#pre resident evil 1

[nspired1fanfiction]

Commission for Ichor & Pomegranate

Art by MadBedlam , Fanfic Art

Chapter 3:

"Fortunately, with Marcia's case still being an active investigation, we've been able to keep the church closed. Only the forensic investigator has been in and out of the building since the initial crews came in." He answered as he handed her the crime scene investigation kit. "If we find the pinecone, I'll let you bag it. I want you to make your assessments like you have been."

"Yes, sir," Jill murmured while she studied the contents of the kit before closing it back up.

The double doors to the church were locked and she watched Wesker pull out a set of keys from his pocket before he paused and glanced down at her.

"Did you bring your tension wrenches?" he asked with another cock of his head.

With her mouth dropping open slightly, "Sir, that's a crime." When his eyebrows went up, she quirked her lips, patted a pouch on her belt, and continued, "Of course I did. May I?"

"You may not, Valentine," his tone was colored with amusement when he put the key in the door and pushed it open. "I just wanted to be certain that my little B&E Specialist was adequately prepared."

She smiled at his back from his usage of her previous taunt back in the car and followed him through the threshold.

The tall chandelier hung a good ten feet from the vaulted ceiling and was bright enough to light the rich textures of the following room.

"Beautiful," Jill breathed into the muted atmosphere of the Nave.

Her captain shifted beside her, but he made no comment on the scenery and was instead looking toward a taped off area to the right.

She followed behind him again as he led her down the row of dark walnut pews. Their steps were muffled on the royal red runner carpet. The surrounding floor was made of tile; the polished surface reflected the many angles of the church as they moved.

"The nave, the main room in churches, were always my favorite," she spoke aloud while she followed. "The design was adapted by the early Christian builders from the Roman hall of justice, the basilica. The nave of the early Christian basilica is generally lighted by a row of windows near the ceiling, the clerestory." She pointed even though he wasn't looking back at her.

"You seem to have a continuous religious theme about you. A passion you follow through on Sundays perhaps?" her captain responded after a moment.

They both came to a stop where the crime scene tape marked the beginning of the tracking site.

"No." she winced when her response came out somewhat harshly. "Frankly, I find the levels of fanaticism... worrying; the spoken word of gospel calls for a lot of unnecessary violence. I've seen groups of people cling to some atrocious things in the name of God. Whether I believe or not is my secret, but I do not attend church."

"Yet, you find yourself clinging to the written word of a polytheistic religion." He lifted the tape and motioned for her to step through.

"And what of you, captain? Do you prefer the stories of the gods, one god, or none at all?" She held the tape for him while he stepped through next.

"I believe in knowing them all."

Jill tilted her head up at him and was somewhat pleased for a little more detail, even if it was rather vague.

"For what purpose?" she asked curiously.

"Stories have always been man's easiest weapon." He removed his glasses and set them carefully into his breast pouch on his vest before jutting his chin toward the stained-glass window on their right. "That was the original purpose for windows like these. To teach the gospel to those who couldn't read. What better power than to teach belief, Valentine?"

Grabbing the CSI kit from his hand, Jill pondered the thought while she cracked open the box and handed him gloves before she carefully donned her own.

The silence rang out and Jill wasn't sure he expected an answer from her. He turned from her then and began to move to where they had noted the pinecone in the picture that hung over to their right.

Stooping low, she watched his tall form lower to a crouch as he glanced beneath the pew in the front portion of the corner space.

"You'll need to grab it from your side; it's still here. Are you capable of bagging this on your own?"

Jill glanced over to see him holding out the tweezers to her. Once more, she met his challenging stare before her gloved fingers wrapped around the tweezers and pulled the instrument from him.

"I haven't let you down yet," she murmured and turned for the task.

"Indeed," he said quietly, now behind her when she carefully knelt on her side of the pew and gazed under the wood.

[mlcheely]

It's Just A Game... CHAPTER ONE. ☆

DATE : ┃JANUARY 17TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY HOSPITAL. TIME : ┃12:17 AM.

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 The hospital’s lobby is quiet and the rain has let up significantly in the past couple of hours. The only person, apart from the nurses, who seems to inhabit the lobby is Jill. She passed out in one of the waiting chairs after Chris dropped her and the mystery woman off. 

 Chris had offered to keep Jill company during the night, but she insisted that he went home. “I don’t want to overwhelm her, Chris. Who knows what might’ve happened to her. I promise I’ll stay here all night, okay?” Not wanting to argue, he did what she asked but only under the condition that he would be back for her in the morning. “Of course,” Jill agreed before crashing not long after her colleague had left.

 As a nurse walks up to one of the stations, a blonde woman in a lab coat approaches simultaneously. Her attention is glued to the clipboard in her hand — seemingly oblivious to the environment around her. The name tag attached to the lab coat reads ‘Dr. Annette Birkin,’ a name the nurse suddenly addresses with a charming smile. “Hello Dr. Birkin, how are you doing tonight?”

 Dr. Annette Birkin has a reputation for being cold and reserved, so no one should be offended if she were to respond in an off-putting manner. “Fine, has Jane Doe’s vitals been checked yet?” She asks, laying the clipboard onto the counter and starts flipping through pages.

 The nurse feels her smile fall, and she awkwardly clears her throat. “Y-Yes, and she’s in stable condition. Her whole body is covered in cuts and scratches, but nothing life threatening. However, we came across something strange when we ran a couple of x-rays. We noticed her vocal chords have been damaged. We have a theory it’s from excessive amounts of screaming, but we aren’t completely sure yet.” She goes quiet after this, looking at Annette’s blank face for approval before changing the subject. “O-Of course her vocal chords should heal within six to eight weeks.” The nurse swallows.

 Annette’s gaze flicks to the nurse, “Hm...remind me, how did Jane Doe arrive?”

 The nurse straightens, “Two S.T.A.R.S. members brought her in. One of them is still waiting in the lobby.”

 Annette furrows her brows. “What for?” She dryly asks.

 “The officer said she wanted to speak with the Jane Doe,” The nurse replies, “but I told her she couldn’t until the Jane Doe was awake.”

 “Jane Doe hasn’t woken up yet?” Annette inquires, prompting her interest.

 “Not since the last time I was in her room.” The nurse responds.

 Annette knows now is a good opportunity to get a blood sample, even if there’s the possibility Umbrella acquires the subject later. It is peculiar how the vocal cords have been damaged — but no matter. The patient could be a fine specimen regardless if she can speak or not.

 The nurse smiles before heading in the opposite direction of Dr. Birkin. Annette returns a weak, fake smile that fades once the nurse is out of sight. She then makes her way towards Jane Doe’s hospital room, grabbing a syringe from the counter and sliding it into her pocket in the process. Her hand stays inside her lab coat’s pocket as she crosses over the room’s threshold and closes the door behind her. The sounds of the television in the left corner of the ceiling and the hospital equipment cover up Annette’s footsteps. She approaches the woman’s bedside slowly sliding the cap off the syringe. Upon closer look, Annette now sees exactly what the nurse was talking about.

 Small cuts, scratches, and scrapes seem to be scattered across the woman’s body — some of them covered by gauze. It’s a pitiful sight to see, but Annette doesn’t waste time pitying people. She has a job to do.

 Annette grabs the woman’s left arm and injects the needle into the area. She begins extracting the blood sample. The woman stirs in her sleep at this, prompting Annette to pause. She retreats the needle only to discover she got enough for one sample, but it will have to do. Trying not to get caught with the blood sample, Annette leaves the room hastily. Never knowing that she was being watched.

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 It started with a slight sting — a familiar sting, like a needle — then came the distinct sound of a television, and finally the slow beeping of medical equipment. The young woman’s brows furrow as pain sets over her body, barely able to move without being a victim of discomfort. She’s about to open her eyes when she feels some sort of wrapping get pulled up her arm and she freezes, alluding to whoever is in the room she’s still asleep.

 Faint footsteps are heard walking away from her, but she is unsure due to the volume of the television. She slowly cracks her eyes open to check, but she only catches a glimpse of a blonde woman leaving the room putting something into her lab coat pocket. 

 The Jane Doe doesn’t think anything of it and chooses to look around the room instead. Golden Girls is blaring on the TV, playing an episode she has already seen. There’s an IV machine attached to her arm, the clear liquid in the bag dripping down the tubes. The sounds of rain and thunder she remembered are now gone, with remnants from the hospital’s roof trickling down the sides of the building. She looks back up to the TV as a laugh track roars through the room. She swallows, but she winces at the pain. She then looks down at her arms and legs that are half wrapped in gauze. Her eyes blankly stare at the uncovered cuts and scratches along her body. Just what exactly happened to her?

 She isn’t given time to ask herself anymore questions before a nurse in plum colored scrubs steps into the room. She’s distracted carrying a clipboard in one hand and a basket of gauze in the other, cheerfully closing the door before turning around and making eye contact with the young woman. “Oh! You’re awake, how are you feeling?” She sweetly asked the confused, hurting woman laying in the bed. The young woman starts to speak, but quickly realizes exactly why her throat hurts. She’s lost her voice.

“Aw, yeah, I expected that. The good news is you should be back to normal in six to eight weeks.” She smiles as she walks over, placing the clipboard to the side. She then starts resuming her process of wrapping up the woman’s wounds. Losing her voice the least of her worries compared to the hurt she feels from being touched. The pained woman makes faces as the nurse wraps her wounds. “Would you like me to get you some pain medicine? It should help with the pain for now.” Said the nurse.

 The young woman nods, looking at the nurse’s name tag hanging from her top. ‘Judy Marks’ it reads. Judy finishes with the woman’s gauze wrappings, and she grabs the clipboard before exiting the room to retrieve something to sooth the patient’s aching. Once Judy leaves the room, Jane Doe prepares to sit herself up. She presses her palms into the mattress and her arms shake as she lifts herself upward. It’s a painful process, but as soon as she’s upright she falls back into the pillows from exhaustion. She looks up to the TV to pass the time but once a commercial begins playing — she freezes.

 The commercial starts with a spokesman talking about a company that ‘treats its employees well and gives them an opportunity to make the world a better place,’ then advertising a product called “Regenerate” and some vague details about the research that’s been going into it. She wouldn’t have thought anything of it — she couldn’t have thought anything of it, because it’s not real. At least, it’s not supposed to be. The commercial is advertising the same products with the same name as a well known video game company. There should be a new game announcement or release date to follow — but nothing. This is weird. Like really weird.

 Come to think of it, as the woman looks around the room again she now notices that everything looks outdated. WAY outdated. There’s not a modern piece of technology in sight, and the strange smell of the room is suddenly making her feel dizzy. Her anxiety begins to tear at her.

 What kind of hospital doesn’t have modern equipment? Who was the woman that left her room before the nurse came? Wait — where is the nurse? If she wants answers, she’ll get them from the nurse.

 The short while starts to feel like forever before Judy re-enters the room with some pain medicine, a cup of water, and a notebook. The young woman smiles weakly, excited for the medications to heal her afflictions but is confused about the notebook. She quickly brushes off the thought as Judy passes pills and water off to the woman. She swallows the pills and hands the cup to Judy once she’s done.

 Judy sets the cup to the side and hands the notebook to Jane Doe. Judy then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pen, holding it out to the woman. The woman looks to the nurse with a puzzled expression, but she takes the pen from Judy. “It’s for you to be able to communicate. I know it seems like it’ll be a long time, but your voice will be back before you know it.” She grins widely, “Let’s start with something simple. Do you remember your name?”

 The young woman stares down at the notebook’s cover. In the corner, she spots one of the simplest of shapes. Perfect.

 She opens the book and writes down something short and presents it to Judy. Judy scans over it and smiles. “Starr. That’s a pretty name.” Of course it’s not her real name — but she wants answers before having to answer her own questions.

 Starr writes down something else, and Judy reads it over.

 Are there any doctors working tonight?

 Starr is met with a nod, a smile, and an answer that makes her stomach drop. She feels like she might throw up.

 “Dr. Annette Birkin is working the floor tonight. Would you like me to get her?” Judy responds. Starr quickly shakes her head ‘no,’ and Judy taps her fingers before remembering something.

 “There’s an officer waiting for you in the lobby wanting to ask you some questions. Would it be alright if she spoke with you?”

 Starr subconsciously nods a ‘yes,’ still in disbelief at the words that came from Judy’s mouth. Is that who left her room earlier? The Dr. Annette Birkin…

 No! Starr has to think rationally here. She’s mentally screaming at herself that this is all just one big coincidence as Judy leaves the room once again.

