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Marabou, fanfic
I'm a Brazilian fanfiction writer. And with that, I decided to translate my one-shot Valenfield into English, as a way to expand the scope of my story. In addition to posting the fanfic on the two largest story sites for people outside Brazil
The fanfic is drama, and quite heavy. Follows Chris trying to deal with Jill's sacrifice in Lost Nightmares, and pre Resident Evil 5. Hope you like it...
Links:
Fanfiction.net
Archive ou Our Own
ps: get ready to cry
#valenfield#chris x jill#fanfic#angst#pre re5#lost in nightmares#chris redfield#jill valentine#drama
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⸻ @madeofstxrs liked for a thing ! ( for jill ! )
“coffee machine’s broken, last guy got a bit too rough with it.”
#madeofstxrs#➷ ➹ starter.#➷ ➹ ic.#/ not sure when this can be set#/ maybe pre-re5 if you're gucci#/ fmdklsgmds
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( @deadkenndy asked: "for me, the choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option." //chris )
arklay had ripped away any semblance of normalcy chris could've ever dreamt of. he'd lost too many and witnessed too much to go blind again. his worldview had been shaken and as each year passes, he becomes more sure that he's where he needs to be. he might've been shoved unceremoniously into the fight, but there's no turning back. chris's prominent brow furrows, eyes dropping for just a moment as the words sink in.
it's truth enough.
❝ our ordinary's just different, but it's worth it, isn't it? ❞ without value, he'd be swallowed up in hopeless nihilism. the formation of the bsaa would be worthless and so would everything he fought against ( he has to cling to hope for his own survival ).
❝ other people have a chance because of us. ❞
#deadkenndy#c. redfield // ic#c. redfield // main verse#i wasn't sure where to put this!#maybe pre re5#but post revelations#hope this is okay!
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chris & jill - pre RE1
chris & jill - revelations
chris & jill - posr RE5
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—general wesker hcs
the most accurate hcs because i see so many that i think would be so inaccurate
mainly sfw
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—ALBERT WESKER’S LIFE
Albert is a clean man, shaves, washes, skin care all of that stuff
Definitely keeps the routine from work
Works with contagious viruses of course he isn’t going to go in bare hands
Works out regularly to keep his shape, definitely toned but not too burly, less defined than his STARS and military days
Able to grow facial hair but was never fond of how it looked on him
The sunglasses was a fashion statement, definitely takes them off more than people think he does
Also just to hide his emotions
Has several homes across the globe incase of needing to move around
Takes standard meds for joint pain (pre re5)
you forget he’s old and still basically human
The more of the pg/aw67 he takes the more sophisticated his anatomy gets
No longer needs ibuprofen
I’ve seen a lot of people say he purrs which i just think is so silly
Again he’s a grown man
Would definitely not purr, who actually can do that irl…
Doesn’t like being touched much, especially if his clothes are fresh and hair is just done
Doesn’t use that much hair gel, standard amount to keep it in place for the day
I feel like he’d have reading glasses bought from a store
Rich as hell, but if going undercover uses a shitty single dad car like a peugeot
Has several sports cars
—RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS
Prefers to have a person, mainly a woman similar to his age
Though if he was to date someone with a larger age gap
He wouldn’t be as comfortable maybe, perhaps a bit more cautious as he feels he’s too old
There’s a debate whether or not he’d be into having kids
I’m on the fence because
Either he never knew about Jake
Which I doubt and he did
Or just frankly didn’t care
I think in a way he would to have the perfect child to continue his legacy with the power he had
But also wouldn’t in the fact he’s selfish in wanting the world to himself for as long as he’s still breathing
Very closed off in wanting to fall in love in fear that if he introduced anything he did (viruses and uroboros) that his s/o would run away
And if his partner gets injected with uroboros, he’s scared they’ll be rejected from the virus
Rarely has time to go on dates with his partner because of the Tricell situation
Lets partner attend where he is if she or he works in Tricell or already knows what he does
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HOTEL— Leon, Chris, Albert x fem! reader.
summary; They know that they should leave you alone— after all, they ended the relationship. And yet, they just cant get enough of you after the breakup.
