#Mother Miranda resident evil

[theyandereresident]

Yandere Mother Miranda headcanons

Tw: Actions of murder, blood, actions of mutilation, actions of drugging, actions of kidnapping, possessive/obsessive behavior, yandere.

Yandere type: Controlling, possessive, blood shedder, stalker.

Her little feather.

You fell into her clutches as soon as you entered that village.

You were so oblivious to her as she watched you wander around, nearly killed by multiple lycans.

Silly little feather, you were lucky she was there.

Blood sprayed as she killed those horrid creatures, you barely had any time to process what happened.

Not even the next second, she was gone. Just a flock of birds left behind.

As you continued wandering the village, you always felt eyes on you.

Or a single crow watching you.

It was quite odd that you hadn't encountered any lycans, since the priestess.

Or any alive ones at least, you always found beheaded ones. Laying in the snow, the snow stained crimson.

Was this a threat? Or a message?

You didn't get to finish your thoughts as a cloth covered your mouth, a sweet scent filling your nose.

It took only a few minutes of struggling before you blacked out.

You'd wake in a cell of some sort, a pillow sat under your head.

You'd groggily get up, standing in front of the bars. Only to be met with Mother Miranda herself, a faint smile on her lips.

She was in control now, there was no room for protest anymore. You were her little feather, never to be spoken to, or even looked at by anyone other then her.

~Her pretty little feather~

~"You're finally mine little feather, mine. You will not argue, is that clear?"~

(Headcanons were a little longer, and had a slightly different writing style this time. Hope you all still like it.)

[kxedeharas]

ICONS   !   MOTHER MIRANDA IN RESIDENT EVIL: VILLAGE

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[blairkiss]

There isn’t enough Mother Miranda fics 😞

[ranchracoon]

The Perfect Plan Pt.3

Miranda is absolutely smitten for you and Eva. She waited on you night and day; bringing you water and safe food, helping you breast feed and getting up at night every time Eva cries. When she isn't dotting on her two favorite girls, she's constantly worrying. Every few seconds she checks to make sure Eva is breathing while sleeping. Every time Eva so much as sniffles Miranda immediately does testing to make sure she's not sick. However, you can't be mad, especially when you lay there and watch Miranda interact with your child.

Miranda's eyes gleam with pride and happiness, when she held Eva for the first time she didn't stop crying for hours. She has waited so long for this moment. Every time she holds Eva she treats it as if it's the last time. She holds her a little tighter, a little closer, and showers her in love. She spoils you relentlessly as an apology for her constant worrying and protectiveness. You find it equally adorable and attractive. Watching Miranda be motherly once again, being the provider and protector, gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling. For the first time in your life, you feel truly loved and safe. 

Eva grows like a weed and before long she's ready to venture into the village; it takes copious amounts of 'convincing' on your part but Miranda finally agrees. You talk with her, clutching her arm tightly as Eva waddles in front to the village, when you come within view you gasp from the shock. The homes, once falling to pieces with the rooves caved in from snow, now look sturdy and habitable. The center of the village with the maiden statue is pristine and clean, has there always been a brick road? The cemetery is well taken care of, and once the ceremonial center now holds a newly built schoolhouse. The villagers bow with respect to Miranda, but also approach her without fear, that is, until she sends warning glares in their direction. She has her daughter and her mate with her now, and no one is going to be within any amount of distance of them. Still an improvement. 

Since Heisenberg left, Miranda tasked Dimitrescu with culling his herds of failed mutants and the factory was stripped for any usable materials. The village is full of life, and happy, and Eva spends her time playing with other children while Miranda stands guard with a constant watch. Eva barely makes it home and ends up having to be carried by Miranda and laid to bed, to which she gives her a kiss and tucks her in. 

"I want another."

It's debatable who said it first, but Miranda wastes no time scooping you into her arms and carting you away to the bedroom. She barely gives you enough time to undress before she's mounted on top of you and making you unable to walk. She then ensures you do not go to bed without being properly filled. Because of this you are swollen with baby number two and three in no time. Twins. A boy named Fajr and a girl named Genevieve, both have your hair color but otherwise are spitting images of Miranda. This time Miranda allows some women from the village to assist in the birth. She's learning. 