 As soon as she’s alone, Starr feels her body become hot with worry. This isn’t real. It can’t be real. She wants to say maybe she’s dreaming or she could even be dead, but nobody hurts like this in dreams or when they’re dead. Nobody usually wakes up in a hospital, either. Starr pulls down the wrapping in the crook of her arm, and she spots it: A tiny needle hole that still flowed blood when she applied pressure to it. After pulling the gauze back up, Starr stares at the TV screen in order to distract herself from her growing anxiety.

 Spotting Jill, who is still asleep in the chair, Judy approaches and begins to lightly shake her. Startled, Jill looks to the nurse with confusion but quickly realizes where she is and begins rubbing her eyes.

 “Jane Doe is ready for you now.” Judy says. Jill stands up, eager to finally meet the person she’s been (literally) dreaming of meeting. 

 As Jill and the nurse enter the room, Jill can barely believe her eyes. Same hair, same wounds, same gown, and the same terrified look on her face. There really is no doubt in Jill’s mind now that this is who has been in her dreams.

 Starr swallows hard. It’s Jill Valentine, the Jill Valentine, or at least this woman looks a LOT like the iconic character.

 Jill steps forward and greets the woman sitting up in the bed.

 “Hello, my name is Jill Valentine. I’m an officer from the S.T.A.R.S. division at the Raccoon City Police Department. I just wanna sit down with you and ask a couple of questions, is that fine with you?”

 Starr physically nods but internally she feels her soul disconnect from her body. She’s so screwed. No — worse than that.

 Jill has many, many questions.

 ‘Are you in danger?’

‘Do you recognize me?’

‘Do you remember anything?’

‘How do you know me?’

‘Is someone out to get you?’

However, Jill knows she can’t overwhelm the woman with so much at once. She just has to take it one step at a time. 

 As Judy leaves, Jill pulls a chair up close to Starr’s bed, and Starr feels confused, anxious, afraid — so many things all at once it’s maddening. She fiddles with her fingers while Jill gets comfortable. After doing so, Jill has no idea where to even start. She figures if she’ll start anywhere, she would like to know her name.

 “Do you have a name that I can call you?”

 Starr points to the same writing the nurse had read earlier, and Jill sits up to read. “Starr.” Ironic. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Starr. I’m sorry that we’re meeting under such circumstances,” Jill looks her over with a frown, “Are you feeling alright?”

 Jill already knows the answer. ‘No.’ She can tell the wounds on her body are painful. From what still remained uncovered by gauze, the wounds have become surrounded by a bright red.

 Starr motions her hand tilting left to right, signaling ‘eh’ to Jill. Jill tries a different question. “Do you remember anything from before you woke up here?”

 Starr stares down at the pale white of the notebook’s paper, trying to piece together her night. How is it possible to have woken up in a fictional town in a fictional world? She remembers the storm and the electricity going out as she was getting a quick shower before bed. After that there was a bright flash, nothing else. Starr looks at Jill and shows the notebook after she scribbles down her answer. 

 I was taking a shower before bed and the power went out. Then there was a bright light and I woke up here.

 There’s something written underneath.

 Where was I found?

 “You were found unconscious on the outskirts of town. You’re lucky we found you. You could’ve died from hypothermia.”

 Starr bites the inside of her cheek. She hopes to God she wasn’t naked when she was found, but considering her whole body is covered in wounds she probably was. It’s better not to ask.

 Starr nods, looking back down to the notebook and thinking of what to ask. What could she ask? What can she ask that wouldn’t put this woman’s whole existence and the world around her into jeopardy? Starr then looks back to Jill. The look in Jill’s eyes is sincere. 

 Starr knows deep down that if anybody would help her Jill Valentine would. But what will she say to her?

 “I’m from the real world and basically you’re part of a simulation and none of this is real. Will you help me get home?”

 That doesn’t exactly bode well for anyone.

 Starr bites her lip. If she stays in this world for too long, who knows what might happen. In the real world, Starr is a big fan of Resident Evil, a zombie survival game set mostly in the town of Raccoon City. There are several other locations, but the games are centered around Raccoon City being the catalyst. Starr was never involved much in actually playing the games, but the stories, characters, and lore were all enough to get her hooked. She read every comic and book and watched all the movies she could get her hands on. She learned the entire Resident Evil history, which meant nothing in the real world. But in this world? That kind of information would be a gold mine for the right and wrong people.

 Jill can see Starr is fidgeting, and she clears her throat.

 “Starr, do you think someone did this to you? Or if there might be anyone who could be out to get you?”

 Starr feels her stomach flip in excitement. An opportunity. Unfortunately, her excitement doesn’t last for long as she looks Jill in the face. Starr feels a wave of guilt wash over her, suddenly feeling guilty for lying. If she can figure out a way to get home, she’d get out of Jill’s hair as soon as possible. A little lying won’t hurt. After all, it’s just a game right?

 Starr writes down a response onto the paper and hands it to Jill.

 I don’t think anyone did this to me, but if I stay alone eventually someone might come for me. I know a lot of things I shouldn’t.

That’s not really a lie, Starr realized once she noticed Annette Birkin took a blood sample from her arm, which woke her up. There’s no telling what might happen to her if she stays in this hospital bed. Even worse, she’s not in a position to defend herself.

 “Do you have any friends or family close?” Jill asks. Starr shakes her head no. Jill feels like she should take a shot with her next question. After all, you only live once right?

 “Random question, do you,” Jill swallows, “do you recognize me?” She waits in anticipation while Starr is conflicted on how to respond. All this feels like one big dream to Starr. Wait, that’s it!

 Starr nods her head and writes again.

 From a dream, but I can’t remember it. Why?

 Now that was a lie. Starr remembers her, but not from a dream. What did Jill mean? Has Jill seen her before?

 Jill feels herself become ecstatic. Maybe she isn’t crazy after all.

 “No particular reason. Do you happen to live anywhere around here?” Jill inquires, and Starr shakes her head. She’s nowhere near from around here. Jill furrows her brows at this. That’s strange. “Where do you live?”

 Starr shrugs. 

 Jill is concerned. So far she has no reason to believe this woman is lying to her, but something is off and Jill can’t understand what it is. “Do you have any information we could use to identify you?”

 Starr shakes her head, and Jill now becomes worried. Just who is this ‘Starr’? Where did she come from? Where will she go? 

 “Do you know a place you can go?” 

 Starr shakes her head. This just isn’t making any sense, but Jill’s good nature ultimately gets the better of her. 

 “Would you feel better if I offered you a place until you can find somewhere to go?” Jill asks.

 Starr looks to Jill with a look of gratitude and nods her head. Jill and Starr smile at one another before they are interrupted by Starr’s growling stomach. Jill laughs. “Hungry?”

 Starr nods sheepishly before Jill gets up and walks to the door. 

 “I’ll be right back.”

⋆

DATE : ┃JANUARY 17TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY HOSPITAL. TIME : ┃7:57 AM.

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 As the morning sun rises over the horizon and shines through the blinds, Jill blinks her eyes awake. She looks up to the window and squints at the bright sun. She sighs and stretches from her uncomfortable position in the chair. As she begins to walk over to the hospital bed, Jill notices how peaceful Starr looks while she sleeps. Jill smiles and walks over to the door, but as the door handle clicks she hears shuffling from behind her.

 Starr sits up in bed with a look that was purely pitiful. It seems in her sleep the pills wore off.

 “Hey, I’m going down to the lobby to wait on my friend to pick me up,” Starr becomes immediately worried but Jill calms her down, “When he drops me off at home, I’m going to come right back for you.”

 Starr is delighted. Why is Jill going out of her way to personally bring Starr into her own home? Especially considering she’s a complete stranger? She isn’t sure, but it’s better than being stuck here than waiting around for what might happen.

 Starr nods and Jill leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

 Starr looks over to the window and stares up at the bright blue sky. She hopes that Jill really does come back for her.

 8:43 AM.

 Time seemed like it would never end until Jill reentered Starr’s room with a wheelchair. Starr smiles as Jill helps her into the chair and she has one final glance at the terribly ugly, smelly room. That glance continued out into the hallway as the two approached the hospital entrance. Starr looks around. 

 Raccoon City is far different than she could have imagined. It’s a lot cleaner, of course, instead of being littered with zombies and crashed cars. Traffic isn’t terrible, some buildings are dull while others are bright and colorful, and citizens happily go about their day. It actually looks like a decent looking city.

 Jill helps Starr into the front seat and pushes the wheelchair back into the lobby to hand off to one of the nurses. As Starr gets comfortable in her seat, she suddenly feels a pair of eyes on her. She looks up and notices the assumed Dr. Annette Birkin staring at her. Starr shudders before Jill opens the driver’s side door, pulling her attention away from Annette and smiling weakly to Jill. Jill smiles back at Starr before starting the engine and pulling away from the hospital’s parking lot.

 As the two pull away, Annette turns and walks away from the window and makes her way into her office.

 She closes the door behind her and locks it. Sliding into her chair and moving her computer mouse, a screen loads, and she clicks an icon. An email tab pulls up and she begins to type.

⋆

 William,

 Inform Wesker that he will need to look into someone by the name of Starr. She was transported to the hospital by two S.T.A.R.S. members, Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield. A blood sample I extracted from her is nothing like I’ve ever seen. She was discharged and left with Valentine only moments ago. See to it that this is done, I only had enough for one sample.

 Annette

[residentfurry]

why did wesker leave work early?

[porcelainseashore]

Teenage Headache Dreams (1)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: High School! College! Leon Kennedy x Dancer! Fem! Reader

Summary: You’re a bored, but ambitious high school student who can’t wait to escape small town life and make it in the big city. You thought you had it all figured out, until you unwittingly befriend the resident golden boy, Leon. A series of events beginning from junior year to college until Resident Evil 2 Remake.

Warnings: 18+ Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Eventual Smut, No (Y/N), Ambiguous/Open Ending

Content: High School AU, College AU, Pre-Resident Evil 2, Fluff, Romance, Cliche, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lack of Communication

Author's Note: This is my first RE / Leon fic, but I wanted to try my hand at writing this little self-indulgent and potentially clichéd series. As you can guess, I love dance and high school dramas. I also created this with a sequel in mind, which will take place post-RE4R and involve more horror and mystery elements.

Title from Teenage Headache Dreams by Mura Masa and Ellie Rowsell / Wolf Alice.

AO3 Link

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Friendship

It was one of those beautiful late summer days with endless light and clear blue skies overhead. You leaned back against the bleachers, feeling the sun cast a warm glow on your face and the sultry breeze against your skin, sighing in utter bliss. The football field and the running track surrounding it were completely empty, just how you liked it, silent except for the relentless trilling of insects and the occasional bird that flew by. No one in your face, no one judging you or telling you how you should be like, no one you had to put up a front for. Just peace and quiet. A place where you could sit alone with your thoughts - and you had a lot of them - mostly about leaving this goddamn small town with its insular, mind-numbing inhabitants.

A trail of thick smoke wafted from your mouth as you took a drag from the joint you had been nursing for awhile. You weren’t exactly high as a kite, but you were definitely feeling some of its effects. You chuckled and gave a wry smile as the thought of being caught red-handed visualized in your mind. Sure, it was highly illegal what you were doing, much less on school property, but you were always a bit of a rebel. And frankly, you couldn’t give a shit. It was already August, but most students were still away on holiday. Not you though, you had to work on your extracurriculars. That’s what you had put your mind to this summer. No fancy beach getaways like the rest of your cheerleading mates had jetted off to. Just a grueling dance intensive and showcase you had auditioned successfully for in one of the larger cities nearby, as well as a bunch of campus visits. You needed to perfect your performance technique for that arts college application coming up in about a year’s time. You started way earlier than the rest even thought about it, because you knew you only had one chance for a one-way ticket out of this hole and you sure as hell weren’t taking any chances. Well, except with that funky smelling thing in your hand. 

No one would be here anyway, it’s a Sunday for crying out loud! You shook your head in exasperation. Besides, you needed to relax and take the edge off a little.

Just as if you jinxed it with those thoughts, you heard the gate to the field unlocking and creaking open behind you. 

Shit, shit, shit! Your eyes darted around frantically, but your movements were just so slow. Why the fuck would someone be here now?

Before you could drop the joint and stub it out with your shoe, a mop of dirty blonde hair and what you made out as someone dressed in a blue tracksuit with a duffel bag slung over his right shoulder entered your peripheral vision. It was soon accompanied by a sharp twist of his head in your direction, bangs falling over his deep blue eyes and you knew he had found the source of the offending smell, probably even from a mile away. His gaze trailed their way from your startled face to your joint hanging limply at the edge of your fingers and then back to your face again. His expression turned from confusion to a frown and then into a knowing smirk as he crossed his arms and leaned against the bleachers.

