#residentevil headcanons

[nightmarexdove]

SA victim! Reader × RE8 Chris redfield

Note: Made this honestly for myself, been struggling allot emotionally and mentally and I really just needed to write something to give me comfort. I decided to share this in hopes of giving others struggling with similar situations a comfort as well! :') I do want to apologize if this writing comes off as rude or ignorant in any kind of way, I've mainly used my own experiences to tailor this together but I've tried to use universal language to make it feel more personal to the reader. I hope you guys enjoy 💞

The day you opened up to him about your assault or rape was when you were having a particularly bad day in your head, you were having flashbacks of that very moment that ruined you for the rest of your life. Your depression, anger and confusion hit you like a train. You didn't want to be around anyone, not even the man who was trying so hard that day to get you to open up about what was getting you so down. But for whatever the reason maybe, you just couldn't. He worked during what felt like, every damn day of the week, he had enough on his plate. Plus, fear and apprehension was keeping you radio silent the longest. What if he just rolled his eyes, laughed and didn't believe you? Then what? Your relationship wouldn't be the same or just wouldnt exist anymore at all so you thought anyways. Chris would leave you in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

"Baby no- I'm sorry, I can for a fact guarantee you are talking out your ass right now. It's written all over your face."

You could imagine him, you could imagine him saying those very words and right there and then everything you've built with him over the years would fall apart in mere seconds.

I could imagine that in reality, he'd be always ready to talk no matter what or how he's feeling. Because right now, he could matter less. trying to offer you comfort in the forms of snacks, blankets hugs and kisses.

What alarmed him was when you'd force yourself out of his embrace, when you'd stay away from the comforts that you may have typically enjoyed.

He'd be worried sick alright, calling Claire for advice on how he could better help you and maybe get a idea of what your silent struggles where about lately.

You'd sit with him after a few days, and he'd listen face to face with you ears eyes and thoughts all devoted to you, his angel.

"Oh hun...I'm so so sorry, I should have been less pushy. I'm so sorry."

He'd whisper in a quiet, softer voice. Letting you throw yourself at him for a tight hug, all he could feel was- hurt. He felt hurt seeing you hurt, especially THIS hurt. He may not be able to fully understand your pain, but he empathizes and wants nothing more than to take care of you in any way he could.

You want a bubble bath? Say less, your his number one priority.

Takeout from your favorite place, he's getting something from there too.

Or if you just want to vent about it, if you just need his undying attention then so be it.

He'd listen to you all day, keeping you wrapped in his enormous arms safe against his chest and safe in the four walls of your shared space.

"You are so so strong sweetheart, so brave and stronger than you think. I'd say, your stronger than me and my men, your safe here and I'll make sure it stays like that. If you ever need to talk, you know you'll have me, whatever you need."

He'd reassure you in that warm voice of his, like honey his words fell from his lips if you needed to cry or already crying, He'd keep you held close against him, letting you get everything out.

If you needed sometime in therapy, Chris would search for the best place money could buy. He wanted you to feel well, to feel cared and loved and thought about.

I could imagine him to be a VERY patient man, if you were having a flashback that day or just very upset and angry he'd understand and let you express your needs. Weather through writing them down gesturing, or just out right telling him. He'll let you decide and be right with you to support your health and mind.

If there were certain things that especially reminded you of the time, Chris would ask you to either tell him or write it down so that way he'll know to not bring it up or bring a said object near you just to give an example.

If you liked to draw, paint or bake or just chill and watch movies. He'd definetly do these activities with you whenever he's available, he'd definitely check in with you more than previously either texting calling or just asking in person. He knows this is a very delicate moment and time for you, so he'll keep tabs on you 24/7.

When he's away and on duty for work, I can imagine him going to Leon and asking if he could find for him any Intel on your abuser. And during his time away from home, he'd make it his personal mission to find and take care of the waste of air who hurt his precious sunshine.

[peculiarbluerose]

RE4 Leon Kennedy - Random Headcanons

(This is for the 4th game, not the 2nd)

TW: Mentions of alcoholism

• Leon, despite being of Italian descent, does not do the hand gesture we all joke about with Italians

• He also is a mediocre cook. Actually, he probably doesn't cook at all, just lives off of sandwiches

• He has nightmares, and a lot of them. A PTSD thing.

• Speaking of PTSD, after what happened with Raccoon City in RE2, and then later down the line, what happened with Spain (RE4, obviously), he definitely has it.

• He also likely has some form of depression, but I can get into that in another post

• He'd be the type to show he loves someone through actions, little actions. He would be the type to quietly vacuum the living room if a loved one mentioned their lack of time and motivation to do it themselves. By quietly, I mean he wouldn't say anything about it, he'd just do it.

