#re2 (2019)

[jackyjackdraws]

Just like serious people do!

Inspired by a Tumblr post I found on YouTube Shorts cause it do be like that these days...

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Every Vehicle Leon S. Kennedy has Crashed or Caused To Crash In-Game: The Police Car in Resident Evil 2 & Resident Evil 2 Remake| The Boat in Resident Evil 4 Remake | The Speedboat in Resident Evil 4 & Resident Evil 4 Remake | The Police Car in Resident Evil 6 | The Bus in Resident Evil 6 | The Plane in Resident Evil 6 | The Train In Resident Evil 6 | The Helicopter in Resident Evil 6

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From the Resident Evil dub: "Don't worry that was just my band saw firing up!" "...anyway like I was saying-"

SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub | "Resident Evil 2" (2019)

[resizura]

posting one of my favorite re2 moments

[acquired-stardust]

Resident Evil 2 Remake PC 2019

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D a n i e l ◦ C o r t i n i Resident Evil 2, 2019

[chrismcshell]

resident evil

resident evil

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claire redfield — eat that girl for lunch

every college girl has that “phase” (happy pride month!)

tags: smut, angst, song: lunch - billie eilish, 'angry' sex, cunnilingus, lingerie, bratting, straps ons mentioned, closeted, period-typical + internalised homophobia, secret fwb, canon compliant, pre re2, mix of 1998 and 2019 canon. more notes on ao3.

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1998. The start of September, the end of Summer. Living on the other side of the Arklays. Flip-phone cradled in my hand as I drove through the midwestern nothingness. I glanced down at the screen, waiting for the text that always came on my drive home from the city. The radio echoed through the cabin, just another niche station to occupy the backroads.

Like a psychic, the phone flashed, displaying the message. ‘Coming back tonight?’ She wrote improperly, and I slowed my car enough to text back a simple ‘yes’, waiting for the next flash.

‘Call me when you’re there. Got you something.’ The drive never felt so long.

The call was curt, a simple warning, a simple courtesy to ask if she wanted me to bring any food while I was in the midst of town, she mused a ‘no’, and wished me safe travels.

I walked into the small house rented between a handful of girls, all away for summer break bound to return in a few days, keys clattering in the bowl. Eyes glancing to the white package, angel wings barricading her name that was scribbled on the front.

‘— Claire’

I dug my nails into the plastic. The package was soft but lumpy, and I hesitated to tear the plastic. I peeled at the glue, and my eyes landed on the contents, a sigh escaping me. I quickly discarded the evidence that she got me a gift at all, pushing the plastic far down into the trashcan as I held the soft fabric and the rough leather in my hands.

I made my way up the stairs, and she could hear the thud-thud-thud of my feet as I rushed. I pushed in without knocking, and there was a glint in her eyes as she saw me. She sat at her desk, littered with different types of paper, but it seemed like the last thing on her mind.

“Hey. How was seeing your family?” She spoke casually, genuinely invested in my trip though using it as a shield. Her hands dug into her scalp as she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail.

“Just fine. What’s this?” I asked, my tone firm as I held up the plastic atrocity in my hand.

“It’s a gift.”

She finished tying up her hair, the elastic snapping as she let go of it, she looked like the cat who got the cream. A small pitter patter from the shower in her personal ensuite, warming up as we stared each other down.

“I’m running you a shower.” She mused.

I approached her, and she stood from her seat to not get towered over, her weak excuse of a distraction evidently didn’t work. “Are you serious?” I shoved her the items in my hands, pushing the plastic into her chest for her to take. She grinned and tilted her head.

“What? What’s wrong with it?”

The jestful attitude made me bite my tongue. She was oblivious, or completely uncaring, either way, it was beyond frustrating. “What?” I scoffed. “What if someone saw you buy this? What if someone finds you with it?”

She played with the soft fabrics and her hands fiddled with the plastic. “It’s just a dildo.” She tried to calm the situation, her grin both reassuring and completely infuriating. “No ones gonna see it.”

I stared her down. “Claire.” I warned, and she rolled her neck with a sigh.

“We’re wasting water.” She added, eyes glancing at the shower with a short directional nod. She handed back the soft fabric. Her tone wasn’t demanding, but it was clear there wasn’t room to argue. “Try ‘em on.”

I snatched them back with a scowl and she smiled down at me. She bowed her head slightly.