*          *          * "I hate you!" Eva screams as she slams the door.

Miranda clutched her fists, her body trembles and threatens to mutate. She should break down this door and punish her! How dare she speak to her mother that way. Just as her hand begins to grow and waver into talons she's stopped by none other than you. Miranda growls violently, her instinct wanting to throw you aside for interfering. Yet you so gently place your hand on hers and lower it, Miranda doesn't bother and instead pushes herself away. Storming away and slamming the door to the bedroom, leaving you alone in the hallway. You look over your shoulder to see Fajr and Genevieve staring at you with wide scared eyes, but you smile lovingly and wave for them to go on. You'll speak with them later. When they scamper off, you gently knock on Eva's door. 

"Go away mama I know it's you." Eva bites on the other side.

"Eva. Please let me in." You ask quietly. 

There's a moment of silence before the door unlocks followed by the sound of a slump onto the bed. You push the door open gently and walk over to Eva who is face down on her bed sobbing violently. You sit on the edge and rub her back soothingly, eventually she calms enough to turn her face and suck in gasping breaths. 

"Do you want to tell me what this fight was about?" You ask calmly. 

"No one wants me." She chokes out. 

"Now that's not true honey-"

"It is! No one wants a female alpha, especially not the daughter of 'Mother Miranda.'" she says the title sarcastically, "I asked mom to....to turn me into an omega..and she refused! She said I should be proud of being her daughter, and an alpha. That I should just, take a mate and not wallow in self-pity."

"Oh."

Turning an alpha into an omega is far more experimental than turning a beta into an omega, it requires a consenting alpha or extremely painful chemicals. There's been no reported successes of either option fully working without horrific side effects. You also are going to have to talk to Miranda as well, she still has a lot to learn about handling sensitive matters. You coax Eva up into a sitting position and cradle her in your lap like you used to do when she was small, she instantly bundled up and hid her face into your neck. 

"You know your mother loves you unconditionally. She's a little...old school. Give it some time, go at your own pace, and no matter what path you choose, I will always be here for you."

Once temperatures lowered, Miranda came back out and also knocked on Eva's door to apologize. Eva opened the door and hugged her mother tightly, Miranda was taken aback by it at first but then wrapped her up tightly and held her closely.

*          *          *

Farj presented as alpha and found himself a wonderful mate, they moved to where the factory used to stand. Genevieve presented as omega, and it took every bit of strength to keep Miranda from slaughtering any Alpha that came to the door. Eventually she allowed a young man to pass through, and although she still threatens him every chance she gets, he treats Genevieve well. he's provided a home, steady income, and stability. Eva also found a mate, an outsider who wandered into the village accidentally. As for you and Miranda....

Now you two are empty nesters with an entire house to yourselves again. But that quickly goes away when the first pair of grandbabies arrive. 

[vivi-llain]

[k-0re]

RE8 Lord DLC concept

GONNA EXPAND ON THIS BECAUSE I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!

So basically this is just an idea of how i'd make a DLC about the RE8 lords cuz lets be honest THEY DESERVED ONE. So in my concept, instead of playing as the lords you'd play as one of the people in their lives (whether significant or insignificant) and experience the lords in a different perspective. Some are actual characters in the RE8 lore based off of the files, and some are just ocs i made

[zarstarss]

shitpost that turned into remembering how good the character designs actually are in this game

[teefbaby]

re: village 🌙

this took too long lmaoo but it’s finally finished! :)))

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

more resident evil warrior cats!!

[k1ru-https]

You’re just being paranoid…

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[activatethis]

lords

[captainrufflebanger]

She is not escaping the allegations (gay AND European) 🫳

That Miranda gif set reminded me I drew this on twitter last year. Hilariously this was the first time I'd drawn Ethan after 2 years of making re8 art lmao

[ranchracoon]

"To Be The One"

Ch. 1 A New Assignment

Master Post

The large glass building looks menacing in the early hours of dawn with minimal sunlight and dew covering the ground only adding to the aesthetic. The large Umbrella Corp logo sitting in the center of the building like a hypnotic red and white eye. Numerous people enter, wearing business casual or business formal depending on their level of importance. They each scan their ID badges to gain entry, then take the elevator to their respective floors to start on their work. Only a handful have access to the basement where rows of individual laboratories are stationed like those little glass boxes they keep the rats in. Before one can enter, they must go through a lengthy decontamination process, mask up, suit up, and go through a final trial to make sure their suits do not have any punctures. Any kind of defection could be deadly considering the severity of specimens they work on. 

