#angela orosco face

[naldoaxii]

[moth-r4t]

hey guys im dying

[darlingonlyknow]

do not read this if you don't want to hear annoying incel internet drama about angela it's not worth your time to get mad about

but i'm mad about it. i am mad about the "backlash" towards the angela redesign in the silent hill 2 remake and it being attributed to "going woke" or whatever. people won't admit that they don't like it because she doesn't look a certain standard of conventional attractiveness but that's literally the whole reason.

edits of her model, including even the "better" ones that are less sexist, basically trim her face/jawline down and stereotypically feminize her - even if they do give her eyebags or bruising to show her internal pain. which i also have a gripe with, because people struggling with intense pain and trauma don't always look it. there are subtleties possible, yes, but we can have round, childlike faces - especially at only 19 and right after coming out of the traumatic event, rather than the aftermath of dealing with it.

i honestly got so excited when i saw angela in the new one because she looks like a real person. not saying nobody has ever looked like the original angela, but she looks like women i know in real life, and girls i knew at her age. she looks like people i love dearly but never get to see in media, even as secondary or side characters. and it fits her so well. i have so many friends who are women with her demeanor and looks like! women like this exist! and they are worth love and enjoying, fictional or not. she doesn't exist to be sexy. you can protest all you want and say it's not about that, but then what it is about?

i get she was intentionally made to look older in the original due to the trauma she sustained, but that's not wholly realistic. some of us have been beatened and battered in life but are babyfaced. you genuinely cannot, even in intentional character design, infer someone is traumatized just because "they look older than they should". there's a variety of genetics and circumstances at play beyond that.

and also she's literally based of of her voice actor's looks, like completely scanned-in mocap of her. everytime you insult her looks or make fun or her you're making fun of a real woman. but obviously people (men, anyway) who are willing to see it as such an appalling offense don't care if they're hurting an actual human being with what they have to say.

from a character design standpoint, the casting of angela is really good in my opinion. but beyond that subjectiveness, that is what actual people look like

[huntfeld]

Where Shadows Meet

Pairing: Angela Orosco x Reader

Summary: In Silent Hill, the reader meets Angela, and together they confront their pasts. Through a cautious bond, they find comfort and begin to see a way out—no longer alone.

@fallenvervain hope you like it :)

The fog was thick, draping over Silent Hill’s empty streets in suffocating layers. Buildings stretched upward like skeletal fingers clawing at the sky, their windows hollow and dark, holding secrets that only deepened the town’s oppressive silence. You couldn’t remember how you got here, nor could you shake the feeling that this place knew you somehow, in ways you didn’t want to acknowledge.

As you walked, you spotted a figure up ahead, drifting through the mist. A young woman, shoulders hunched, arms wrapped around herself, as if she were trying to protect what little remained of her spirit. Something about her felt fragile yet powerful, like she carried a lifetime’s worth of sorrow.

“Angela?” you called out softly, more of a question than a certainty.

The woman turned, startled, her face framed by dark hair, her eyes large and hollow. A flicker of confusion crossed her face before her features softened into a guarded understanding.

“You… know my name?” Her voice was delicate, barely more than a whisper, and tinged with a deep sadness that clung to every word.

“Not really,” you admitted, feeling oddly connected to her despite having only just met. “I just thought you looked… as lost as I feel.”

Angela’s gaze drifted down, and for a moment, it seemed she was going to walk away. But instead, she nodded, her eyes avoiding yours. “We’re all lost here,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice laced with a bitter familiarity.

Without another word, she turned and began to walk, as though your presence had reminded her of her purpose. But she didn’t ask you to leave. When you fell into step beside her, she didn’t pull away.

———

The town was a maze of empty streets and forgotten buildings, each one feeling more suffocating than the last. Your footsteps echoed in the silence as if the town itself was listening, watching, waiting. The deeper you walked, the more Silent Hill seemed to close in, twisting the streets around you, the fog distorting every corner into a haunting half-memory.

At last, you both reached an abandoned apartment building, its cracked walls stained and peeling with age. Angela paused at the entrance, her gaze distant, haunted.

“It’s… quiet here,” she said finally, almost to herself.

