#i really enjoyed this concept of infected leon

[phoenixmetaphor]

Infected Leon from @tirsynni ‘s [Better Dead]

[moonrisecoeur]

Ur the best sub Leon writer soooo… idk if you seen these but ppl treat las plagas parasite as sex pollen 😭 and I’m so here for it. Concept : re4 leon infected by the parasite OK but he starts out very agressive but ofc he’s a sub so he does whatever reader wants in order to yk… achieve the goal of the parasite (breeding 😔 who said that? Not me) And pls make the reader mean, I love mean femdoms sm, they are chefs kiss. If you need more clarification post it I’ll send another one idk but I’m just seeing what YOU come up with. LOVE UR WRITING btw I love how it’s pretty in character tbh cuz I read ur bully Leon one and I was like “yeah fr like he’s too caring to be a bully 💀”

OMG WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD: you said smth so mean to him that he came too early. He was so sorry for coming early and the mess he made in you But then he continued to keep going trying to pump more- OK SORRY

the BEST?? idk about that but i shall take ur compliment and deliver to you only my best work so thank u bestie i appreciate it sm !! ^-^

las plagas is crazy cuz like the black veins, the loss of control with your physical body, the pain it causes… that’s literally so hot. leon was so fuckable all of re4 but especially in the scenes where his body is being controlled that man is SCRUMPTIOUS

also just so you know. the veins on his dick are black as well ♡

no pronouns mentioned, afab parts mentioned, plaga leon has to be a top im sorry (technically in straight relationships men are always topping unless u count pegging BUT in this context i mean he’s a top more like ‘he’s a sub but he’ll fuck u stupid’ like that’s the vibe)

you spot his blonde hair from across the hall, running over to him excitedly. thank god you found him.

“leon!” you call out, grabbing the attention of the man in question, as you catch up to him. finally finding him in this nightmarish place after getting separated was the best thing possible, “holy crap, i’m so- i’m so glad you’re okay— woah, what… what happened to you?”

he takes a cautious step back, still seemingly holding a little bit of control over his body, “they said it was a gift in my…. my blood… don’t know what the fuck that was about..”

you take a step forward, reaching out your hand to touch his face, fingers tracing the black lines that were once veins invisible to the naked eye. but he stops you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist, “don’t.”

“don’t… what?” you ask nervously, shoulders slumped.

“you need to… stay away from me,” he groans from pain, and you’re too worried to listen to his words, “stop, get away from me, you— i could hurt you! i don’t want to hurt you…”

but you don’t listen to him, betraying his wishes by shaking off his grip and reaching your hand out again. he can’t try to stop you this time. he moans, actually moans, when your fingertips touch his face, caressing him softly.

“really? it’s that good?” you ask with a small smirk on your face. leon thinks he could die.

“f-fuck…” he mumbles, finally coming closer to you. his hands wrap around your waist as he leans in for a kiss that you’re not ready for, and you both stumble backwards while you try to ground yourself.

he’s getting rough, aggressive, and you need to push back a little or else he’ll consume you entirely. not that you’d mind.

“leon, ease up,” you whisper, pushing him back slightly, and when a growl escapes his throat, you know he’s clearly not in any state to listen, “leon.”

he annoyedly makes eye contact with you, trying his best to listen to what you’re about to say. he is trying, and that’s the worst part. this is him at his most gentle, most restrained.

“you need to listen to me, okay? can you do that?” you ask softly, hand against his chest to keep him from diving too deep into you, and pressing a kiss to his lips. it’s softer. he moans into your mouth needily, but you don’t let him get rough. instead you sweetly get the taste of him. sure, it’s not a delicious taste, but he’s a delicious experience.

you enjoy the way he’s trying so intensely to control and contain himself, for your sake. he knows what you want from him is not his full fledged desires out in the open, completely unchecked.

when you pull away, he looks wrecked already, “please, you can’t do this to me, not if you’re just going to walk away and leave me desperate.”

part of you wants to reassure him. i’m not going to leave you. i would never abandon you when you need me most. but the other part just wants to ravage him, take all of him for yourself, leave nothing of him left but the perfection you’ve created. perfection in your eyes. maybe he’s not the only one infected with some kind of tainted desire.

instead, to accomplish both, you kiss him again, letting your own intensity and desire take over, potentially overpowering his. he whimpers, his shaky hands holding your hips for stability. he’s not being grossly possessive and rough like before. he’s softer now, pliable.

when you pull away, you whisper, “we need to get somewhere safe.”

“wha… what?”

“i need to take my time with you, and we’re not safe out in the open like this…” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to that sweet spot right below his ear. it’s so cute how truly weak leon is right now. sure, that’s always been his weakness, but it’s elevated multiple times over by this parasite in his blood. you have half the mind to thank that weird cult.

when you find a safe room, you’re immediately back on him, pushing him against the wall, enjoying the way he whimpers as you kiss him, his need for you multiplying by the minute.

“please, please, i need you, i need you so fucking bad, please, i need to take you, need to make you mine, need to—”

“shut up,” you groan, fingers roughly grabbing his jaw, pushing his head back and away from you, “you’re going to be good, or you won’t get what you want. i don’t care how badly you fucking need me, you’re going to be patient. you’re going to be nice and obedient or you’ll get nothing from me. and that little parasite inside of you is horrified at the idea that you won’t get to fuck my pretty pussy, hm?”

he looks pathetic, moaning like a whore at just some words, but it’s the way you say them, the way you say them, that kills him. he eventually calms himself down enough to nod with his eyes shut tightly, “i’ll do whatever you say. you know that.”

“lay down on the floor,” you command, almost growling back at him, and he opens his eyes in surprise.

“what?”

“you heard me. on the ground, beneath me, right now, leon,” your eyes narrow at him, enjoying the way he weakly sinks to his knees before sitting down completely and laying back.