“If I’m allowed, I can help you take ‘em off.”

The mirror slightly steamed and my damp hair dripped down my shoulders and back. I tried to brush my hair with the towel as I stood there in the bra and panties she got for me. 

Her eyes raked my body as she sat back on the bed, still fiddling with the plastic dick. “Could you put that thing down?”

“Oh, come on, I won’t use it... Tonight...” She placed it to the side. “Fit good? Do you like it?”

I gave a short spin in front of the mirror, a curt hum as I reached behind to adjust the straps. A short and black corset brassiere, the lace cups pushed my boobs upwards, and the hooks were long. Several for back support as the fabric came to my midriff. The underwear were similar, though looked slightly different as if not from a set.

Her eyes creased as she smiled, my indifferent attitude not doing anything to sway her more than keen interest. She saw it as a challenge that she knew she’d win eventually, and that this little huff of mine would get snuffed out.

“Bring that over here.” She patted the side of the bed, moving away from the headboard to throw her legs over the side, waiting for me. Her elbow rested on the pillow as I continued to analyse myself in the mirror, considering her options. Her eyes glued to the close corner of her room, so close she could taste it.

Her nails dug into the pillow as she kept one hand softly laid on the bed, not trying to be upfront with her aggressive need. I took pity on her — at least that’s what I’d tell myself when I left behind my autonomy to listen to her and approach.

I stood in front of her with my hands on my hips, my eyebrows furrowed at the way she took me in, her hands took quick work into slapping my wrists away and taking their place. Her thumb fiddled with the waistband of the underwear and her fingers drifted under the fabric.

I pushed the strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ears and holding the back of her head as she looked up at me. A long unspoken moment dragged out, she didn’t want to push too hard but she wanted to watch me squirm. All my reluctance would always wash away the second my mind was swimming with other things, and she knew that all too well.

“Do you need a seat?” She murmured, pulling me closer. My hands drifted from the back of her head onto her shoulders. “I’ll volunteer.”

Her hands gripped my hips as she pulled me to kneel above her lap, her fingers digging into the soft of my flesh as she pulled down the fabric, dragging it to my knees and then struggling to pull it down further as she began to blindsight herself by pressing kisses on my stomach and hips. 

She reclined, moving her legs back onto the bed and laying back against the pillows. She pulled me with her like I was nothing. My knees straddled her chest and then took a perch on either side of her head, the cushiony pillows easing my knees.

She nuzzled her nose onto my mons, and her eyes fluttered watching me. “You look so pretty.” She whispered. Her mouth latched onto the skin, her tongue swiping across the slit as she craned her neck. “You taste so sweet.”

A harsh blush spread across my face as I held onto the headboard for support, though she pulled my hips to put my weight on her. “Claire—” I tried to protest but a low moan ripped through me when I felt myself sink onto her.

She hushed me with a grin, feeling the way my fight left my body. Her lips encapsulated the sweet pearl, and her jaw moved with each way I squirmed on her face.

It was messy — teeth clashing, an embarrassing amount of wetness coated her lips close to immediately. Her fingers kneaded the flesh of my thighs, eyes glazed and glued to her fervour.

My thighs tightened around her head, I let out a choked whine and wanted to dig my nails into her hair, despite the effort it took to how she tied it up. The parts of her fringe framed her face while he worked hard, and it was a mesmerising view.

“Good?” She asked, not relenting her movements. Her keen eye wanted to make sure this was perfect, wanting the verbal cue if there was anything that needed to change. I shook my head ‘no’ and she hummed with a shaking breath. “Y’sure?” Her fingers trailing along my skin.

“Certain.” I nodded blankly, a hazy expression, blanked out with bliss as my head lolled with little to no neck strength. I grinded my hips onto her face, silently guiding her with an internalised refusal to verbalise what I needed — Why ask when I could do it myself? Why verbalise that I want a woman?

Her fingers trailed to the slick hole, pushing her two slender and smooth fingers inwards. I jerked at the pressure, and she had to pull me back down onto her face and fingers, a quiet hush as she prodded around my insides like it was nothing, just a regular Sunday, and instead of God, she’s worshipping in another way.

The glint in her eyes turned smug. “Shut the fuck up.” I whined, trying to stay stern but failing, my body hunching, the only thing supporting my body was the white-knuckled grip on the wood headboard, which incidentally stopped it from banging against the wall. “Don’t even.”