You nodded, following her inside. The air was stale, the remnants of forgotten lives strewn across the floor, dust and old memories lingering in the corners. Angela found a spot along the wall and slid down, resting her back against it. Her arms wrapped around her knees, holding herself in a way that spoke of deep pain and isolation.

For a long time, you simply sat beside her, the silence between you feeling more honest than any words. Her presence was a steady weight next to you, comforting in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. Finally, Angela broke the silence, her voice as quiet and vulnerable as you’d ever heard it.

“People… they don’t come to Silent Hill for happy reasons,” she said, her eyes fixed somewhere distant. “I came here to face what I thought I deserved.”

Her words hung in the air, raw and heavy, as though she was revealing a part of herself she usually kept hidden. You felt the weight of her sorrow, a feeling that mirrored your own in ways you hadn’t expected.

“I don’t think you deserve this at all,” you replied softly. “I don’t even know you, but… I know that kind of pain. The kind that makes you feel like you have to suffer.”

Angela’s gaze shifted to you, something almost like recognition in her eyes. “Is that why you’re here, too? Looking for a way to… make it right?”

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. “I guess… I’ve been carrying things I can’t let go of. And they got too heavy. I didn’t even realize it until I got here.”

She was quiet for a moment, her fingers tracing a pattern on the floor. “Sometimes,” she murmured, “it feels like this town is just a reflection of everything I try to bury. Like it’s showing me my pain because it’s all I’ve got left.”

You reached out, your fingers brushing hers, a small, tentative gesture. She flinched slightly, but didn’t pull away. Her fingers remained just under yours, delicate and unsure.

“Angela,” you whispered, “we don’t have to do this alone. We don’t have to stay here and suffer like this.”

Her hand tensed under yours, and she looked away, her eyes shining with a deep-rooted hurt. “I don’t… I don’t know how to leave. I don’t know if I even want to.”

The vulnerability in her voice broke something in you. Gently, you wrapped your fingers around hers, careful not to move too quickly. She closed her eyes, her shoulders shaking as she leaned into your touch, the tension in her body slowly easing.

“I’m not saying it’ll be easy,” you said softly, the words meant as much for you as for her. “But we can start small. One step at a time. I’ll stay with you, as long as you’ll have me.”

Angela’s eyes opened, wide and cautious, as though the idea of someone staying, of someone caring, was too foreign to believe. Her fingers curled around yours, hesitant, but with a quiet strength.

You stayed like that, the two of you huddled in the empty silence of the apartment, until at last Angela shifted closer, resting her head against your shoulder. Her breath was shaky, her closeness warm, and you could feel her heartbeat, fragile and steady.

She spoke after a long time, her voice softer, almost shy. “I didn’t think… I’d ever feel safe. Not with anyone.”

You glanced down at her, a gentle warmth spreading in your chest. “It’s okay to feel safe with me. I’m here for you.”

Angela looked up at you, her eyes filled with something tentative, a mix of fear and longing. Carefully, she leaned forward, her forehead resting against yours, as if the contact itself was a quiet promise. You could feel the tension between you both, a cautious closeness that was neither forced nor rushed.

For a moment, you thought about kissing her, but you waited, sensing she wasn’t ready. Instead, you wrapped an arm around her shoulder, holding her in a quiet, protective embrace.

Together, you sat in the silence, letting the connection between you grow in its own time, each touch a reminder that maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of Silent Hill. A way forward that didn’t involve facing the darkness alone.

———

When you finally stood to leave, Angela took your hand, her grip a little stronger, a little surer. And as you walked into the fog, you felt the weight of Silent Hill begin to lift, replaced by the quiet comfort of having found someone who understood.

———

[krokaxe]

"I'm too afraid to look in the mirror, too afraid to face that ugly thing that doesn't look like me anymore. I can't do anything. I don't care about anything. I only spend my days trembling and dreading the arrival of the night. Every day is that empty." —Angela Orosco

Little bonus Angela because I was so pleased with how she came out. The quotes have been taken from the Silent Hill novelisation 🔥🔪

[zenithangelic]

Gentle Steps Forward

TW: PTSD, references to past SA

After the events of Silent Hill 2, Angela Orosco has slowly begun to rebuild her life. Though still haunted by nightmares and memories of her past, she finds comfort in small moments—working at a quiet bookstore, caring for her cat, and embracing self-care. As she heals, Angela learns to see herself in a new light, finding a strength and peace she never thought possible.