“like this..?” he asks, confused. he doesn’t know what’s about to happen, and that excites him immensely.

you take off your belt with all your utility tools and your jeans along with it. then finally, your underwear. he looks up at you with wide, delicious eyes.

he asks so sweetly, even though he knows the answer, “are you… are you gonna make me..?”

“yeah, you are. i’m going to sit down on your pretty, pretty face and you’re going to enjoy every second of being beneath me, where you belong, servicing me, and making me cum.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of belonging beneath you, “yeah, fuck, okay—”

“—and you’re not going to fucking talk until i cum, got it?”

he nods, and once you sit down upon your throne, he gets right to work. he laps up the fluids of your cunt like a dog, working tirelessly, sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. this is his place. he deserves nothing more than to be here with you, caving to your every desire even if all of his thoughts include breeding you and getting you pregnant with his babies. he’d do anything you asked if he could just have that.

he’d be at your service, at your mercy, until you chose to give him what he wanted.

but he makes you cum so fucking hard that it’s impossible to not give him what he wants, especially when rough hands grab onto your thighs as you’re cumming and he’s still giving you the head of your life through your orgasm. he grabs you just to stabilize you, but also to be possessive.

he can’t help how bad he’s gotten about jealousy and possessiveness with this parasite. he’s never been the jealous boyfriend, knowing you could hold your own and you’re loyal and stuff, but something about the way he looks at you now is different. it’s deep and primal. he looks at you like he needs to have you, and no one else can.

it’s insanely hot, but it’s also inconceivable how uncontrollable those urges are. leon has good self control, and you notice it in how he’s acting. again, this is him at his most restrained. he’s trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, taking everything he wants from you because he knows you don’t want that.

somewhere deep inside of him, he’s still himself, still that awkward and dorky guy that just wants to love you and give you everything you want. you wouldn’t want that.

when you roll off of him, laying down next to him to give yourself a moment to recover, you press a kiss to his shoulder, a sign that it’s an act, your harshness isn’t real. he returns the gesture by kissing the top of your head. a sign that he acknowledges your motives.

“please,” he whimpers suddenly, startling you out of your daze as his hand caresses your back softly, “i’ll let you control everything, you can do whatever you want with me, but fucking please, i’m so desperate to put my cock inside of your pussy, baby. i can’t think straight, and i’m trying so damn hard to control myself but i won’t be able to much longer…”

“yeah? you wanna put your cock inside of me? feel it throb inside the wetness and warmth of my cunt, fill me up with—”

he cuts you off with a loud moan, his hands grasping onto you and his eyes shutting tightly at the thought of such pleasure. he looks wrecked at the mere mention of cumming inside of you. you obviously have to capitalize on this fact.

“oh? so it’s the filling me up part, isn’t it? the ‘gift’ you have makes you really want to cum inside me, hm?” you say, smirking cruelly at him, watching his resolve crumble as he moans shamelessly, “do you want… breed me, leon?”

he gasps, breathing heavily. he’s incredibly wound up, and now you know the real reason he’s insatiable and uncontrollable, “f-fuck, i— it’s not that i want to, it’s that i need to… i need to fuck you and breed you so damn bad, i—”

you cover his mouth with the palm of your hand, enjoying the way he groan in pleasure when you straddle him. god, he’s not even inside of you, but he looks fucked out. he looks he’s about to burst already.

“god, you’re so fucking desperate,” you mumble to him, leaning in closer to whisper to him despite having him muzzled with your hand. not that he’d ever hurt you, he would never even imagine it, “you’re going to fuck me stupid, okay? you’re going to fuck me until my legs go numb and i can’t feel anything but you… and only when i tell you you can, you’ll breed me, fuck your cum even deeper into me and not let any of it escape. understood?”

he breathes shakily, not responding. obviously you forgot you have your hand over his mouth. when you take it off, he nervously says, “got it. i’ll… i’ll be good. i’ll make you feel so good.”

your voice is dark, cruel, full of malicious intent, “you fucking better, or i won’t let you cum. you’ll get to fuck me, sure, but i won’t ever give you the satisfying orgasm your body is desperately aching for. you won’t get to fill me up, and all you’ll have left to fuck for your little orgasm is your hand.”

his heart aches. the idea of disappointing you makes him feel a physical pit of nervousness in his stomach, the same ones he felt when he was more like himself. he just wants to feel like himself again.

“g-got it,” he whimpers. you get off of him, and he’s got you pinned immediately, gently resting you against the ground he was previously laying on. the image of you beneath him has him breathless. he feels like he’s worshipping a god with every move he makes.

he slides his cock into you, groaning at how easy it is, how wet you are. he bottoms out almost immediately, enjoying the way your body wraps around him in almost every sense. he silently adores you. he loves that you want him, crave him just like he craves you. that underneath all of your dominance, you’re his lover too.

fuck, he’s starting to feel possessive again. he beings to thrust into you, his body moving faster than either of you can handle, but you keep your cool better than he does.

“don’t let yourself start to think you’re in control,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips to his shoulder, baring your teeth but not hard enough to draw blood. just enough to remind him of his place, “you belong to me. not the other way around, got it?” you growl into his ear.

he can’t even respond, too enraptured by your body and the feeling of your control over him leaving him a shuddering mess.

and you can’t even deny it. he’s putting in the work, thumb playing your with your clit just like how he knows you like, and clearly he’s getting the results he’s looking for. his body comes closer to the edge sooner than he’d like, but he tries to stave it off, for your sake.

still leaning into him, you whisper in your darkest voice, “maybe i should leave you like this, so you can stay this desperate… for me. i would try and cure you, but… not sure if i really care anymore.”

he shudders, voice giving out on him as he tries to plead with you. he cums without warning, obviously his body did it without the consent and go-ahead of his conscious mind. he already looks embarrassed at cumming without your permission. you don’t really have the mind to care right now, but you remember it for.. later.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck, leon, give it to me, give in to your cravings, your desires, your needs,” you moan in his ear, desperate for him, only him, and he’s yours, he’s all yours, it’s all he’s ever been and all he’ll ever be. he keep fucking you even after cumming, keeping you filled up, pushing it deeper, “make me yours.”

and he has no choice but to comply.

