#residen evil oc

[runawayonryo]

Cosplaying my OC jasmine Crawford

Istg any fat jokes I'll get mad lol

[teaaagan]

Text

Y/N, texting Alcina: *sends a voice message*

Alcina, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?

Y/N: No, don’t worry, just listen later.

*later*

Alcina: *presses play*

Y/N's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

[sireniana]

A Gift of a Better Kind- Part Ten

The lake, or reservoir or "big ol' body of water undoubtedly containing at least one fish monster" was beautiful.

The mountains sat in its depths, as stately and imposing as usual, although slightly more rippley. Sunshine and algae collaborated to transform it into an emerald of marvelous hue, rippling from the wind, which was blowing particularly strong across the deep green surface.

Only a few shades darker than my dress.

So last night was real. Strange. It felt both like a dream and an avalanche in my mind. But there was no helping it, I was stuck with a very…. intriguing man.

Man. Since when did I call him that? He was hardly-

"G-good morning." Came the tentative croak from behind me. Speak of the devil.

"Hello." I smiled, pulling on my blindfold, "Did you end up getting any sleep last night?"

"Not really, b-but it doesn't matter. Did you?" He asked anxiously.

I considered the question. The night nothing more than a grey blur of dragons and victories.

"I don't really know." I replied after a second.

He moaned, then: "I'm so sorry, I'm such a brute for keeping you up."

That was the last straw.

"Please, stop. You're not a brute, or a fool, or any other cruel lie you seem to believe about yourself. Do I make myself clear?" I burst, unable to allow the poor man to wallow any longer.

"Yes. O-ok. I won't if you don't like it." Slowly, like the words might be met with a harsh bark of laughter or a slap.

I found myself smiling, slowly, then more broadly until my face split into a wide grin.

"Good. You deserve happiness." I proclaimed stubbornly. No more self-deprecation for him!

A very long period of quiet. I did not turn, only looking out over the glorious, if grave, scenery. I was content, however much I shouldn't be.

"May I…. please… hold your hand again?" Carefully spoken, enunciated with great care, a desperate grab at a semblance of humanity.

"Yes." I said, automatically but without regret.

Cold, slimy and strange. But oddly… not unpleasant, this time. I squeezed gently, hearing a strangled gasp as a result.

"Did I hurt you?" I squawked, pulling my hand away in fear that I'd hurt this new friend of mine.

Instant denial.

"NO- no, you didn't. I...mmmh..not used to.. touch, anymore."

Ah. I probably should have expected that.

I held my palm out, as his hand cautiously crept back in. I relaxed. It was a beautiful morning.

-Pov Swap-

Touch. So simplistic, so complicated. How he had longed for it. Even as pain wracked his detestable carcass, he had dreamed of touch, gentle, kind, soft.

She was all these things and more. So delicate, but strong and stubborn in her kindness. She told him to be kind to himself.

An impossible task. But he would do it, for her. She filled the aching hole in his heart, claiming it as her own, though she would never know. Never.

He would not wish her to know the burden now her own. Such a weight could crush her.

"Why di-did you… wear that dress? Did you make it? Why'd you keep the cloak?"

Questions spilled from leather bound lips like slimy coins.

She merely smiled again, a little tiredly.

"You know, that might be the most words you've said to me yet?"

He considered a response, but her voice broke in, her words were like chocolate or honey, beautiful and as delicious to the ears as the aforementioned delicacies

"Well… I was rather scared the day I went into town for fabric. So, I looked through my keepsake box to… calm me down, I guess. I've kept the cloak as a memento, a reminder that even when life is a burden, someone will help you carry it. So, I found one of my Mother's dress patterns, and voila! A lovely, inconspicuous dress for the Choosing!" She let out a half bitter laugh.

"I shouldn't… have taken you. It was so selfish- it gets so lon-." He cut himself off. Nevermind that. She needed comfort, not additional worries.

Gently, for if he ever hurt her life would cease to be a gift, he ran a finger over her hand, soft skin flowing smoothly beneath his embrace.

So soft. Like flower petals or a bird's wing.

A caged bird.

As if she could read his addled thoughts, Jolie began to sing quietly.

He felt himself relax. Her voice was quiet and husky and-

He knew that song. A low chuckle escaped him, deep and gurgling. She stopped.

Of course, why wouldn't she when it sounded like a dying bullfrog was croaking in ber ear.

Then the beautiful nightingale laughed, herself.

"I figured you'd recognize that song." She smiled, "Considering we just saw the movie."

She remembered! It was only hours ago that they had seen the movie, but she had absorbed it instead of obsessing over her fear of him. Oh, he loved her!

The wind whipped around them then, as if it felt his shock at the sudden realization.