• He likely nicknames SO's with Spanish nicknames. Not something common, such as "mi amor," since everybody and their mother probably knows what that translates to.

• Instead, he'd call an SO things like "muñequita," "tesoro," and "querido."

• If his SO doesn't know Spanish, he'd probably get that tiny smirk on his face watching you try to figure it out.

• He has scars, and lots of them. There is no way he got through two major traumatic events and didn't get one scar from it.

• He's the type to have been told that men shouldn't cry or some bull like that. Instead, he'll get irritable and completely silent, and his face is a dead giveaway to what he's feeling (despite trying not to show it).

• In secret, away from his loved ones, he does end up breaking down, even when he tries not to. This is almost always away from the public eye, so likely at night when he's lying in bed or if he's in the shower, or just at home in general (if he lives alone).

• As for his alcohol issues, I wouldn't be shocked if that started earlier than Capcom let on

• Since he was volun-told to be an agent, this likely contributed to his alcoholism and depression

• Hero complex to the max; if he can't save one person, he can't save anyone. This ends up being detrimental to his mental health (though his desire to help others in RE2 is quite endearing)

• He probably would get flashbacks to Spain if he heard any form of dog howling, barking, or related audio triggers

• I say audio triggers because he seems like the type to focus on them.

• Due to being an agent, he has very good skill, but also some pretty bad habits that he formed during training

• He knows when someone is flirting, he just doesn't reciprocate- if he responds at all- if he doesn't have any interest in the person.

• He's not as uwu small soft boi as he was in RE2. Have you seen his roundhouses? They're higher than my grades. He will destroy you.

• Speaking of destroying people, he will also be the type to not hesitate to point a weapon at you if he hears anything related to you being or having been on the enemy's side. This is also ingrained into him from training, but he also doesn't want a repeat of what happened with Ada in RC.

• Speaking of Ada, he will show no softness for the people who try to use him to get what they want. He knows what side he's on from the get-go, and will not hesitate to leave you behind (though he may miss you a bit. He definitely will not tell anyone that, though)

• He's down-to-earth. Whether you want him to be blunt or not, he will be blunt. Sometimes, this can cause rifts in his relationships with other people, though. He's calloused compared to your everyday dude.

• He's a rough-around-the-edges type of guy. He may be a rough lover usually, but he will 100% have his soft moments

That's all I got, homies.

[leonkennedyirl]

The Bisexual gays sorry I meant gaze

[alitan99]

Luis Serra Headcannons

-he listens to and is a huge fan of Celine Dion

-in fact he belts out Celine Dion music whenever he’s alone listening to her

-Luis loves food and he will make a day out of traveling to different cities and towns just to try a new food spot

-the kind of guy to do wild dance moves at a traffic light while listening to the radio in his car. The guy in the car next to him stares but Luis doesn’t care.

-is brave of course and would never show it in front of anybody but he’s actually afraid of heights, tight spaces and the dark.

-loves to talk about microbiology with anyone that will listen. Doesn’t recognize when it’s appropriate to stop talking about it lol

-spends a lot of time working but really values his personal time when he gets it and loves to spend it doing things he enjoys.

-loves art and enjoys painting tho he’s not particularly good at it, it makes him happy.

-is actually musically inclined and can play a few instruments including the guitar, piano, ukelele, harmónica and pan flute.

-he can also sing though he’s not particularly fond of his own voice. Others enjoy listening to him.

-though he’s pretty fluent in English, he will sometimes mispronounce a word by accident while talking.

-bisexual and proud.

-Luis definitely believes in self care. His favorite thing to do is take a hot bath after a shower to clean off.

-doesn’t mind shopping for clothes but prefers to have some stuff of his custom made (his jacket)

-was a little chubby when he was a teenager but has since slimmed down.

-enjoys a good cuddle as often as possible

[projectrevolutionff]

