#jill in irons

[azulso]

Such an emotional scene

[heckcareoxytwit]

Too many characters in Marvel VS Capcom 2 game

Marvel VS Capcom: Official Complete Works (2016)

[pprtnkvhs]

[starfleetwitch]

Tonight we're seeing what a Zoe/ Jill cross over looks like apparently 😂

Also A Royal Scandal is SO GOOD

[mariocki]

Return of the Living Dead III (1993)

"What's going on, Curt, tell me what happened?"

"We had an accident."

"What kind of an accident?"

"On the bike."

"What happened?"

"You died."

"I what?"

[spurgie-cousin]

Nurie had the most beautiful full brows when she was younger. You just know Jill plucked them all out. I hate having mine plucked I feel so bad for them

Yes she did ): as did her sisters. One of Jill's worst crimes is encouraging Nurie to tweeze her brows to hell, especially since nowadays Jill fills hers in more and Nurie is still stuck doing the same old comma brows

Nurie is so pretty and her natural brows would frame her face SO much better...... her current brows are giving clown makeup

[constant-mason24]

The Fall of Raccoon City- Chapter One (Leon Kennedy x Reader AU)

(Y/n) has a dull day in the office, but meeting the rookie is definitely a highlight. 

Prologue | chapt 2

♦♣♥♠

Studying her own witness report on the night of Brian Irons’ arrest seemed absolutely ridiculous to (Y/n), but she was utterly devoted to gaining the appreciation of her new captain, Albert Wesker. Since the night they brought the hammer down on Irons and (Y/n) was thus promoted to the S.T.A.R.S. team, Wesker had seemed less than pleased. She figured it was probably because of the implications of Irons' corruption on top of the stress of a newbie on the team. (Y/n) was still rather green behind the ears, only being a part of the RPD for roughly a year. Having such a fresh-faced young girl on an elite squad surely put some weight on Wesker's shoulders, but she was dead set on proving her worth to ease some of that tension. However, it didn't seem to be working. 

Barry had his back to her, seated at his own desk and working on something she couldn't make out from here. Wesker was at his separately sectioned-off desk, though he was facing her through the window. (Y/n) knew it was likely him watching her, but it was impossible to tell with those dark glasses he always wore. The damn man was a mystery. One that was seriously driving her up the wall.

Since her arrival on the team, Wesker had been all but down her throat about the legal proceedings regarding the case. It seemed as if he was more invested in this case than she herself was. Too invested if you asked Jill. She seemed to sense something was wrong, but pretty much everyone including herself chalked it up to residual paranoia from Irons deceptions. 

(Y/n) shook her head, cross-referencing the police reports with her own memory of that night for the billionth time. And again, for the billionth time, she swore she felt someone watching her. She glanced up at the office, but still, there were only two other men in the room with her: Barry Burton and Albert Wesker. 

As she tried to return to her work, she was startled by the sudden loud bang of Chris Redfield throwing the office door open and bursting inside. 

"The new guys here!" He sang out to the whopping three people in the room, two of which were easily at a whispering distance. "Marvin wants everyone to say hi!"

"Oh, that's great!" (Y/n) stood, feeling the invisible gaze of Wesker drift back over to her. She immediately sank back down. "But I'm busy."

"Come on, you can't at least spare a couple minutes to shake his hand and say welcome?"

"I mean, I made the sign… isn't that a welcome enough?" She tilted her head. "I need to make sure everything’s in order for the upcoming trial."

"What trial?" Chris asked, seemingly forgetting the new recruit downstairs for just a moment. 

"Irons trial, you dingus." (Y/n) half-laughed. "What else would I be talking about?"

"Oh, I didn't realize you had to be there for his trial." 

"Well, he did shoot me. I'm technically a victim in this case." She sighed before squinting at Chris. "Hang on, you're the one who arrested him, and you're not going to trial?" 

"Oh, I dunno." Chris shrugged. "I haven't been told otherwise."

"Really? That's all Wesker talks to me about." She mutters under her breath before speaking up. "Don't you have work to do involving those missing persons cases up in the mountains? Why is no one telling you to take care of that?" 

"Those cases can wait!" Chris groaned. "It's not like they're going anywhere."

