only a few people there, but that was fine. What they wanted was to show off their matching tattoos and have other people know that they were taken, wholly and completely, by the person whose name is written above their heart.

[saviorclaimed]

I just want to say. Optimus as a romantic partner is a very touchy kinda guy. He likes to hold his partner. We talking cuddles, gentle holds, hand on shoulder. Something. Affectionate fellow.

that's all.

[cosmicallybound]

     i   have   some   thoughts   about   hyeon   &&   how,   as   an   ancient   spirit   /   being,   while   able   to   convincingly   portray   herself   as   mortal,   can   never   entirely   hide   her   celestial   nature.   it   isn't   something   obvious,   most   never   notice   how   odd   this   elven   mage   is,   how   her   fire   burns   ever   so   differently   than   what   is   considered   normal.   sure,   her   eyes   glow   &&   power   radiates   from   her   petite   body,   but   surely   that's   just   because   she   is   a   powerful   mage. 

     &&   i   mean,   yeah,   if   you   glance   at   her   out   of   the   corner   of   your   eye,   never   on   purpose,   you   can   see   an   outline   of   something.   a   smiling   being   of   pure,   radiant   energy   that   exudes   warmth   &&   divine   retribution   to   any   who   invoke   her   wrath.   &&   sure   sometimes   the   way   she   speaks   invokes   memories   of   reading   ancient   texts,   but   surely   that's   just   your   imagination. 

     hyeon   is   the   stuff   of   nightmares   for   templars.   though   there   is   never   anything   overtly   demonlike,   the   only   explanation   they   have   is   that   she   is   possessed.   do   any   survive   trying   to   test   that   theory   &&   claim   the   prize   of   slaying   the   wicked   witch   ??       :   )       no,   of   course   not.

     anyways,   hyeon   playing   around   with   glamours   &&   subtly   changes   her   appearance   until   she   is   just   plain   enough   to   move   around   without   fear   or   worry   about   being   recognized.   &&   having   the   smuggest   smirk,   more   akin   to   the   cat   that   ate   the   canary   than   anything   else. 

[rengineer]

The Gravel Wars had ended, the teams disbanded. With the Mann brothers dead and the Administrator vanishing soon after, the chaos finally subsided. Though Mann Co. was still operational, their primary customers no longer needed weapons, their stocks briefly tanked.

Dr. Quincy Norman couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet relief. The war was over. People weren’t getting hurt anymore, at least not in New Mexico. But that relief was tempered by a deep sense of loss. Team Ajax was gone—his friends, his teammates, the people who had been his family for so many years. Along with that was the loss of time and effort. How many years of life wasted on this forever war?

Quincy sighed deeply, adjusting the thin medical mask over his face as he knocked on the door of the Conagher household. Gently rocking back and fourth on his feet with a nervous energy. He had gotten the address from the return label on a letter Dell had sent him weeks ago.

Quincy winced at the thought of the promise he had made. He’d told Dell he’d let him see the blueprints when the war was behind them, when Dell retired from Mann Co. Now, that day had come. It was only right that Dell finally see his father’s handiwork. The war stole Fred’s time and Dell had to grow up without a father. The least Quincy could do for Fred is try to give Dell a more complete picture. Perhaps it would be easier to sleep at night.

"Comin'!" The sound of his boots echoing faintly as he made his way to the gray wooden door. The footsteps slowed, his hand twisting the doorknob to reveal a familiar face — a friendly one, at that.

His smile widened, the crinkles and wrinkles around his eyes deepening with genuine warmth. Even after seven years, Quinn didn't seem to age a day. God bless that man's genetics, he mused.

"Howdy, Quinn," he greeted warmly, his voice carrying the easy cadence of someone glad to see an old friend. "C'mon in," he added, stepping aside to make room.

After the war, he'd bought a piece of land back in his old hometown to settle down. He spent his days helping out folks around the neighborhood — fixing up broken things like fridges, lights, and even children's toys. In between lending a hand, he finally found time to work on some of his own projects, as well as his predecessors — those half-finished ideas and prototypes that had been gathering dust for years; the owners that had died and never see them through. One of which was the EMP grenades he'd never quite managed to perfect, still a stubborn thorn in his side.