Sombras del Ayer — Chelsea IV

Cansada de tanta cháchara, diversión y ser observada por Dennis, decidió tomarse un respiro en el exterior. La noche refrescó gracias a la asistencia de la suave brisa; sintió las manos enfriarsele, la mente exhausta y los bebés inquietos. «De no ser porque estoy embarazada me habría prendido un cigarrillo. Dios, que gran momento para algo de nicotina.» Viajar por su inestable adolescencia, recordar ciertos momentos bastante desagradables… Aún peor fue la fotografía de su graduación. Dos semanas antes se practicó un aborto y dos semanas después Dennis se fue al ejército. ¿Por qué su cabeza no dejaba de darle vueltas a aquello? Se encontró a sí misma rumiando en el recuerdo, pese a haber salido de toda esa situación y vivir una vida apetecible. «Quizá porque me recuerda a las sensaciones y emociones, y eso que ya no soy la misma.» Transformó su dolor en acción, en nuevas oportunidades y cruzó el puente. Se convirtió en una mujer con experiencia y resiliencia. No una niña o jovencita explotada. Se alejó del bullicio del salón principal dando pasos tranquilos y los brazos cruzados. Inhaló la fragancia ambiental, observando que los empleados del lugar removieron casi la totalidad de los arreglos de la recepción. Descendió los escalones suavemente, sujetando el barandal y una mano en el bajo vientre. ¿Por qué tiraba tanto? Oyó la fuente del segundo nivel, y admiró las tranquilas aguas. Optó por tomar asiento en la tercera terraza, la que daba directamente al verde césped del inmenso campo de golf. Divisó en la distancia los hoyos, árboles al igual que las trampas para las pelotas. Encontró un banco de madera disponible y lanzó un sonoro suspiro. Práctico algunos ejercicios de respiración para calmar los tensos músculos, ceño fruncido, pensando en el viaje al extranjero. «Lo único que me falta es tener que atrasar nuestra mudanza. Porfa hijitos déjenme llegar al puto Reino Unido.» Rezó porque no fuese nada grave. Se mantuvo en silencio varios minutos, saboreando el fresco contra la piel y jugueteando con sus bebés. A veces movía su estómago a propósito para sobresaltarlos, o palmeaba un poco más fuerte y sentirlos moverse. Todo iba bastante tranquilo hasta que percibió pasos rápidos acercarse. Resignó el abandonar el momento de calma ante la visita de un extraño. —¿Chels? —oyó una pincelada de desesperación en la voz, pero lo que más le impactó fue oír el timbre—. ¡Chelsea! ¿Dónde estás? «Me cago en mi madre y en mi padre… es lo único que me faltaba.» Dennis. Lo vio descender hacia su posición con rostro desencajado. Se quedó quieto al encontrarla, volviendo lentamente el cuerpo hacia ella. —¿Qué tal lo llevas, campeón? —soltó irónica. Él se acercó y su perfume masculino se perdió en la peste alcohólica—. ¡Vaya! Hueles… a bar. Una repulsión la asaltó. Gracias a sus ocho años de sobriedad desarrolló un instintivo asco al olor de alguien borracho. —Lo intento lo mejor que puedo, pero la verdad es que…