She tilts her head again, this time in question to ask Wesker nonverbally if he needed anything from her. He just lowers his gaze and returns to his own work, causing her to sigh again. These S.T.A.R.S. people were weird. 

(Y/n) glared at him. 

"Whatever. I'm gonna go say hi." Redfield retreats from the office, leaving (Y/n) in the sound of the air conditioning and Barry's soft laugh. She glances over to Wesker's office and nearly jumps as she sees him facing her head-on. Oh, he's definitely looking at her now. 

♦♠♣♥

It was a few hours later, and (Y/n) had been filling out some forms for what felt like forever. When she closed her eyes, she could still see the boxes of text clearly, as if they had been burned onto a screen in her brain. Among all of her other work, she had also received an email from a lawyer involved in the legal side of the case, asking to meet sometime this week. She needed to add that to her ever-growing to-do list.

Moving to rub her temples in hopes of easing her headache, she almost slapped herself as she flinched when Chris nearly broke down the door for a second time today. Rebecca yelped from her desk as (Y/n) threw a glare at the man before turning to shut off her computer for the night. If Wesker was so concerned about her working on this case for any longer tonight, she’d tell him to either do it himself or shove it up his ass.

Okay, not really. The point was to leave a good impression on the Captain, not a bad one. 

“Hey, I know you were soooo busy earlier today,” Chris pouted, putting on a childishly mocking tone with her. “But you’ve been working your ass off all afternoon, and a bunch of us are going to get drinks with the new guy. Jill really thinks you should join us. Are you gonna disappoint her and work more overtime, or are you gonna come be a fun teammate?”

(Y/n) arched a brow at him. “Using Jill as a threat now? You are a twisted man, Redfield.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m not doing overtime tonight. I need a break.” She turned in her chair to look at Rebecca, who was shutting down her own work for the night. “You wanna come too?”

“Not tonight. I need to catch up on some sleep, desperately.” She smiled softly. “You go have fun, though. I really think you need it.” 

“Yeah, I think so too!” Chris exclaimed.

“No one asked you, Chris.” (Y/n) teased, standing up and grabbing her bag. She glanced into Wesker’s office, but it was empty. He must have slipped out when she was too caught up in her files. She felt guilty for being relieved. 

“Okay, where am I going? And what time is everyone gonna be there? I wanna go home and change first.”

“You wanna dress up all pretty for the new guy, huh?” Redfield waggled his eyebrows at her, and she shoved him in response, nearly knocking him over. 

“Maybe I won’t go after all!”

“No, I’m sorry!” He dropped to his knees and raised his hands in a begging motion. “I promise, I’ll be good! Really.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” She put out a hand and helped him back up. “But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.”

♦♠♣♥

Leon was… actually having a good time!

He was secretly dreading tonight ever since he agreed to come out for drinks after work. It wasn’t that he disliked his new coworkers. In fact, he was already liking them a lot. He was just… nervous. What if they didn’t like him in turn?

Now that he was here, Leon’s glad he fought back his anxiety and agreed. Two of the officers- Elliot and Stevenson, if he remembered correctly- were telling him some story about another officer making a complete fool of himself on the job. Or at least, they were trying too. Neither one could get very far before nearly toppling over from laughter. The incomplete story wasn’t enough to stop Leon from laughing himself, his stomach beginning to hurt from flexing as he cackled. 

"And of course," Elliot breathed between huffs of laughter. "What does he do? He-"

"Steps right in it?" Leon wheezed, finishing the officer's sentence, who started roaring even louder as he nodded eagerly. The whole table is in a great mood, and Leon has a feeling he'll fit right in with the people around him. 

He's pulled from his thoughts as Chris Redfield- the S.T.A.R.S. member sitting on his left- nudges him with his shoulder. 

"Here comes (Y/n)." He announces to the rest of the table, turning to face Jill specifically. "See, told ya she'd come!"

Leon's gaze followed the direction everyone else was looking in as an officer he hadn't met yet came in. Chris had mentioned her earlier, saying she was the newest S.T.A.R.S member, and talking about how she was the one who found out about Irons' dealings with the Umbrella scientists. Judging by the rather harsh look on her face, and the stories he had just heard about her, Leon started to grow nervous again as she approached. She locked her eyes right onto him and made a beeline towards the table where he sat. Had he already pissed her off somehow? She seemed so angry…

"Hey. You're Leon Kennedy, right?" She said, standing right in front of him. He gulped. 