Tags/ Warnings:Nsfw themes (no smut) Ex! boyfriend/Fiancé Leon, Chris, & Albert x fem! reader. Toxic relationship themes in Leon & Wesker’s part. RE6 Leon, RE5 Wesker, & pre-RE6 Chris. features a summary and a scenario for all characters!
LEON K.
LEON who comes to your door in the middle of the night. He swears he wont come back, that he’ll leave you alone.
You both know he’s lying.
After a particularly grueling mission, he just needs to be held—and who else could warm his heart & tell him that he’s safe other than his ex-girlfriend?
He was the one who broke things off. He was the one who said that you could’ve gotten hurt in the relationship—and no matter how much you pleaded, he walked out of the door without sparing a second thought. But now that same man is in front of your door, drunk, begging to be let in.
“Baby pleaseeeee let me in,” He was practically crying for you. “‘promise i’ll leave you ‘lone after tonight, I swear, baby, just for tonight, lemme treat you good.” His words were barely even making sense to you. He wanted to sleep with you? You couldnt let him drive back home because he’s shit-faced and if he died, it’d rain hell on your conscience.
“Come in, Leon.” You stepped to the side and let him stumble through the door. The moment he gained his composure he was hugging you as tightly as possible.
“I know I did you wrong baby, but please. Mission went shit. Need ya’, you always tell me how good I am —you make me feel so good, I just need you right now, just for one night, then i’ll be outta ye hair.”
You had every fucking right to push him out of the door.
Who did he think he is? Dumping you then coming back to you when he needs you?
And yet, you let him in.
You let him touch you, let him beg and plead for you to let him do this again. Because you loved him.
And when he came back for more, you let him in with open arms.
CHRIS R.
CHRIS who meets you accidentally. You both worked for the BSAA, and even though you worked in different departments, you two met each other at a company gathering at a bar.
The entire night is awkward touches and averted glances. The break-up was a mutual thing— Chris was married to his work and didn’t have time for you. simple. Even so, that didn’t mean that unsettled feelings weren’t in the air.
At the end of the night, you’re both wasted and end up sharing a taxi (courtesy of Jill, who sees the tension between you two) and somehow, He ends up at your house. More than once after that.
The taxi was filled with your giggles and the smell of liquor as you laughed at Chris while reminiscing about how your relationship used to be. This felt so normal— you, him having fun with lingering touches in places where friends don’t usually put their hands.
His hand was rubbing your upper thigh, sliding your dress up. You were sobering up by the minute, but you didnt want the moment to end.
No other man could satisfy you the way chris did—the way he knew when to be rough, what spots made you moan.
And you both knew what would’ve happened if you gave in to the pleasure—this would become a common occurrence.
But you loved Chis, so much.
You’d risk anything just to touch him again, and by the third time he came back to your house, you’re sure he would too.
ALBERT W.
ALBERT who comes back for you after years of radio silence.
The last time you saw him, it was before he left for the Spencer mansion. Afterwards, STARS just..disappeared. Nobody knew where the members went.
You tried to move on—knowing that you couldn’t be hung up on him forever, and lets face it, he was probably dead. Umbrella came crumbling down, and there was no trace of him.
Of course, until 2005.
Chris Redfield came to your door, talking about how your fiancé was still alive. Of course, your relationship hadn’t been the best—it was built on lust and thin walls of trust, but you’d be damned if you didn’t see the man again.
Chris also told you about uroboros, asking you if you’d known anything about Albert’s schemes.
A few months after your ‘talk’ with Chris, you’re home alone when a short (but assertive) knock hits your door.
Of course, you cautiously open the door.And who the hell do you see?
A fucking Huge man with sunglasses looking down at you.
“ There you are, dearheart.” Albert took a small step forward and put a hand on your cheek. His hands were fucking freezing, making you fully awake if you weren’t before.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You stepped away from the door as if scared (Which, you were, he was tall as shit.)
“Im just visiting my fiancé, is there a problem?” He stepped past you into the house. He took a glimpse around then slid his shoes off by the front door. You were fucking baffled.
“ Albert, what the fuck are you doing? Years of fucking silence from you and you just—appear? You waltz into my home thinking nothing had changed?!”
“Why’re you questioning something you know you wont get the answers to? It’s like trying to prevent the inevitable.” He seemed so nonchalant as he strolled into your house, observing where you’ve been living.