Se sentó torpemente a su lado. Ella se apartó discretamente hacia el extremo opuesto. «Igual al marzo de ese año…» Su estómago se revolvió al tenerlo tan cerca. Le recordó cuando ambos dieron un salto equivocado. —Bueno, es difícil y lo comprendo. Las bodas nunca son fáciles, es mucho estrés para un par de horas. —Y que lo digas… ¿Sabes? Necesito decirte algo. —Soy todo oídos. Lo vio titubear. Dennis solamente titubeó cuando era algo serio, de ese tipo de cosas que la otra persona quizá no quiera escuchar. Oh, no. ¿Y ahora? «¡Trágame tierra y no me devuelvas!» El rubio se encogió, colocando sus codos contra las rodillas. Se mordió los labios un par de veces para luego toser. —Chels, pasó mucho tiempo desde que no nos sentamos a hablar seriamente de las cosas, ¿no te parece? Ella asintió con cautela. Su tono casi susurrante le erizó la piel. —Bueno, estuviste un poco ocupado con los preparativos y los invitados, ¿no? Es normal, nosotros cuando planeamos… —¡No! —La corto repentinamente, con una pasión inusitada—. No, por favor no menciones eso ni… —¿Eh? ¿Qué carajos te pasa? —No lo menciones más, parece que hablas como de un culto y no como una persona independiente. ¿Un culto? ¿Qué mosca le picó? —¿Ethan? —balbuceó, el verlo asentir se indignó—. ¿Y ahora que tienes contra él? —Yo… No me cae bien, no lo soporto. Parece como si fuese una especie de Jesús para ti. Se levantó. Su acompañante le siguió, tomándola del brazo para obligarla a voltear. Chelsea se zafó de su agarre y le dirigió una mirada cargada de desprecio. —¿Cómo te atreves a decir una cosa así de mi marido? ¿Quién te crees que eres? ¡Ethan no es ni por asomo lo que tú crees que es, carajo! ¡Es mucho más hombre de lo que tú vas a ser en tu puta vida! Dennis intentó acercarse una vez más, pero ella retrocedió con la mano en alto. Un paso más y le plantaría un buen bofetón. —¿Es que no lo ves? Tiene aires de suficiencia, se cree mejor que cualquiera. Me da miedo que sea así contigo o con cualquiera, no te merece en lo más mínimo. Al borde de salirse de sus cabales lo enfrentó luego de darle un fuerte empujón. El rubio retrocedió un paso hasta posicionarse fuerte. —¿Porque tú sí, Dennis? ¿En serio? ¿El mismo hijo de puta que me dejó tirada a los dieciocho porque no tenía huevos para quedarse? ¿Te crees que todos son como tú o como Joe? —Si, y me odio desde ese momento. Te rechacé para callar lo que tenía dentro y porque me moría de miedo de… «¿Qué carajos está diciendo?» —¿Miedo? ¿De qué mierda tenías miedo? Su garganta ardió al gritar. Él la miró con ojos transparentes; ella no logró reprimir un escalofrío. —De haberme enamorado de ti. —El corazón le dio un vuelco; ahogó sus palabras, completamente pasmada—. De eso. No quería aceptar que sentía cosas… que siento mucho más por ti de lo que crees. De lo que debería alguien que se acaba de casar. —No lo digas, por favor… —Lo siento, Chels, pero estoy enamorado de ti desde entonces. La aludida se masajeó las sienes en un desesperado intento por encontrar lógica al suceso. Retrocedió unos pasos y desvió la vista escaleras arriba, al cielo y a las estrellas. —Yo no puedo creer la sarta de estupideces que dices, realmente no puedo —espetó violenta—. ¿Cómo te atreves a decirme algo así aquí y ahora? ¿Cuándo hace tres horas que te casaste con Kelly? ¿Es en serio? —Mucho muy, perdona —murmuró ronco de la emoción—. Realmente me asusté de quererte, eras demasiado frágil para alguien como yo… ¡Diablos! Hice todo para alejarte y para que mis sentimientos no siguiesen su camino, pero el corazón quiere lo que quiere. —¿Qué mierda pretendes lograr con esto, Dennis? Explícame de una puta vez o me va a estallar la cabeza. —Sintió el latir de las venas del cuello, ardor por la bilis en la garganta—. ¿Después de todo lo que me dijiste hace unos años? —Estaba celoso a muerte de tu novio y de tu bebé, herido porque sabía que él podría quedarse para siempre contigo y yo perderte. —Desvió el rostro, apretando las manos en puños—. No podía soportar esa idea, me comía la cabeza que él te tuviera y yo no.

—¿Tenerme? ¿Te crees que soy un juguete? —No, yo… —No sigas, te lo pido por favor. No me obligues a ahorcarte aquí mismo —amenazó, con el dedo índice elevado—. Déjame a mí y a mi familia en paz. Lo nuestro se terminó el día en que te despediste para ir a jugar a los putos soldaditos. Emprendió la vuelta mas fue detenida por él; la retuvo suavemente del brazo y le dio vuelta, obligándola a encararlo. —Debí decirlo antes, lo admito, pero tú siempre dices que es mejor tarde que nunca, ¿no? —¡Suéltame! ¡Déjame ir! Una voz femenina llamó a su amiga desde la parte más alta del complejo. Dennis observó en dirección a la voz y finalmente dijo: —Mejor tarde que nunca… La besó. La mujer sintió el contacto de sus labios contra los suyos al tiempo en que golpeó su pecho con puños. La diferencia de altura, el agarre y su estado hizo difícil el zafarse. De no ser por el grito femenino, no se habría librado.