“Oh, hello. Didn’t expect to see you here. You got cheer practice or something?”

God, he was teasing you. At least you hoped that was all it was and not some form of blackmail. Well, no point hiding now.

“I’m off-duty,” you retorted. You tried to jog your memory of the boy standing in front of you. You were social, or at least you had to be with the rest of your girlfriends to keep up appearances, but you never really bothered with the people here beyond superficial conversations. Then you finally found it - a vague recollection of last season’s track and field meet. He had been one of the better sprinters, maybe the best even, you can’t really remember. There was an afterparty, and you congratulated him, but you doubt there was anything more substantive than that.

“Leon, isn’t it?”

His eyes perked up slightly and he smiled. “In the flesh.”

You snorted at his cheesy reply. What was he pulling? 

“They gave you the key?” It almost sounded as if you were jealous.

He uncrossed his arms and placed his duffel bag on one of the benches in front of him, rummaging through its contents. “Yeah, I got a comp in the new term coming up.” Every now and then he glanced up at you, as if he wanted to ask something, but stopped himself.

A sense of boldness surged within you, as you felt like evening the odds a bit. “What? You want some?” You waved the joint in his face.

That certainly caught his attention. He stared for a good moment, before giving another one of his playful smiles and shaking his head. “Maybe after practice.” He unzipped his jacket and put it away. It was warm enough to train in his sports tank and as you admired the lean, muscular structure of his arms and shoulders now bared open, you couldn’t complain.

“So, how did you get in?”

Fuck. You snapped out of your reverie. He got you there, but you didn’t feel like lying. “Jumped the fence. You should try it some time.” You replied as nonchalantly as possible.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he laughed.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Will I now?” The way it rolled off his tongue felt like a challenge and you secretly enjoyed this banter going on between you, as if you had known each other for years.

Shrugging your shoulders, you took another hit from the joint and let the calmness envelope you. “I never disappoint.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Leon flashed a wide grin that made you feel a knot forming in your stomach, but you didn’t know why. 

He started to move towards the tracks, but stopped short, turning back to meet your eyes again. “Look, you don’t have to worry about all of that.” He gestured to what you were holding and the general surroundings. “I’m not going to tell.” With that, he made a sign that resembled crossing his heart. “It’ll be between you and me.” 

You would have thought it was a joke if not for the sincere look he gave you, before heading off to train. That, and the fact that he did indeed take up your offer to join you afterwards in sharing what was left of the joint. You didn’t expect someone like him to. He seemed a bit too much of a straight-laced, golden boy for that. But then again, life was filled with surprises and you quietly scolded yourself for playing into stereotypes again - something you despise others doing to you.

It prompted both of you to converse even more until the late evening where you even missed your dinner. The questions and responses just flowed.

It turned out that you would share a number of classes together in the new term, specifically Math, History and Biology. Leon was a real earful when it came to his “insightful” one-liners on the teachers, which made you bury your head in your hands and groan. You never realized he would be such a goofball, but you found it somewhat endearing.

Like you, he was popular at school, but unlike you, he seemed to enjoy the company and appeared to be an open book. He would say it how it is, sometimes to the point of being blunt to a fault. Still, you guessed people found him rather easy-going and likable, in a non-threatening sort of a way. A part you wondered if chance meetings like today were how he made most of his friends.

Leon didn’t really have a plan for college yet. He just knew he wanted to do something good and help other people. You had a word for it - “idealistic”. He just shrugged in response, eyes downcast, until you assured him that it was an admirable quality, and you were the jaded one. He made a toast to your future in some arts college in the big city with his water bottle, remarking with a hint of self-deprecation that he wished he had a clearer idea of what he wanted to do with his life.

In turn, he asked you about your dealer. You had to stifle a laugh at that one. Generally, you weren’t as big into smoking up as he thought, but this time you bummed it off one of the seniors as a favor he owed you for hooking him up with one of your cheerleader friends. It didn’t stop Leon from calling you the “high school’s little pothead” every now and then though. He peered at you intently with his lip curled in amusement, as you rolled your eyes each time.

It had been such a long time since you could joke and speak your mind with someone this way. There wasn’t that suffocating nausea of pretending to be someone else around him and he had been so relaxed with you too. You could finally breathe again, and you’d like to think it wasn’t just the weed talking.

Whatever it was, you guessed this was the beginning of a real friendship - one that happened out of serendipity, but made you feel like you weren’t going to rot away in this small town. Well, not alone anyway.

[datcloudboi]

List of Video Games Turning 10 Years Old in 2024

Alien: Isolation

Assassin's Creed: Rogue (the one where you play as an Assassin turned Templar.)

Assassin's Creed: Unity (the one set during the French Revolution.)

Atelier Escha & Logy: Alchemists of the Dusk Sky

Azure Striker Gunvolt

The Banner Saga

Bayonetta 2

The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth

BioShock Infinite: Burial at Sea (the DLC where you go back to Rapture)

A Bird Story (a sort of spin-off of "To the Moon")

BlazBlue: Chrono Phantasma

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel! (is this a sequel to 1 or a prequel to 1? I forgor)

Bravely Default (in North America)

Broken Sword 5: The Serpent's Curse

Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare (the one with K*vin Sp*cey)

Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker

Castlevania: Lords of Shadow 2 (to date, the last new Castlevania game to release)

Child of Light

The Crew (going offline at the end of March)

D4: Dark Dreams Don't Die (a wonderfully strange game from the guy that made Deadly Premonition)

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (in North America)

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (in North America)

Dark Souls II

Deception IV: Blood Ties

Demon Gaze

Diablo III: Reaper of Souls

Disney Infinity 2.0

Divinity: Original Sin (from the team that would go on to make Baldur's Gate 3)

Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze

Dragon Age: Inquisition (the winner of GOTY at the very first TGAs)

Drakengard 3

Earth Defense Force 2025 (EDF! EDF! EDF!)

The Evil Within (from the creative director of Resident Evil)

Fable Anniversary

Fairy Fencer F

Far Cry 4

Freedom Planet

Guilty Gear Xrd Sign

Hyrule Warriors

Inazuma Eleven (in North America. And digital only.)

Infamous: Second Son (as well as its expansion, First Light)

Kirby: Triple Deluxe

The Last of Us Remastered (just one year after the original version came out...)

The Legend of Korra (the game from PlatinumGames that you can't buy anymore)

Lego Batman 3: Beyond Gotham

Lego The Hobbit

The Lego Movie Videogame

Lethal League (from the team that would go on to make Bomb Rush Cyberfunk)

Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII (the third and final chapter of the Final Fantasy XIII trilogy)

Lisa: The Painful (yes, really)

LittleBigPlanet 3

Lords of the Fallen (not to be confused with Lords of the Fallen, which came out in 2023)

Mario Golf: World Tour

Mario Kart 8 (the original version)

Metal Gear Solid: Ground Zeroes (the prologue to Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, which came out 18 months later)

Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor

Might & Magic X: Legacy

Murdered: Soul Suspect (it's like Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective, but not as good)

Natural Doctrine

Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty! (a from the ground up remake of the first Oddworld game from 1997)

Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures 2 (yes, it got a sequel. I don't know how or why.)

Persona 4 Arena Ultimax

Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth

Pokemon Omega Ruby & Pokemon Alpha Sapphire

Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy (the last time that Professor Layton himself was the protagonist. At least, until the New World of Steam comes out)

Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Pushmo World

Risen 3: Titan Lords

Sacred 3

Samurai Warriors 4

Shadowrun: Dragonfall

Shantae and the Pirate's Curse (the 3rd one)

Sherlock Holmes: Crimes and Punishments

Shovel Knight (yes, really)

Skylanders: Trap Team (the 4th one)

Sniper Elite III

Sonic Boom: Rise of Lyric

Sonic Boom: Shattered Crystal

South Park: The Stick of Truth

Steins;Gate (in North America)

Strider (the one from Double Helix)

Sunset Overdrive

Super Smash Bros. for Wii U and Nintendo 3DS (or Smash 4 for short)

Tales of Xillia 2

Tales of Hearts R

The Talos Principle

Theatrhythm Final Fantasy: Curtain Call

Thief (the reboot)

This War of Mine

Toukiden: The Age of Demons

Transformers: Rise of the Dark Spark (this game merged the storyline of the War for/Fall of Cybertron games with the storyline of the Michael Bay movies. I’m not joking)

Transistor

Valiant Hearts: The Great War

The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

The Walking Dead: Season Two

Wasteland 2

Watch Dogs

The Witch and the Hundred Knight

The Wolf Among Us (sequel this year!)

Wolfenstein: The New Order

Yaiba: Ninja Gaiden Z

Yoshi's New Island

[issa-pheonyx]

Select Your Story💀

Began in: August 22, 2023

Updated in: August 29, 2024

ANY FOLLOWERS READING THIS PAY ATTENTION TO THIS LINK, THANK YOU: Under 18? Do not intrude...

Please, read FAQ {Must Read]👹 for more info on what specific content and tropes I mainly do before sending asks/requests. Anyways, back to your bookmarks where you left off. Besitos~💋

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

Resident Evil

Headcanons:

Stupid Mutt [Yandere-sub!Leon X GN!Reader]🔪🌶️

Left Behind [Puppy!Abandoned!Leon X Pre-Owner!Reader]

Best Friends Forever [Yandere-bestie!Chris X GN!Reader]🔪

Cut Me Up [Yandere-sub!Krauser X GN!Reader]🔪🌶️

My Puppy Sugar Daddy [CEO-Leon X Fem!Reader]🌶️

Gentle Giant [Carlos X Reader]

Opposites Attract [RE2!Leon X Goth!Reader]🔪

Scenarios:

Roles Reversed [Umbrella!Leon X Agent!GN!Reader]

Super Soldier Down [Yandere!Piers Nivans X BSAA!GN!Reader]🔪

Bad Dog [Yandere-sub!Puppy!Leon X Fem!Reader]🔪🌶️

Break My Heart Again [Leon S. Kennedy X GN!Reader (ANGST)]

He Don't Bite [Yandere-sub!Puppy!Leon X Fem!Reader]🔪🌶️

Desperate To Please [Yandere-sub!Krauser X Fem!Agent!Reader!]🔪🌶️

Pick Me, Take Me [Yandere-sub!Plaga!Krauser&Leon X Fem!Agent!Reader]🔪🌶️

You're My Bitch Neow [CEO-sub!Leon X Fem!Reader]🌶️

Two Heads Are Better Than One [CEO-sub!Leon&Chris X Fem!Reader]🌶️

Imagines:

Rambles:

Re2 VS Re4 Leon [Soft and Stern Leon]

Devil May Cry

Headcanons:

Demon Dog [Yandere-sub!Dante X GN!Reader (DMC3)]🔪🌶️

In Denial, Not Scared [Yandere-sub!Vergil X GN!Reader (DMC5)]🔪🌶️

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

Silent Hill

Headcanons:

Unforgivable Actions [Yandere!James X GN!Reader]🔪

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

MW2 (COD)

Headcanons:

Scenarios:

Eat It Up [Yandere-sub!Konig X Fem!Soldier!Reader]🔪🌶️

Imagines:

Sit On It [Needy-sub!Konig X GN!Reader]🌶️

Rambles:

Spiderman ATSV

Headcanons:

Kitty Kat [Yandere-sub!Kitty!Miguel X Owner!Reader]🔪🌶️

Scenarios:

Stay Quiet For Once [Sub-Miguel X Fem!Reader]🌶️

Imagines:

Rambles:

Slashers

Headcanons:

The Neighbor Next Door [Yandere!Michael Myers X Childhood-neighbor!GN!Reader]🔪

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

Mortal Kombat

Headcanons:

The Fun Uncle [Being Johnny's Niece]

Hollywood's Favorite [Uncle!Johnny Cage Intros]

Oh My Sweetheart [Smoke X Reader]

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game

Headcanons:

Bad Romance [Yandere!Johnny Sawyer X Fem!Reader]🔪🌶️

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

Series

-Resident Evil

Yandere!Lord Dimitrescu&Sons X Fem!Reader🔪 [Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4]

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

A fair warning as I do take a lot of time to write drafts. Plus, with updating here due to my scheduled as stated in my FAQ page. When seeing the 🔪 next to the story it is yandere related, but when it doesn't it is NON-yandere related. Same applies with spicy ones that has a 🌶️ and highly advised minors to NOT intervene with my work as you will be blocked. No exceptions. Come back anytime, stranger~👹

[leonskittybunwriting]

Warnings: Dead Dove! Step uncle leon! Non-con! Somnophilia!