A stray piece of fabric smacked against his arm, shaking him from his reverie. It was blue-grey, rough and oddly familiar….

The wind was particularly strong that day.

♥️

[medicated-for-public-safety]

Tfw you make a Cadou-infected OC to pair with Heisenberg, but Miranda would canonically make them her adopted child and the whole step-siblings thing makes you uncomfortable even though the OC in question never accepts Miranda as a mother but just...ugh...

[jill-galerie-art]

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[runawayonryo]

NEW Jasmine complete appearance model

I haven't posted anything about my RE8 OC in a while, as her story, appearance, status etc. was WIP and unfinished.

Well, her appearance is finished!

welcome to the stage, Lady Jasmine Crawford

Mothered by Dakotah Wagamese and fathered by Dylan Crawford. Her backstory, weaknesses, strengths, abilities and relationships will be posted at a later date <3

Can you guess what her mutated from will be?

I had so much fun designing her, as I myself have close Native American ancestors and do love incorporating parts of my culture in my passion projects.

@vodkafolie @mistressofthedark033

[runawayonryo]

OC x Heisy 3d render

New to 3D rendering, so go light on me lol

Final result:

Before:

[runawayonryo]

RE8 OC Jasmine Pamola Crawford

first off, people saying that it's cultural appropriation for me to incorporate native American ancestry in my OC, I AM indigenous myself thanks to my mother. I understand why one would complain, but i deliberately mentioned it in the last post for a reason.

Anyway here's jasmine and some info dumping <3

Jasmine is a former rebel from Ontario Canada, and ended up in the village thanks to her father (will elaborate later <3). After being experimented on by Miranda, her powers wouldn't flourish and so Miranda declared her a failure and sought out to dispose of her. Within a fit of rage over her fate however, Jasmine involuntarily shifted to her new mutated form, a nine-fingered, clawed, 21ft tall abomination that resembles a hybrid of a banshee and wendigo.

Her mutated form is powerful and most definitely useful to Miranda. She posses superior strength, hearing and reflexes as well as frost immunity alongside with her piercing banshee cry that is loud enough to stun nearly any foe. Her sharp teeth and long claws make it easy for her to dismember prey within seconds, though she does have her weaknesses.

She is completely frost resistant, however is terribly weakened by fire or extreme heat. Temperatures over 26 (78 F) Celsius are extremely weakening to her, whilst temperatures over 35 (95 F)can prove to be fatal if she is exposed to it for too long. Another weakness of hers is her mind. She is quite smart, yes. But that is a blessing and a curse. Alongside her antisocial personality, she's often lost in her own little world, only half aware of her surroundings. She also posses many and strong emotions, making her ripe for emotional manipulation and making her impulsive at best, and reckless at worst.

Fun fact, she was in a band whilst she lived in Canada, she was a guitarist for a band called "Runaway Bride" which she joined in her high school years but disbanded after she supposedly "vanished".

@mistressofthedark033

[teaaagan]

Top or Bottom

Daniela: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. 

Y/N: 

Y/N: I'm gonna tell her. 

Alcina: Don't you dare.

[teaaagan]

Soup

Alcina, answering her phone: Hello?

Y/N: Does the 5 second rule apply to soup?

Y/N: Please hurry.

[teaaagan]

Dirty

Y/N: Talk dirty to me

Alcina: I’m not wearing any underwear because you never put the fucking laundry in the fucking dryer like I’ve asked you too 100 fucking times

Y/N:  >:O

[teaaagan]

Packing peanuts

Alcina: -unpacking a box-

-Alcina puts the box down and turns around-

Y/N: -crunch-

Alcina: DON’T EAT THE PACKING PEANUTS!!

[teaaagan]

McDonalds

Alcina: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds

Y/N: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work?

Alcina: NO-

[teaaagan]

Laundry

Cassandra: Put a finger down, family edition. Put a finger down if your mother told you to restart the dryer because the clothes in the dryer weren’t dry yet and when you turned it on you heard screaming coming from inside of the dryer and you were like, uhm, why is there screaming coming from inside of the dryer? So you turn off the dryer and you open it up to see her wife upside down in the dryer screaming.

Cassandra: -puts a finger down-

Y/N: My trauma isn’t yours to tell!

Alcina: What were you even doing there!!!

[teaaagan]

Espresso

Alcina: I really don't think you should drink any more coffee today.

Y/N: Coffee cures depression.

Alcina: I don't think it works like th-

Y/N: MORE ESPRESSO LESS DEPRESSO

[teaaagan]

Fire

Alcina: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Cassandra: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Y/N, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Alcina: You're a bad influence.

Cassandra: And you don't know your sayings