Él se separó como si su cuerpo quemara, ojos hacia la figura de piel morena y cabellos negros. Delaney bajó rápidamente las escaleras, interpuso su cuerpo entre los dos para luego preguntar a su amiga si estaba bien. El rostro alargado de la chica presentó una fuerte contorsión ante la impresión. Chelsea no supo que responder más que soltar insultos, sonidos de asco y finalmente encarar al individuo masculino. Lo abofeteó tan fuerte como pudo. Dela la frenó cuando quiso darle un segundo golpe, a puño. Dennis quedó de pie sujetando su rostro con la zurda para luego volver los ojos. —Hijo de mil putas, me cago en Dios y en tu puta vida. No vuelvas a dirigirme la puta palabra en tu miserable vida —lanzó un gruñido después de cerrar las manos en puños—. ¿Puedes darte una idea de lo que acabas de hacer o te lo dibujo? ¿A una mujer casada? » Yo no soy como tú, no engaño a quienes más me quieren porque no puedo aceptar que soy un maldito tiro al aire. —Envalentonada se posicionó frente a él—. Me da lástima Kelly, casándose con un gusano como tú. Mucha suerte en la vida, la vas a necesitar. Dennis meneó suavemente la cabeza. El alcohol le otorgó un brillo especial en los ojos. Vio tristeza, resignación y complaciencia detrás de ellos. Masculló “maldito infeliz” y se acercó a su amiga; Dela pasó un brazo por sus hombros mientras la condujo hacia los escalones. La descendiente mexicana dirigió un insulto a muchacho, luego emprendió la subida. Involuntariamente tembló hasta llegar a metros de la puerta; dentro, los asistentes sentados charlaban animadamente. Delaney se percató su deplorable estado, abrazándola momentáneamente para luego dirigirle palabras de aliento. Acarició sus mejillas, echó algunos mechones de cabello detrás de su oreja y otro abrazo, aún más largo que el primero. Ninguna de las dos mencionó lo que sucedió. Clavó sus orbes avellanados en los oscuros ojos de su mejor amiga, trató por todos los cielos de que no le temblase la voz. —Dela, no digas nada ni a Ethan ni a nadie. —La vergüenza la cubrió como un oscuro manto; se sintió sucia e infiel—. Ni una puta palabra de lo que pasó. —Mi reina, yo solo fui a buscarte porque tardabas mucho. Eso es todo. Ingresaron al fiestón. Risas, copas chocando y ruido de cubiertos chocando llegaron a sus oídos. Enfilaron hacia sus asientos. Su esposo la vio y no logró ocultar su preocupación. Fue peor al verla tan descompuesta. Chelsea no pudo evitarlo. —Cambia un poco la cara, parece que mataron a alguien frente tuyo. —¡No puedo! —susurró, recibió un apretón en su hombro izquierdo—. Ni siquiera a los ojos puedo verlo. —Chels, mi reina, tú no le hiciste nada. Cálmate y dile que se irán más temprano. Agotada, se desplomó sobre la silla. El resto la miró con sorpresa. Ethan aguardó unos segundos para que recuperase la compostura; Chelsea lo contempló con ojos vidriosos. Las luces cambiaron para las copas de champaña y las palabras a los novios. Dennis ingresó, siendo recibido por vitoreos de sus amigos del ejército. —¿Estás bien? —preguntó cauto—. ¿Qué sucedió ahí fuera? —Vámonos a casa —dijo por fin, voz acongojada—. Vámonos en este instante. Un fuerte tirón en su abdomen casi que la dobló en dos. Se sujetó la enorme tripa con ambas manos e intentó mantener la compostura. Su marido se demostró sumamente preocupado, sujetando también su vientre con la zurda biónica. —Primero tomaremos algo de aire, un poco de agua y nos serenaremos, ¿de acuerdo? No puedes ir a ningún lado en ese estado. —No, quiero irme ya. Ethan elevó la vista más allá de las mesas linderas, a la pareja de recién casados que se sentó tranquilamente en la mesa principal. Sus ojos verdosos se cruzaron con los azulados unos instantes; el duelo acabó cuando un cuate del ejército jugó a probar el micrófono. La rabia fluyó en el interior masculino. Ese malnacido le hizo algo a su esposa y no le quedarían dientes para comer el postre. —Termina este segmento y nos largamos, cielo. Bebe un poco de agua. Al final su presentimiento no le mintió. Fue un rotundo error presentarse a la boda.

[haferflake]

*-* What I write *-*

Hihi~ So first of all! Im Ilie. Im an 18 year old form germany. (So im already sorry for any kind of spelling mistakes or grammatic errors!) ------

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So what I will write to 100%:

-Angst -Fluff -Headcanons -Smut Headcanons -Male Reader -Female Reader -Gender Neutral Reader (will be my default if i dont get any specific gender requests)

Maybe I will write:

-Smut

I wont write:

-Rape -Incest -Knife, Vomit, Piss Kink -Beastiality -Pedophilia

Fandoms I write for: -Genshin Impact -Valorant -Hogwarts Legacy -Harry Potter -Attack on Titan -Resident Evil -Overwatch 2 -Dead by Daylight

[emmy024]

Just a little and ✨fun✨ render I made a few days (maybe a week) ago. I can’t remember, all I can think of is that I’m behind lectures, texts and classes just two weeks after starting a new quarter 🥴

[breezy141]

───── ❝ breezys masterlist ❞ ─────

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★ simon ‘ghost’ riley ~ call of duty

similarly stories {part one} {part two}

babbling

★ james marriott

inspired

not like the rest

opening up

★ caseoh

chat

jealousy, jealousy

sfw & nsfw headcanon

discord clips

★ aaron taylor johnson

thats so cool - kickass

★ dr. mike

the evening

★ pedro pascal

never have i ever

anxiety

all yours baby

my clothes

insta

number 1. fan

idiots in denial

catching feelings {part one} {part two}

heart of glass

★ leon s. kennedy ~ residentevil

unfair

boss

★ bella ramsey

photoshoots are better with you

don’t you worry

★ abby anderson ~ thelastofus

the blues

i wanna be your girlfriend

women

moonlight

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

more to come ~

[theyanderespecialist]