“..Have y’ever been this wet before with a guy?”

Curling her fingers as she felt that squishy, inviting spot. The warmness enveloping her hand, and dripping down her fingers quickly. Her legs shuffled, repositioning them as she bucked her hips, eager for self pleasure but ignoring it. Her mind honed into one thing and one thing only while the back of her mind drove instinctively towards herself.

“Shut up, god, shut up.” I warned with no real weight behind the words.

I let out a low growl, digging my nails into her scalp and using her hair as leverage, grinding against her face. She let out a moan and her hand squeezed my hip and continued to curl, feeling the way I clenched around her as I rode her face and fingers with selfish ease.

“But you’re soo—” She spoke between sloppy kisses to my clit. “—Easy to annoy.” She was more than content with the way I fucked myself on her, and I only realised after that it’s exactly what she wanted.

“And you’re soo annoying.” I hissed. “I barely even like you.”

Her deft tongue managed out a few words as I took what I wanted with no complaints from her. “Oh, so you hate me.” She mocked, crooning sweetly

“I tolerate you.”

She huffed in amusement, forcibly removing herself from me and flipping me flat on my back, her arm pressed across my stomach to keep me down as she continued her movements without a moment’s pause. “Tolerate?”

I nodded, trying to seem unphased. “Mhmhm.” I hummed, squirming my hips in time.

“Nothing more..?” She challenged, her fingers moving faster, almost inhumanely as they felt the telltale signs. “So you’re not gonna cum?”

“No.” I lied.

She didn’t take long to retaliate, shuffling my legs so my shins pressed against her shoulders, a weak attempt to keep me in place as her hand dropped from my stomach and dug into the waistband of her pink shorts. She hissed in relief at the contact that her body was aching for, and a short lived fight for dominance took place in the millisecond of weakness that flashed between us. My fingers digging into her hair, holding her ponytail back as her mouth sucked harder on my clit, taking it between her teeth for a second.

Flicking her eyes up at me and watching the way my face flushed pink from the lewd wet noises between both our wet cunts and her sloppy mouth. “You better not cum then.” She mumbled under her breath, though she felt the impending doom. She continued to grumble incoherently to herself, letting out breathy moans as she circled her clit.

“But you can?”

She huffed, burying herself deeper into me until I was breathless. “I’m not a lesbian until graduation.” She countered, before mumbling ‘4 year dyke’ under her breath, not as a direct insult, but definitely with intent to sting, voicing her frustrations with my constant insufferable denial.

Met with no comment, nothing I could muster up the courage to say, nothing I could look her in the eyes and lie to her face about, she pulled away briefly, harshly spitting on slit and letting it dribble down onto her fingers, beginning to thrust them in and out while curling into the g-spot.

“Wait, Claire—” I writhed my head back against the pillow, slacking my jaw with small pants for air as all the muscles in my body tensed. 

She watched me like a deer in headlights, feeling the sting of her hair being pulled as I squirmed under the touch I was now trying to avoid, feeling that wave hit the shoreline. She could feel it coming, and she knew it would, it was satisfaction to her that she could bring me to this precipice.

Her lips chased me when I tried to pull away, my vision blurring slightly and my hips bucking. “There you go..” She murmured.

“Claire, ‘m—” It ripped through me like a bullet, loud enough where I had to mentally thank God that the house was empty, the moans growing in volume and more frequent, what were quiet sighs under my breath were now almost screams through the whole rental.

She nodded in understanding, feeling the sting in her scalp as I pushed her where I needed her lips. “You sound so good when you’re not fighting with me.” She praised despite the muffle, I keened, and arched my back with a cry.

My body shook, an incoherent string of babbles and cries of curses filled the air, her name littered through with pleas, though the sentence only lasted for a moment; after a few seconds, my body slumped, and my grip on her relaxed. She slowed her hand to a stop before retracting from the sloppy wetness that was just moments before threatening to break her fingers clean off.

Her hand held my thigh down as her tongue focused less on the bundle of nerves and on savouring the taste, cleaning up the excess cum that spread across most of my lower half. She felt the twitching of overstimulation and eased her way up my body, now speckled with sweat droplets and heaving for air.