The scent of lavender lingers in the air, soft and subtle, like the promise of a quiet evening. Angela Orosco watches the steam curl upward from her teacup, its tendrils reminding her of mist-covered roads, stretching out into a foggy oblivion. But this isn't Silent Hill. It's her tiny apartment, nestled in a quiet corner of town. It’s been years since she escaped that town, but some days it feels closer than others.

She exhales slowly, letting her gaze drift to the small stack of books on the coffee table—novels she picked up from the bookstore where she works. The thought makes her smile. The bookstore is a far cry from the life she used to know, a world away from the chaos and pain that once ruled her existence. It’s small, quiet—perfect. A place where she can lose herself in the words of others and, for a few hours, forget the weight of her own story.

But even now, her thoughts flicker to darker days. To fire and ashes. To faces long gone but never truly absent. They lurk in the corners of her mind, ready to pounce when she lets her guard down. Angela shakes her head, as if the motion could dislodge the memories. Her hands tremble slightly as she lifts the teacup to her lips, but the warmth steadies her.

“Everything’s okay,” she whispers to herself, voice soft and deliberate. “I’m safe.”

A soft meow draws her attention, and she looks down to see a pair of amber eyes staring up at her from the floor. The cat—Rosie—has been a quiet companion for the past few months. She showed up outside Angela’s apartment block one rainy afternoon, drenched and skinny, and Angela took her in without hesitation. Now, Rosie curls around her ankles, a comforting presence, warm and alive.

Angela smiles. “Hey, girl,” she murmurs, leaning down to scratch behind the cat’s ears. Rosie purrs contentedly, her body arching into the touch.

“You’re spoiled, you know that?” Angela teases, though the words are gentle. Rosie follows her into the bathroom, where the tub is already half-full with warm water, the lavender-scented bath oils dissolving into the steam. For a long time, Angela hated bathing. It reminded her too much of the showers she’d taken as a teenager—furiously scrubbing herself until her skin was raw, trying to wash away the feeling of her father and brother's hands.

But now, bathing has become an act of care, something soft and indulgent. It’s not about purging the past anymore—it’s about being present. About healing.

Angela starts undressing slowly, her eyes catching her reflection in the mirror as she pulls off her shirt. Her gaze lingers on her shoulders, then moves downward to her torso. The turtlenecks she used to wear to hide herself from the world have been replaced with soft cotton t-shirts, sometimes even sleeveless tops. She’s never liked her body, always seeing it as a reminder of what was taken from her. But now... now she looks at herself and feels something unfamiliar. Not disgust. Not shame. Something closer to acceptance.

Her hair falls loosely around her shoulders—dark and thick, the same shade her father and brother had. For years, she hated it. Tried dyeing it red once, then blonde, hoping to distance herself from them, from the way they looked. But the colour never felt right, and after a while, she let it grow out, letting it return to its natural hue. It’s not that she’s made peace with that part of herself, not completely. But she’s no longer running from it either.

Angela tilts her head, studying her reflection. Her skin looks soft under the bathroom light, her lips slightly parted, her body more at ease than it has been in a long time. She isn’t sure what’s changed—maybe it’s the fact that she’s alive, here, standing in front of this mirror when she never thought she’d make it this far. 

“Pretty,” she thinks, almost in disbelief. The word feels foreign, like something she isn’t allowed to claim. But it’s there, lingering in the corners of her mind. Pretty.

Her hands fall to her sides, and for the first time in years, she doesn’t feel the urge to cover herself. She steps into the bath, letting the warm water envelop her, and exhales a long, slow breath. The tension in her body melts away, and she sinks deeper, closing her eyes as the lavender wraps around her like a gentle embrace.

The memories come, like they always do. There’s no running from them, not completely. Her father’s voice, echoing from some distant part of her mind. Her brother’s hands. The heat of the fire in Silent Hill, always crackling in the distance. But now, there’s something different. They don’t consume her like they used to. The memories rise, but they don’t swallow her whole. They’re just... there.

She opens her eyes, staring at the ceiling. “You can’t hurt me anymore,” she whispers into the steam.

The words are shaky, but they’re real.