Fixing His Darling (Headcanons) Yandere Heisenberg X Handicap Reader (Resident Evil Village)

#Yandere #YandereHeisenberg #YandereResidentEvil8 #YandereResidentEvilVillage #YandereHeadcanons #Headcanons #ResidentEvilVillage #ResidentEvil8 #ResidentEvil #Heisenberg #KarlHeisenberg #HeisebergXReader #Reader #HandicapReader 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! This request is almost a year old, if not older! It is one of many I am going to try and catch up on. This one is Yandere Karl Heisenberg X Reader with Prosetitics. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Karl Heisenberg is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine. Just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, Heisenberg is not the best person either.)

[Again, enjoy this!]

-Yandere Hedacanons with Heisenberg X Handicap (Lost Limb) Reader-

.He did not leave his factory often, if ever.

.The first time in a long time, he met you. A Beautiful person who was tinkering with a piece of crap.

.He learned that piece of crap was your right leg.

.You lost it to one of his lycans.

.Which of course he was not going to tell you.

.He was smitten with you right away talking about how to improve your leg.

.He got your name and went back home.

.But of course, he could not get you out of his head.

.You were all he dreamt about for days.

.You distracted him so much that he could not even work at this point.

.He quickly becomes obsessed with you and begins to stalk you.

.He notices how others treat you and he hates it.

.You were a delicate little thing that needs to be protected and he was going to be the one to protect you.

.He offers you a job that you did not turn down.

.Cleaning his home.

.He will keep you close, only letting you out of the factory with him.

.BUT YOU ARE TO NEVER GO DOWN TO THE WORKSHOP

.He has a soft spot for you and is very protective

.No one was going to hurt you on his watch

.His yandere side shows how controlling he is of you.

.Where you go, who you talk to, anything and everything. He has to know it to make sure you are safe.

.He also would be secretly working on upgrades for you.

.Testing them out on poor villagers who ended up in the factory.

.Evetuanlly he will knock you out and make the upgrades.

.A New limb built into your very flesh.

.He also loves that he has full control over it.

.So he can stop you from leaving him.

.If you misbehave he is not afraid to lock it up and keep you in bed.

.He would deal with rivals by turning them into test subjects.

.Or sending them down to play with Strum.

.Where they would not last long not at all.

.He would confess to you, and no he does not care if you say no.

.You are his you are to stay in his factory and be his sweet little Spouse.

.That is until he defeats Mother Miranda and makes you his majesty and co-ruler.

.You are his conquest in the end. You better just get used to it!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Finally got another chapter done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[liaswritesrobots]

realized I can finally move all of my fics and headcanons over to Pillowfort now too since I recently got a laptop! I'm @ ResidentEvil on there if you have a Pillowfort too!

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🥀Wesker with goth! s/o headcanons🥀

Note: These are just some personal headcanons of mine, apologies if anything is out of character </3

♡ I feel like Wesker would be intrigued by the very dark and elegant way you dressed and presented yourself, I feel like he'd definetly find a kick out of matching outfits with you. Weather you be into trad goth, mall goth, Gothic lolita- he'd eye every detail of your makeup, accessories and articles of clothing when you wouldn't notice and use those details in his own outfits

♡If he was to be working, weather in his office or his lab- I think if you were to play your favorite bands/artists he'd enjoy it, especially bands like the smiths, siouxie and the Banshees and twin tribes. Who knows? Maybe if you liked to dance to your music, he'd join you! Maybe you can teach that old man a thing or two

♡Of course first meeting you, he'd keep his distance. Tho the way you presented yourself in those elaborate patterns and chain belts and spikey chokers and exaggerated style of hair and makeup I think would make him feel at ease, finding someone with a similar vibe as his own would definetly be easier for both of you to get along. (I mean- cmon. Have you seen his fit in re5?)

♡Wesker at some point I think would grow to think of you as a important figure in his day to day life, your interests would soon become his own I think. If you liked to read horror books, or dark poetry he'd dive into that genre as well; same with movies if you liked horror/old slasher films- He'd find time out of his busy schedule to watch one with you out of his own genuine interest.