Part of a series!

Part 3

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters, and I don't own resident evil!

Also on ao3

Leon shuffles into the bedroom, your bedroom, his beautiful niece.

You turned 26 not too long ago and Leon wanted you in ways that weren't so innocent.

Leon undresses and climbs into the bed, he pulls down the blanket that covered you.

You are wearing a short nightdress that has kitty designs. Leon gulps when your thick thighs come into view and he palms at his long hard cock.

He already had pre-cum dripping from him, he licks lips as he grabs your thighs and pulls them apart and he gasps when he sees you weren't wearing any underwear.

He rubs his cock, his veins showing due to the throbbing.

He pushes his cock into your fat pussy and starts thrusting in and out of you.

You let out a soft whimper as you open your eyes, your eyes widen in shock as you see your step uncle leon thrusting his cock in and out of you.

“Uncle leon?” You whimpered out to get shushed and your mouth covered.

“Shhh.” Leon whispers as he covers your mouth as he picks up the pace.

You let out whimpers and moans against his hand before putting your hands on his large shoulders.

You didn't know your uncle wanted to do this with you, you were confused but it felt good, you had sex before but it was always painful unless it was with your step father and your step brother.

Leon grunts in your ear and he whispers “such a good girl, so obedient.”

You whimper and move one of your hands into his hair and dig your fingers into his soft hair.

Leon removes his hand and slams his lips against yours as he cums inside of you deeply, letting out a groan of pleasure.

Leon pulls back a little and he whispers “I just couldn't hold back anymore.”

You whimper and whisper “uncle leon-”

Leon shushes you and he corrects in a whisper “Step uncle.”

You nod and whisper “I didn't know you felt like that about me.” Leon titles his head as he looks over her and he whispers “It's hard not too.”

You were now shared within the family that you hardly knew.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

Nintendo 3d rendering vs Sony disc size

The Nintendo 64 and the Nintendo Gamecube both had better 3D geometry than the Playstation and the Playstation 2, but the Playstations were able to have much more music and textures than the Nintendo consoles. They were also able to have more 3d objects in a space at one time. Infamously you could fit all the top 10 N64 games on a single Playstation disc, and then more.

The N64 models looked solid despite their low polygon count. It had this weird double anti-aliaising effect which made images look blurry. However, textures were very, very limited, and the cartridge could not fit much music or fmvs.

The playstation had worse geometry and even had the "wobble" effect on most games, due to its Z-buffering hardware not being used. However, it was able to make up for its weaknesses.

It used textures to elevate the look of its 3d models, and replaced backgrounds with detailed 2d textures in games like Resident Evil and Final Fantasy 7.

It also used pre-rendered videos and lots of music, things missing from the N64 entirely.

Games that use pre-rendered videos on other platforms, like "Star Wars Episode 1: Racer," had them removed from their N64 ports.

This image seems to be taken from an emulator. I'm having a hard time finding images captured from the original devices. However, you can see that the ps1 has a "wobble" effect and the n64 has lower resolution textures.

These issues ended up carrying over into the PS2/Gamecube generation.

This is Mariokart Double Dash. It's a very good looking gamecube. Its geometry is simple and it only has 16 tracks, but it's more than playable today, and still looks good when upscaled on an emulator.

This is San Andreas. While the game is graphically impressive, you'll notice that the models for vehicles and even the UI look worse when compared to Gamecube games.

However, San Andreas was able to fit so much more information on the disc than any Gamecube game.

Instead of being limited to 16 race tracks and 16 racers like Double Dash, you have an entire open world to explore and dozens of cars to choose from. You have a hundred hours of things to do in this game. There is hours of music that you can listen to in the cars.

That's why San Andreas was never ported to Gamecube - the game requires 4.2gb of DVD space, whereas the Gamecube's DVD-R was never larger than 1.4gb.

To be honest, I have no idea what black magic Capcom used to port Resident Evil 4 to Gamecube.

When the Nintendo Wii came out, it retained the Gamecube's power for the most part, while offering DVD space of up to 8gb!!! Finally it could have things like music and voice acting.

However... the PS3 and Xbox 360 were already on their way, and the standard definition Wii was far from their ballcourt.

In the Wii's early days, the PS2 was also still in a lot of hands. So developers who wanted to make games for Wii ported them to PS2, and vice versa. Both consoles ended up having lots of "previous generation" versions of games, like The Force Unleashed, which ran better on Wii than the PS2 by a small margin and had different features like motion controls.

[nspired1fanfiction]

Ichor and Pomegranate, Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Image used with permission by artist Practical Al Ichor and Pomegranate by Nspired1

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Pairing: Jill Valentine/Albert Wesker Features: Chris Redfield, Marvin Branagh, Brian Irons, the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team (Resident Evil), the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team (Resident Evil), Kevin Ryman, Wes Drucker, Elliot Edward, Claire Redfield, Rita Phillips, Original Characters, Tags: Partners in Crime, Crime Scenes, Murder Mystery, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Human Albert Wesker, Good Albert Wesker, Well sort of, Fuck it, Flirting, Young Jill Valentine, Eventual Smut, Albert Wesker Being an Asshole, Crime Scene Details, Angst, Checking Out Your Superior, Power Dynamics, Police humor, Police Procedural, Bitter brand fluff, Eventual Romance, Pining, Slow Burn, Kevin Ryman is my wingman Chapter 11: Those Who Set a Table for Fortune

There was something different in his face, something off and without thinking about it, Jill tilted her head and studied him for a moment without answering.

The silence that lengthened between them was oddly peaceful while she thought.

He still had on his sunglasses, which was an oddity for him in his own home. Even the office only had one domed light within the space, and it cast shadows across both of their faces.

"What is it?" Wesker asked as he leaned forward slightly and brought his right hand to rest along his thigh. He still wore his black gloves and ever so gently, his four fingers rubbed against his thumb in a circular motion while he watched her.

"Captain, as impeccable as you are with reading silences, you do have some of your own tells," she answered next.

"Do I?" he mused before his thumb and forefinger paused. As if he already knew.

"Mhm," she continued, daring to reach her hand forward to grab his. "They used to train me to hunt men like you, you know."

The button to his right leather glove popped gently in her fingers while she lifted her eyes to where she thought his were behind the sunglasses.

With her fingers pulling the glove off slowly, she continued, "Men who yell, threaten, and make noise either go for distraction or display." Her smile was a closed envelope "Either suits me. If I could hear them, I could find them." The glove dropped to the floor.

"But you, captain?" The button for his left glove came undone. "I have to find you, and when I do, I simply watch." The skin of his palms was calloused as the pads of her fingers trailed after the material. "And what I see is sometimes the loudest of them all."

His fingers enclosed over hers before she could pull it back.

They sat facing one another in their chairs. Captain Wesker leaned forward further, and she didn't think she imagined the husky tone that came next.

"And what do you see?"

"You're in pain," she answered before her hand pulled from his and she slowly reached up for the sunglasses.

When he caught her wrist, she flinched from the speed but relaxed when she heard his exhale.

"Don't." He lowered her hand from his face. "Full marks for perception. You've found me at a disadvantage, but surely a headache isn't all you've figured out."

"No," she agreed with a pointed look that flashed his way. "But I'd rather see your eyes when I tell you that."

"I'm sure you would," he obliged in a drawl before he released her arm. "Let me see your reports."

[mlcheely]

It's Just A Game... CHAPTER SIXTEEN. ☆

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 CONFIDENTIAL

ATTN: Chief of Security

DATE: July 22, 1998

X Day is now drawing near. You are expected to execute these following protocols within 1 week. The following actions are listed below:

Lure both S.T.A.R.S. teams to the Spencer estate and obtain the B.O.W.s’ raw combat data against S.T.A.R.S..

Collect 2 embryos of each mutated specimen as samples, including the Tyrant. Once completed, dispose of said Tyrant.

Ensure the complete disposal of the Arklay Laboratory including all infected personnel, B.O.W.s, and test subjects. Disguise their deaths as an accident. When the above protocols are executed, report to headquarters for further instructions.

 If for some reason you are unable to execute the protocols by the deadline, report immediately. In case of emergency situations, report directly to the extension number 5691.

 Good luck.

Umbrella Headquarters.

Umbrella Inc.

⋆

DATE : ┃JULY 22ND, 1998. LOCATION : ┃S.T.A.R.S. OFFICE, RACCOON CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT. TIME : ┃10:37 PM.

⸺ . ⋆ ☆ ⋆ . ⸺

 Wesker stares intently at the piece of paper in his hands, reading it over and over again. At first he thought his eyes were deceiving him once he read over the fax, but it seems he has now found his opportunity to quietly sever himself from Umbrella’s employment — he’s simply going to fake his own death. It’s perfect; no one would ever know. 

 Now in order to do that, he has to drink some sort of solution that temporarily renders him motionless or at the very least, in a seemingly death-like state. He might even know someone who can provide him with such a solution.

 He walks over to his desk and pulls out a document shredder before he slowly begins to slide the document through its teeth. He watches as the paper is cut to pieces; the shredder humming as it eats the page.

 Yes…no one will ever know.

⋆

DATE : ┃█ █, ████. LOCATION : ┃ █. TIME : ┃██:██ ██.

⸺ . ⋆ ☆ ⋆ . ⸺

 Snarl !

 Unsuspecting eyes meet with a horrific sight: a pale, slumped form with a rotting face, blood and flesh dangling from its maw. The being’s eyes are like that of a dead man’s; dull, milky pupils. Its rotten arms reach out to grab Jill as it approaches her, growling through its blood stained teeth. A piece of flesh falls from its face as it stumbles, falling to the floor with a disgusting ‘ splat !’ Jill steps backwards, afraid at the sight in front of her. It’s — It’s a zombie ! A real zombie! She quickly moves out of the way when the monstrous creature suddenly lunges towards her, screeching as it hits the wall behind her. She makes a run for the front door, but she’s met by another terrifying zombie standing in the doorway. This one is missing its nose and lower jaw, groaning as it reaches towards her. She gasps, falling to the floor in surprise. Both monsters now make their way to her, and she wastes no time getting off the floor and sprinting to her room. She slams the door behind her and locks it, running to her window to pull it open.

 After getting the window open, Jill climbs out onto the fire escape and starts running down the escape’s stairs. In the distance, she can hear screams and sounds of destruction coming from the streets. She turns her head in the direction of the noise, spotting civilians running past the alleyway. This causes her to run faster, eager to see what’s going on. Maybe it will be able to explain what the hell just happened in her apartment.

 Upon seeing the streets of Raccoon City, Jill is met with utter chaos. Cars and buildings are on fire; their blazes reach towards the sky, crackling as they burn. Bloody bodies are laying in the road, and petrified citizens scream in agony as they’re attacked and eaten alive. People cry out for her to help them as she passes them, begging her to save their lives. There are zombies all around Jill and when one notices her, she starts to run as fast as she can. She’s gotta get out of here, but where can she go? With every turn she makes, she’s met with more rotting faces and stumbling creatures. 

 She even ran into some zombie-like dogs, just barely able to escape them at the last second.

 Suddenly, the sound of a subway train’s horn blares into Jill’s ear drums and she frantically whips her head around as she looks towards the source. What the hell? What is —

 “Jill?!”

 That’s…

 “Jill, is that you?!”

 That’s Erica!

 “Erica — it’s me — it’s Jill!”

 Jill starts running in the direction of Erica’s voice, desperate to see her friend again. She keeps going until she runs into a thick fog, coming to a stop once she realizes she’s unable to see her surroundings. Where did all of this fog come from? What happened to the city? Why can’t she see Erica? “Erica?! Where are you?!” She looks around, but with every glance she makes she’s only met with more fog. “Erica?!”

 “ Jill !”

 Jill turns to the direction of Erica’s voice as soon as she hears it and instantly feels her heart fall into the pit of her stomach. What she sees is not Erica; what she sees is a giant, hulking creature stomping its way towards her. She can’t make out any of the giant’s features through the fog but as its shadow casts itself over her, Erica’s voice yells directly in her ear. 

 “ RUN ! ”

 Jill abruptly shoots up in her bed with an ear-splitting scream, and when she opens her eyes she gasps. She’s back in her room, but this time there’s no zombie, there’s no monster — there’s just her. ‘It…It was just a nightmare?’ She asks herself as she pants, looking around the dark room. Frantic hands reach up and touch her face, only to feel that her skin and hair are drenched in sweat. She calms down and sighs in relief knowing that it was just a nightmare but she makes a face of disgust when she realizes that not only is her face and hair wet, but her clothes and sheets are soaked, too. 