[elenafisher-wong]

Aeon fic rec pt. 2

As this fic rec was getting a little old (four years ago already!) and too many of the fics on it had been deleted, I figured it was time for a remake. Please enjoy this new list of my favorite aeon fanfictions!

to our phantoms yet to come (teatin). Teatin is a pillar in the aeon fanfic writer community, and this is her latest creation. It follows Leon in the aftermath of RE4R, and his struggle to rebuild his trust in Ada. Poetic, angsty, sexy... it's got it all, and I consider this work canon until proved otherwise!

there be dragons (lordbhreanna). A four chaptered exploration of a 'what if?' RE2R scenario. What if... Ada was never shot by Annette and escaped Raccoon City with Leon, Claire and Sherry? So in-character you'll cry for more.

Homesick (eya_silvers, A.K.A me). Set after RE6, this fic explores a scenario in which Ada moves in with Leon. Settle down for domestic fluff, Leon being stubborn and blind and Ada being stubborn and elusive, as well as some angsty and sexy times, and you've got yourself a nice long novel to read during your insomniac night.

let's see how deep the bullet lies (chaotic3vil). Short but angst-full, it'll have you cry if you decide to act the scene out like I did. Can be summed up in one simple prompt: "What would it take for Ada Wong to break?"

Fallen Angel (romanticprism). Ada finds an orphan child in the middle of the warzone and decides to give her the life she deserves... with the help of the only man she trusts. This is the aeon as parents fic you've dreamed of.

Locked and Loaded (nuricurry). The three S: Sad, Suicidal, and Sexy. Or: Ada likes to point her gun but she can never really pull the trigger.

It's Cold Outside But I'm Burning (blaircow). Four walls, two people, one conversation. Let's all harass the author for more chapters because damn this is good!

Just Me and You (AzuraJae). Another aeon parents fic!! After the events of RE6 and Vendetta, Ada drops a baby on Leon's doorstep... is he ready to be a dad? And does she have what it takes to be a mom?

all the roads we didn't walk (teatin). I adore this one so much. Basically six fics in one, it's taking the concept of multiverse and applying it to aeon in heart-breaking and tooth-rotting ways. If you don't want to cry, don't read it. If you do, oooh boy!

scales and measures (whatsarasays). One step forward, two steps back with aeon. They don't trust each other, yet they do, they can't love each other, yet they want to... this fic is a whirlwind of emotions and opposing feelings.

Carmen (eya_silvers). Following a battle against a bioterrorist, Ada and Leon get infected and... swap bodies. They now have to find a way to get back to themselves, as well as navigate the issues of their relationship and end a potential biohazard war. Sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of push from the universe to be able to see yourself in the other's eye...

Of Things Unseen (jcavero). After Spain, Leon and Ashley have to get back to their own life, but the losses are great and traumas are deep. Slowly, they both push each other to the path of healing. Perhaps Leon can have closure with Ada too. All the relationships in this fic are so great and I absolutely adore introspective fics.

[tirsynni]

This shit is a HUGE pet peeve of mine. People, please don’t take these things too seriously. PLEASE.

I’ve seen people call Leon an idiot for eating raw eggs and fish in the games and make him the butt of ongoing jokes for it. C’mon. Please understand video game mechanics. If you want to incorporate it into your fics and such, there are ways to do it while understanding that there has to be a translation from video game mechanics to realism in a story. 

Taking anything too seriously in Vendetta is asking for trouble. Compare Vendetta to Damnation. In Damnation, they tend to play things more seriously. There is a certain quiet, understated drama in Damnation that you don’t see in Vendetta. In Damnation, they touch on politics and background bullshit -- like how the US government used and manipulated Leon to get around certain barriers preventing them from acting and how that fucked Leon up -- and the horrors of war. Vendetta? Far more tongue in cheek. Yes, there’s angst and drama and loss, but c’mon. It’s far more action-oriented, far less realistic, and far more playful. Gun-kata, anyone? Random explosions everywhere? The good guys casually destroying half of New York with a really overblown weapon?

For pretty much all of this, no matter how seriously the games and movies try to make things, there has to be that translation from video game/movie mechanics to story realism. Not even realism-realism, because this is a fucking zombie horror/action series, where characters munch on strange, healing plants and walk away from things which should leave them corpses. Without some type of conversion/translation, you’re stuck with crack!fic. Welp, Leon’s hurt. Time to eat raw fish in the middle of battle. Infections? Never knew them.

Fuck, there’s an actual thing for this that I can’t recall right now, but it’s along the lines of how characters never need to use the bathroom in books and movies and such. It’s about the story. It’s about what you watch and play and the specific results desired from it, like watching a character do an awesome backflip or having your main character kill a full army by themself in a video game. It’s about the desired focus and the desired result, with unnecessary details being dismissed. All parties are supposed to suspend their disbelief, immerse themselves in the game/story/etc., and enjoy themselves.  

Please, don’t take this stuff too seriously or too literally. Understand the genre and figure out how much you want to keep and how you can semi-realistically work it into your thing. In the above example of Leon on the bike with the grenades, he’s obviously not pulling out a grenade pin with his teeth. That would end up with the grenade still in his hand and his teeth somewhere on the road behind him. The series had spent multiple games and movies emphasizing that Leon’s concern has always been the people. He’s not going to throw grenades haphazardly around if it means he could accidentally kill someone.