Blueprints covered one entire wall of the living room, their edges curled and surfaces layered with dust, as though they'd been unearthed from someone's grave. Some of the drawings were faded to the point of illegibility, the result of years spent forgotten. The sofas and coffee table in the room looked almost untouched — clearly meant for guests — while Dell's real workspace was in plain view. His well-worn worktable sat nearby, cluttered with tools, gears, and sketches in various stages of completion. It was clear where he spent most of his time.

"Make yourself at home. I'll rustle up somethin' for ya," Dell said as he ambled off to the kitchen.

Baking had become a regular pastime for him after the war. It scratched the same itch as engineering, with all the measuring, mixing, and precise steps. He liked the rhythm of it, and folks around town didn't seem to mind him bringin' over batches of cookies or pies now and again. Pyro, bless their heart, was his biggest fan — couldn't keep their hands off his pastries if they tried.

Moments later, Dell returned with a plate of freshly baked cookies and two steaming cups of coffee. He set them down on the coffee table and gestured to the cookies.

"Made these this mornin’. Chocolate chip, mama's recipe," he said with a touch of pride, settling into a couch near Quinn. "Help yourself."

[gunchamber]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐈𝐍 𝟏𝟎 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

❛ What century is this ? No one fist bumps anymore . ❜

❛ You're a DWEEB . ❜

❛ People die , Dean . I watched my mom get torn to shreds . Let me go in there , & kill them . ❜

❛ This is for my dad . ❜

❛ I just wanted to tell you that — you're kind of amusing for an old man . ❜

❛ i saved your bacon . ❜

❛ a girl's gotta have her secrets . ❜

❛ i don't need you to save me . i'm not a little kid anymore . ❜

He can't help you - no one can . * stabs the vetala * ❛ Guess I'll have to help myself then . ❜

❛ Quit treating me like some girl . I've been training for this my entire life . ❜

❛ You're never too YOUNG to kill monsters . Especially the ones who kill your family . ❜

❛ Does it look like my bacon needs saving ? ❜

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 : @multi-royalty 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 : @hervelle , @americanedpsycho , @lockedfighter , @wantdead , @ruinedmyself , @lilyspaintedred , @maysbank

[99naive]

modern day suzie has a pop-it keychain in the shape of butterfly that she fidgets with regularly when she's anxious or afraid .

[yngai]

ON ADA’S LIFE AFTER RESIDENT EVIL 6, SOME RETRACTIONS / SOME ADDITIONS :

going forward i’ll probably walk back a majority of resident evil 6 canon divergence, for a number of reasons including that i’m too lazy to sit down & rewrite an entire resident evil game but also that as i’ve matured both as a person & as a writer i’ve come to better understand my issue with RE6 is that an it’s an incredibly interesting story told very poorly (where the chance of the characters wrestling with their discoveries is almost always whisked away by an overdrawn, jarring action set-piece that barely advances the plot) & the way to solve my issues is not removing some of the central themes of project ada but to attempt to make good on capcom’s blunder by adequately portraying them .  if you were to truly commit to rebuilding the game’s narrative from the ground up with ada in a leading role instead of a background one, then maybe some of my ideas would work but, again, who has the time to write endless drabbles about a stupid action-horror video game ?

joke’s on me, i have time

trigger warning, the following section contains mentions of implied assault, domestic abuse & forced pregnancy

my second reason is that i want to better work ada wong into the themes of resident evil 7 & 8, going in a direction for her character i’ve honestly never imagined myself considering but i think i stumbled onto a concept that’s a bit too good to pass up that involves making project ada just that little bit worse .  inspired partially by the series of files on derek’s transformation whose endnote detail the family’s plans to leave him for dead in china & usher in a new heir in his place, their displeasure & disappointment in him over all the wasted resources (& potentially the building of facilities in rival economies, his obsession with an asian woman, the family does exist to ensure global stability through white/western/american hegemony) spent chasing a docile, obedient substitute to a woman who will never love him back .  speaking of poorly told, by the by, the fate of the most powerful organization in the franchise after the death of its leader isn’t told to you in-game, you have to go to RE.net for it .

i doubt derek c. simmons was fully unaware that elements of the family were planning to oust him, he is meant to be the franchise’s overarching villain, with an heir prepared to take his role (a collateral descendant, i imagine), & his obsession with ada’s beauty & intellect, their compatibility as partners, tells me that he viewed her as more than just a showpiece to hang beside his throne, his desperation to have her back under his grasp because she, & only she, is worthy of being a mother to his child, of giving him a son that carries on his legacy, a child that bears their best qualities to lead the world into a future he envisions, him offering guidance from the shadows, clinging desperately to his power .  without a true heir, the coup would succeed even without derek’s death as him & carla had become a liability to the family’s ultimate goal & he is nothing if not a man made of contingencies .