 “ Ew .” Jill murmurs before climbing out of bed and heading towards the bathroom. She flicks on the light and winces before her eyes adjust to the brightness. She looks in the mirror and she looks like an absolute mess . Her hair is unkempt and sweaty, and there are dark circles underneath her eyes. ‘Gross…’ She frowns.

 What happened in her nightmare just now? What was happening to the city? What was that thing she saw?

 More importantly, what was Erica doing there? And why couldn’t Jill find her?

 She turns on the shower faucet and begins removing her clothes as the water starts spraying down into the tub’s floor. Warm water gently begins flowing down her body once she gets in, and she faces up to the faucet to let the water wet her face. She hopes the heat and comfort of the water will clear her mind of the nightmare that just occured, but Jill can’t help but feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She feels like…like something bad is going to happen. Something bad is going to happen to Raccoon City, but she doesn’t know what it is. 

 She watches as the water flows down into the drain, her eyes staring into the drain’s black hole. 

  Sigh .

 Tomorrow the S.T.A.R.S. teams are expected to start their investigation through the Arklay Mountains, and Jill knows she’s expected to be in tip-top shape for the mission. However, she isn’t so sure she’s up to the task. She hasn’t gotten any proper sleep in what seems like forever, still haunted by the disappearance of her friend Erica. It’s not like Jill even knew the young woman for very long, but for some reason their lives seem to be intertwined, even after she’s gone. 

 ‘It’ll be fine.’ She reminds herself as she grabs a bottle of shampoo. She knows that she’s completely qualified for her job and she always has been. She knows she’s not alone; she knows she has Chris’s back and he has hers. Her whole team has her back, so there shouldn’t be anything for her to worry about.

 They’ve got this.

She’s got this.

⋆

DATE : ┃JULY 23RD, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY FOREST, ARKLAY MOUNTAINS. TIME : ┃10:10 PM.

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 It was only hours ago that Bravo Team was sent out to investigate the Arklay Mountains by helicopter, and it only took moments for the aircraft to come crashing down. The team held on for dear life, some of them praying while others just hoped for a soft landing. Luckily, Edward managed to pilot the helicopter somewhat safely to the ground, but now they have no communication or a way out of the mountains. Some of their weaponry is missing, too, theorized to have scattered from the crash. 

 “Everybody okay?”

 Forest pipes up. “10-4.” Kenneth waves a hand. “All good here.” Edward states from the cockpit. “I’m alright.” Richard salutes. “I’m in tip-top shape, sir.” Rebecca gestures a thumbs up with a smile. Enrico nods. “Glad to hear you all made it.” He turns towards Edward. “You got a signal yet, Dewey?”

 “No, not yet.” Edward says as he fumbles with knobs and switches, sighing. “I think some of the terminals are damaged, so it might take me a while to get back in contact with Alpha. ”

 “ Hm .” Enrico takes a look around and observes the environment.

 The woods are eerily quiet and a breeze blows through the trees. They creak and groan against the wind, and the sound of a branch snapping can be heard in the distance. Although the moonlight slips through the cracks of leaves and branches and shines down onto the Bravo team below, it’s barely enough for them to see the world around them. Its light pales in comparison to the pitch black. An owl hoots loudly nearby, making the forest feel all the more haunting than it already does. 

 “Damn, it’s scary as shit out here. Can it get any worse?” Forest remarks, checking his surroundings. “Don’t jinx it, man.” Richard retorts. Kenneth steps backwards and steps on a twig and Rebecca feels like she might jump out of her skin at the sound. Even though this is only her first mission, this forest gives her the heebie-jeebies. It probably wouldn’t be so bad had they not landed here under such circumstances, worried for her and her team now that they have no communication, missing ammo and weapons, and completely exposed to the elements. Navigating through the forest might become more difficult, but Rebecca has to remind herself of her faith in her team. It’s why she joined the S.T.A.R.S. in the first place. She deeply respects them for their acts of valor and heroism, and in the last 2 years she worked to achieve her place on one of their teams. Of course, it was a major surprise that she was hand picked to be on the Bravo team, accepted and interviewed by the captain of S.T.A.R.S. himself, Albert Wesker. Even though S.T.A.R.S. had two Captains, Wesker and Captain Marini, it was common knowledge that Wesker was the leader of the bunch. He just has that kind of presence.

 Rebecca is scared, but she has to be there for her team now! She is a necessary component to the team, after all she is the medic.

 “Yeah, it is spooky.” She pipes up, looking around in the dark.

 “It may be spooky, but I think that’s going to be the least of our worries.” Kenneth replies.

 A crow roughly lands on the hood of the helicopter and caws loudly at the Bravo team members. It causes them all to turn in the direction of the bird, and it caws once again. Edward feels a shudder run through his spine, unnerved by the bird’s sudden presence. He feels like it’s an omen, but it’s definitely not a good one. ‘ More like a bad one. ’ He thinks to himself. Jesus , can they hurry this mission up? It’s like they’re in some kind of horror movie, and he would certainly like to get out of here in time to see the sunrise .

 Edward shakes his head, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind as he continues to fiddle with the terminals. After a couple of moments, he leans back in the pilot’s chair in defeat before climbing out of the cockpit. “Radio’s dead, engine is shot, and we’re down half our supplies. I think we have a pretty good thing going here.” He jokes, and Enrico nods. “Thank you, Dewey.”

 Well, it looks like they’ll have to do things on foot from now on. Enrico thinks it’s no big deal, believing they can try to radio the station somewhere else. What he thinks is a big deal, however, is how the helicopter malfunctioned and almost cost his team their lives. He distinctly remembers the aircraft being checked before takeoff, and Wesker himself even gave a final inspection before the team boarded. What could have happened for the engine to just give out like that?

  Sniff, sniff .

 The snout of a curious dog-like creature raises and starts to smell the air, aware that there is now a foreign smell inside the woods — the smell of human flesh. It smells the Bravo team’s flesh, and it’s eager to have a taste of it. It begins to growl through its clenched teeth, and a few other dog-like forms lying down raise their heads at the sound. The monstrous canine licks its sharp teeth before it lets out an unnatural howl, alerting the other monsters in the area. The rest of the pack soon follows, starting a collection of ghastly sounds and noises.

 The howls echo through the trees, catching the team members’ attention. Edward lifts his head from the cockpit. Enrico furrows his brows at the sound. Forest clutches his weaponry and Kenneth does the same, both of them incredibly disturbed by the inhuman sound. Rebecca frowns but it quickly fades when Richard nudges her arm. ‘You’ll be fine.’ He mouths, and she smiles wide at his reassurance. ‘Thanks.’ She mouths back before their captain speaks up.

 “We need to get moving, team.”

 Enrico isn’t sure what he and his team are heading into, but he knows they need to stick together. Who knows what they’ll see once they venture into the wilderness. Who knows what these creatures might do when they spot them. Who knows if they’ll live to tell the tale.

⋆

DATE : ┃JULY 23RD, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ S.T.A.R.S. OFFICE, RACCOON CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT. TIME : ┃10:19 PM.

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 “What’s going on, Vickers?”

 Brad is silent for a moment, unable to find the words to say. There’s only the sound of static on the other end of the line, and he nervously clenches and unclenches his fists. The signal to Bravo team’s helicopter just cut out, and all he heard before that happened was a voice yell “We’re going down!” He swallows and slowly turns towards his Captain and teammates with a look of worry.

 “We lost contact.”

 Earlier in the night, Wesker had received word that the Ecliptic Express, one of Umbrella’s private trains, was attacked and contaminated with the T-Virus by T-Virus infected leeches. He doesn’t have a clue where such a creature would have come from. Leeches haven’t been used in any of Umbrella’s experiments for a long time, over 10 years to be exact, but he can’t help but wonder if someone inside Umbrella purposefully attacked the train. He decided to send in Bravo Team first as a cover for the ‘murders’ so, in the meantime, he could observe and figure out what caused the outbreak on the train. He and a clean up team will head out to take back the train and get rid of it before any other witnesses find it. 

 Wesker folds his arms, observing everyone’s faces of concern before clearing his throat. “Try contacting them through their on hand radios.”

 “I can’t.”

 “Why not?”

 “Their radios are dead, too.”

 Wesker pretends to show a look of deep concern for the Bravos, but he doesn’t really care. He just hopes that everything will go according to plan and then he can get out of Raccoon City. Loss of communication is the first sign that he’s close to getting rid of these pesky S.T.A.R.S.. 

 Barry has a look of apprehension, anxious to know about the condition of the Bravo team members. He quickly reminds himself that everything’s alright. They’re S.T.A.R.S.. They’ll be fine . Chris has a similar expression, his chest beginning to tighten at his teammate’s words. What happened? Why did they lose contact, and what are they gonna do to get it back? God, he’s so tired; tired of working this damn case. He’s tired of hearing about so many innocent lives lost at the hands of — of whatever is killing these people and not getting any answers. Now that the Bravo team is missing, he can only hope that their skills and weapons will save them now. 

 Jill is in shock, same as everyone else, as the words slip past Brad’s lips. Oh no . She nervously chews on her lower lip as their pilot desperately tries communicating with the Bravo team, but she has a feeling they probably won’t be answering. Her stomach churns, rumbling as she thinks about what could have happened.

 Could this be what her nightmare was telling her? Is this the beginning of what’s to come?

 She has a feeling her nightmare is about to come true.

[sweetcocopowder]

Pitch Black Dahlias | PT. 1 | PT.2

Synopsis: The news had taken everyone by shock. The Minutemen had been the one to take down the Institute. It's evil being rid of the Commonwealth once and for all.

But that doesn't mean that Nate's work is over. There is a still a lot to. And that includes helping Danse with his current dilemma of finding out who he truly is. And the pre-war man thinks bringing Danse along on some Railroad jobs will help out.

Hopefully.

Word Count: 2.2K

Pairing: Paladin Danse x Nate (Male Sole Survivor)

Warnings: Slow Burn. Trauma. Eventual Smut.

The only times Danse has had the time to visit to Diamond City, it’s all been for Nate. He sees no need to come to this part of the Commonwealth by himself. Yes, he has travelled and scouted around Diamond City when he was stationed at the Cambridge Station. But even those little expeditions were dangerous at that point of time. Those memories still spark a pang of hurt deep within his chest.

He pushes it aside as he walks down the stairs to the Diamond City centre. He hasn’t seen Nate in two weeks. A whole two weeks since they infiltrated the Institute together with the Minutemen and destroyed the evil from the Commonwealth.

He was more than honoured to do so when Nate had asked him to be by his side. It had given him something to shoot at and fight for.

A part of him only hoped that it would have been the Brotherhood to participate in such a role. But Danse couldn’t argue with Nate when he was set in his ways. His mind was made up ages ago. The whole ordeal out of the Listening Post was probably what tipped him over the edge. It always something that Danse stills ponders on. Still thinking that that day was his last.

But he’s still here, alive, as a synth can get, and standing naked in Diamond City. Not naked per say, but he feels like it.

He’s come without his power armour at Nate’s request. He felt more at home inside of one. But the fact that Nate had asked him to come without one? It made him feel weary travelling from the Castle to Diamond City without it. But he trusts Nate’s judgement even if it might be questionable at times.

Like standing still while aiming down his scope as a super mutant suicider came barrelling his way. Danse was still his sponsor back then and hounded into Nate for being so stupid. He left it out of the report, but that doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing he did for the Brotherhood matters.

He pulls his bomber jacket closer around his chest, the late autumn breeze cold today. He ventures through the market to Nate’s residents at the Home Plate, ignoring the multiple people calling his way trying to upsell their products. He doesn’t need a haircut, or some ammo, or a… swatter? He eyes the red faced man before continuing on.

Anyways.

Danse gives three sharp knocks on the door and takes a step away. He eyes the empty power armour rack, wondering where Nate has kept his T-45. It wasn’t at the Castle, he just came from there. Maybe he’s left it up at the Red Rocket with his wide collection of power armours. He waits a few minutes before knocking again. He doesn’t want to intrude even though he knows Nate wouldn’t care. It’s more out of respect than anything.

“Danse.”

Slowly -at the sound of the very unique voice-, the ex-Paladin turns to meet the synth detective with a frown. Valentine narrows his gaze to him with a raised brow.

“Valentine,” he responds back blandly.

“Glad to see you out and about after everything,” the detective says with as much sarcasm as possible.

“Where’s Nate?” Danse gets to the point, his tone blunt and firm.

But Valentine doesn’t faulter to the demand. His stark yellow eyes flickers behind the former soldier before back at him. “He’s this way,” he says instead with a small wave of his hand.