Trust me. I’ve spent far too long trying to figure out how the BSAA works in connection to the United States government, because if you want to talk about realism in Vendetta, the concept of the US government and US military allowing all that shit without a full fit is fucking insane and beyond unrealistic.

I think about the dumb car crash scenes from Vendetta you just reblogged all the time. Like there r people in those cars exploding. I wonder if that shit keeps Leon up at night

honestly I don't think we can speculate very seriously about a scene that the makers put zero thought into aside from "this looks cool as fuck!" they definitely didn't assume there are people in the cars. who knows, maybe they're zombified and don't count lol?

because honestly, if there were actual living people driving those cars Leon wouldn't be so flippant about blowing them up. so idek if it's an oversight, idk if they somehow thought they're self driving or zombie driven cars, or... yeah my money is 100% on "damn this is cool!" without zero other thoughts.

bc like. there's already enough shit that keeps Leon up at night. and he's shown time and time again he cares for the little people. so why would he just blow them up.

it's not like the makers of Vendetta put any thought into collateral damage anyway, Nadia's railgun, anyone??

[quentin-arliamari]

Locked In: Prologue

Preliminary Data stream loading. Signs of possible instability detected. Further data required for affirmation. 

Video steam initialized. Recording starting in 3… 2… 1

A soft sigh escaped from a pair of velvetine lips. Data streams were always such a hassle and could be tampered with so much easier than normal notes. Perhaps this is just an extra measure to ensure the notes turned in are true to fact? 

Heels clicked against the floor as the refined office soon left the field of sight. The building remained quiet save those echoing clicks, yet every surface reflected Quentin’s current appearance as they proceeded towards the lift to receive their first case. 

Still in their form from their previous research studies the being looked and appeared to be a rather adrogynous human in dark business attire. Humans. Quentin leaned against the lift wall as they began their ascent to the Council Chamber. Humans were fickle creatures with varying temperaments. Some societies were all accepting and more than kind while others were cruel and seemed to know nothing but bigotry. 

The door opened with a low electrical hiss and Quentin stepped out. The same hiss seemed to stay at the base of their skull as the room illuminated with lines and runes of cyan and violet lights. Nine podiums circled the room, their seats high enough that all that could be seen was the faint glowing eye insignia that either marked the Council’s faces or perhaps decorated some sort of mask or helmet. No one to this day knows. The hiss seemed to grow louder and louder until finally a familiar tickle of electrical current felt as if it reached Quentin’s nervous system. 

The Council began to speak, but their words were less heard and more felt through the Defense Reformer’s entire self being. 

The Eye has requested you look into a matter for us. Timelines such as your 10-06’s have experienced offshoots since their very conception. The Locke virus seems to be mutating faster than anticipated, and while the essential mechanics for otherworldly participation is not hindered, that is not our main concern. 

Similar to that of the trading type locke we have reason to believe what otherworlders call a TypeLocke may prove to be a more serious glitch in the actual world’s matrix. 

You will not be sent alone, Reformer. We are sending an Enforcer to keep an eye on your progress. Should there seem to be a glitch serious enough you will be extracted and the infected timelines destroyed. 

The glow around the room began to intensify and Quentin need not speak their agreement of their assignment. There was no rejecting an assignment from the Council, let alone the Eye. Bowing their head the Reformer approached the center of the room. Electricity began to ripple through their body before they turned into bright lights of data. 

Error, subject unable to engage in mainline character format. Reconfiguring… Reconfiguring… loading. Loading complete

Human bodies were always so annoying, especially with all of the repressed emotions Quentin kept inside all of their life. Wordlessly they gathered their travel pack and bid their grandmother a respectful farewell as they left the small cottage in Postwick. 

Flicking their amber eyes left and right they finally made their way over to their neighbor’s home. The home of the current Galar champion Leon, his mother, and his younger brother Hop. The young adult knocked on the door and was greeted by the mother of the two boys. The two had a nice talk over tea about Leon’s temporary return home and how excited Hop would be. 

Sequence out of order. Warning: Proceed with Caution.

A half smile found its way onto Quentin’s features as they ignored the warning flashing in their eyes. What did they expect? Of course the sequence would be broken when you have an adult take the position of a child. 

“Have you ever thought of becoming a trainer, Quentin?” 

The soft question was enough to bring the Reformer out of their trance, “Well… sort of. My gran would appreciate it if I were to get out of the house more, but I’m not really the field travel type. I prefer to stay in one space.” Quentin mused as they finished their tea, the two could hear Leon and Hop outside, eagerly chatting as it seemed the older brother was giving the younger a brand new Pokemon. 

“Well why don’t you speak to Leon? I know you’ve aged out of the exploratory stage before trainers have to decide a type to expertise in, but perhaps he could help see what can be done so you can still enjoy the life of a trainer.”

Quentin’s eyes widened. Did the code just? 

Sequence righted, proceed as normal.

The code fixed itself. Things were sure to continue to be out of order but perhaps…

A small smile spread on the brunette’s face. “I think I’d like that.”

The night continued on with Leon putting Hop through some mock battles before their mother began a wind down period before dinner. That time is when Quentin approached Leon. Not saying anything they leaned against the lone tree by the practice field. The Champion, as sharp as ever, did not miss a single beat. Arms crossed he stood beside Quentin as the two seemed to contently watch over Hop, his mother, and their grandmother. 

“Hop has told me a lot about you, said you moved to Postwick not that long ago from Kanto?” Leon asked, his eyes flicking over to the other. When he received a small shrug in response he hummed. “He also said you have always been kind to the Pokemon around town but neither you or your gran own any… Even if you don’t become a professional battle trainer, have you put thought into becoming a trainer anyways?” Either this man was way more perceptive than he let on or his mother talked to him. 