Her fingers deftly tried to unbutton the front of her jean shorts to make her self-pleasure easier to achieve, though admittedly she was only trying idly, both hands tugging at the fabric until it was open just enough. She swapped her hands, her dominant now shoved between the jean fabric and her soft skin and her other held my jaw as she analysed my face, a chaste kiss placed on my lips.

I licked them when she pulled away, tasting myself but it was always sweeter when it came from her mouth. “Are you gonna cum?” I whispered, looking at her half-lidded features, we were both breathless but she was insatiable. “Tell me you’re gonna cum.”

“Yeah, yeah. I am.” She agreed. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, feeling her black tank top under my hand as I held her closer to me. Boobs pressed closely together, her thigh between mine with her shorts now wide open at the front, her white panties poking out.

A longer, greedy kiss came quickly, lips almost crashing into mine as her hands put the same effort on herself that she just did to me. “Like having sex with you.” I tried to admit, something I knew would please her; an attempt of condolences since she’d somewhat convinced herself that I didn’t like having sex with women, which I suppose came from some level of truth.

If I could, I’d lie, but something about the mental image of her fucking herself with the same fingers that were knuckle-deep in my cunt, covered in the juices now mixing with hers wasn’t something I could push away and ignore.

“Now you wanna talk?”

“Your mouth is less busy than before.” A weak half excuse to hr teasing, she knew it. She agreed in amusement nonetheless, open mouthed and hazy eyed. I leant forward, or moreso pulled her shoulders closer to me, needing to feel her soft pink lips against mine.

Like the sex, the kiss was sloppy and messy, teeth clicking together like it did below, small breaths as she tried to be methodical — I think that was just who Claire was. I felt her insistence, and held her shoulders tighter, and her arm slinked from my jaw to around the small of my waist, desperate to hold us closer, like we’d melt together, but our bodies fit together almost perfectly anyway, no melting required.

I tugged her hand away from out of her pants, replacing it with mine. My fingers weren’t as deft as hers, didn't move as quick paced, or as smoothly, or generally skilled. Jagged, sharp movements that could probably cut you, but her back hunched, and she pressed further into me. 

“Fuck..” She breathed, taken partially by surprise.

“I want you to cum.” I nodded earnestly, lips messily brushing against hers. She lazily huffed in amusement, almost like she didn’t believe me. She shuddered and dug her nails into my forearm, the messy, needy unsynchronization, and the pads of her beloved fingers made her squirm.

“Yeah, I’m gonna, I’m gonna.” She shuddered, a low and soft but pitchy moan filling the air, before she bit down on her lip. Her body hunched, trembling as she shook. “Oh, god.” Another louder moan erupted from her throat and I felt the twitching of her clit, mimicking the way her walls would be clenching around me if only I tried — I continued to rub with reckless eagerness until her twitching simmered into a dull stimulation that burnt at her muscles and core.

She lazily laid on top of me, barely holding herself up more than what was necessary. Her hand retracted from my forearm, crescent moon shapes indented on my veins like they belonged there. She lightly tugged them away from her waistband, the wetness glistening in the low light, the same way her lips glistened pink just minutes ago when she came up for air.

I spread the two fingers that rubbed her clit to my lips, covered in the mixture of our cum, and spread the two, I inched to push them between my lips before she hastily pressed into me; we kissed through the obstacle, the mixture of us both almost intoxicating as she came down from the high.

The taste slowly dissipated and replaced itself with saliva, I pulled my hand down and held her close, and it seemed like everything began to slow down. The kisses, the breathing, the whole world.

“You can sleep in here tonight.” She offered quietly, though it was more of an ask, her hand drifting under the fabric of the brassiere. She hesitated to go further, but she bargained for a compromise. “Keep this going.. They shouldn’t— won’t be back for another few days.”

I stayed silent, and she could tell by my breathing that I was thinking about it, but that wasn’t good enough. Yes or no. This was an attempt at a compromise.

“What’s 2 girl friends having a sleepover?” She whispered, tracing circles on my ribs and stomach.

I sighed, a deep inhale, her face nuzzled into the crook of my collarbone. “You think I would leave?” I asked, diverting the topic away from my response and towards her expectations. Why couldn’t I just agree with her for once? It’s not like our friends would judge us, would they? She was trying to work with me here, why was I being difficult?

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—”

“Claire..”

“I’m interested in more than just bein’ your ‘friend’.”

[hor3nee]

wait how is he 175 cm? i thought he was 180 cm?

Leon is both.