i think you know where this is going .

of the many secrets ada finds through the lower levels of the quad tower, destroying carla’s final experiment & her research logs detailing neo-umbrella’s plans & operations, everything to do with project ada so that the theft of her identity is erased from stated record (though some reports from tatchi note the presence of two ada wongs based on cross-referenced sightings from BSAA personnel, plus, well one is dressed in reds & the other in blues, kind of hard to change clothing so often when you’re on the run from chris redfield), she uncovers a video diary of her doppelganger, one where she is constantly oscillating between extremes, between the happiness that derek, the one man who loves her most in the world, blessed her with the gift of motherhood & with a child that will show the world the love they share for each other & the other, the inner voice of the woman trapped within that screams to cut that thing out of her, take a knife & rip herself apart & spill its guts to show derek that she won’t allow his legacy to continue .  it sets the kernel of an idea she will build onto later, a child of her own incubating beneath the sea bed, a monster much like simmons, one that will destroy the world he’s created .

they stand at odds & fight as the logs go on with the inner voice ringing a hollow victory, carla realizing she can’t rid herself of the pregnancy, she has already done so much beneath simmons’ ever watchful gaze to ensure the world his & his family controls burns to the ground & failing to deliver the child would put her under too much scrutiny, she can’t allow her plans to fail .  the final few videos showing her, cradling a baby daughter in her arms, one final struggle between love & hatred that’s only decided when simmons enters the frame, enraged at carla’s failure to give him a son .  it’s wasted rage, he can’t afford to wait another nine months as the family accelerates their moves against him & ada averts her eyes the second she sees him raise his hand .  she’s seen enough, she knows what awaits in the dark laboratory that still stands in the quad tower & every nerve in her body tells her to run away, let it all burn down to cinders, but a pang of guilt pushes her forward, some kind of sick, perverted curiosity to uncover one final mystery that plagues her need to know everything .  a foregone conclusion whose answers & resolve she’s already internalized that she has to see through, for herself, for carla’s sake, for the ten thousand woman that suffered at her & simmons’ hand .

they wait for her, lost in a corner of the laboratory that has yet to burn, a room off to the side where something can be so easily forgotten,

whatever carla’s motivations were, the benefit of studying the offspring of a chrysalid mutant for the development of enhanced c, the strain used to turn simmons into what he always meant to be, or maybe a kind of unwanted bond formed the moment derek rejected his daughter, much in the same way he rejected carla despite her devotion to him in favor of ada (something to speak for a remnant of carla’s humanity), much like her reason for involving ada in her plans, either to see her burn with the rest of the world & pay for simmons’ obsession with her or because carla knows ada will put her life on the line to keep chaos from engulfing the planet, calling upon her as a way to quite literally stop herself, ada can’t parse it, not really .  she does like to guess, of course, & she’s the only character in RE6 that shows carla any kind of understanding & sympathy (what the hell did simmons do to you? / i don’t condone your actions carla, but at least now i understand them), aware that she can only really lay blame at the feet of simmons & trying to at least affirm carla’s humanity before she completely sheds it (but it was your conscience carla, that saw you fail. after all, isn’t that why you brought me into this? which is an oddly written & delivered line, but far be it from me to suggest RE6 isn’t the most well considered game in the franchise .  ada turns sour on carla the second she becomes an active threat, but there is a solemn goodbye to the carla that was after she starts biting back, some guilt in it too) .  which is why she carries out the only part of carla’s plans that should be seen through to its conclusion, ending simmons .