“Sort of, I was never lucky enough to be able to travel to Pallet Town to receive a starting Pokemon from Professor Oak. So I’ve never been registered or been allowed to decide a specialty.” Quentin droned on as they tried to keep a neutral expression, however, the new false memories began to flood them with overwhelming emotions. A frown pulled at their lips. “And since Galar seems stricter than Kanto, Gran and I were never sure if I could travel to Wyndon for proper registration.” 

Leon watched with curious and sympathetic eyes, his lips parting to say something more. Before he could his younger brother came rushing over with finished kebabs for the two to try as dinner was being set. His gaze lingered as Quentin carefully took one and they tussled Hop’s hair before sending him back towards the house, following after him as their neutral expression returned to their features. 

The meal went by with idle chatter and talk of adventures. Quentin listened to them all with a carefully placed expression that showed interest while remaining professional distance. The two guests bid their farewells, but they did not get far before Leon came running out after the two. 

“Quentin! Hey wait up a sec!” The purple haired man called out. The person of interest indeed stopped with a sigh, motioning for their grandmother to go ahead they turned to Leon. “It’s not a guarantee, but maybe we can go to Professor Magnolia’s house tomorrow? If both she and I vouch for you, perhaps the people at registrations will have to agree to let you become a trainer!” 

Quentin’s eyes widened, why was he trying so hard? The code had a lot to do with interactions, but Leon also seemed like the type of person to do something like this unprompted. The corner of their lips twitched upwards. 

“Alright, sure… but I’ll be leading the way.” They spoke with a teasing, but knowing, tone of Leon’s horrid sense of direction. The man looked a bit sheepish as he let out a small chuckle in agreement. 

As he watched after the hopefully soon-to-be trainer Leon had to rub his eyes. Perhaps it was all of the travel and excitement from the day’s events, but he could have sworn Quentin shifted as if a Porygon, if only for the slightest of seconds. Rubbing the back of his head Leon tried to shake off the strange feeling. He just needed some sleep, and with that he turned in for the night himself. 

[script-a-world]

age

I’m doing a historical story and having trouble with, well, ages. I mean people don’t live long, but there is actual real life people who do live long, like say Genghis Khan who died at 65. Then of course with his status he had to have the best medical care. When I think of it, many fictional stories set in the past tend to often have elderly characters, white haired grandparents, as if it were modern day, and mostly ignore all the infant/child deaths. Thinking again, many of these stories also have fantasy/magicial elements. You know, like Merlin. I’ve also seen a lot of Asian movies and they tend to have elderly kung fu masters that can ‘fly’ to an extent and more. But then in these stories, even regular people tend to lead long lives as well. So, if my story is free of these fantasy/magical elements, I definitely should not have too many of these elderly characters, especially if the character isn’t the ruler or part of the royal family but just regular common people?

Saphira: There is an easy solution. Disconnect the concept of "elderly" from the age itself and treat it as a relative concept. This allows the tropes and representation, while painting depth in the cultural perception of lifespan.

Feral:

Okay, let’s math.

Life Expectancy is typically given as the mean age of death from birth of a cohort (people born in the same year). As you may remember, the mean is the type of average where you add up all the numbers and divide by the number of numbers you added. So,

The mean of {1, 2, 2, 4, 7, 7, 7, 7, 11} is 5.33

There are two other types of averages, though, median and mode. Median is best understood as the middle number in the sequence, and mode is the most often repeated number in the sequence.

So, the median of the same set of numbers is 4, and the mode is 7.

Mean is best used when you have an even spread of data without an exceptional difference between the highest and lowest value. Median is best used when you are looking at frequency in a particular data set. Mode is best used when you have nominal data, which is not relevant so we’re gonna ignore it.

Now, there is a really big problem with using the mean age when you include “from birth.” Infant mortality rates! They used to be pretty high. Let’s take a look at a fictitious sample set.

I have 100 commoners in my fantasy world that are a perfectly representative sample of the people who were all born in the same year in the same or very similar environment. Infant mortality (expanded to include children up to age 10) is at 20% (80% of that 20% are ages 1 or 2), maternal mortality (between 18 & 25) is 20% of the female population and 10% of the general population, and the likelihood you will die of war, disease, or famine between 11 years old and 44 years old is also 20%. 50% of the population lives between 45 years old 80 years old. What’s the average life expectancy?

~39 years old.

Here is the number set I used, randomly generated per demographic under the given conditions:

10 deaths at age 1, 6 at age 2, 1 at age 3, 2 at age 5, 1 at age 8, 4 at 12, 5 at 15, 5 at age 18, 2 at age 19, 1 at 21, 2 at 23, 1 at 25, 6 at 30, 2 at 35, 1 at 37, 1 at 41, 1 at 45, 1 at 46, 2 at 47, 2 at 49, 1 at 50, 1 at 51, 1 at 52, 2 at 53, 2 at 54, 1 at 55, 1 at 57, 1 at 58, 2 at 59, 1 at 60, 1 at 62, 4 at 63, 1 at 64, 1 at 65, 1 at 66, 2 at 67, 1 at 68, 5 at 69, 2 at 70, 1 at 73, 2 at 74, 3 at 75, 2 at 76, 1 at 77, 1 at 78, 2 at 79, 1 at 80.

The median age of death of these 100 people is 47 years old, which is the number to consider when looking at frequencies. Although the average life expectancy is 40 years old, people most frequently die around age 47.

Infant mortality is important when talking about the health of a nation, but not so much to your world building question, so let’s take them out.