One of these scientists is Dr Faekah Kahlil, one of the nations leading pathologist doing what she always dreamed of doing; making the world safer. She's been there since before the sun, working on her newest batch of frozen diseases sent straight from the arctic. Little does her bosses know that sometimes she loses track of time, and often sleeps in the company break rooms. She may or may not use the flushing system to give herself a quick rinse, and keeps a change of spare clothes in her locker. Add a little spritz, cup of coffee, and some makeup, no one is the wiser. Except Francis the nightguard, who has on more than one occasion found her passed out on the couch. She frequently butters him up with homemade dishes and baked goods so he looks the other way. 

Last night was one of those nights, she makes sure she's in her respective area before anyone arrives and they just think she has specialized access to come in early. As her colleagues trickle in she's already started on her work. Studying these new found diseases and the impact they could have on humanity. Should a single speck of one of these diseases get out, it could cause a world wide black plague 2.0 and she's not going to be responsible for the death of millions. So she moves slowly, cautiously, and takes her decontamination ritual seriously. The other perk to working with deadly diseases that need to be kept in minus Celsius temperatures, is she gets to work entirely alone. A blessing and a curse. She doesn't get to talk to anyone unless on break, but she also gets to listen to music she likes and can be completely absorbed into her world. 

A knock on the glass shatters her from her concentration, luckily she wasn't transporting something fragile and simply examining under a microscope. She looks over to see another scientist, Dr Cooper, waving at her and signaling for her to listen. Faekah reaches over and mutes the music currently playing quietly through the speakers, Cooper pushes a button making the speakers crackle and whine. 

"Hey, Mr. Moore wants to see us."

That's all he says before he releases the communication button and leaves her line of sight. She sighs. It'll take her at least an hour to clean up, then another fifteen minutes to properly decom. This better be important and not like last time where she was promised an expedition to the arctic to study these specimens, and wound up doing glorified secretary work. She did not spend eleven years of schooling, six years of active duty, residency, and competitive interviewing with backed sources just to be a glorified secretary. She takes her time, she gets a little satisfaction from making Mr. Moore wait. He constantly referrers to her as Miss Kahlil or some wildly inaccurate nickname because he can't pronounce her first name. Nothing irritates her more, so she gets off by making him wait longer than he needs to by taking her sweet, sweet time. By the time she does arrive with Dr Cooper, Mr. Moore is impatiently pacing back and forth in his office and his irritation is evident on his face. 

"It's about time Miss Kahlil."

"Dr" she retorts. 

"Not today" he grumbles before walking around his desk with two large stacks of papers, "I have a new assignment for you and Mr. Cooper."

"Dr" he says casually. 

Faekah looks up at him, Dr Cooper gives her a wink and a cheeky grin, making her smile back before returning her gaze to Mr. Moore. Mr. Moore rolls his eyes and shakes his head, he would ask anyone else if he could, but he needs the best of the best to work on this new assignment. He hands the large stacks to each of them, letting them take a moment to read through the assignment details and view all the legal paperwork they have to sign. 

"So you want us to study...mold? This seems like Dr. Coopers area of expertise. I'm a pathologist not a mycologist." She states.

"If you agree to the terms laid out in the packet, I can answer any questions you have." Mr. Moore answers.

"Can we at least know what we're getting into?" Dr. Cooper asks.

"That is all I'm legally allowed to disclose unless you agree. This is a big job that requires my best people and the utmost secrecy. No one else can know what you two are working on, and you'll be given special clearance to our sister site where you'll be working together. It's a secondary location located just outside the city."

"Can we have some time to think about it?" She asks. 

"I need an answer now."

Faekah looks down at the stack of papers, every instinct inside her is telling her this is a bad idea. If she were in an animal form, her hackles would be raised in defense. Yet, a smaller, deeper part of her wants her to take the opportunity. This could be the key to realizing her dream or could be the key to even more paperwork and a worldwide outbreak. 