Capcom characters don't have set heights. We know this because, 1. Capcom no longer adds heights to their character profiles. 2. Capcom constantly changes the motion capture actors/models. 3. There are multiple different media adaptations of the characters. (Leon)

In Leon's first-ever installment, Re2 (1998) his height is listed on his character profile: He is 178cm tall, aka 5'10ft tall.

The second installment of Leon was in Re4 (2005). So for some reason here it says he's 180cm tall, aka 5'11ft tall? I actually only recently learned about this lol. This information comes from the Re4 Digital Archives.

Damnation height chart also states he's 5'11ft tall / 180cm tall:

In Re6 (2012) Leon is given no (known) height. BECAUSE! We know in Re5 (2009), Chris & Wesker's heights were both changed & also their heights weren't included in their character profiles.~~ And every main game that came after Re5 (So Re6 - Re7 - Re8 - Re2r - Re3r - Re4r) do NOT include height in their character profiles.

And as previously stated post-Re5 none of the other mainline games give any canon heights to the characters, so in both Re2r (2019) and Re4r (2023) Leon is given NO canon height. HOWEVER!

Leon's motion-capture actor in both remakes (Re2r & Re4r) has been Nicholas Apostolides who is 175cm tall or 5'9ft tall. So whilst the motion-capture actor doesn't necessarily define a character's height, since we have no stated canon height of Remake Leon's height, we can assume/say in the Re2r & Re4r Leon is 175cm tall or 5'9ft tall.

SUMMING IT UP: PERSONALLY, I like to say Remake Leon is about 5'9 (175cm) and Og Leon is about 5'10-5'11 (178cm-180cm), and the movie Leon's are the same. Not that it matters he's a pixel who gives a shit call him 6'5 daddy build for all I care have fun.

[starcrossedreaders]

Authors Note: So I went to a K.flay and Grandson concert last night and came up with a few Leon headcanons if you were to go to a concert with him...so enjoy!

Warnings: None! Mentions of the warped tour which for those of you that don't know is basically like Coachella but for punk rock. They toured all over America and Canada during the summer. It began in 1995 and ended in 2019

-> Re2! Leon was definitely in the metal/rock/ punk rock scene he surely went to warped tour every time it came into town.

-> Re2! would try to drag you with using every tactic in the book

"Come one loveee. I'll pay for the tickets, food, and even gas." His soft red lips formed a pout.

-> You would eventually cave letting out a big sigh and slight shake of your head.

"Fine. But I choose what we eat."

-> You guys would make a tradition of this till Warped ended

->Any Leon would always prepare. He is the type of believer that if you are on time you're late. Especially if you had a long drive. You best believe you are leaving at least 3 hours early. (even if he tends to be late for most work events.)

"I know love but we have to account for traffic and our food stop on the way."

-> If it's a late concert he will stop at some run-down diner after the concert for food before you go home.

-> If it's an outside venue he will be ready too. Sunscreen, cold water,a jacket, gloves, scarf he will have it.

-> He will bring ear plugs, he does not want his ears to ring for days on end.

-> If you're on the shorter side he will try to push up as close as possible so you can see. Which won't be hard, he buys fast pass every time.

-> From the warped days he stays in the habit to keep you against the guard rail while he cages you in from behind. Always wanting to keep you safe.

-> Before you guys leave he always loves to see and double-check your outfits. He might imply for you to change, but he means well when he does. People can be creeps! He just wants to keep you safe,

"Are you sure your feet won't hurt in those shoes?" "Do your shorts ride up? That might be annoying if you want to dance." "Are you comfortable wearing that?"

-> Moshing is a big no-no if you go to a concert where that happens. It's wayyy too dangerous for you.

-> He will always lean over to kiss your cheek or neck and then check in on you.

"You doing ok?"

-> If you're not he's splitting the crowd and getting you out of there. Stopping by the bar to get you some water.

-> When you guys leave he will have you hook onto his belt loop or keep a vice grip on his hand.

-> He would also wear your bag for you if you get tired of it, he won't care.

"I love you," Leon leaned over your body and kissed your cheek. Turing around you yelled. "WHAT!?" Leon only laughed and shook his head. "I SAID I LOVE YOU!" "OH, I LOVE YOU TOO." You kissed his cheek and continued to dance.

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[lenskyq]

(spoilers about aeon in re4make)

"Leon rejects Ada at the end, Leon is no longer interested in Ada, Aeon R.I.P, etc."

actually… no.

