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residentroam · 8 months

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Because I'm on mobile I'm not able to do this click and drag by @bsaajill properly. So I did what I can at the moment and took a screenshot.

This is shocking and funny to me because Resident Evil 5 is one of my favorite RE games and this looks too much like me playing RE5👍

#resident evil #valenfield #jill valentine #chris redfield #sheva alomar #albert wesker #resident evil 5 #kijuju #bsaa #screenshot

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ultimateanna · 1 year

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Resident Evil - Kijuju

#resident evil #biohazard #horror game #horror #kijuju #ultimate anna

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viruslearnt · 11 months

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somewhere out there in the multiverse — I've got ideas for Annika's r.e5 verse and one day I'll get to write them out properly.

#not that we wanna hand n*tflix this license ever again lmao-#but imagining fake tv shows is fun #anyway. annika is having a timeTM in kijuju #—* ANNIKA FRIES #my edits

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chocobothis · 2 years

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Last Line Game

Tagged by: @aceghosts

Her physical injuries from then had only just healed.

Tagging: @thebisexualmandalorian @thuriweaver @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess @thebubbledragon

Anyone else who wants to do this is welcomed. I just feel comfortable tagging relatively few people 😅

#tagged games #writing #nico bright #this is from my attempt at a different startjng fic for nico #we got to kijuju

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antiibow-a · 8 months

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Anyway, since Kijuju is a coastal city, its claim to fame is its successful fishing industry. Kijujuans know how to get down with the seafood. They are UNDISPUTED champions when it comes to preparing and serving up seafood Okra stew. Like Sheva would plan on her days off to drive a whole 45 minutes to an hour to grab a bowl from her favorite spot in the city. The lady that ran the place pretty much expected to see her nearly every weekend.

#ooc *#fancy tag later #i actually have so many sheva / kijuju headcanons #ive had enough rest to imma be adding that to the doc #i want to talk about the mines as well smsjdj #and the ndipaya people today #we gonna see

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gothghostiie · 3 months

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Consider: Wesker as the owner of a BDSM club who also happens to be the most popular dominant in said club. He started it as a way to lay low after Kijuju but has found he quite likes the power rush of having so many cute subs at his disposal. He also enjoys, though somewhat less, mingling with fellow hard doms. Privately, he also ‘takes care’ of the people who don’t take no for an answer (they become experiment fodder for the secret lab underneath the club.)

And then who should stumble into the club but little old you, someone new to the kink scene but who has a good idea of what they want, and who blinks up at him with adorable eyes? He knows he just has to take you for a ride, preferably up on stage where he can make a spectacle of his newest plaything.

side note: Wesker fucking LOVES being called Master don’t @ me

yesyesyes.

he immediately approaches you, talking to you and asking about you, giving you a drink on the house to help you relax. hes so sweet and caring, showing you around and immediately making you attached.

soon enough you're in his lap, gazing up at him as he watches some people play on stage, he makes sure you also watch. neither you nor him can deny that you're feeling frisky, and he starts whispering into your ear what he wants to do to you, making you blush and squirm - before popping the question, asking if you want to go on stage with him. how could you ever say no to that??

#gothghostiie #ask ghostiie #albert wesker #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #wesker #albert wesker x reader #nsft #wesker x reader

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a-thousand-lives-lost-for-peace · 2 months

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thinking about how post re5 jill has so much trouble when it comes to allowing others to help her and her whole struggle with control after the events of kijuju.

Nowadays she tends to be a lot more guarded and careful with whatever she says - and this also stems to her physically as well, she sleeps away from the other survivors in some corner of the clearing by the fire, or out by the river on some occasions. She tends to be the one to treat her own wounds and not let someone else do it for her, same thing with keeping her spirits up and keeping her strong in the fog.

This relates a lot to her experience in Africa in RE5, because nobody came to look for her until Chris did in RE5, but even that was pretty much an accident, he wasn't initially there for her.

So for three years she was the only one to hold onto her own sanity and her own humanity which had been taken from her due to the P30, she would have spent every night exhausted but unable to sleep, quietly thinking to herself, encouraging herself, thinking about the people she knew and willing herself to stay strong for them.