Our sample set is now: 4 at 12, 5 at 15, 5 at age 18, 2 at age 19, 1 at 21, 2 at 23, 1 at 25, 6 at 30, 2 at 35, 1 at 37, 1 at 41, 1 at 45, 1 at 46, 2 at 47, 2 at 49, 1 at 50, 1 at 51, 1 at 52, 2 at 53, 2 at 54, 1 at 55, 1 at 57, 1 at 58, 2 at 59, 1 at 60, 1 at 62, 4 at 63, 1 at 64, 1 at 65, 1 at 66, 2 at 67, 1 at 68, 5 at 69, 2 at 70, 1 at 73, 2 at 74, 3 at 75, 2 at 76, 1 at 77, 1 at 78, 2 at 79, 1 at 80.

The average life expectancy if you can survive to adolescence is now 48 years old. The median age is 53. But 47.5% of the over-10 population exceeds 53 years old!

All this to say, the Life Expectancy from Birth, or LEB, is not helpful to you on your quest. Or at least, it’s not the whole picture. The standard deviation of life expectancy is huge. In my first sample set it was about 27 years, and in my second sample set it was about 22 years. For comparison, the modern SD in the USA is still 15 years.

Now, you are planning a historical novel, so you’ll be using real world statistical data, or as close as you can depending on the specific period. Start here [ Life Expectancy ] and work your way through the numbers.

Constablewrites: Simplified version: If you survive infancy, you've got a pretty good shot at living long enough to have children. If you survive the stuff that can kill young adults (war/childbirth/accidents), you'll likely live long enough to see your grandchildren. It's not that it was impossible to live as long as people do now, it's just that fewer people did. So while it would be unrealistic to assume that every household in the village has multiple living grandparents, it's not unreasonable to think that several of them would have at least one.

Tex: Death kills humans, yes, but how one arrives at death varies - there are a few constants that consistently mow down a population: disease, strife, famine, and lack of hygiene.

Famine you can't really do much about - if the rains don't come, there's not much you can do but wait it out. Famine can also come from strife, as cutting off food sources are a popular method of conquering a population (even if it backfires), as well as poor management of the lands (something in which lack of hygiene factors). Famine can also show in the form of malnourishment and malnutrition. Children require a very healthy, well-balanced diet, otherwise they're more susceptible to infections and in general are less robust in surviving daily life (Unicef's articles on child malnutrition and generalized). The elderly often have the same issues (HealthXchange), so along with children are often the first to go when food resources deplete. There's debates on which end of the lifespan is more fragile, but as the elderly have greater opportunity to self-defend and be ambulatory, I would argue that they're more capable of surviving longer in a famine than infants and small children.

Disease is, typically, a function of hygiene. We can look to the spread of infectious diseases such as the Bubonic Plague and Spanish Influenza as examples, and much of a disease's spread can be mitigated by doing such things as boiling drinking water (PDF) and washing your hands. While humans are already built with proactive immune systems that can fight off most diseases accumulated from daily living, hygiene is a habit that allows a species to not only survive, but allow its members to enjoy greater lifespans past age of reproduction.

A lack of hygiene among a population will inevitably skew its longevity downward, especially since some diseases can be so debilitating it that it can damage the DNA of subsequent generations when one's immune system hadn't sufficiently adapted to the disease (and this is if the damage doesn't become an evolutionary advantage).

Strife is, some argue, a human condition - an integral, irrevocable part of our psyche that we must actively work to thwart, as otherwise it would ruin us as individuals and bring down our society. Of a great many terrible things that come through strife, there are societal benefits. Political scientist Jeffrey Herbst argued that war was integral to the creation of strong states, particularly within Europe, and the Sierra Leone government found that there was greater societal cohesion in war-torn areas. With a stronger, more unified society, there is often more resources diverted to thriving as opposed to merely surviving - culture becomes important, history in the form of the elderly are paid more care, and more members of a society work toward non-strife related advancements such as STEM and the arts. Happy people are long-lived people, or rather - the unhappy tend to die at a younger age (Social Indicators Research journal). Happiness, much like strife, is psychological in nature, and a happy person does tend to survive both diseases and strife (PDF) better.

TL;DR Mentally-resilient people who practice good hygiene and have reasonably good access to a balanced diet will potentially live for a very long time.

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Beginnings

What role does this character play?(Storybased): dimitri plays a very anti-hero role for the most part, when he’s not struggling against the virus that keeps him wanting to devour flesh on a daily basis. depending on the types of interactions between others, his role is bound to change up.

What inspired you to create this character?: i first made a blog for dimitri back in 2015 because i loved the concept of the hunter still retaining some of his humanity and dealing with his much more primal urges such as what the virus was making him become. since it’s always changing, so is dimitri and with that comes a ton of new opportunities to explore a viral infected person who’s finding himself in a war with who he is and what he’s becoming.

Faceclaim?: leon kennedy from the resident evil franchise, preferably his vendetta appearance for dimitri since it was that look that inspired a revamp and use of his face.

What goals do you have for this character?: i hope to see him flourish in the community and other fandoms, along with the character development between him and other muses that he interacts with. and since he’s a very special muse of mine, i’m hoping to write him for a very long time.

Full Name: dimitrious moreau.

Nickname(s): dimitri.

Do they enjoy these/this nickname(s)?: he extremely enjoys having his name cut short, due to it being a mouthful according to a lot of people he met growing up.

History behind nickname(s): his parents started it first, then it really started to stick once his younger brother was born and wore his name out. even now, when he’s introducing himself to someone new, he uses dimitri over his full first name.

Alias(es): hoodie freak, infected, hunter. Hoodie, Jumper, Crazy Legs, Leaper, Punk-ass, Pouncing one, Hoodie dude, Sweatshirt-wearing wuss, Scrawny little bitch.

Physical

Sex: male.

Race/species: human / special infected. ( hunter. )

Ethnicity: caucasian.

Age: forty-two.

How old they appear: early thirties.

Mental age: a grandpa.