Rosie meows from the bathroom doorway, and Angela chuckles, breaking the heaviness of the moment. “I know, I know. You’re hungry. Just a few more minutes, okay?”

The cat seems unimpressed but trots away, leaving Angela alone in the quiet warmth of the bath.

After a while, she rises, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. She dries herself slowly, taking the time to appreciate the softness of the fabric against her skin, the warmth of her own body. In the past, she would’ve hurried through this, eager to cover herself up, to hide. But now... she’s learning to be present. To be gentle with herself.

-----

The bookstore is quiet, just the way Angela likes it. The soft rustle of pages turning is the only sound as she straightens the shelves, her fingers trailing along the spines of the books. She likes this place. It’s small, tucked away in a sleepy part of town, the kind of place where people come to lose themselves in stories. And, for a few hours every day, it feels like a sanctuary.

The owner, Mrs. Lopez, is kind but leaves Angela alone most of the time, trusting her to handle the customers and the day-to-day tasks. It’s perfect. Angela isn’t sure how she landed this job, but she’s grateful for it. Here, among the books, she feels... calm.

The bell above the door jingles, and Angela looks up to see a familiar face. Mr. Simmons, one of the regulars, shuffles in, his glasses perched on the end of his nose. He smiles when he sees her.

“Morning, Angela,” he says, his voice warm. “Got any new recommendations for me?”

Angela nods, returning the smile, though it’s small. “I just put out some new arrivals yesterday. There’s a novel I think you might like...”

She leads him to the fiction section, pulling a book from the shelf. Mr. Simmons chats about his garden as she hands it to him, and she listens, nodding in all the right places. It’s nice, these little moments of connection. She doesn’t say much, but she’s getting better at this—at talking to people, at being around them without feeling like she needs to escape.

After he leaves, the store grows quiet again, and Angela lets herself relax. She goes back to organising the shelves, her mind drifting. It’s strange how different her life is now. There are still bad days—days when the memories are too loud, too close. Nights when she wakes up drenched in sweat, her father’s voice echoing in her ears, or her brother’s face looming over her. But those days are fewer now. And when they come, she knows how to cope. She’s learning how to breathe through it, how to remind herself that she’s safe. That she’s here.

The bell jingles again, but this time it’s Mrs. Lopez, returning from her errands. “I’ll be in the back if you need me,” she calls, disappearing behind the counter.

Angela nods, but her attention is already drifting back to the books, to the comforting routine of her work. She pulls a novel from the shelf, running her fingers along the cover. There’s something soothing about being surrounded by stories. In here, she can be anyone—someone whose life isn’t haunted by shadows, someone whose past is just that: the past.

But Angela knows better than to believe that entirely. The past doesn’t just disappear. It lingers, woven into the fabric of who she is. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s not about forgetting, but about moving forward, even when the weight of it feels unbearable.

-----

That night, Angela curls up on the couch, Rosie purring softly beside her. She flips through a book, but her mind isn’t really on the words. Instead, it drifts to the small, quiet life she’s built for herself. It’s not much, but it’s hers. She has the bookstore, her books, her cat. She has her baths, her tea, her music. Small comforts that help her get through the days.

She’s still learning how to let herself enjoy these things. For so long, she felt like she didn’t deserve them—didn’t deserve any kind of peace or happiness. But she’s trying. She’s trying to be kind to herself, even on the days when it feels impossible.

Rosie nudges her hand, and Angela chuckles, setting the book aside to scratch behind the cat’s ears.

“Thanks for being here,” she murmurs, her voice soft. Rosie just purrs louder, her body warm and solid against Angela’s leg.

Angela leans back, closing her eyes. There’s still so much she’s figuring out, so much she’s learning about herself. She’s not healed—not completely. She still has nightmares. 

But she doesn’t fall apart anymore. Not like she used to.

She takes a deep breath, opening her eyes. The apartment is dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting shadows on the walls. It’s quiet, but it’s a peaceful kind of quiet. Not the suffocating silence of her old life, but the kind that feels like rest. Like recovery.

“I’m okay,” she whispers, not to anyone in particular. Maybe to herself. Maybe to the ghosts that still linger, even if they can’t hurt her anymore.

For the first time in a long time, she starts to believe it.