During the first year, she would have held on so much to that hope and been the only person to help herself, every night would have been spent unable to sleep even when she went through rigorous training every single day until her body got used to the p30, so eventually she just got so exhausted to rhe point she struggled to keep herself awake.

She was the only one who would let herself be treated by, after every training session, and even after she was rescued, she wouldn't really allow anyone to patch her up or try and help her because she got too used to that independance.

Her trust is fragile and shatters so easily, it takes forever to build her trust but it's fragile, it can break in a split second. She never talks about the events of RE5 except to those she trusts the most - if she ever shows you her chest scar, you just might be the person she trusts the most. She's used to being betrayed by people she used to be close to, the next time isn't so difficult.

When it comes to her own sense of control, Jill will *never* listen or even give something the time of day if its phrased like a command or an order, she got too used to it in Africa and hates being reminded of her powerlessness and her lack of control, and she will never let herself get ordered around again. She'll push back, she'll fight, but she won't let herself be controlled.

She needs to choose even the smallest things, she needs to know that she at least *has* the choice, and she isn't being made or directly told to do something without any chance for her own perspective or losing her control to another person.

#resident evil #jill valentine #jill valentine headcanons #jill valentine my beloved #jill valentine analysis #resident evil analysis

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silentcrowsilentravens · 11 months

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Sorry if it's dumb, but could I ask for Sheva, Jill, Tundra, and January meeting the reader when the reader accidentally saves them?

Not dumb <3

Sheva Alomar, Jill Valentine, Emily Berkhoff, and January Van Sant meet the reader when the reader (accidentally) saves them.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: violence, injury, blood.

Masterlists here!

Sheva Alomar

They've everywhere.

You don't know what to do.

You don't know where to go. The entire population of your home city, Kijuju, seems to have been overtaken by something that's making everybody sick and... and bloodthirsty. Everywhere you turn, you find weapons being swung at you or guns pointed your way.

You aren't sure how you've managed to stay alive for this long, all you know is that you need to keep moving because if you don't, they'll catch up to you.

You force your way into a nearby building and start heading upstairs. Roofs seem to be working out for you...

Well, when scary flying creatures aren't occupying the air, anyway.

Click. Click. Click.

"Chris, I'm out of ammo!" Sheva shouts, continuing to steadily put distance between herself and the chainsaw-wielding majini intent on carving her open.

"Me too. These infected won't stop coming!"

"Damn."

Sheva needs to devise a new strategy. Chris is preoccupied with fending off the rest of the majini while she's trying to get this guy's key, but she can't risk getting close enough to take it off him while he's swinging that thing around. She'll lose fingers. Or a limb. Or worse.

Blowing open those barrels wasn't enough to take him out.

A nasty shock from that falling transformer wasn't enough to take him out.

He can't be indestructible, right? Sheva has never met a B.O.W. that she can't take down. And make stay down as well.

Is there something else around her she can use to knock this guy's lights out?

She takes a quick step backward to avoid another swing from the chainsaw, which manages to graze her necklace and sever the cord.

Think, think, think.

There's a loud cracking noise.

Suddenly, a portion of the overhang they're standing under caves in, burying the chainsaw-wielding majini beneath the rubble.

A figure falls alongside all of the material. Sheva instinctively grips the handle of her knife, thinking it's another enemy, but quickly lets go upon realizing it isn't.

"Are you alright?!" she asks, rushing to your side. Upon closer inspection, the question isn't necessary. Your left calf is clearly not straight. You tell her that it hurts.

"Okay, I've got you." Sheva grabs the key, which she can see hanging from a bit of thigh that's sticking out, and pulls one of your arms across her shoulders so that she can help you stand. "Chris, I have an injured civilian over here!" After a moment, she remembers to tag on, "I finally have the key, too."

"I'm heading over," Chris says.

You start crying, relieved to finally see another friendly face.

"Hey, you're going to be okay," Sheva tries to reassure you. "I'm going to make sure you get somewhere safe where you can be looked at."

"Thank you..." you trail off.

"Sheva. Sheva Alomar. What's your name?"

Jill Valentine

You are decidedly lost. This is your first mission with the FBC, and to say it isn't going well would be an understatement.

You and Rachel were heading to the back of the Queen Zenobia and shortly after acquiring the key to the freight lift, got attacked by some sort of slimy, faceless monster.