Danse hesitates for a moment, glancing to the door before reluctantly following after Valentine. He’s well aware that his hate towards the synth is something that’s hypocritical. Yet there’s something so intertwined in Danse’s heart that he hasn’t been able to rid himself of yet. Could be the same reason why he was so ready to die by Nate’s hands. Dropped to his knees and begged that he needed to be the example, not the exception.

Yet Nate had still dragged him from his knees and pleaded. Showed him mercy that Danse didn’t deserve. The ex-Paladin doesn’t think he deserved it. He’s heard from others that Nate has a bleeding heart and Danse wouldn’t be the one to object to those claims. Sometimes it’s a dangerous thing. Getting them into more trouble at times.

The two don’t get far. Valentine stops just outside the chems store and points a skinny, metal finger upwards. Danse looks up without a word and doesn’t see it at first, but when he does he can’t help but stare.

There’s a small, makeshift balcony atop of Nate’s residents, one that overlooks the city. A grand view of the place. It’s a lovely little spot that Nate paid a pretty cap for. But there in his little red throne -a single seater couch- with his head lolled onto his chest, is Nate fast asleep. His hands are overlapped on his torso with his legs outstretched. He reminds Danse of one of those older settlers at Sanctuary that can be seen napping the day away. Every, single, day.

“How long has he been up there?” Danse asks casually. His shoulders have relaxed and his head is slightly cocked to the side like a dog.

“Around three hours now,” Valentine answers with a chuckle. “As far as I know from Piper they came back from the Railroad. They’ve been keeping him on his toes lately trying to help the synths you and him helped out.”

Danse swallows thickly. “It was all him.”

“Whatever you say, big guy,” Valentine speaks softly. “But at least give yourself some credit.”

There’s no response to that and the synth detective hums at that.

“Is that why I haven’t seen high or nigh of you lately? Didn’t want to deal with other synths?” Valentine asks, jabbing at this point.

Danse swallows thickly and changes the subject. “Why was Piper with him?”

Valentine lightly rolls his eyes and looks back up Nate. “She wanted a story. The aftermath of the Institute and what nots. Don’t know how good it’ll be with the Railroad wanting to stay hidden and all.”

“Does it matter anymore with the Institute gone?” Danse asks a genuine question.

It takes Valentine back a bit, the question actually making him wonder. “To some degree, yeah. There’s still synths out there that believe in what the Institute was doing.” The detective pauses for a moment, staring at the soldier. “You’d know that if you didn’t go off hiding away. Nate needs you right now more than ever.”

Danse swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’ll wake him,” is all he murmurs before walking off.

He brings the spare keys to Home Plate out of his jacket pocket and unlocks the door. He wouldn’t normally let himself in, despite Nate having told him in the past that this place is more welcome to call home than anywhere else. Like the Castle and Sanctuary.

“It’s ours,” he has said once. It sounds weird on his mind as it did hearing it the first time from Nate’s mouth.

Yet whenever Danse is at those settlements as well, he feels more of the need to keep on his toes and work. Make sure that everything is in order, checking the defence systems more moving onto the water supplies, then onto the generators. Keeping his mind and body preoccupied so that he doesn’t have to think of other pressing matters. Just like the Brotherhood had ironed into him.

But Home Plate, it’s probably the only place that Danse has ever felt relaxed. The noise that seeps in through the thin walls of the place reminds him all too well of the Prydwyn, an all too welcoming murmur of noise. Theres no checklists at Home Plate. Only the mundane need to keep the place tidy of dust and other critters that decide to make themselves home.

Danse is quick to take himself up the stairs to the balcony. He opens the door as quietly as he can, peering around the corner to where Nate still sleeps peacefully on the couch. The ex-Paladin can’t help but watch for a moment with his brown eyes. The usual frown that has somehow become a permanent thing on Nate’s face has now smoothed out.  

With a quick glance out below, Valentine is nowhere to be seen and the people of Diamond City pay them no mind. One other thing that was ironed into Danse was their concept on attraction. A Paladin had to be at his best at all times. And that meant to having someone you love dearly being on your mind. The quality and the care for a Paladin’s garrison was all that Danse was able to think about.

Yes, he had come to a point in his sponsorship with Nate that his brewing feelings could mean something much more. Seeing someone being able to hold their own and being able to lead. It had wanted Danse to know more about Nate and who he was before the war. What things were like back then.

Slowly, Danse kneels down to one knee next to Nate’s outstretched legs. He brings a hand up gently and caresses the sleeping man’s face who stirs. Nate inhales deeply as his dark blue eyes blink awake through a squinted, peeping gaze. He looks to Danse with a bleary expression before a warm smile comes to his lips. He leans into the rough hand on his face, cupping it with his own. He turns his face into Danse’s palm and gives it a light kiss, his movements still filled with the grogginess of sleep.

“I think I may still be dreaming,” Nates murmurs groggily.

Danse stands up and places a kiss to the other’s forehead. “Rise and shine.”

Nate groans loudly as he stretches his stiff joints in the couch. He looks out to the small city and blinks.

No matter how much the Brotherhood had said about attraction and love, Nate had always made it feels welcoming though. Something that Danse still finds himself having trouble pulling away from. These past two weeks have been hell sent. But he won’t admit that out loud where the world can hear.

Nate then looks to his pip-boy as he licks his lips. His face goes from placid to wide and frantic within less than a second.  

“I was out for over three hours!?” He exclaims as he suddenly sits up straight.

Danse responds quickly with, “Your body needed the rest after everything you’ve been putting yourself through.”

Nate stands up, running a hand through his hair as his peace is disrupted by his own mind and responsibilities once more. This is probably the first time in months that Nate has had some time to himself.

“We’re going to be late!” Nate exclaims. “Did you let me sleep that long?” He asks with no bite to his tone.

“I only just arrived here,” Danse states.

That seems to calm the other man down a bit, his tense shoulders sagging. “Okay then we would have been late anyways,” Nate says more to himself than to the ex-Paladin.

“Why did you want me here?” Danse asks.

Deep blue eyes focus back onto the soldier. “Did you pick up those care packages?” He asks.

Danse could make a comment. A bad comment that would most likely have Nate snapping at him. Because why did Nate have him go to a Railroad drop point to meet up with Deacon of all people to hand him this, box? A care package of some sorts. Deacon hadn’t said much, had just said good luck before moving on with a fat grin on his face. He had tipped his wig of hair like some man in a suit would tip their fedora. It was odd and only had Danse confused even further.

But knowing that this job had to do with the Railroad, he couldn’t help but let that old hatred towards them linger and simmer. He’s aware it’s wrong, they help others of his kind. Synths. Yet there it was, that distaste that comes to his tongue whenever he’s near them or mentioned.

So, he replies with a simple and bland, “Yes.”

Nate picks up on his though and looks to him with a raised brow. “You didn’t do anything stupid with Deacon, did you?” He asks with a hand on his hip.

Danse’s brows shoot up. He should be offended at Nate saying such a thing! “No! I wouldn’t harm one of your contacts even if they’re-“ he cuts himself short. “I wouldn’t,” he repeats himself, his voice more on the verge of a whine than anything else. He clears his throat, hoping to cover it up.  

He shuffles around inside of his bomber jacket and holds out the two care packages to Nate instead. Hoping to distract the man from his current inner panic.

Nate takes the packages with a thank you. He opens them both up without a word, looking inside to make sure that everything is intact. From where Danse stands, he can’t see anything but from the look on Nate’s face, everything is satisfactory.

“Alright!” Nate exclaims as he snaps the packages shut. He places them under his arm as he makes his way back into Home Plate. “I want you to join me for a delivery!”

“A delivery?” Danse can’t help but ask.

“A very, dangerous delivery,” Nate grins slyly before he disappears inside.

Danse can’t help but roll his eyes at the comment. Isn’t everything dangerous when it comes to the man? The way he does things is, questionable. Danse groans to himself, before heading inside after the other.

[thequantumranger]

MT Toys Ashley Review Thingy

Today, I'm trying something new from posting gifs. I will be reviewing the latest addition to my 1/6 scale collection: Ashley by Master Team. This figure is based on her RE4 remake counterpart.

Here is Ashley, in all her glory! She comes with 3 accessories; a pistol, a can of first aid spray and a flashlight. Also included are a number of interchangeable hands.

The firearm is generic and doesn't have any moveable parts. You're likely wondering why Ashley (who doesn't engage in combat) comes with a pistol, right? What I've concluded is this is meant to be the gun she aims at Leon while under the control of Las Plagas. The problem is that during said cutscene she's holding the SG-09R, when this is the Blacktail.

The head sculpt is pretty nice. While it isn't phenomenal, the resemblance to Ella Freya is there. The head does in fact look better in real life than it appears in photos. Regardless, the paint application could have been improved upon. My suggestion would have been to add more makeup around the eyes, add gloss to her lips and thicken her inner eyebrows.

What makes this head unique is its rolling eyes feature. You can open up the head and adjust the direction of the eyes to change Ashley's expression. I used a toothpick to move the sticks with ease.

Onto the body, you can (of course) remove Ashley's blazer, but I wouldn't recommend it. Her body is a variant of Pop Toys Xing. There are visible seems and joints. The articulation is limited.

Her hands and arms are separate complexions. It might be hard to distinguish based on photos, but the differences are glaring in real life. Just another reason to keep her coat on.

Two things which are missing are the necklace and bracelets Ashley wears without her blazer later in the game. Both accessories are included in the pricey SW Toys version, while only the necklace comes in Super Duck's more affordable version. (Note: Super Duck's version of the necklace is also the wrong color.)

To finish this review off, here are photos showcasing select details.

The clothes overall have satisfactory workmanship. However, the material of the boots are a concern. They arrived looking raggedy. It doesn't seem as if they'll have a lasting shelf life, even if left untouched behind a Detolf display.

I appreciate the details on the brooch and scarf. At first glance, the blazer looks perfect, but there are parts (its interior and under the collar) with white fabric which can give off the impression of an unfinished Home Economics project. Apart from the boots, the materials used for the clothes are of acceptable quality. The outfit is generally accurate to Ashley's earlier appearance in the game.

I paid about $146+ for Ashley on Giantoy. Despite its flaws, I'm happy with this new addition to my ever growing Resident Evil collection. I also pre-ordered Master Team's Leon to accompany this Ashley figure, along with Super Duck's Ada. I'm real excited to get my hands on those in the near future.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading this. 💚 I hope to show off more of my collection soon.

[wazzappp]

Resident Evil 7 Mold discussion / Theory

Ok so this is going to be split into a few pieces:

What IS the mold

Infection process details as well as details about why Ethan didn't fall under her control

Hivemind hiarchy and enemy management on Eveline's side of things.

What IS The Mold:

Ok so first things first the Mold isn't actually a mold. We know from part one of the R and D report page 3, the mold is actually a fungus that a shadowy organization called The Connections had been manipulating for their own bioweapon purposes. This fungus is called the Mutamycite and is derived from the Megamycite (which we learn about from resident evil 8). They just DECIDED to call it mold because IDK WHY FUCK YOU YOU FUCKERS MOLD AND FUNGI ARENT THE SAME YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCIENTISTS YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE ACCURATE AUGHHHHHHHH anyway for the sake of general understanding I'm mostly just gonna keep calling it 'the mold'

The Connections created Eveline through trial and error of exposing an embryo to this fungus. The various body parts we collect throughout the game for both the cure and the E-Necrotoxin are actually from her failed 'siblings'.

Infection Process:

We know from part 2 of the R and D report found in the labs/mines that Eveline's 'Molded' creatures can be created through her mycelium which she secretes through her tissue which is AWESOME FUCK YEA FUCK YES MY FRIEND MY BEST FRIEND MYCELIUM LETS GOOOOO.

Wer'e coming back to details about the mycelium in a minute because WHOOP WHOOP HIVEMIND MOMENT but the actual infection process needs more examination. The way it's described in part 2 R and D report, it sounds like Eveline can either spawn these molded or turn them from people (coming back to the spawning in a sec don't forget about it)

We know they can be turned because of both the note at the beginning of the game keeping track of those turned and dead, the deputy's half turned severed head in the fridge, and the pre release 'Opening Hour' teaser where we SEE someones body be taken over in real time.

The details of the infection process are in Infection Report 1. So here is what the actual report says and then what my reasoning of it is.

"Initial Infection The mold ingests nutrients from the subject's body to propagate itself, and slowly takes over cells within the body.

As a side effect of this, the infected subject gains remarkable regenerative abilities.

During experiments, we removed arms and legs from test subjects and found that they were able to coapt the amputated limbs in a matter of minutes."