a young girl, two, maybe three years old at most, cowering away from the destruction right above them, left without carla or the scientists that took care of her .  the final unknown, the answer ada didn’t want to find .  a palpable fear hangs in the air, a dread that settled within her ribcage, she wished that the shadows could hide her, that she would only be a brief silhouette in the doorway that vanishes the second its seen but the flames flicker brighter, her face is shown in the fire, blood & dirt & watering eyes, & the child runs to her, she clings to her & it’s like a chain around her ankle, a weight to drag her down & a single word echoes through the chaos, softly spoken, relief, sadness, happiness, something that sinks ada’s soul, she drowns beneath the waves, in depths of herself left undiscovered—

in mandarin,  “  mother ?  ”

a sound like shattered glass, sharp & piercing, plunging its way into her heart, a new wound from which to bleed through, whatever & whoever ada wong is now .  she closes her eyes, daring not to glance below, tightening the grip on her MP9, placing her finger on the trigger .  it was her first thought, how she could end it all right here, project ada, simmons’ legacy, the decade of pain & suffering that led to marhawa, edonia, tall oaks & tatchi, but then she would become a monster too, wouldn’t she ?  beyond sympathy, beyond humanity, a hypocrisy that rings in her ear, makes it hard to hear whatever else the child says, the happiness of their reconnection, her cries of an undelivered promise, that they would one day leave this lab together .  she recants, a heavy sigh that brings no relief with it, as if from new lungs & she finally looks down, into a mirror of something she’d thought lost .  what she sees in that child is not carla, nor derek or the monstrosity that led to her birth, but ada’s own eyes reflected back .  an unwanted child born to a woman unfit to be a mother .  it’s a shock through her body, a jolt that forces her to act, holstering her gun & grabbing the child’s hand instead, another of carla’s promises she intends to keep .

another mess she has to clean up .

there’s a life out there waiting for them, one of many she’s built up over the years as a contingency, far too many times forced into hiding by those like simmons (as i doubt project ada was the sole outlet for his lust & obsession, why settle for a replica when you can have the real thing ?  & derek is a man used to getting what he wants), who would want to claim ada wong & her secrets all for themselves .  a small, tight-knit cantonese speaking community occupying an apartment block in singapore, where a travelling business woman returns home once every couple of years, now with a kid in hand .  there was a kind of slight heartbreak in hearing how “her” daughter could only speak mandarin, when so much of the ada wong persona is intertwined with growing up in cantonese-speaking hong kong, its culture, its cinema, her youth spent learning & performing cantonese opera, & the disconnect she felt in spite of it all, with a han chinese father & a mandarin name .  she wouldn’t expect simmons to have understood that, nor carla, it just lends itself to another way her identity had been perverted, degraded, lessened into a parody of itself that took center stage over the original act .  she can’t afford to be ada wong anymore, at least for now, & there is something at stake other than herself for once, a new purpose, a new way to be that has to be learned as she goes, & thus sheng ming hui & her daughter settle into a domesticity that is as much a welcome respite as it is a prison for a woman who has lived her life always wanting to spread her wings .

the child’s name is mei, a reference to the ada wong persona’s chinese name, 黃美芬 (wong mei-fan) & ada resolves to complete it with a flourish of her own, mei-li, something taken from her own mother’s name (judith yuen li-zhen (袁李贞), which, yes, is lifted directly off maggie cheung’s character from in the mood for love, i am nothing if not wholly unoriginal) .  though the surnames change as they move around the world in an effort to stay hidden, in time ada does begin affectionately calling her meimei .

there’s very few that know of ada’s fate after tatchi, among them :

jill  valentine  (@goetiya​),  her confidant, the only person allowed a peek beneath the veil in their mutual dance, a playful romance that dragged itself out from those precious few months before the raccoon city incident, who ends up taking mei-li under her own care after ada’s survival is discovered by the “ organization ”, the seedier underbelly of the federation of pharmaceutical companies that have begun sinking their teeth into the BSAA, as per my village verse .  through her, of course, other characters learn of mei-li, though not her connection to ada wong (subject to plotting, naturally), jill saying she has taken the child of “one of her contacts within the bioterror underworld” under her care, for a time .  chris redfield, rebecca chambers, barry burton & most importantly claire redfield, who ends up spotting in for jill as a babysitter when she’s at the beck & call of a darker BSAA .  it’s a risk assumed, how ada casts her shadows over jill’s life, forcing her to withhold the truth from the people closest to her .

leon  s.  kennedy  (@knnedy​),  whom ada drags to singapore one faithful autumn day, two years into her exile, a way to say goodbye, a way to air out the existential horror of carla radames to the man who stands the best chance of understanding it, something they both share, like raccoon city, like spain, yet ada knows her wounds run deeper than his .  maybe she’s grown softer, spending time as a mother to a child that shouldn’t have been born, maybe there’s still a few knives she’d like to twist into his back, some blame she would like to place, a way to motion guilt from herself onto him, but there’s an absence of choice here & so she serves him a warning, the cost of his bleeding heart .