-----

The next morning, Angela wakes up before the sun rises, the faintest hint of dawn creeping through the curtains. Rosie is curled up at the foot of the bed, a small, warm ball of fur. Angela watches her for a moment, then stretches, feeling the pull of her muscles as she sits up. She feels... good. Better than usual, at least.

She pulls on a loose sweater and heads to the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. As the kettle boils, she leans against the counter, staring out the window. The world is quiet at this hour, still wrapped in the dark early morning.

Angela pours herself a cup of her favourite herbal tea and takes it to the living room, where she sits on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her. 

She sips her tea slowly, savoring the warmth as it spreads through her. The nightmares are still there, lurking in the back of her mind, but they don’t have the same hold on her that they used to. They don’t completely control her anymore.

The sun is just starting to rise when she finishes her tea, the light filtering in through the windows, casting bright beams across the room. Angela stands up, stretching her arms above her head. There’s a lot she still has to figure out, a lot she’s still working through. But she’s here. She’s alive. And that’s enough for now.

As she walks to the bathroom to start her morning routine, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She pauses, staring at her reflection. Her hair is messy, her undereye circles still dark, but there’s something different. Something softer. 

Angela smiles—a small, tentative smile, but a real one. She runs her fingers through her hair, smoothing it down, and lets out a slow breath.

“I’m okay,” she whispers again, and this time, it feels like the truth.

-----

That evening, after work, Angela takes another long bath. She sinks into the water, closing her eyes, and lets herself relax. The memories come, but they don’t overwhelm her. She lets them pass, like waves lapping at the shore, and focuses on the warmth of the water, the quiet hum of Rosie purring nearby.

When she gets out, she wraps herself in a towel and stands in front of the mirror again. Her skin is flushed from the heat of the bath, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. She takes a deep breath and looks at herself—really looks at herself.

She’s not the same person she was all those years ago. She’s not the broken, scared girl who ran away from Silent Hill. She’s not the girl who hated herself, who couldn’t stand to look in the mirror, who wore turtlenecks to hide her body.

She’s different now. Stronger. Healing.

Angela reaches up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and smiles.

“I’m okay,” she says one last time, and this time, she knows it’s true.

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[thingstrumperssay]

People (right-wing incels) are upset by how Angela Orosco looks in the Silent Hill 2 remake. They of course poorly photoshopped her to "look pretty" with make-up and a suspiciously smooth face.

They photoshopped a suicidal domestic and child sexual abuse victim because they didn't think she was fappable enough. (At least the CSA is heavily implied. I can't remember if it was straight-up stated or not.)

[sakurachan7734]

Since I already gave my opinion on Maria and silent Hill 2 remake is coming out in October I might as well just give my opinion on everybody else

James Sunderland

He looks the same and he seems a lot more depressed in the remake and I like his new voice better I do not know if it’s my mind playing tricks on me but there were some parts in the voice acting in the original where it’s like “is the microphone wonky or the voice actors far away from it?”

Angela orosco

I fucking refuse to believe that people are actually mad on social media just because they gave a S3XUAL ABUSE VICTIM a chubby face and thicker eyebrows now I think her new voice is OK but she looks pretty much the same to me besides she has a turtleneck now

Laura

Same with James she looks the same to me they actually made her look like a little kid and I think both voices from the original and remake suit her

Eddie dombrowski

From what I saw from the trailer he seems like he could snap at any moment which is the point of his character I believe and I actually like his new design and voice better

Mary Sunderland

I’m not gonna say much cause we only saw her for about a minute in the trailer but she looks exactly the same

And like I said in my Maria post if you don’t like the new gameplay, if you do not like the new designs and voices, if you don’t like anything their doing for the remake then…….DON’T PLAY OR LOOK AT ANYTHING ABOUT THE REMAKE!!! 

[frogyjones-writes]

General info:

I'll only do requests that interest me this is something I do for fun in my free time so you might get an answer awhile after a submission :]

Most likely to get through headcanons/short prompts done first!