“It seems as if you’re taking good care of yourself. perfect.”
“what in the hell do you want, Albert?” You let out a deep sigh— if anybody found out that Albert was here, you’d be taken in for questioning and all of that shit— worse case arrested for letting him into your house.
“simple. I want you.”
#resident evil wesker#resident evil#resident evil x reader#resident evil leon#leon kennedy x reader#leon resident evil#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon scott kennedy#chris redfield smut#chris redfield#chris redfield x reader#albert wesker#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker smut
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my masterlist
current updated masterlist that i will try and keep up to date
Leon S. Kennedy .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊
Older leon <3 (no order, all different) I. II. III IV. V VI VII
plaga leon (smut)
rookie leon (coercion series) I. II. (angst)
stripper!reader x rookie!leon (smut)
pornstar! ID Leon x Newbie reader (smut)
artistic reader x pre re4 leon (smut)
husband!leon nsfw
Apple pie (young reader x older re6 leon) I II III IV V VI (Angst)
Chris Redfield .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚
Civilian reader x Vendetta Chris (Angst and fluff)
agent! reader x re5/post re5 chris (warning dark smut themes)
Blurbs/ drabbles .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚
leon pussy eating kennedy (smut)
rookie leon and the new secretary (smut)
girl dad leon (fluff)
Death island Leon s/o headcanons (GN) (smut)
reader gets flustered at leon wearing a suit (GN)
leon and rival reader
tramp stamp reader with chris and leon
reader saves leon from ada
leon finds out about reader working for umbrella (angst)
reader has health problems
chris has a breeding kink (ofc he does) (smut)
Leon’s younger partner falls asleep anywhere (fluff)
domestic soon to be dad leon (fluff)
drunk leon tries to help (fluff)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚
Jujutsu Kaisen
best friend geto (smut)
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christmas tree farm // jill valentine
Jill x Reader
Fluff
wc: 1,315
honestly, i was going to do a 12 days of christmas thing, but i looked at my schedule and i'm just not gonna have time to get them done before christmas. i'm still going to work on what i have drafted, so there's more holiday fics coming. i'll just post them as theyre ready instead.
pointless fluff, post-re5 jill, reader is implied to be in contact with their family in case you're sensitive about that.
Jill is home for the holiday season - a miracle in itself - and she takes you shopping for a Christmas tree.
Jill has a whole holiday timeline. Halloween decorations can go up starting October 1st. They come down the day after Halloween. They used to come down Halloween night, until you had come along and protested this injustice to Halloween. No Christmas decorations up before November. You can buy them, but they have to remain in storage. All decorations can go up on November 1st - except for the tree. The tree has to wait until *after* Thanksgiving.
She had told you that this was to give each holiday it's due respect. (You had told her that they were holidays, not dogs. They weren’t going to get jealous of each other.) You’re fairly certain that the truth lies closer to something more sentimental. Something softer she wouldn’t say with words.
You can say with near certainty that she doesn’t give a shit if the Christmas lights are up by October - she just wants to be part of your holidays, even if it’s small. She can’t guarantee her presence. You know it, she knows it - and even now, she tells you that she’s around much more than she would have been in the past. She missed Halloween proper - some emergency at work she had to head into the office for, not even her advisory role exempting her from calls at every hour of the night. Thanksgiving, you had a hunch she had requested to work. She had moved mountains to make it to your friendsgiving celebration, but the idea of meeting your family had surely been too much.
So maybe taking you all the way out to this Christmas tree farm is a peace offering. Maybe it’s an apology, or maybe it’s just a chance to take you out on a date. The way her hand settles on your thigh as she drives, her thumb stroking your leg idly, leads you to believe it’s the former.
The air is so cold that it stings your nose when you inhale, leaving an invigorating burn in your chest. It’s beautiful out here, away from the city. You hurry around the front of the car, looking over the valley that you had just driven through. Jill’s footsteps crunch through the snow and stop at your side.
“Pretty, right?” You say, lacing your fingers with Jill’s.
She nods her agreement, and tugs you gently towards the entrance. It is nice up here. She makes a mental note to take you out like this more often. Maybe camping.
The path through the tree farm is a worn, muddy mush of churned snow. Families and couples wind between the rows of pre-cut trees. A handful of them meander deeper into the farm, saws in hand.