mia  winters  (@terrorgone​​),  an old contact from ada’s days investigating tricell in ‘09, a riskier, more self-destructive side to her that’s shown after jill’s “death” .  a tumultuous relationship she holds no pride in that scorched prague for a month, someone she would be happy to forget about as she moves on to new marks & new identities but fate plays funny tricks on people & mia ends up being more significant to the world than she has any right to, in ada’s mind .  after dulvey, trading hands between various BSAA safehouses before being settled in romania, mia spots a familiar looking young girl following jill around as she’s interrogated at the BSAA’s north america branch .  she’s smarter than ada gives her credit for & she knows her & jill have something in common, peering down ada’s eyes up close .  it’s a chance to put a knife to ada’s throat much in the same way she once put a needle to her neck back in prague, to see the woman beneath the mask after ada didn’t give her the right .

anyone else is open for discussion .

some final thoughts, what, did you think we were done ? :

on the surface level the notion of ada wong as a mother is laughable, to me, but that’s usually because the avenue to motherhood people use is her relationship to leon & if this post wasn’t long enough i could list out all the reasons why it wouldn’t work, but like anything regarding the ada/leon romance you have reduce both characters to tropes they subvert in order for it to function & make their dynamic that much less interesting & that much more intense in a way that it isn’t portrayed on-screen .  

hopefully i’ve argued my case for taking her character in this direction, because keeping in with ada’s overall subversion of the femme fatale archetype, it’s not the narrative that treats motherhood as the end of her character (as her story goes on well into the events of village), but herself, she views it as a punishment, as a prison, as an end to the illustrious career of super spy ada wong when that’s not really the case, small joys though she finds in playing a doting mother to an unloved child, she can’t keep away from her calling & she continues observing the motions of the world from afar, as well as her side hobby as a grey hat hacker trading in sensitive information to dismantle legal & criminal organizations alike .  her inability to reconcile with her new life eventually leading to her capture & her separation from mei-li before the events of RE8 .

i think it gives ada more of an in with ethan winters & a reason to help him over the course of RE8 beyond just using him as a way to get to miranda & her research, as she too, like him, like miranda, is a parent desperate to reunite (or just reunite, in ethan’s case) with her daughter .  a woman otherwise unfit to be a mother (miranda, alcina) that does what she can with the broken pieces of herself to make a life for her child (mia) .  it also serves to tie an overall narrative between games that feel like they’re from different franchises, RE6 & RE7, through the uniting theme of family & the children who grow up in resident evil’s rendition of our very own global forever war .

anyway, i think that’s my piece, thanks for reading !

[curseofbreadbear]

UCN STARTERS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @slaughterlocked

slaughterlocked: "You'll have to forgive my enthusiasm. But it'll all be over soon." [william to cassidy !]

❝ N-No... ❞

[Cassidy's breath hitched in her throat; she'd made a terrible mistake. She'd followed the golden bunny to the back under the assumption that he'd help her -- he'd assured her as much. He promised her safety and guidance, and she had blindly assumed that he had the best of intentions. After all, it was Bonnie! Why shouldn't she trust him?]

[Alas, each of his promises were proven false. The rabbit led her to some sort of employees-only back room; the energy emanating from it felt malevolent, twisted, as did the bunny's intentions. His voice was as jolly as ever, but he loomed over her in a manner that suddenly terrified her. She had never been scared of Bonnie...but this presence no longer felt like Bonnie. This was something different.]

["It'll all be over soon." Cassidy could assume what that implied, and she was suddenly overcome by her horror. She feared for her life now more than ever. Her breathing grew frantic; she scrambled for the exit, stumbling over herself in the process. She fell to the ground in a heap, a trembling mess of helplessness and cowardice. She couldn't move anymore. She was glued, tethered to the spot. Tears welled in her eyes; she shut them, trying to blink them away. They fell anyway.]