Orientation/Sexual preference: demisexual / undisclosed.

Any history behind their sexual orientation?: dimitri isn’t very into sleeping around, even much so now with what has happened to him infection route.

Birth date: december 19th.

Birth place: french quarter, new orleans.

Height: 5'11.

Weight: 165.

Are they overweight/underweight?: healthy and lean with muscle.

Blood type: a.

Can they bleed?: yes.

What color is their blood?: extremely dark red, almost looks black.

Defining physical characteristics/general appearance: the animalistic growling and roars, walking on all fours with ease, very acrobatic. gives the illusion that he’s a normal human and not an infected.

Eye color(s): blue. ( human side. ) silver. ( infection takes over and dark areas. )

Is this eye color uncommon?: his eye color is only uncommon in dark areas or when he loses himself to the virus.

Are their eyes good?: his eyes are extremely sensitive to bright light, usually making him claw them out and seek the nearest dark spot until his eyes heal again.

If something about their face is different than the norm of their realm, do they get grief/disapproval for it?: it can be a very scary sight to behold when dimitri changes over and while his appearance doesn’t alter drastically, those around him will not wish to see him look that way or fear him.

Body build(slim, muscular, etc.): athletic / slim.

Posture(slouched, correct, etc.): correct.

Describe how they walk(Fast, slow, weak step, etc.): predatory-like sauntering and calculated.

Why do they walk this way?: because the virus made dimitri an apex predator ( among other special infected ) there’s a lot more than just random moving. and since he was a parkour specialist, everything heightened and thus, made him a hunter who not only chased down his prey, but stalked and challenged. it also aids in his survival.

Do they limp?: no.

Complexion: fair / slightly grey.

Big hands/small hands/something else?: medium size hands.

Long fingered/short fingered hands?: long fingered with sharp claw-like nails.

What kind of teeth do they have?(Vampiric, all fangy, etc.): his teeth look normal aside from the very large and noticeable canines. he’s gotten the vampire jokes before, until the all familiar growling starts.

Do they take care of their teeth?: of course.

Why/why not?: just because he’s an infected, doesn’t mean he should let his personal hygiene go.

Describe their voice(What range is it for one thing? Alto, tenor, bass, etc.?): for dimitri, Matthew Mercer is his chosen voice because of obvious reasons.

Speech mannerisms(Do they pause a lot, a stutter?: dimitri has difficulty speaking when the virus mutates and changes, causing him to lose that part of him that can form words. instead of speaking, he either responds with growls, snarls, purring ( only when he’s feeling docile ) or if a person is nearby, through texting until the phase passes. often times, he’s not really into speaking upon first meeting a person since they can often tell he’s a hunter if they catch glimpses of his skin.

Describe an outfit they would wear: anything casual and sometimes classy like dress shirt, pants and dress shoes.

Why do they have this clothing preference?: when the outbreak first occurred, dimitri “died” wearing his hoodie and pants, an outfit he stayed in during the first few weeks of infection. his attire isn’t something he worries about, but leather jackets are at the top of every list.

Personality

Best traits of their personality: honest, often loyal to those who he can trust, can be caring, protective, trustworthy.

Worst traits of their personality: aggression, stubbornness, lack of empathy at times and detached.

Jung personality test: INFP.

Enneagram: type 5.

First impression usually given: too serious and broody.

Zodiac: sagittarius.

Alignment(Good/evil/bystander/etc.): he’s neither good nor evil but neutral to both.

Emotional trauma(if any, and why): killed his younger brother when he turned.

How do they respond when the trauma issue is talked about/touched on?: it’s a topic dimitri would try to avoid at all costs and if he does decide to talk about it, he’s probably only willing to share it with someone he knows well.

Does this trauma effect their day to day life?: it’s an every second of the day regret for him.

Would you say that they effect the environment around them, or that their environment around them effects them more?: it’s a little bit of both since he’s known for killing more survivors than helping them get out alive. but with CEDA and other survivors getting smarter with their tactics, the environment around him affects him too.

Location|History

Where they’re from: french quarter, new orleans.

Current residence: french quarter, new orleans.

Do they live at their current residence by will?: not exactly. when the bombing happened and the bridge was destroyed, dimitri had no other way to get out ( unknown to him ) and any other methods were too dangerous for him to attempt. so he remains in the quarter with all the other infected and whatever humans that may lurk.

Backstory: there’s not much to say about his early life and childhood experiences. it’s the part where the green flu hit and CEDA infected the population with false shots that were supposed to keep them from contracting the virus in the first place. among these believers were dimitri and his brother, elijah, whom were caught in the middle of the zombies initial outbreak. unable to do anything to distance his brother from him, the virus caused dimitri to turn and slaughter elijah, devouring him until not much was left of him when he returned to his senses.

the next few weeks were spent with the virus changing and mutating constantly, washing his humanity away and placing it with something primal and animalistic. it took nearly three months for the virus to partially bond with him and return his humanity and control back, but still left him with physical evidence of the change. with his pieces of humanity back, dimitri was able to remember who and brought the sickness to them, leading him on the hunt to uncover why and if the attacks were global. despite his flick of a switch side effects, he’s always craving human flesh and that makes him highly unpredictable and dangerous.

Abilities(As in powers): The Hunter is the least visibly mutated Special Infected and superficially resembles a Common Infected. It has yet to be explained how the Hunter’s mutations onset, whether it be genetic, biochemical, or a Hunter-specific strain of the virus, but the mutations seem to be sex-linked as only male Hunters have been observed. The Hunter’s reaction to the Infection has granted him an increase in lower-body strength.