"I'll do it" she answers. 

"Well, if she's doing it, I'll do it too."

"Excellent! I just need you both to sign those papers, pack up your things, and you'll start tomorrow."

Faekah couldn't sleep that night. She hovers over the folder of information given to her about this new assignment. She keeps reading the headlines of the incident report over and over again about this Baker House incident. She's never heard of mold being capable of turning people homicidal to this degree. Her mind is running a million miles a minute on what could be so secretive of this new assignment. Part of her thinks there may be something illegal behind it, wouldn't be the first time Umbrella got caught in a scandal. She loves her work, what she does, but now she's regretting this choice. What if she gets caught up in something and can't back out? 

The next morning does very little to ease her concerns as she arrives at the sister sight only to be escorted through the unmarked building by an armed guard. The guard guides her to an all glass room where she goes through a lengthy decon process, and dawns brand new protective gear. She carefully positions the mask on and the safety glasses fit over her own, as she steps into the glass chamber like she's prepared for surgery. She waits for Dr. Cooper before beginning anything, while waiting she takes inventory of everything made available to them and makes a handwritten list. Dr Cooper arrives shortly before she's done, and by the time she's finished he too is geared up and ready to examine the specimen. 

"I've never seen anything like this" Dr. Cooper states. 

The following days bleed into weeks and eventual months with no clearer answers than before. This mold is different, it acts as though it's alive in the sense a mammal is alive; it looks as though it's made from tar rather than mold. Feakah spends a lot of time researching how pollution might impact the mold and its spores, with nothing so far. As she looks through another slide of samples she narrows her eyes, seeing the mold indicating properties similar to common parasites. There's something they're not telling her. She looks up toward Dr. Cooper then glances over to one of the glass walls, seeing two armed guards standing at attention with their backs toward her. She watches for a moment, then sees two more guards patrol pass. 

"Hey Cooper" she whisper yells. 

"What's up?" He answers, poking his head up. 

She motions with her head, "have you noticed there's more armed guards lately? I thought there were only the two at the gate."

"Oh yeah, I saw them on the way in this morning. You didn't hear?"

"Hear what?"

Cooper looks around the room then pushes his rolling chair closer to her, leaning over the desk. 

"There was a huge breach last night. Some files got leaked from inside Umbrella Corp. Of course they're blaming H.C.F but, I think it's bigger than that. All these soldiers are from B.S.A.A. Smells a little suspicious to me."

She rolls her eyes, "you and your conspiracies."

"I heard it from the big boss himself. He was having a very heated conversation the other night before I left. I don't think he knows I heard."

Faekah looks at him for a moment then shakes her head, she's not getting into this debate again. For a scientist and a doctor, he believes in some crazy things. She's fairly certain half the things he says are made up just to get under her skin or see what she reacts to. However, she continues to look over at the guards, growing weary and suspicious about the amount of them and by the specimen. Something is up for sure. 

That night when she arrives home she flicks on the light to her apartment and stops dead in her tracks upon seeing a folder lying on her counter. She looks around quickly and locks the door behind her, her gun is in the safe by her bed. Luckily for her she has a backup plan. She squats down and shifts through one of her shoes, grabbing a knife she keeps stashed away before she creeps around her entire apartment. Once she's certain that the apartment is clear, she hesitantly approaches the folder, seeing her name on the tab marker. She swallows thickly and flips the folder open, looking it over. 

It has all of her information in it; her full name, her birthday, her hometown even the full names and information on her immigrant parents. She flips the page and her blood runs cold, seeing pictures of her as a preteen in Racoon City. Next are the articles of the city being destroyed by the president. She had blocked those memories, the horror she faced of people being infected and the sounds of their screaming. Sometimes those screams still haunt her. It's the whole reason she wanted to do what she does, so that no one has to face such a trauma again. 

She flips through the pages, the second to last page has a screening of her parents genomes and the discrepancies between their genetic makeup and that of a normal human. The next page is her with the same notes and pictures of her midshift. So they know. They know she's not human. Down in the farthest corner she sees in bright red stamped letters: INFECTED. 

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[vivi-llain]

the don

[k-0re]

pov it's actually miranda