#post re5

[duvastian]

Weight bearing, untie you

(Old username)

[coverfox-officia]

She should’ve been in re8

Ethan wouldn’t have died if she was there.

[fangphobia]

‼️ DO NOT REPOST MY ART‼️

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Post RE5 - Wesker is forced to work for the BSAA.

Bonus: meeting Jake for the first time.

[nekrosdolly]

older wesker hcs!

i fucking love old men...

cw; major age gap (15-35 years), reader is at least mid-twenties or early thirties, silly old man things, wesker is a SENIOR CITIZEN, current-day au, gn!reader

a/n; very much inspired by a silly conversation in the comments under one of my posts with @thatgirlgames

old!wesker, who's pissed off half the time because being in the pit of lava burned the Uroboros right out of his system so now, for the last fourteen years, he's been living like a normal person.

old!wesker, who's constantly remembering and recanting the past like it'll actually change something (it won't, he's just crabby)

old!wesker, whose joints pop and crack every five seconds due to old age.

old!wesker, who can't wear sunglasses inside anymore because they hurt his eyes too much, so he sticks to very thick, prescription bifocals in a similar style.

old!wesker, who's shocked that you even wanted to be with a dude in his sixties. he appreciates the company.

old!wesker, who's aged fairly well, given that the aging process was staved off by Uroboros for some time.

old!wesker, whose energy supply has depleted thanks to being older. can't do as much as he wants to, not without his back threatening to throw itself out.

old!wesker, who wakes up at the crack of dawn to start his day. he takes multivitamins to remain at least a little healthy for his retirement years. if his developing arthritis gets too bad he uses a cane here and there, but you're always by his side to help him out.

old!wesker, who feels a little bit weak every time you have to help him with something. maybe it's the way he was raised, but he can't just let you do everything for him. he's supposed to be a man- a strong and smart one at that, mind you- and it irks him when he can't be that for you.

old!wesker, who despises how he's slowly started to settle into more age-appropriate hobbies, such as watching birds or doing the daily crossword in the newspaper (New York Times only, thank you very much.) although he finds it sweet how you don't tease him about it.

old!wesker, who adores how you snuggle up to him in the morning, putting a temporary pause to his grumpiness. he is happy to be alive and with you, even if life hasn't been the most kind to him (nor him to it, either.)

[sweetfrostbitekisses]

clairejill warm up ?!

[leettle]

Love your Valenfield art. 💚💙

If you're looking for ideas then I'd love to see you do something with an emotional Chris, so maybe Jill telling him that she's pregnant?

BEST COFFEE EVER.

[hackneyededits]

R. v Tricell

Jill Valentine testifies about her experience of unlawful confinement and brainwashing facilitated by Albert Wesker and Excella Gionne from 2006-2009.

[a-thousand-lives-lost-for-peace]

thinking about post-re5 jill again and how it would have affected her so bad after.

Not only did she have the mental reminders of what she had been forced to do, constantly rethinking them over and over again, but she also had the physical reminders. Her now-blonde hair, and the scars on her chest especially. She would have had to work so much to conceal those, just because she didn't want any kind of reminder of what had happened to her. She would have had to dye her hair - and every time the blonde showed through it was yet another reminder when she was just starting to forget; and she would have to redye it again all while working through her own reactions to it.

Same thing with her chest scar, she can't really wear the clothing she was used to, she would have had to wear shirts with high collars, anything she could pull up or use to hide the thick scarring there, because she didn't want to remember and she didn't want anyone else to see. Jill would have kept it secret from everyone except the people who already knew - and would never reveal it to anyone with the exception of Carlos. Every time she got dressed, every time she looked in the mirror she would see that scar, and it would bring back those horrible memories she kept repressed.

and even that took a long time, months even, before she felt ready enough to share what had happened to her.

[sizzlinbaconpeach]

Take These Broken Wings and Learn to Fly Again

Chris stirred from his sleep as the scent of breakfast and the warm rays of sunshine enticed him to wake from his restful slumber. It was still something he was getting used to; sleeping through the night and waking feeling rested. There had been so many nights where that was not the reality for him. Many nights where he dreaded the darkness of insomnia staring back at him, and even more where he would find himself waking from another racking nightmare... sweating, pleading, and searching for what felt like delusional signs or hints that she was okay.

He closed his eyes again as he let his body sink back into the bed, the softness cradling his muscles, that for so long had never ceased to ache. But those nights were mostly gone now. He wasn't desperately seeking answers anymore, suffering sleepless nights of his mind racing or of the intense ache gripping his heart that burrowed deep inside him. No, those nights were nearly 6 months ago now.

He lifted his head and turned his body to check the bed for his better half, but realized that she must be what is the cause of the intoxicating smell of food from the kitchen. He stretched and yawned, allowing himself to shake the sleep from his mind and body. Then he heard her soft footsteps come up behind him.

 "Chris," her voice barely a whisper, "I made breakfast." He felt her hand gently graze his shoulder as he grabbed at her wrist.