Its my theory that the reason the Mold is able to both sidestep the immune system and to cause this regenerative effect is because the mold itself is mimicking the biological structures it runs into. As it works its way through the body, it's replacing everything that exists, so naturally if any damage occurs it can just regrow since replacing that tissue is what it was doing any way.

This gets interesting when you start including more than one species during this initial infection process. Like the Dimitrescu daughters. After death and insertion of the cadou parasite they were swarmed with flies until they covered their entire bodies. The mold was able to assimilate their DNA as well as the human DNA of the daughters themselves, allowing them to transition between the two.

It is ALSO very important to note that Ethan is under this level of infection for the majority of the game. He has an amazing degree of regeneration without the side effect of Eveline's control because he hasn't reached the mid stage infection, which is described next. Its pretty interesting how the time periods of how long it takes for Evelines control to take hold changes from person to person. 3 years after infection and Mia is still resisting, but the Bakers fell under her influence almost IMMEDIATLY based off of the 'Daughters' DLC. It looks like things kind of went?? back to normal?? for a second there but its pretty ambigous. This could rely on a variaty of factors ranging from Eveline's strength (she seems kind of tired at the end of the game. maybe less powerful than when she wasn't over extending herself) and the state of the tissue she's infecting.

I think it would make sense that the mold can infect Dead tissue faster than Living tissue because theres no immune response whatsoever. Maybe thats why Ethan was experiencing stage 2 symptoms after only 12 hours even with Eveline's weakened state taken into consideration.

"Mid-stage Infection Once the mold reaches the brain, the subject's thoughts become "in tune" with those of the E-Series asset.

If this state continues, the host will lose all sense of ego."

It is VERY interesting that apparently we can see this fungal structure in x rays, which we know because of Margurite Bakers doctors note. This is really awesome because that means the mycelium structures are spreading into the brain and maybe starting to integrate the host into the hive-mind even BEFORE complete integration/assimilation. I wonder what would happen if you killed someone mid integration? Would only the memories/functions of the part of the brain thats been integrated be shared or would it just not go through at all? Also this hive-mind component is going to come back later so don't forget this either.

"Complete Infection After every cell in the body has been taken over by the mold, the subject begins to lose their human form. Physical mutations differ from case to case, but all result in him or her acquiring incredible physical strength.

Containing a subject at this stage would be extremely difficult."

PHYSICAL MUTATIONS BABY LETS FUCKING GO. Ok so if the mold is just replicating itself in a way where its trying to mimic the structure of the original host, why do mutations happen? Because with increased replication there also comes an increased chance of mutation. Jack Baker gets more and more fucked up as the bossfights go on, finally appearing as a barely human monster for the final boathouse fight. THAT IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO HIS BEING CUT IN HALF. The mold has a LOT to fix after that much damage has been done and with it comes an increased chance for mutation, plus when you take into account he's been 'killed' throughout the night, the mold making up his body has been put through a TREMENDOUS amount of strain.

We can also see after his death, while Ethan is chillin in a mold pillar, that his real consciousness is kept in the hive-mind Eveline has constructed for the area, which leads me to the next point.

Hive-mind hierarchy and enemy management on Eveline's side of things:

Ok remember the mycelium from earlier? I told you to remember them because it's coming back now. If you hadn't heard of this amazing part of fungi you're leaving fully educated now.

Mycelium are essentially the nervous system of a fungal colony. Just one spore can result in a network like this. Mushrooms are actually the fruiting part of a mycelium network, this is what goes on underneath the surface. You may have heard that clusters of mushrooms communicate with each other through their networks and this is true! In fact theres a colony of Armillara that spreads for over 2,000 acres (or 10 square kilometers) in Oregon. The uh. way they phrased it in the article was pretty disturbing tbh; "This was kind of a side project," Smith recalls. "We were looking at the boundaries of [fungal] individuals using genetic tests and the first year we didn't find the edge."

Mycelium communicate with their colony by exchanging information, sharing resources, and even hijacking other plants in the area as an early warning system for danger.

This is AWESOME because it means that Eveline's infection has indeed spread across the entirety of the Baker estate. Its assimilated all of the local plant life, all of the local wildlife (punching molded alligators into submission is badass) and appears to be able to spread through water as well (dead fish when re entering the boathouse after the ship section). Eveline has turned the entire area into her own fungal colony thats directly under her control.

So now we get to the nitty gritty about how this relates to the hive-mind hierarchy in the game. There appears to be not one but TWO hive-mind functions operating in this hellhole. Obviously we have the main hive-mind that Ethan Winters sees when he's stuck in that mold column. Because we see Eveline has been stored in the megamycite in the 'Shadows of Rose' DLC. it appears that this is like. a smaller hive-mind thats attached to the main one. If the megamycite's hive-mind was a house, this would be the shed; Separate but still connected. but I also propose that Marguerite has her own smaller, less complicated hive-mind for controlling her bug enemies.

During Marguerite's "Bug-pit" boss-fight, we can see that the bug enemies aren't just attacking at random, she's conducting them. This is just another one of Eveline's 'gifts'. I think she prioritizes mothers above most other family members. I think it would make sense because she was LITERALLY CREATED AS A VESSEL FOR MOTHER MIRANDA TO RESURRECT HER DEAD KID and theres further evidence in that she directly gifted Marguerite her dead siblings arm that can be used to make a cure that stops her from influencing someones mind (at least for a little while) for safekeeping (run on sentences my beloved).

Ok so back to the 'shed' analogy that I mentioned before. Theres a problem I noticed with the amount of people that go missing vs the amount of enemies Ethan fights throughout the game. We can see newspaper articles in the kitchen saying things like 'Over 20 missing in two years'. ETHAN FIGHTS. WAY MORE THAN 20 MOLDED. Even being generous that the news was wrong Ethans gotta be fighting what at least 90 Molded over the course of the game?? (im. so tempted to rewatch the whole thing and keep track of how many spawn. so tempted). Theres a simple answer to this problem. We know from the 'Shadows of Rose' DLC that grunt minds are stored in the hive as well as the more developed boss minds. I propose that these aren't new molded consciousnesses that Ethans fighting, its the same ones over and over again. Getting killed and sent back and respawned and killed and sent back and respawned over and over stuck in a rotating door of present in the real world and stuck in the 'shed'. The shed is the molded's own personal HELL they're just not mentally present enough to recognize it.

[alpydk]

Tag you’re it! Share five authors/fics you’re really enjoying right now and let’s spread the love.

Also feel free to share what you’re working on right now 🩷

Good morning anon, lovely hearing from you ;)

Top 5 right now? Only 5?

1 - @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep and her fic Alchemy 410 - Pre/Post BG3 events. An amazing protag and Gale relationship build up with great chemistry between the characters (sometimes literally) and just a beautiful read.

I don’t know what it is about you, Dekarios, but you’ve permeated my inner world and I can’t even say that I mind. I don’t know if I’m holding a torch, a matchstick or a lightning bug in a jar when it comes to my feelings for you, but I can’t seem to shake them. I know I run the risk of ruining our friendship, but if I didn’t at least tell you what I feel, I’d carry those feelings around forever. 

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2 -@cheerysmores and Broken Horizons - Post canon angst. Like the summary alone won me over and I've felt pain with this fic and loved each moment of it - “I am going to die,” Gale whispers into the darkness, then again, directly at her sleeping form. “I truly am going to die.” - Just oooooffff.....

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3 - I don't know if I'm allowed to tag them... but they're on here and under the name ACrowsRockCollection on Ao3 - Fic is Weave me the Sunshine - A rarepair Gale/Jaheira fic which works amazingly well. Some very poetic language, gorgeously written.

Jaheira shook her head, “The Harpers collect people willing to do what it takes. I know commodities when I see them, pawns, lanceboard pieces. It feels foolish to throw you away.”  “I’m the villain of the story, I…” Jaheira cut him off, “No, Karlach told me the story. I could see why your God would be upset, but before the Absolute, to make you suffer needlessly…” “I used to think I was special, but we are mortal playthings in divine hands. Followers and chosen are pawns to be used or destroyed on whim.” “Strategically, it seems a waste of a perfectly good pawn,” 

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4 - @auroraesmeraldarose and Professor Dekarios - All the comfort and smut you could ever need. This is my go to when my head is too full of everything and I sit with a mug and my kindle and just relax into the fluffy world. It's really the sweetest AU I've ever read. (Also fucking hell 176k words since feb? And I thought I wrote a lot!)

“I think I need to spend the next few hours with you wrapped up in my arms nice and safe. I think I’d rather underestimated the perils of your career choice. Let’s go home, please.” Helene obliged, and did indeed spend most of her evening snuggled in Gale’s embrace. She didn’t like the idea of being weak, of needing to be protected… but if it meant being held against his chest for hours at a time, you could call her a damsel in distress any day of the week.

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5 - @silent-words and Twin Compasses - One of the best bards I've seen written. Discussions of linguistics over a campfire, really good chemistry where you can see the build up happening gradually. Just romance through words in a way I can't explain.

‘ Let me not to the marriage of true minds / Admit impediments ,’ the bard recited. Gale picked up instantly: ‘ Love is not love / Which alters when it alteration finds ,’ he exclaimed with a flourish. The wizard’s eyes lit up. ‘ Or bends with the remover to remove .’ Laerie made a dramatic gesture and then smiled. ‘I love Shakespeare, he truly was the Bard of all bards. Who else was able to insert so many reiterations and yet make the verse so beautiful? How did he make his images abstract and tactile at the same time?’

Even my cold dead heart is falling in love over that interaction.

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I could give shout outs to so many others right now. From @judasiskariot and her Resident Evil fic, @crazybagelbitch and the Chase fic I love, @weaveandwood and Auroria, and especially the person writing the Cazador 1980's fic that has stolen my heart and mind. So many writers deserve to be praised for their work!

[mcrcki]

here i come with another MASSIVE event plotting / starter call (this time with over 20 characters bc who even am i) !! before i get too much into event stuff, i just wanna put up some housekeeping things so i'm not just repeating myself over and over in the discord : i will be dropping almost all of my pre-event threads. meaning, i will only be keeping the thread if it is an active plot that needs to be continued because we aren't at a place to infer the ending. i am just so utterly overwhelmed with my number of drafts that i really need to just start fresh, so i'll be using this as my chance to spam the heck out of y'all's calls and get way more threads that i actually have muse for. i'm sorry if we had a thread you really wanted to continue, i just need a fresh start. now for housekeeping for my call, as always this will be capped. i wanna write with everyone but i can't if i get a million requests from one person so!! the cap is three starters per writer!! blind date starters will not count towards that cap. otherwise, please LIKE for plotting messages, and REPLY for starters (pls specify muses unless previously discussed!!)!

in the meantime, if you wanna see what my clowns are wearing, please follow this link to my pinterest :))

alani tiure | star wars | blind date w. cami o'connell ( 3 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : imma be so for real and say that they think they're absolutely too good for this lmao, their dad is a crime lord in the city, and really they're just here to take advantage of some free drinks and maybe check in on some clients. her date is going to have to be okay with her being slightly stuck up but will absolutely be down for some dancing despite it. potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : sofia robbin sloan torres, ellie williams, cami o'connell

beatrice | over the garden wall | date w. wirt ( 1 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : going with her favorite boy loser, wirt. definitely here just for the free party and to do something fun, now that she's human again she's taking advantage of all the things they missed out on as a bird. will definitely be here to make friends, they're a little rude at times but i promise they're kind when you get past the kind of rude exterior !!! down for shenanigans !! potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : xiao chiye

branwen | a court of thorns and roses | blind date w. enola holmes ( 1 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : winnie LOVES THIS, she hasn't gotten to have fun in pretty dresses in ages, she was still young the last time they were able to have any kind of formal party so they're really enjoying this. she wants to see everything this party has to offer so she'll be dragging her date around everywhere, wanting to take it all in potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : he xuan

daniela dimitrescu | resident evil | blind date w. jeremy smith ( 2 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : ok tbh, daniela only came to this and signed up for a blind date to possibly grab an easy snack. they're a man-eating monster idk what anyone expected here. but tbh, once they saw the girl she's actually simping over (and will not make a move yet for one reason or another) they're going to be flirting and going so far to make her jealous, it doesn't matter with who tbh. also open to some absolute chaos if you wanna do something Bad potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date (for murder purposes)

starters : myri tiure, henry creel

danika fendyr | crescent city | flying solo ( 3 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : listen danika like.. just got here, she's just getting used to the city and her memories again with her friends, since so much happened back home. she's spending the majority of her time crashing her bestie's date, for various reasons, but will be out on the floor dancing and drinking as much as she wants, enjoying the hell out of a free party potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : bryce quinlan, apple caramela, hunt athalar