❝ Please -- please don't hurt me. ❞ [Cassidy spoke in a desperate whimper. A shuddering sob followed her plea, and several more tears fell.] ❝ I don't want to die. ❞

[arachnidiots-a]

if peter parker had a tattoo he would have one and it would be in his musician verse and it would be this

[diviniteceleste-a]

MUSES

WHITE HORSEMAN

NAME: conquest, pestilence. FACECLAIM: jude law. RANK: white, rider, first horseman. SYMBOL: crown, bow & arrows. TITLES: guardien divin, formerly bringer of disease. BIRTH DATE: unknown. AGE: ancient. GENDER: chosen male embodiment. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: omnisexual. SPOKEN LANGUAGE: enochian, earth's many languages. AFFILIATIONS: book of revelation, apocalypse, hell and heaven, god and lucifer, brother to war, famine and death.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: white though can shift to gold and blue due to god's grace. his true gaze can blind any mortal. HAIR COLOUR: black. HEIGHT: 6'6''.

RED HORSEMAN

NAME: war. FACECLAIM: mikael persbrandt. RANK: red rider, second horseman. SYMBOL: horns, sword. TITLES: la guerre, bringer of war. BIRTH DATE: unknown. AGE: ancient. GENDER: chosen male embodiment. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: omnisexual. SPOKEN LANGUAGE: enochian, earth's many languages. AFFILIATIONS: book of revelation, apocalypse, hell and heaven, god and lucifer, brother to conquest, famine and death.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: red. HAIR COLOUR: blond. HEIGHT: 7'0''.

BLACK HORSEMAN

NAME: famine. FACECLAIM: mads mikkelsen. RANK: black rider, third horseman. SYMBOL: thorns, weighing scales. TITLES: la faim, bringer of hunger. BIRTH DATE: unknown. AGE: extremely old. GENDER: chosen male embodiment. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: omnisexual. SPOKEN LANGUAGE: enochian, earth's many languages. AFFILIATIONS: book of revelation, apocalypse, hell and heaven, god and lucifer, brother to conquest, war and death.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: black. HAIR COLOUR: dark brown. HEIGHT: 6'4''.

PALE HORSEMAN

NAME: death. FACECLAIM: karl urban. RANK: pale rider, fourth horseman. SYMBOL: skull, scythe. TITLES: la mort, bringer of death. BIRTH DATE: unknown. AGE: ancient. GENDER: chosen male embodiment. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: omnisexual. SPOKEN LANGUAGE: enochian, earth's many languages. AFFILIATIONS: book of revelation, apocalypse, hell and heaven, god and lucifer, brother to conquest, war and famine.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: pale green. HAIR COLOUR: black. HEIGHT: 6'0''.

ANGEL OF DEATH

NAME: samael. FACECLAIM: neil newbon. RANK: archangel. SYMBOL: sword & spear, lion. TITLES: guardian angel, fallen angel, seducer, accuser, destroyer of sins. BIRTH DATE: unknown. AGE: ancient. GENDER: chosen male embodiment. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: omnisexual. SPOKEN LANGUAGE: enochian, earth's many languages. AFFILIATIONS: apocalypse, hell and heaven, god and lucifer.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: purple. HAIR COLOUR: dark blond. HEIGHT: 6'5''.

[saviorclaimed]

odd thought

tfp bots but since they got no noses their sense of 'smell' is like. a flehmen response type thing.

[fidelissimi-moved]

in her life as a witch, did Ruby ever have any kids?

in her human life ( also yes, when she was just a witch ) ruby never had children. her parents died of the plague when she was 16, something no amount of magic would help with, leaving her the sole caretaker of her little sister, who was the one member of her family she made her crossroads deal with to save from dying, because the demon only let her choose one of them. theresa was the closest thing ruby ever had to having a child, and even she died a short three years later, a freak accident while playing in the woods near their home with her friends from town. after that, ruby only had 7 years left to live, ones she already didn't want to live through, much less.

[meliorismd]

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[gunchamber]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ?

𝙈𝙊𝙇𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝘼𝙑𝘼 & 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙁𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙃

your  heart  burned  so    FIERCELY    that  it  burnt  itself  out  ,    leaving  horrible  scars  in  its  wake  ;    scars  inside  your  chest    &    on  the  hands  of  those  who  touched  you  ,    the  hearts  of    ANYONE    who  got  close  enough  to  connect  to  yours  .    the  person  you  are  now  is  no  longer  recognizable  ,    burnt  up  by  your  own  anger    &    passion  and  love  .    the  injuries  can  never  be  fully  erased  ,    but  they  can  be  soothed  with  time    &    TRUST    &    FORGIVENESS  .

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