In your attempt to flee, you got separated from Rachel and made your way into an entirely unfamiliar area of the ship. She has the map.

You've since entirely depleted your ammunition on those nasty things, which have begun to pop up everywhere.

You're effectively screwed.

"Great, not another one..."

You stare at the shadow peeking from around a nearby corner, indicating that a B.O.W. is shambling its way closer. Maybe you can find a hiding place?

Jill just woke up. Her weapons are gone. Her partner is gone. She doesn't know where exactly she is, only that it's a room somewhere on the ship. She's locked in.

Parker is experiencing the same thing, it sounds like.

"Can you reach HQ?"Jill asks into her earpiece.

"No, comms are out, it seems," Parker replies. "We should regroup."

Jill finds herself a screwdriver and, after putting the head of an ooze hiding in the room through the TV, gets the door open.

The exact moment she steps out of the room, another ooze launches itself at her from the corridor to her right.

Jill easily ducks under its outstretched arms and steps out of its path.

It collides headfirst into the wall before straightening up and giving it a second go.

Jill slides over an ornate storage chest pushed up against the wall, leaving the ooze to run into it. From inside, she catches a muffled "gah!" that gives her pause.

Suddenly, the lid of the chest slams open, smacking the ooze's hanging head. It falls backward and Jill quickly takes the opportunity to stomp its soft skull in.

"Holy crap..." you mumble at the display, still peeking out of the chest.

"Who are you?" Jill questions.

You state your name and shakily hold up your FBC ID card. "I'm with the Federal Bioterrorism Commission. I was sent down here to investigate but I lost my partner."

"You and me both," she says. "Jill Valentine. Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. Thanks for lending me a hand."

"Yeah, uh, no problem."

"Why don't you come with me? We can search for our partners together."

If this intimidating woman wants you by her side, you certainly aren't going to turn her down. You manage a smile. "Okay. Sure."

Emily Berkhoff

It's only by sheer luck that you've managed to make it this far. For what now feels like an eternity, you've been running around, fearing for your life, and shoving yourself into every dark place you can find in an attempt to avoid the monsters.

It's almost dawn. You thought they may have finally grown tired of decimating the village when things got quiet a few hours ago, but since those black roots began to erupt from the ground, they've started returning in packs.

You decide to change your hiding spot again and find yourself in someone's barn. As you start poking around, you realize you have company. It's quite possibly the largest pig you've ever seen, and it does not take kindly to your presence.

You flee out the side of the building with the animal hot on your heels.

Emily, moving in on Miranda with the rest of the Hound Wolf Squad on Captain Redfield's orders, is not too far away. She's mowing down B.O.W. after B.O.W.

You make a beeline for a tree and quickly scramble up the trunk. The pig gives up, but you don't. You keep climbing.

Emily pauses to reload her gun.

A voice speaks into her earpiece with urgency. "Tundra, watch your six!"

She's still in the process of loading a new clip when she whips around, coming face to face with a hairy B.O.W. lunging right at her.

There's a loud crack.

A rather large branch, with you still clinging onto it, comes crashing down, stopping the beast short. The landing isn't particularly pleasant, and you don't even realize what you've just done. You groan, then jolt when a bit of blood splatters onto you.

With the B.O.W. neutralized, Emily seizes you by your coat and starts dragging you over to cover. "Alpha, I have a survivor over here!"

You've never seen anything like the goggles Emily has on, and while you're still dazed, all those black lenses look like bug eyes. You begin to flail about, thinking that a new monster has found you.

"Hey, I need you to calm down."

You do not. You pry at her hands, but her grip is too strong for you to break. When she tries to check you over, you push against her tactical vest and attempt to keep her away.

"I'm just trying to help you, alright?" Finally, she flips up her goggles and pulls down her face covering. Slowly, you begin to process that you're looking at another human, not some creature. "That fall seemed pretty bad. Did you break anything?"

"...Uh... I-I don't think so."

"Okay. I'm going to need you to stay with me so I can get you out of here. There's a chopper that'll get you to safety."

"A what?"

"There's a vehicle that'll get you to safety," she says, helping you to your feet. "Come on. I'll protect you."

You believe her. "A-alright..."