elain archeron | a court of thorns and roses | date w. lucien vanserra ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : this is elain's first ball in the city, and she's very much looking forward to a night where she can just dress up in a beautiful dress and dance with her husband. things have been... rough with her family unit so she's just happy to let loose a little bit and enjoy everyone's company and dance the night away potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : lu junyi, lucien vanserra

evangeline ennar | throne of glass | blind date w. choi nam ra ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : evangeline grew up in a high fantasy world, getting dressed up in fancy clothes for a ball is all she could've hoped for coming here, and now she's old enough to really enjoy it, she is going to be having the best time for real. will be helping her mom glare at her not dad, but other than that, she would love some friends so just dance around with all night potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : choi nam ra, aedion ashryver

kaya dura | star wars | blind date w. lola flemming ( 2 / 4 )

they/she pronouns : kaya is not really in the dating and dancing mood, they are still getting over their ex after a very hard breakup, where her ex killed her and all that fun stuff. so, they're really trying to like.. get themselves out there and get over her, so they signed up for this blind date and are forcing themselves out into public again. will probably get drunk for the first time and just want to forget everything to have fun potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : kaiden monsula, kasil monsula

keelan cardulo | fourth wing | date w. mira sorrengail ( 0 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : lowkey her and mira's first public appearance as a couple, especially after everything that happened back home that resulted in keelan's death, she is very much looking forward to getting to dance with their girlfriend and just enjoy that. is a bit anti social if they don't know you, so when mira is inevitably somewhere else, find them hanging to the shadows potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters :

leia organa | star wars | date w. han solo ( 3 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : mom and dad night out!!! leia's a mom of six now, and while ya know four of the six are adults with some having children of their own, and the other 2 are less than six months old, she just wants to have a little fun. the past year has been.. hard. and despite being the president and having to be here for this ball, she would so much rather be home right now, avoiding all the memories that valentine's day now brings out in her mind. last year was the worst night of her life and she will in fact be drinking a lot to forget all that bastilla did a year ago. #thereturnoffloorgana potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : din djarin, ahsoka tano, winter celchu

louise vance | harry potter | date w. thea hughes ( 4 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : a party???? hell yeah lou is gonna be there, they love this whole vibe. will 100% be testing the limits of security and trying to ride the t rex skeletons and any other shenanigans they can get into. they're here with their best friend in the whole world, thea, and they're definitely just friends, if you see them slow dancing really close that's just what besties do potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : thea hughes, emmeline vance, bucky barnes, willie

marlene mckinnon | harry potter | flying solo ( 2 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : marlene lowkey is working this, and will be having fun but trying to stay focused on her job. she's unaware currently so, they'll just be hanging around with whoever is kind of hiding in the outskirts of the party, could absolutely be convinced to dance/will flirt given the chance, but mostly just here to have a fun day at work potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : dora tonks, esther mckinnon

morrigan | a court of thorns and roses | date w. cassandra dimitrescu ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : this thing with cassandra has been a bit of a whirlwind romance, and she's found herself really swept up in the other, and will absolutely be spending a lot of her time in their arms. but considering how her family life has been lately, she will also be checking in on family and doing what she can to make sure reporters aren't going too wild with everything going on with rhys and her family. potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : cassandra dimitrescu, rhysand

omega archeron | star wars | date w. kirei monsula ( 1 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : if i had a nickel for every time one of my muses is on a date with their best friend and convincing themselves it's not a date, i'd have 2 nickels-- anyways, omega will be here, fulfilling her role as senator archeron's messy as hell kid, and drunk as shit nearly getting kicked out for shenanigans around the maze, and also perhaps drunkenly making out with their best friend kirei that they've been pining after for years. potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : hunter

rosemary winters | resident evil | flying solo ( 1 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : now for my girl that knows she's in love with her best friend but her best friend doesn't know her and is here with another girl!!!!! honestly rose will be in a corner getting so drunk, glaring daggers at mouse's date and wanting nothing more than to be the one dancing with them. please come try to drag them out of this slump they are sulking HARD potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : lyra ayala

rowena ravenclaw | harry potter | date w. hunter ( 1 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : rowena is uneasy after the last masquerade that happened in the city, and last valentine's day, and will be spending a fair amount of time at hunter's side until she realizes that this is actually safe, that things are normal and she can cut loose a little. will be spending a lot of time dancing and mingling, happy to talk to anyone who needs some friendly conversation, even if she may just info dump at you. is VERY excited that this is at the museum and may spend more time wandering the exhibits than actually dancing. potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : arnold

sella palpatine | star wars | date w. allana solo ( 4 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : oh sella is LIVING FOR THIS. valentine's day is her fucking holiday and she will be making up for how hellish the last one was. considering the fact that her and allana have yet to have a single good date on a holiday, she is going to be spending as much time as possible making her girlfriend twirl her around the dance floor. if anyone needs a dancing partner, sella will also let you spin her :)) she is just here to get a little tipsy and enjoy all the love in the air potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : rey palpatine, steve rogers, sion val palpatine, allana solo

sophie hatter | howl's moving castle | date w. howl pendragon

she/they pronouns : once again, sophie has been dragged to one of these parties because their husband loves these things far more than she does. howl dressed them, and as long as he agreed to a babysitter, sophie agreed to come to this. they are not the biggest dancer, a bit too self conscious to put themselves out there like that, she doesn't like drawing attention to herself. which is difficult when your husband is wearing a glittery pink suit but... potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : cindy moon

sorrel blackbeak | throne of glass | flying solo ( 2 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : i am planning on letting sorrel get their memories back during the event so she's going to be having a little bit of a time trying to find the rest of the thirteen and reunite now that her memories are back. once that's sorted though, she will be a little anti social but if someone asked her to dance, they're not one to say no. potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : asterin blackbeak, manon blackbeak

tatum riley | scream '96 | blind date w. conrad fisher ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : tatum is just trying to put herself out there, to enjoy some good things in the city, even if she's a little on edge with just throwing herself into a blind date roulette, she knows she's gotta get out of her comfort zone so she's going to make the most of this party and enjoy the heck out of it. even if that means someone's gotta drive her ass home cause she's gonna be gone potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : sam carpenter, jake wheeler

vesta starkos | star wars | blind date w. riley matthews ( 1 / 4 )

she/they pronouns : listen vesta is unaware and super normal right now, and she wants to dance with a pretty girl. even if she's a little sus of all the people who keep staring at her like they know her, they just wanna dance and have a little fun, to cut loose instead of thinking about school. is up for some shenanigans and drunken adventures if people are down potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : ramona flowers

victoria sutherland | twilight | date w. james witherdale ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : vic will never pass up an opportunity to dress sexy and dance on her mate, she has absolutely zero shame and does not care who is watching them. she also loves to use these events as a perfect little hunting ground. vic will probably be upset that it's not turning into a nightmare but, she can make it a nightmare if she really gets that bored. until then? she will be annoyingly hanging all over her mate all night. potential plots ➛ drinking (not alcohol) || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date (for a drink ;) )

starters : heidi volturi, bella swan

violet sorrengail | fourth wing | date w. xaden riorson ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns : did violet show up to this ball 90 minutes late, looking very flushed? yes. is she going to talk about it at all? absolutely not, her siblings are here and her friends can infer what's going on. now that she's here, vi will be happy to dance and enjoy the party with her friends and just get a few moments of normalcy considering the ticking timebomb her life has turned into, she is going to be savoring any moment of normal young adulthood with her family and friends thank you potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters : sgaeyl, xaden riorson

[malsfefanfics]

OC Profile: Rosamund

art by @/nessiemccormick, edited down to icon size by me

"You wish to know more about Rosamund? She's rather easy to talk to, once you get past that Vestra pride. Though I honestly don't know her that well, given how Hubert didn't even tell me of her existance until recently. She also tends to keep people at dog's length from her at all times. Yes, I mean 'dog'." -- Edelgard, about Rosamund.

Full name: Rosamund von Vestra Nicknames: Rosa (Raphael, Mercedes, Caspar, Constance, Claude), Rosebud (Hapi), Rosie (by Dorothea), Petal (For Hubert Use Only), Little Rose Wolf (Yuri) Birthday: Day 6 of the Harpstring Moon, 1165 Age: 15-16 (Pre-TS), 20+ (Post-TS) Crest: None Family: Marquis Iason von Vestra (Father, Deceased), Medee (Mother), Hubert (Older Brother), Tancred (Younger Brother), Rigel (Best Hound) Nationality: Adrestia Titles: Master of the Hounds, The Thorn Huntress, Devoted Bloom Voice Claim: Jeannie Tirado (leaning more towards Rose from Resident Evil Village in tone)

Interests: Hunting, History of Fódlan and surrounding nations, Weapons and training, Singing Likes: Sweets, Dogs, Her brothers, Fish, Healthy Competition, Saint Cichol Dislikes: Her father, The Church, Saint Seiros, Noble Society, Liars, Formal Dresses, Herself

Favorite Meals: Super Spicy Fish Dango, Pheasant Roast with Berry Sauce, Pickled Rabbit Skewers Liked Meals: Saghert and Cream, Sweet Trio Bun, Grilled Herring, Sautéed Jerky, Small Fish Skewers, Fried Crayfish Disliked Meals: Daphnel Stew, Bourgeois Pike, Cheesy Verona Stew, Gautier Cheese Gratin

Tea Preferences: Lavender Blend, Almyran Pine Needles, Mint Tea, Rose Petal Blend

Liked Gifts: Hunting Dagger, The History of Fódlan, Fishing Float, Smoked Meat, any flower, Stylish Hair Clip Disliked Gifts: Gemstone Beads, Goddess Statuette, Blue Cheese, Book of Crest Designs

Lost Items:

Book of Hunters' Fables: A hand written book of fables and folk songs shared by hunters from across the continent. Looks well read.

Family Dagger: A dagger with a pink blade and a green handle. Reminds you of primroses.

Children's Music Box: A silver music box that plays an unfamiliar lullaby. There's the coat of arms of an Adrestian Family on the lid.

Starting Class: Noble Preferred Class Path: Noble --> Fighter/Myrmidon --> Archer/Thief --> Sniper/Assassin Strength: Bow, Sword Weakness: White Magic, Black Magic, Dark Magic Budding Talent: Authority Personal Skill: 'Howling Shot', increases power against Demonic Beasts by +5.

Weapons Starting Levels:

Sword: D Lance: E+ Axe: E Bow: B Brawling: E Reason: E Faith: E Authority: C Heavy Armor: E Riding: E+ Flying: E

Base Stats:

HP: 25 Str: 7 Mag: 1 Dex: 8 Spd: 6 Lck: 7 Def: 6 Res: 7 Cha: 9

Learned Faith Spells: ??? Learned Reason Spells: ???

Recruit Requirements for Canon-Compliance AUs: Crimson Flower requires C-support with Hubert and Edelgard, and B-support with Petra or Bernadetta. Verdant Wind requires B+ Rank or Higher of Flying, Faith, and Reason, and must have majority of Black Eagles and Ashen Wolves recruited. Cannot be recruited on Blue Lions or Silver Snow.

Potential Supports:

Byleth

Hubert

Tancred

Medee

Edelgard

Petra

Linhardt

Caspar

Dorothea

Bernadetta

Ferdinand

Jeritza

Mercedes

Felix

Sylvain

Ashe

Annette

Claude

Leonie

Raphael

Lysithea

Yuri

Hapi

Constance

Seteth

Flayn

Shamir

Hanneman

Manuela

Crit Quotes:

You wish!

For my brothers!

How annoying.

I'll never lose!

You call that a shot?

I thought you'd be a challenge.

I'll cut you down!

Time for the hunt!

No goddess can save you.

Defeat Quotes:

I can't fall here. Best to pull back for now.

That...could have gone better.

I'm sorry, brother. I failed you.....

Your Majesty, please....look after my family.....

I guess I truly am....the weakest Vestra.....

Skill Level Increase Quotes:

I can use this on the hunt.

This is easy as pie.

Another day, another lesson.

I can do that? Explains a lot. (Budding Talent)

I....I actually do that? (Magic)

Level Up Quotes:

As to be expected of a Vestra.

Excellence comes with hard work.

Getting stronger and wiser.

Missed the mark, it seems.

I can hear the old man scoffing from the grave.

Not sure I have much left to learn.

Gift Quotes:

Liked Gifts: Oh, I love this! How did you know?

Neutral Gifts: Thanks. This will be useful for later.

Disliked Gifts: You might have better luck elsewhere.