Characters I write for:

Don't be afraid to ask for a character from the same Fandom however! I'm just better with these guy's characterization :]

The Last of Us: Ellie Williams, Dina, Abby Anderson

Dead By Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Nurse (Sally Smithson), Ghost Face (Danny Johnson), The Huntress (Anna), The Pig (Amanda Young), The Plauge (Adiris), The Onryō (Sadako Yamamura)

Silent Hill: Lisa Garland, Maria, Mary Shepard-Sunderland, James Sunderland, Angela Orosco, Harry Mason

Misc: Sadako Yamamura (ringu), Selene (underworld), Carol Aird (Carol),

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Jill Valentine, Claire redfield (games/movies), Alice Abernathy (movies), Rebecca Chambers, Helena Harper

The Quarry: Emma Mountebank, Abigail Blyg, Kaitlyn Ka, Laura Kearney, Max Brinley, Nick Furcillio, Jacob Custos, Dylan Leviny, Ryan Erzahler

Until Dawn: Sam Giddings, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley

Life is Strange: Maxine "Max" Caufield, Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase, Dana Ward

Tomb Raider: Lara Croft (better with the survivor series), Sam

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner Stanheight, Lynn Denlon

(More to be added later!)

Do's:

Character x Reader, Character x Character, Some OC X Characters, Polyships, LGBTQ+

Heavy angst/sensitive topics

AUs and alternative settings

Accept headcanon requests for multiple characters

Dont's:

NSFW (suggestive stuff is fine but I'm not writing smut)

Incestual/pedophilic ships (yes this includes adoptive family or parental/sibling figures don't test me)

Any dead dove sort of shit

General NoNo's

Writing examples

[onlygamemedia]

Silent Hill 2 Remake Characters

Silent Hill 2 Remake Characters: Unveiling the Faces of Horror Explore the eerie world of Silent Hill 2 Remake characters, from the mysterious protagonist James Sunderland to the haunting Pyramid Head. Delve into psychological horror as we unveil the cast and details about this highly anticipated horror game. Check another Silent Hill 2 News! Silent Hill 2 Remake: A Glimpse into Horror's Resurrection Silent Hill, a cornerstone of horror gaming, is set to make a spine-chilling return with the Silent Hill 2 Remake. Konami recently teased fans with a game reveal, reigniting the fervor of horror enthusiasts worldwide. As the remake approaches, we take a closer look at the characters and what to expect from this iconic title. The Legacy of Silent Hill 2: Remaking Horror Silent Hill 2 holds a special place in the hearts of horror aficionados, and the prospect of a remake has stirred profound excitement. For those unfamiliar with the original, anticipation builds as they prepare to immerse themselves in a classic reborn with modern gaming prowess. Protagonist Spotlight: James Sunderland Who is the protagonist in Silent Hill 2? James Sunderland takes center stage as the protagonist in the Silent Hill 2 Remake. Struggling with the haunting memory of his deceased wife, Mary Shepherd-Sunderland, James embarks on a nightmarish journey. The narrative unfolds with a mysterious note beckoning him to their "special place" in Silent Hill, setting the stage for psychological horror. Are there any changes to James Sunderland's character? While the core essence of James Sunderland remains intact, the remake promises enhanced character depth and visual realism. The next-gen graphics on the PlayStation 5 elevate the emotional impact of James's harrowing quest. Silent Hill 2 Remake Characters: Faces of Fear Who are the key characters in Silent Hill 2 Remake? - James Sunderland: The tormented protagonist haunted by his past. - Mary Shepherd-Sunderland: The deceased wife whose mysterious note sets the story in motion. - Angela Orosco: A complex character with a dark and troubled history. - Eddie Dombrowski: An enigmatic figure with a disturbing presence. - Maria: A mysterious and alluring character with connections to James's past. - Pyramid Head: The iconic antagonist, synonymous with Silent Hill's nightmares. What changes can we expect in the characters' portrayal? The trailer, leaked ahead of schedule, provides a visual feast of the characters' revamped designs. From the psychological nuances of Angela Orosco to the nightmarish presence of Pyramid Head, the remake showcases unparalleled graphical enhancements. Silent Hill 2 Remake: Coming Soon The Silent Hill 2 Remake is poised to deliver horror on a new level, exclusively on PlayStation 5, with a scheduled release in 2023. Brace yourself for a redefined journey into the heart of darkness, where characters old and new will shape the nightmares that await. Download the Silent Hill 2 on Steam! Read the full article

[madame-mortician]

Fun Fact:

The majority of characters in the Silent Hill franchise are based on other characters or celebrities from the time period.