Leon realizes that hanging the unconscious Ada is Saddler's plan to lure him out. Leon talks about it himself, because it's very obvious.

But what is Leon doing? Excitedly pronounces Ada's name and runs to save her, because he understands what will happen to her if he does not. He voluntarily goes into Saddler's hands to save Ada, because he cannot risk her life and safety. Risking himself for her, knowing what would follow if he don't.

When Ada first saved him and Ashley from Saddler by taking the fight to him, Leon turned around, as if he was thinking that he wanted to be with Ada in this battle. But he can't.

And his look when Ada, having recovered, saves him from Saddler again and stands shoulder to shoulder with Leon? This already says a lot. As well as the fact that they fought together. As a team, as the partners they are. Even six years after Raccoon City.

THIS IS A VERY BIG AND STRONG AEON MOMENT. Officially one of the best they've had in their entire history. How can people not love it?

Leon didn't fly with Ada as she suggested. But that doesn't mean Leon rejected Ada. Flying away with her meant leaving Ashley, and that's just something Leon couldn't do. Similarly, he didn't leaving Helena into RE6. But he knows that they will meet again. Ada is literally talking about it.

Leon rejected Ada so much (he didn't) that she promises that they will meet again. He rejected Ada so much (he didn't) that he looks after her with such a look, unable to turn away until he hears Ashley behind his back.

I think many misunderstood their "goodbye". It sucks because the moment is great.

"Leon asks Ada if she's using him, so he's not interested in her anymore."

That's not how it works. Leon asks her about it precisely because he is interested in her. He wouldn't have asked that question if he didn't care. He's asking because he cares. People use this without thinking about the context of the dialogue.

He asks Ada if she has changed. He thinks about asking the whole trip, but worries until Ada notices his excitement. And all this after Luis' words that people change.

He's damn interested.

(you may not like the phrase "using", but Aeon-fandom figured out back in 2019, after the release of re2make, that the scene with the kiss was a manipulation, after which everything went downhill, and the scene in the sewer was the true moment of their love. It's not like it's playing against Aeon.

so yes, such a question on Leon's part is fully justified. they farewell in re2make quite differently than in re2 original.)

Leon didn't reject Ada. Leon is still interested in Ada. Leon still has feelings for Ada. Leon is still worried about Ada and is willing to risk himself for her. They goodbye much better than in the original.

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Leon S. Kennedy in Resident Evil 2 (2019)

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SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub | "Resident Evil 2" (2019)

[sugucidal]

nahhh honestly. writing on here is both a reward when readers provide feedback and a fuckin pain in the ass when these hating ass bitches flag ur shit 💢💢💢💢 LIKE CMONN ugh. sorry. gotta stop myself from going into a heated rant abt this before its too late BWOFHOSKA

but im so glad the progress on ur nanami fic is going smoothly!! thats the best feeling, when it all goes as planned 🐥 my fic tho? 🚬🐟 *scratches ass* still working on chapter 2 of my neighbor fic! and im running into problems with the flow of a certain scene 😞 i think i might just skip it and write for another scene instead n come back to it later 🔙🔙🔙

AND UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT HOSHI!!! re7: biohazard took resident evil out its grave. and then the remake RLLY rebooted the entire franchise 🧟‍♀️💸🏦🔁 also NEVER feel embarrassed abt loving fe3h that game was A MASTERPIECE 😫 i came into it liking Claude but came out slobbering and suckin on dimitris dick™ he rlly stole my pussy heart 🩷 but also THERES A FE4?? why have i never heard of this ?#;'($;2) TELL ME MORE and dont cockblock those fanarts from me 💢💢 i need to see them (because i said so) 🐥💢

Diviii!! How're you doing today? I'm over here procrastinating on this Nanami fic (dw, I'll get back to it, hehe) and was just wondering what's goin on your end?