♡He'd definetly find it adorable seeing you wear platform boots, if you were short; He'd find it almost adorable seeing you a good couple inches taller but still not necessarily his height. And if you were already tall; he'd admire the way in which you towered him with confidence, and if you weren't necessarily the most confident individual and more timid- he'd always shower you in quiet whispers of admiration decorating your neck in little kisses if that's something you would like.

♡Besides "dearheart" I definetly see wesker nicknaming you his "darling rose" "baby bat" "little reaper" <3

♡ another headcanon I have is wesker would definetly (but of course with hesitance) let you decorate your shared bedroom with him in whatever decor you like, if you wanted everything crimson red and black. Then crimson red and black it shall be, if you wanted creepy old Renaissance art plastered everywhere or band posters hanging on the walls; He will not bat an eye or say a word. Instead giving you his platinum credit card and let you go wild however you wished, he will deal with whatever debt comes his way if it meant you feeling comfortable and seeing that big smile on your face.

Same thing goes with clothing, you see a nice dress/suit? You'll have it in a handful of days. Want insanely expensive nails that look like claws? No need to ask him twice because he's personally choosing and taking you to the best nail salon money can buy.

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Bri has a cushy desk job in the Paris branch office of Umbrella Europe, a subsidiary of the Umbrella Corporation. 

Her job title is a (mid-level) funding manager. She handles the funding portfolios and monitors the performance of the three Paris labs.

Quarterly, she visits the labs to oversee compliance with funding requirements and reporting standards. 

One lab, Lab 6, is carrying on the Nemesis Project. Her job gives her clearance into Umbrella Corporation’s ongoing bio weapons research.

In true Landry fashion, her family holds many positions within Umbrella Corp’s ranks. Her grandfather, William Landry, was a childhood friend and lifelong confidant of Oswell E. Spencer, one of the founders of Umbrella Corporation. William was CFO of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals until he passed away in the early 1990s. His son, Henry Landry (Brianne’s father) would fill the role after.

Her father did have a role in securing Brianne this specific job handling the Nemesis Project funds. Considering the importance and secrecy of the research, the company felt confident in one of their own being connected.

Brianne prefers to stay aloof from the research and experiments the corporation conducts, but it becomes harder with time. She often thinks of retiring after the Nemesis Project is complete and its funding portfolio is closed. Company (and family( pressure to keep on is too high right now.

Very few women are high up in the 1990s corporate world (she's no director here), but that's alright because her position helps her prioritize her role as a mother to her twin boys. In this verse, she's married to the wonderful Santiago ( @badtrigger ) and they are raising the twins. :’)

An 8 to 4 worker, she’s always clocking out exactly at 4pm to pick her boys up from after-school activities (with her hubby) and then spending family time together. She prefers not to travel with her job and will only do so when her husband is off-season from his commercial fishing job.

She's a full-time working mom trying her best to achieve that work/life balance. She really has it all in this verse.

The Landry-Moncada's live in a nice suburb outside the city and have a holiday home in Nice on the Mediterranean coast where they spend their off time.

just fyi, this is more so centered around the RE 2/3 era.

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Oooh absolutely my dear! These will be headcanons for a cuddly day with Karl! I hope you enjoy!!!

Karl Heisenberg Cuddle! Headcanons!

He'll never say it but he loves to cuddle

It's close and warm

He's never had good touches so cuddles and snuggles are like gold to him

His so called family was never kind to him and so these days where the two of you don't have anything to do are his favorite

He used to hold himself up in his workshop finding anything to do

But now he doesn't want anything

Just you

He wants to hold you close to his chest to feel that warmth of his lover in his arms

Sometimes the two of you stay in bed all day just holding each other

cuddling is his destress time so he tries to get it as much as possible

He also loves to feel/hear your heartbeat

It's an anxiety reliever for him

But he'll never fess up to having anxiety or even panic attacks

That's okay though

You're with him through thick and thin

It's never a hard feat to calm him through cuddles though

Every now and again when he decides he wants to do nothing but cuddle he'll search the factory until he finds you

And when he does he picks you up and carries you to bed

What's that? you have things to do?

Nah

It can wait

Pet his hair

He loves it so much

Sometimes you could swear he starts falling asleep as soon as you touch him

And if you have nails

Oh goodness the nails

He loves it when you scratch his scalp and back

when the two of you lay down to cuddle most the time he's shirtless and you ofc take advantage of the back scratchy times

You're one of the only people he'll let see him without a shirt so cherish that

Long story short he needs love and affection and cuddles to the max

He can't even sleep right without you in his arms

He's down bad and he's okay with it

He loves those quiet moments after you share a goodnight and doze off in each others arms

They're some of his favorites

WELP that's all for this one but if you want more cuddly heisenberg things let me know PLEASE my brain is actually full of this stuff i just want to share the love BUT as always have an amazing day/evening/night and thank you for reading i hope you enjoyed! Make sure to drink some water today and eat a whole meal! And if you enjoyed share some love and if you have any ideas or questions you can AMA!!!!