The main ones are:

Alessa Gillespie is based on Florence Tanner from The Legend of Hell House.

Maria's outfit is based on Christina Aguilera's 1999 Teen's Choice Awards outfit.

Mary's outfit is based on Tricia Poe's outfit in Con Air.

Similarly, Laura's outfit is based on Casey Poe's outfit in Con Air, likely being intentional to show Laura and Mary's connection.

Angela Orosco is based on Angela Bennet from The Net, though it isn't as close as the others. Having said this, her beta design resembles Angela Bennet more closely.

Some other small ones are:

Harry Mason was inspired by Humbert Humbert, in what way I do not know for Harry is nothing like him, but who knows.

James Sunderland's face is based on his voice actor Guy Cihi.

Maria/Mary is visually inspired by Cameron Diaz.

Vincent Smith is visually inspired by Ethan Hawke.

Walter Sullivan is visually inspired by Brendan Fraser.

[2x4plank]

Okay, yes. I know I wrote that entire thinkpiece about David and I should've stopped there. But I'm on Permadeath and keep having to replay the winter act, and I feel like I still have so many thoughts about not only David, but the entire act. I'm talking game-only, because I don't feel like watching the show, so spoilers for that if you want to play the game.

The more you acquaint yourself with David, the more you hate him. He is one of the only videogame characters that ever upset my stomach.

When you replay the game, his allyship and empty flattery just becomes that much more disgusting. Having to depend on him to fight enemies off of you (because on the higher difficulties especially, he's useless otherwise! Thanks for all those losses due to Ally Death, David!) and looking to him for help and helping him just feels terrible.

I notice that even James is surprised when David talks to him in that demanding tone. Part of me wonders if he used that tone to impress Ellie or something, like saying that he's the top dog around here. I hate it.

Sidenote: When Ellie calls David an "old man", I like to think she pulled that from Henry calling Joel that. I like to think. Henry and Sam are my favorite allies.

Paying more attention throughout the act, I noticed two kind of repetitive symbols: deer and fire.

The deer symbol is pretty obvious: Ellie starts out hunting a deer; she hides out in a hunting lodge; and all throughout the steakhouse, there are pictures of deer and deer mounts which I somehow didn't notice before.

But I never thought about the fire. How she starts out quite distant from the fire that David started, even though it is freezing cold in winter and she's rubbing underneath her nose because somebody needs to give this girl a scarf! But after they fight together, she gets closer and immediately regrets it because these two men she met aren't normal.

While navigating through the wintry hellscape that is David's town, fire lights your path as you crawl through buildings (I found the inclusion of an arcade interesting; it felt like a marker of childhood to me, and there's even a stuffed giraffe). And then of course, the Steakhouse is on fire, and that fire slowly spreads. The use of fire during this act sort of reminds me of the use of fire in Silent Hill 2, where Angela Orosco who experienced sexual abuse lived in this personal hell of narrow, fiery corridors.

And as I hear, "Ah, thank you, Lord!" for the millionth time, I realize that seeing David as similar to Joel still does not work for me. I just continue to contrast them. The only two things that allow for comparison is that David is an older man who also boosts her up to a higher platform. Otherwise, I don't see many similarities.

As I've said, Joel wants to protect Ellie--both mentally and physically. He doesn't want her to see the burning dead in Bill's town. He doesn't want to traumatize her by letting her shoot other people, or encourage her to jump on the frontlines by giving her a gun. He very much acts like a father who wants to take on all those burdens so his child doesn't have to.

David, on the other hand, exposes her to stuff as a weapon. He locks her in the cage in the same room they chop up bodies. He gleefully smiles as he almost cleaves off her head. He is more than happy to make everything worse for her.

And maybe it bears repeating: JOEL WOULD NEVER ABUSE A CHILD LIKE DAVID WOULD! Which is a vast land of difference when it comes to characterization.

Upon returning the steakhouse, it genuinely felt like going back to a place where something terrible happened, and you don't even want to think about it. It's so quiet, but you're collecting health kits to protect yourself because you know it's about to be something. It's this particular kind of dread. And then David bursts in, starts a fire, takes away your weapon, and you have to face him.