Also, gotta ask before I start assuming, but wanna be mooties 😳💌 You seem like a fun and nice person (and a great writer) and would like to get to know ya~

Also also, you like resident evil, too!!? Oh, that makes me like ya even more!!! :D

haiii hoshiii ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ i still been working on my toji fic and lemme tell you, writing aint for the weak 🚬🐟 but i gotta push through 🫷😫🫸 (also tell me abt ur nanami fic hehe) also YES OFC!! i seen you reblog my fic and checked out ur page and the way you write toji just scratches an itch—so ofc i had to follow <33

AND YESSS I LOVE RESIDENT EVIL!!! i fell in love with the franchise back in 2019 when re:2 remake came out. i loved re:7 biohazard too but never rlly got into the franchise until i seen leon and claire 🩰🦢🪷 OH i also saw you like fire emblem and ace attorney!_?')3( i rarely see any writers here who know abt fire emblem so this is rlly exciting hehe

[retrogamerj]

Modern Gaming: Resident Evil 3 Cloud Edition (Nintendo Switch) Review

A new edition of Modern Gaming is up, and we check on the Switch version of Resident Evil 3 Remake just in time for Halloween. There have been many mixed views on the use of cloud gaming regardless of any game platform. All we ever hear are disingenuous comments (mostly due to how snobbish they sound) complaining about the cloud’s limitations. Some do make legit points about Cloud gaming having ways to go while others hide the real intentions for their hate. We will discuss more in the article because whether you like it or not this is the future of the industry. For action oriented genres like Resident Evil relying on an internet connection does work better compared to something akin to an RPG like Eldin Ring. If Plague’s Tale is an indication that an RPG shouldn’t be rendered through a server then perhaps it’s best to save this for games with closed in areas. That is probably the reason Square hasn’t put Final Fantasy VII remake through a server because then the cloud version would’ve been a spectacle mess. ​ As for REmake 3, many of us waited years for Capcom to finally develop them. When the first REmake came out in 2002 on GameCube, we assumed RE2 and RE3 would come later in the Sixth Gen. Instead, Capcom gave us the fourth entry and it was a fantastic change up to the often poor shooting mechanics in prior games. Not only was the series great to progress but RE4 would become a personal favorite for some of us. Despite producing worthy sequels and spins off like Revelations, Capcom for an odd reason stayed clear of the RE2/RE3. Just as we thought they had forgotten after REVII went the FPS route to reinvent, they announced RE2 in 2019 being remade. Of course, the sequel followed a year later in 2020 and continues to build on the current formula. It’s obvious there were no plans to bring this to Switch due to lacking tech that the PS5 and Xbox One had. Then a cloud version was announced two years later to get around the Switch’s limited tech without sacrificing visual standards. Unless you want a downgraded port akin to Mortal Kombat 1 (2023) if Capcom brought this natively over then that is the results waiting. It’s obvious Capcom will bring digital ports over when the Switch 2 gets released years after the launch.   Resident Evil 3 Cloud (Nintendo Switch) Review

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Well ladies and gentlemen, Halloween has arrived once again!

To celebrate, I want to introduce you all to a character of mine that I've been working on for actual years at this point (and am STILL kinda working on lol)

Say hello to:

The Phantom Maniac

THIS guy was a character that I created all the way back in late 2019 that was originally inspired by The Drill Killer from Power Drill Massacre. (He was basically a ghost version of The Driller back then) However throughout the years I have fleshed him out and have inspired him more off of other things like RE2's 'Mr. X', Jason Voorhees, various cryptids of the U.S. and just general slasher and zombie films of the 70s/80s.

I created him when I wanted to create my own game based of off PDM, a friend of mine offered to help me out a lot with the project and it flourished into something more original.

I showed him off a lot back when I still had a Twitter account (some of you following may recognize him from there ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), he was still a W.I.P. back then but now I feel like he's a bit more refined and I feel a lot happier sharing stuff about him now!

With that being said, I hope you guys like the moldy green giant boi and I hope you all have a Happy Halloween!

Just in case, here's what all the text says on the image:

THE PHANTOM MANIAC

AKA The Woodland Walker, The Mold Behemoth or simply The Maniac

Age (Before death): UNKNOWN

Date of Death: Around the 1970s

Height and Weight: 7'0", 295 pounds

Weapon of choice: A worn Kukri Machete

(Will occasionally use Wood Axes)

An undead serial killer brought back to the mortal realm after making a deal with The Devil

Mainly stalks within heavily wooded forests located in the West and North-West region of the US

Though not known for speed, he is somehow able to travel great distances in very short amounts of time

Has supposedly been responsible for over 20 missing persons cases dated in the 1980s to 90s

Those that live near places that he's been know to lurk have reported decreased wild life populations, vandalized property and haunting noises rarely heard during the night