 In one swift motion, he pulled her in close against him, smelling her sweet hair as he buried her into his chest and wrapped his limbs around her. Her gleeful protests would be ignored as he held her firm in his arms under the blankets, planting sweet kisses on her head. He spoke as she continued to resist his embrace with giggles.

 "Good morning, my Jillybean." His groggy deep voice hummed in her ear.

 Her body immediately melted into his as she nuzzled her face against his chest. She could stay in this moment all day, as they had done once or twice before. She reminded herself that they were making up for all the lost time and missed opportunity from the past. Did he crave it as much as her? Did the warmth bring tears to his eyes, too?

How long had it been that she was stuck in agony, praying for any relief to save her from the shredding of her soul? A piece of her being stripped away every day for what felt like unending years. But he was the reason she hadn't shattered into a million pieces, though at the time it felt like her mind and heart would. When she saw him, standing before her, begging her to come back to him, she was going to push through any pain to reach him again. She wanted Jill to be the one to touch him, say his name, gaze into his eyes; not the mind-controlled machine she had become in those dark years. What would have happened if he hadn't come for her? How long had he searched for her? He was a man of few words, but the dedication and care he demonstrated toward her was enough for her to know that he wouldn't have been anywhere else but by her side.

The intense comfort she felt in his arms, the safety, the strength, was everything she needed and more. What happened in those years were paling in comparison to the immense love she felt for this man. The tears came more freely to her eyes and she allowed his shirt to wipe them away. Just as his voice had washed away the emptiness she was trapped in for so long. Just as his touch made her feel a warmth she had long forgotten, a gentleness she hadn't experienced since the fall.

 He was the captain of a ship that had saved her from the frigid raging sea of death and destruction that was pulling her under. A ship she had leapt from in an attempt to divert its course. But how could she ever weather the stormy seas by herself? She was thrashing and gasping for air as he came and saved her from flailing and drowning. He had always done that for her, hadn't he? But what she hadn't realized was that the captain needed her spot light to navigate those seas, they needed each other to keep the ship afloat. The captain would sail aimlessly without her, damaging the ship in storms and unforeseen obstacles. They needed each other, now and forever. That had been a truth since the day they met. It only became more undeniable in the many years that followed. And now they were life partners: husband and wife. Forever entwined with one another. And Jill wouldn't have it any other way.

 He felt her breath hitch in her throat followed by the dampening of his shirt again. He closed his eyes to prevent the prodding emotion from falling out of them. He delicately rubbed her back with his thumbs as he placed more kisses in her hair. He heard her sniffle as she rubbed her face against him. She clasped at him, his shirt, his arms, his waist. And he just held her tighter. What he wouldn't give to ensure she never had to endure any hardship again. To never be plagued by the ramifications and dangers of their work. To never have to feel or fear the flashbacks of despair when they were separated. When she was tormented and abused. How could he protect her from this suffering?

Just when he thought his own emotion would spill out of him, she lifted her head with a smile, her eyes tinged with red from the tears, but she spoke with so much gratitude and joy.

 "I'm so happy you're my husband." She pressed her lips to his. "Now, come on. Your breakfast is getting cold."

 He stared at her beautiful face for a few moments, in total awe of her strength. He kissed her forehead as he released his grasp on her, "... of course."

[victor-the-vampire]

@chrisker-week day uhhhh- uhhh- *checks notes* day 5: "You're safe now."

And a bonus smuttier chapter for Priest Au

[survivorofstars]

starter number one !

@traumamade -

"so, you're the one chris has told me about, yeah?"

a small smirk became apparent on the agent's features as she looked the other up and down for a moment; simply matching a face with a name.

"well, it is very nice to meet you, leon s. kennedy. the name is jill valentine."

the blonde slipped the ear muffs she was wearing down to hang around her neck, a few strands of her blonde hair grazing the sides of her cheeks. she outstretched a hand in his direction, head gently tilting to the side.

"you best bet chris has told me a lot about you. sometimes it's all i hear."

a low chortle could be heard rumbling within her chest, a light-hearted poke at her own words.

"come- i know of a great coffee shop down the street where we can sit and chat without getting our eardrums blasted."

jill worked quick to slide the earmuffs off her neck and hang them on a designated rack on the wall, before placing the pistol she was shooting on the gun range stand behind her.

"sorry- i was just practicing my shooting. can't get enough of the gun range these days."

[duvastian]

Here some valenfield sketches ive been working on. Weight bearing, untie you serie going on.

Tell them im okay

[coverfox-officia]

In my head they have multi-hour debrief sessions talking about anything and anyone in their life, ranging from vents, rants, and gossip.

They're also gay best friends in a QPR, I don't make the rules.

vv Reference/Original Image + Closeups vv

reference/original image is from Pinterest lol

[meowssii]

sketches of post RE5 jill + some jillsheva :]

click for higher quality sorry :(

closeups under the cut

[project-deity]

"I'm chris redfield and I'm here to make the residents stop being evil" - very real re9 leaks

[viviebeevie]

I took a bunch of expression requests on Twitter :)