While not creating massive muscle growth like the Tank, this added strength has given the Hunter the ability to repeatedly jump and pounce from long distances and rapidly scale the sides of buildings with ease, as well as toughened his legs in order to withstand the great distances and heights he can achieve. Decreased pain response visible in all sufferers of the Infection also results in the Hunter not suffering from perpetual lactic acid build up from muscle overexertion or impact damage after experiencing a large fall.

At the same time, there seems to be some sort of muscle delay after an initial attack where the Hunter is not able to move as swiftly.

The extent of damage to the Hunter’s sight suggests his other senses are far more developed than those of typical Infected, allowing him to hunt with far greater efficiency. It is possible that the screeching noises he makes and the growling are his own echolocation method. Hunters also appear to be the only Infected with a self-defense reflex: when shot at a distance and knowing they cannot pounce, the Hunter will sometimes jump away into safety.

They serve as the “strong-arm” of the Infected, being very adept at finishing off Survivors. By coordinating with other Infected, the Hunter becomes a valuable ally, and a deadly foe.

Rate their power on a scale of 1 - 10, 10 being most powerful in all the universe they’re in: 8.

[sillyroxas]

The 30 Day Resident Evil Challenge Answered in a Single Post

Day 1: Favorite RE game

Way too many games in the series.. So I name a couple! Resident evil 1 (+ Remake), 2, 3, Code Veronica and Resident Evil 7.

Day 2: Least favorite villain

Neil Fisher. But I think it’s mostly because amount of the screen time he got in Revelations 2.

Day 3: Do you like the movies? Why or why not?

Okay.. So.. Don’t rage on me. But after 10 years or more I have accepted that live action RE movies can be harmless fun even if they are total trash from the start to finish. Before I despised them but now I can take them as mindless quilty pleasure and laugh at them with my friends.

Animation movies made by Capcom.. Degenaration and Damnation were really fun even though their story telling is still on normal RE level. I’m really excited to see what Vendetta, the upcoming movie, has in store for us after enjoying the first two so much!

Day 4: How many RE games do you own? How many have you currently beaten?

A few.. :3

Resident evil 2, Resident evil 3, Code Veronica X, Resident evil 4, Resident evil 5 (Plus it’s DLC’s: Lost in nightmares & desperate escape), Resident evil 6, Resident Evil Remake, Resident evil 0, Revelations, Revelations 2, Resident Evil 7, Resident evil Umbrella chornicles, Resident evil Darkside chronicles, Operation Raccoon City.. I have beaten 9 of them.

Day 5: Favorite female character

Claire Redfield or Alexia Ashford, I really can’t pick.

Day 6: Favorite weapon

Magnum. FEEL THE POWAH.

Day 7: Least favorite male character

Steve Burnside. But I admit it’s because his horrendous voice acting.

Day 8: What was the first RE game you played?

I really can’t tell. Resident evil 2 or Resident evil 3 at my friends house when I was a little kid. Never have run home so fast when it was dark and I thought Nemesis was onto me.

Day 9: Favorite creature

Lickers.. But if we are talking about big names: Nemesis.

Day 10: Have you read any of the books? If so, what ones?

I have never read the books but I own the Caliban Cove. I also have read the manga Marhawa Desire.

Day 11: What part in the games scared you the most?

Nemesis. Every single Nemesis encounter ever. I think the most scary part of him was how the soothing save room music was replaced by that creepy ass music of his. I have never been so afraid to leave the save room.

Day 12: Favorite villain

Alexia Ashford and Alex Wesker being the close second!

Day 13: Was there any parts in the games that made you laugh?

Voice acting and overall writing of the games in places. Barry Burton in original RE and Revelations 2, oh my god.

Day 14: Favorite male character

Barry Burton and he is followed by Evgeny.

Day 15: Do you prefer the zombies or creatures infected with Las Plagas?

I prefer zombies.. But the las plagas are damn fun to fight against as well.

Day 16: Least favorite female character

Excella. Her character was okay and did the job but didn’t really leave big impressions on me.

Day 17: Favorite boss battle

Nemesis battle at the clock tower in Resident evil 3 and Osmund Saddler from Resident evil 4.

Day 18: Least favorite RE game

Operation Raccoon city. Also lets not forget about the gun survivors.

Day 19: Do you own any RE merchandise besides the games?

Resident Evil book Caliban Cove, Resident evil 6 game guide and Resident evil card game. Also Umbrella badge.

Day 20: Least favorite creature

Those underwater monsters from Revelations. I HATE THEM SO MUCH.

Day 21: Best line someone has said throughout the game series

“I’ll always need you. But for now.. I have this.”

“I’m putting you and your god damn family in the ground!”

Those two lines back to back from Barry Burton were FUCKING GOLD. His voice acting was on point in Revelations 2 and they really nailed his character in that game.

Day 22: Least favorite boss battle

Simmons T-Rex moment in Resident evil 6.

Day 23: What’s the highest score in Mercenaries you’ve ever gotten?

I honestly have no idea and I’m too lazy to check.

Day 24: Do you have any favorite characters from the movies?

Leon Kennedy from Damnation. He was fucking comedy gold in that. The poor man just wanted to have breakfast.

Day 25: What do you think is the most challenging RE game?

Code Veronica.

Day 26: Leon or Chris?

Leon. I have grown to love that goof ball he is even though Chris’s character is a lot more devopled than what Leon has. Just love his relationship with Ada way too much.

Day 27: Favorite concept art from RE

Concept art from Darkside chronicles. It’s amazing.

Day 28: Least favorite weapon

Knife. Always the knife.

Day 29: Have you cried at any parts of the games?

Steve’s death in Code Veronica, One moment in RE7 but I won’t spoil it since it’s rather new game, Resident Evil 6 when I thought Ada died and I know it’s fucking pathetic but I really did.

Day 30: Anything else you want to talk about that’s related to RE

Resident evil 7 is AMAZING. Everyone should go and play it! I’m always in team Ashford with the villains!