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Sombras del Ayer - Dennis II

Los votos fueron expresados; las caricias a modo de consuelo fueron hechas. ¿Estaba a salvo ya? Su estómago revuelto como un tormentoso mar; sus manos gélidas, iguales a un témpano de hielo. ¿Cuándo terminaría todo? Mordió su lengua con firmeza hasta que el malestar en su cuerpo se redirigió a la boca. Observó de reojo a sus padres y su hermano, acompañado por su cuñada quien mecía suavemente a su sobrino más pequeño. Su madre lloraba, su padre luchaba por contener la emoción; Devin parecía feliz de ver a su hermano menor convertirse en un hombre. Todos felices y contentos: lo que siempre quiso. Detrás de ellos sus tíos, sus abuelos y sus primos; todos admiraron la bella pareja. Dos jóvenes en la curva ascendente de su vida; “enamorados” hasta las pestañas y deseando finalmente poder llamarse “marido y mujer”. Necesitó un respiro antes de dar sus votos. Mientras su pareja recitó entre lágrimas, giró la mirada por unos segundos. Encontró su amiga acariciando su estómago. La imagen quedó grabada a fuego en su mente. ¡Que belleza despampanante! Quiso correr a abrazarla, mencionarle todos los cumplidos del universo y llevársela al fin del mundo. Lo unico que le quitó la ensoñación fue ver al marido de la mujer. «Ethan, maldito tipo suertudo. ¿No quieres robarme el lugar por dos segundos? Siempre fuiste bueno con la zalamería, por eso Chelsea te escogió.» Ella ya no era suya. Nunca lo fue. La dejó ir como un imbécil inmaduro. El mismo la abandonó cuando más lo necesitó; quien le espetó las palabras más hirientes del universo solo porque se sintió dolido por sus acciones. Por sus hijos. Por su elección de vida. Porque escogió a alguien diez años mayor que sí sabía ser un caballero. Su casi esposa finalizó las dulces palabras al borde del llanto. Apretó sus cálidas manos con fingida dulzura. Se percató que no recordaba ni una sola, menos mal que contrataron a un gran fotógrafo y equipo de vídeo. —Lo hiciste bien, cielo —murmuró cómplice—. Gracias, te amo. Tocó su turno; su mente funcionó en piloto automático. Al finalizar, vio que la novia lució aún más conmovida. Celebró su éxito por pocos segundos hasta que no le quedó más alternativa que proseguir. El Pastor prosiguió con palabras solemnes hasta que mencionó el “hablar en ese instante o callar para siempre”. ¿Quién se animaría a interrumpir su matrimonio? ¿Su farsa? ¿Podría ser él quien diera marcha atrás y pidiese detenerlo? ¿Acaso Chelsea llamaría la atención y pediría que no siguieran? «Vamos C, hazlo. Confiesa que tienes ojos para mí y vives una farsa como yo». Nada. Chelsea no habló, no se levantó. ¿Por qué lo haría? Ella amaba al otro tipo. Él tampoco tuvo los cojones suficientes para detener todo, evitando lastimar aún más la confianza y orgullo de Kelly «Cobarde, cretino y también hijo de puta. Eso soy» —Y en este silencio podemos encontrar la paz y la seguridad de este amor que hoy se consagra. —Contuvo el aliento; sus rodillas temblaron—. Sin más dilación, los declaro marido y mujer. Puede besar a la novia. Así lo hizo. Procuró poner empeño para lucir extasiado, romántico y casi desesperado por sellar su unión. Convincente para los ojos curiosos e igual que su esposa. El silencio del ambiente se cortó para dar paso a los vítores y aplausos de los presentes; explotó el confeti plateado a los costados, envolviéndolos en una lluvia de espejitos frágiles y livianos. Kelly miró hacia arriba, colmada de felicidad a un cielo sin nubes. La boda soñada para ella, la pesadilla perfecta para él. —¡Lo hicimos, Dex! ¡Lo hicimos! —¡Si! —exclamó—. ¡Al fin terminó! Caminaron de la mano por el pasillo cubierto de pétalos rojos; al pasar por entre los invitados vio rostros exultantes, felices por otra exitosa unión. Buscó el rostro de su amiga, quien aplaudió con calma y una sonrisa burlona, ojos analíticos. Pudo haber engañado a doscientos cuarenta y nueve invitados, pero al número doscientos cincuenta no. Un escalofrío recorrió su cuerpo al dejarla detrás.