January Van Sant

January lets out a sigh as the lights switch off yet again. Does the asshole who's putting them through this shit not know any other tactics? She's getting real tired of fumbling around in the dark.

She's just going to get the key she came in here for and get out. The sooner she gets this test over with, the sooner she can return to thinking about a way to escape this hellhole.

"Bingo." Key successfully snagged, January begins navigating her way back to the exit. She doesn't see the wires some fool left strewn across the floor because, y'know, it's pitch black. She catches herself before she can faceplant, but drops her gun and key in the process. "Aw, hell."

Suddenly, there's a series of loud bangs at the door. Seems the mastermind was kind enough to lock her inside. Whatever. Sounds like someone is already in the process of getting it open.

She crouches down and starts searching. It isn't too long before her fingers brush against the key. Now, where's her weapon? She kind of needs that.

A groan comes from somewhere nearby.

Correction: She really needs her weapon.

A zombie rounds the nearby corner, making a beeline for her.

Where is her fucking gun? It couldn't have landed that far away!

The door flies open, sandwiching the approaching zombie between it and the wall.

Light from the hallway spills into the space. January finally locates her pistol.

You land roughly on the floor, and the zombie follows suit a few seconds later.

When your gaze travels up, you find yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. "Whoa, don't shoot!"

A bullet whizzes past your shoulder and strikes the zombie crawling toward you in the forehead. It stills completely.

"Chill. You saved my skin, so I'm just returning the favor."

"Oh... I didn't even realize."

January snorts. "Yeah, I can tell." She tucks her pistol into the back of her pants and after a beat, holds out a hand to help you up. You take it. "This your first test or somethin'?"

"Second."

She looks you up and down. "Well, I usually prefer to work alone when I can, but if you want to stick with me... I guess I wouldn't mind showing you a few of the tips and tricks I've picked up to survive the waves of ass this place'll throw at you."

"Yeah... I'd like that."

"Cool. The more of us that stay alive, the better." When she leaves the room, you follow. "You can call me Jan, by the way. You got a name?"

#sheva alomar #jill valentine #emily berkhoff #january van sant #resident evil x reader #sheva alomar x reader #jill valentine x reader #emily berkhoff x reader #january van sant x reader #resident evil 5 #re 5 #resident evil resistance #re resistance #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re 8 village #re revelations #resident evil revelations

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damadisangue · 5 months

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It's yours, he tells her. I did it for you, he murmurs with his lips pressed against her temple. It is done, Alex, he whispers, moving a lock of her hair with his thumb. They can't hurt you anymore, he sighs, lifting her face towards his.

"There was an explosion, Master Alex." "I know." "The news is still fragmented, but around seven in the morning, local time, the Italian Air Force detected the entry of an unauthorized aircraft into the airspace above Rome."

He looks at her and Alex touches his cheek, gathering strands of blood - red and black and Uroboros.

"They don't want to make it official, but it appears that agent Redfield died in Kijuju."

Someone screams, someone else cries - a cacophony of sounds and pleas that unfolds around them like humanity's last solo.

"Your brother won, Master Alex."

The world dies and Wesker smiles.

Stunning and perfect art from the always amazing @madbedlam

#albert wesker #alex wesker #my fanfiction #resident evil #weskers #alex wesker x albert wesker #albert wesker/alex wesker #weskercest #post resident evil 5

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 1 year

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Idea:

When Capcom inevitably starts work on the “Resident Evil 5” remake, they should also remake “Code Veronica” and retcon it as a part one/prologue to the game. Sort of like how Metal Gear Solid V had “Ground Zeroes” and “The Phantom Pain”.

So with this set-up, we get “Resident Evil 5 - Code Veronica” and “Resident Evil 5 - The Kijuju Incident”. Chris Redfield has campaigns in both sections, Claire only appears in part one, and Sheva Alomar has a campaign in part two.

In terms of story, I feel this would also enhance the overall experience since Code Veronica is integral to the Chris Redfield-Albert Wesker feud. Without CV, the feud doesn’t feel as impactful. Also, having CV be a “part one” to Resident Evil 5 works since that means Albert Wesker is the overall main villain of the story. Plus, Claire Redfield gets some closure to her RE2 storyline, which I feel players need to see if their only experience with Resident Evil is with the remakes.

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