So come the next act, when I see Ellie staring at that deer like she can't pull away from it, it's very painful.

[rattlebear25]

Ngl Maria redesign is pretty awesome compared to Angela. The only thing that i don't understand about her it's that she's less sexualized than her original version and it's a shame because she was made in that way to make a symbolic parallel with Mary and for James' character in the story but she's really attractive and beautiful like Maria from SH should be. Also Laura didn't convince me. Angela Orosco has a more chubby face because... she thinks she's ugly and the developers wanted to make her uglier? But also in the original she had the appearance of a wasted "ugly" damaged woman because her backstory idk.

Btw i hope this remake will be good because i really liked the original Silent Hill 2. I am curious about how Eddie appear in the remake

Maria in Silent Hill 2 Remake (2024)

[huntfeld]

Between Shadows and Silent Hills

Part 2

Pairing: Angela Orosco x Fem!Reader

Summary: After escaping Silent Hill, Angela and the reader find healing together, supporting each other through lingering fears and creating a safe, comforting life side by side.

@fallenvervain hope you like it :)

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The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the room. You lay in bed, listening to the quiet sounds of the world beyond the window — birds, the distant hum of traffic, the everyday life you’d once thought you might never see again. You turned your head, finding Angela still fast asleep beside you, her brow smooth, her expression peaceful in a way that made your heart ache. She looked younger in the morning light, the lines of worry softened, as if Silent Hill had never touched her.

It had been months since you left that place, but some nights the memories still clawed their way into your dreams. You’d wake up breathless, feeling the press of fog and shadows, but then you’d reach over, feeling the warmth of Angela beside you, and it was enough to pull you back to the present. You hadn’t escaped alone; you’d made it out together, two souls carrying the weight of a dark past but finding comfort in each other’s presence.

Angela stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and when she saw you, a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Good morning,” she murmured, her voice still rough with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. There was a time when Angela would flinch from any touch, but now she leaned into it, her eyes closing briefly as she savored the warmth. These small moments were reminders of how far you’d both come — from strangers bound by shared horrors to something deeper, something steady and warm.

She sat up slowly, wrapping herself in the blankets, and you noticed the small scars on her arms, the faint lines that told her story. She noticed your gaze and pulled her sleeve down, but you gently reached out, taking her hand in yours.

“We’re still here,” you said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “We made it through.”

Angela’s eyes softened, though there was a shadow lingering in them, a flicker of memories she couldn’t completely bury. “Sometimes I still feel like it’s waiting for me,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Like if I close my eyes too long, I’ll be back there.”

You nodded, understanding. “I feel it too, sometimes. But we’re here. We’ve got each other. And… it’s okay to feel that way.” You ran your thumb across her knuckles, grounding both of you in the present. “We’re not alone anymore.”

Angela met your gaze, a glimmer of something vulnerable and tender shining through. “I don’t think I’d be here if it weren’t for you,” she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. “After everything… you stayed.”

You leaned closer, resting your forehead against hers, breathing in her presence. “And I’ll keep staying,” you replied softly. “No matter what.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, and for a moment, the room was filled with warmth, a promise unspoken but understood.

The day went on with the quiet routines you’d both come to cherish — the smell of coffee, the comfort of familiar spaces, the peacefulness that settled into the corners of your home. There were times when the shadows crept back in, when one of you would startle at a noise or flinch from a memory. But each time, you’d be there for each other, reminding yourselves that Silent Hill was in the past.

That night, as you lay together in the quiet darkness, Angela reached for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft, raw with a gratitude that went beyond words. “For… everything.”

You squeezed her hand gently, feeling the steady beat of her pulse. “We saved each other,” you murmured, pulling her close, feeling her warmth against you. “And we’ll keep doing that, no matter what.”

In that moment, with Angela beside you and the quiet hum of life filling the spaces around you, you felt something close to peace. The shadows might linger, but together, you knew you could face whatever came next.

———

[wishhouse-in-your-soul]

"No... don't pity me. I'm not worth it... Or maybe... you think you can save me. Will you love me...? Take care of me...? Heal all my pain...? ...Hmph... That's what I thought." Happy Halloween ;O

[raichoose-moved-again]

Tags - Muses, Pt. 1