"Uh, yeah that's me." He looked shyly up at the woman, who looked like she might just punch him in the nose for breathing next to her. But like a switch was flipped, she broke out into a huge grin, putting her hand out to shake his.

"It's so nice to meet you! We've all been so excited about your arrival. I'm (Y/n) (L/n)!" Leon smiled back, wiping his hand on his pants subtly before shaking her hand. "Mind if I sit by ya?"

"No, not at all!" Leon scooched closer to Redfield, gesturing to the spot next to him. She sat herself down, smiling at him again before turning her gaze past him to her teammate who began to speak. 

"(Y/n) was the one who made that banner for you." Jill Valentine gestured toward her from across the table. "She wanted to make you feel welcome, even if she can't spell worth a damn."

"Hey, I was tired.” (Y/n) defended weakly, ducking her head.

“Well, thank you.” Leon nodded to her, raising his drink as he took a sip. “I thought it was very sweet.”

“I honestly wasn’t expecting you to come,” Stevenson speaks up. “Ever since you got put on the S.T.A.R.S. team, you’ve been in that office from sunrise to sunset.”

“The sun already set, didn’t it?” Chris jokes, earning a very awkward slap from (Y/n) who had to lean around Leon. 

“And what I really wanna know,” Elliot chimes in. “is why you aren’t being pushed to work as hard as poor West here.”

“He didn’t get shot.” Jill shrugged.

“Wait, you got shot?” Leon looks over at her. “When did this happen again?”

“About four or five months ago…”

“I’m fine now,” She says, moving to run her hand over the now-healed wound. In doing so, she bumps her hand against Leon’s leg and utters out an apology. He looks down at her hip.

“Does it affect how you walk?” He asks curiously.

“Sometimes. Usually only in the morning. The first twenty minutes after I wake up are kinda painful. And sometimes if I’ve been sitting a while, getting up again hurts. Or if I lean on my left leg for too long. Sometimes when it rains-”

“Yes, it affects her.” Jill interrupts, shaking her head good-naturedly. 

“It’s not that big of a deal.” (Y/n) herself shrugs now. “I mean, half the people at this table have been shot before. It happens when you deal with the shit we do. But I bet you already knew that, considering you signed up for this job.”

She nudged Leon’s shoulder with her own, causing him to laugh softly again. She was right, but he still found it unsettling. Still, he didn’t go through the academy just to turn back now. He did know what he was signing up for, he just hoped he could handle it as well as (L/n) seemed to. 

♦♠♣♥

It was roughly two hours later now, and things had only gotten louder from here. Valentine was completely calm, seeming to still be sober despite having several drinks. Stevenson, Elliot, and (L/n) were still laughing and having a good time, just at a louder volume. Chris, however, has been passed out face down on the table for the last twenty minutes. No one but Leon seemed to notice or care.

“We’ll see just how well you do in the shooting range, rookie!” Elliot teases, lifting his drink in a toast to the younger man. 

“He will do just fine, I’m sure of it. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he can outshoot you.” (L/n) snorted, and Elliot gasped in mock offense.

“Hey, I never agreed to a competition, you guys.” Leon chuckles, finishing off the last of his bottle. He figured it was probably time to call it a night soon.

“You too scared to 1v1 me, rookie?” the elder officer goaded him on. (Y/n), from Leon’s right, let out a loud scoff and threw her arm around Leon’s shoulder, pulling him a bit closer.

“Listen here, Andy!” She spat his first name out like it was an insult. “Don’t you be giving my rookie any shit!”

“Your rookie?” Stevenson raises a brow. 

“Yeah,” She squeezes her arm on his shoulder lightly, and Leon has to fight off a blush rising to his face. “I’m taking this guy under my wing. If any of you bitches give him trouble I’m coming for your asses.”

“Oh no, not our asses.” Elliot giggles- yes, giggles- and (Y/n) laughs too. 

Leon prays that any red on his face looks more like the result of the alcohol, rather than the very pretty lady hanging off of him right now…

[autumnoakes]

also i do still love the idea of swapping claire and leon's re2 scenarios but i cannot help but think that the scene with sherry and chief irons would have been a LOTTT worse with leon instead of claire

[aerithisms]

me feeling re: ff16 now that i've finished it is that i wish that if it was just going to end on a classic jrpg Killing God With The Power of Friendship trope that it had committed to being that kind of story the whole time instead of doing its asoiaf impression. i don't think it succeeds at creating a world that is particularly politically interesting, the fantasy racism and slavery storyline was often questionably handled, and when it does hit on genuinely compelling interpersonal conflicts in its main political players (i.e. the clive/joshua/dion/anabella situation) it fails to capitalise on it. i thought the game was at its best when it focused on the gang at the hideaway and if it had emphasised that ragtag group of underdogs vs the world angle and embraced its cliches instead of dressing itself up in a poor imitation of a much more complex story it would have been better off

[tripleflames]

you know, the fact that jill was basically trained as a weapon and assassin since age thirteen should mean that, despite the very complex feelings she has surrounding shiva, she has an exceptional control over her eikon + several ways in which she could use it to kill sb or even several people and that makes me even more sad that she didn't use any of them against imraenn.

[azulso]

Kay Challis alters by

[murcielagatito]

there is so much untapped lesbian potential in sitcoms come and join me heres a spile

[marauderjojo]

Chapter 12

“ ‘I mean the romance plot! Leo has fallen head-over-heels in love with her, for no reason I can determine, but she’s just too preoccupied to notice!’ Fortunately, Caroline was also too preoccupied to see the look on Henry’s face.

‘How do I get her to see what’s happening, Henry? I just… can’t get them to talk about their feelings!’ Would laughing at the irony of the situation be inappropriate? Henry decided it would be.”

Jill Bearup- Just Stab Me Now

👀👀👀

Ahh yes the irony is very real here. Wonder who Rosamund and Leo are supposed to be.

“This is the problem with using previously conceived characters in a new book. You sometimes forget important details about them. Like their wives, with whom they had a superbly, adventurous courtship, and an action-packed marriage, most likely in more ways than one. Caroline watched in despair as the last chance of a love triangle faded rapidly over the horizon – probably sailing off in the trading ship she’d just remembered Elinor owned – and tried not to sigh.”

I really love that even if the character comes from another story they keep details about themselves. Like the fact they have a wife. I found this quite funny!

[mystalwartheart]

So I was wikiwalking around town last night looking into the board game Zombicide. It seems like the board game version of Left 4 Dead 2, which I can totally get behind. There is an official expansion to Zombicide adding Eddie, the band mascot for Iron Maiden, as a Survivor (and an enemy if you want that, but why would you want that...?). Iron Maiden is actually one of my all-time favourite bands, so this fact makes Zombicide highly compelling to me.

Another thing that makes it compelling to me is that it's highly customizable, and there's a big DIY scene for it. People make their own Survivor and enemy miniatures, and there's templates to make game cards for them. There are a lot of Resident Evil characters, including my preferred flavour of Jill.

Not gonna lie, the prospect of Jill teaming up with Eddie makes me grin like an idiot.

I also just recently caved and got Dead by Daylight, purely because there was an Iron Maiden collaboration a few weeks back. Turns out I can't resist both Jill and Eddie.

Between the two of these...I am seriously considering adding a crack verse for Jill where Eddie just...shows up somehow??? He helps Jill and her team fight B.O.W.s, 'cause he's pissed at the zombies and the bad people too. It would be completely ridiculous and make absolutely no sense and I kinda want someone to stop me but also I kinda don't...

[birthofvcnus]

finally getting around to watching RE: Welcome To Raccoon City and i’m what? 20 minutes in? and i already hate it

[ksclaw]

Having a case of “Our suffering” so here we go with an MCU crossover thought.

Remember back when Tony in Iron Man met Yinsen, and Yinsen was like “oh those people with that type of shrapnel? We call them the Walking Dead.”

And because I’ve seen a LOT of Resident Evil fanart lately due to RE4, brain bunnies gave me the following:

Obediah *would* be the idiot who would deal under the table with someone like Umbrella, who would then proceed to add “Bonus Content” to any of Tony’s weapons. And we all know what THAT would result in.

Yayyyy. /s