Jill lets you lead the way. She realizes quickly that this means much more to you than it does to her, and she allows you free reign over the tree choice. She relegates herself to the designated tree handler, picking out the trees you seem interested in and spinning them around so you can get a good look at them. Not a bad gig, all things considered. It’s cute that you’re so determined. Your brow furrows under the brim of your beanie. She’s not sure she’s ever seen you so focused.
“This one?” Jill asks, picking a tree from the line-up. She holds it out, twirling it so you can see it from every angle.
“I don’t know…” You hum, scanning the branches for any gaps. Your nose scrunches in disapproval. You wave your arms, mimicking the general shape of the tree. “It’s kinda top-heavy, don’t you think?”
Jill doesn’t think that. She hasn’t given the tree any thought at all, other than ‘yep, it’s green’ and ‘these needles are already falling off’. She pivots back to the line up of cut trees, scanning for a better replacement.
"What about this one?" She grabs another tree from the line up, lifting it effortlessly. She balances each tree in a hand so you can compare them.
But she seems to have missed one glaringly obvious problem.
"Babe," you sigh, "that's a blue spruce."
Silence. She just stares at you, as if that's supposed to mean something to her. She shrugs, the branches of the trees shaking.
"So?"
"So, the other one is a douglas fir." You point to the first tree - the top heavy one.
"And?"
You throw your mittened hands up. It's difficult for Jill to take you seriously when you're all layers of soft, plush clothing, her old BDU wrapped on top. Your hands have been reduced to rounded, knit lumps and the sliver of your face that peeks out at her between your hat and scarf is flushed with cold.
“I told you in the car. No blue spruce. I always get a blue spruce. I want to try something different this year.”
Okay. Maybe that’s on her. She way here had been full of sharp turns and winding roads. She had been a little preoccupied with directions to worry about what sort of tree you wanted specifically. She hadn’t thought it would make a difference.
“What else is a no-go?”
“No white pines,” you say, pointing to the pines that are leaned up against the side of a shed. “They have flimsy branches. They can barely hold ornaments.”
Jill’s taking notes. As much as her hums and little acknowledgements read as patronizing in the early stages of your relationship, you know now it’s her way of showing you that she’s listening - her way of getting you to keep talking. She won’t remember your thoughts on every single type of pine, but she’ll have a good baseline for next year.
She stands several more trees stand before you, and you swiftly chop them down, sending them back to the loser pile. You seem determined that your home will have nothing but the best. You pass your judgement on every row, and for a moment it seems like you’ll walk away empty handed.
But then, you see it. You tug Jill to a stop and point your mitten at a tree that’s nearly as wide as it is tall.
“That one.”
That tree looks exactly the same to her, minus the faint blue tint to the needles. She looks back at you, trying to gauge whether or not you’re serious. The way your eyes light up, the smile she knows to be hidden beneath your scarf - yeah, you’re definitely serious. She puts her cynicism down. Snow crunches under her boots, and she reaches through the branches to grab the tree by the trunk, hoisting it away from its fellows and setting it down where you can get a proper look at it. She gives it a slow twirl, letting you inspect it for any imperfections.
“This the one?” She asks after a complete revolution. You nod vigorously, the fuzzy ball at the top of your hat bouncing back and forth. Her mouth twitches into a smile. “You sure?”
You nod again. The fuzzy balls bounces. Jill laughs under her breath and hoists the tree onto her shoulder effortlessly.
She slips her hand into yours. Her skin is tacky with sap, a dark smudge against her palm. She smells like pine - the sap must be all over her clothes, with the way she was getting in there. You pull away with a giggle.
“Sticky.”
Jill rolls her eyes. She snatches your hand back. “It’s your fault. Turned me into a tree twirler.”
“At least you smell good now.”
“I always smell good.”
“Eh...”
You’re lucky her hands are full of Christmas tree. She has half a mind to scoop up some snow from the ground and drop it down the back of your jacket. Later, she thinks. Maybe after she gets the tree tied to the top of the car. It’ll be cute to see you squirm.
#jill valentine x reader#jill valentine fluff#resident evil x reader#resident evil fluff#jill valentine x you#resident evil#jill valentine#im always writing for myself but this one feels really egregiously self-indulgent idk enjoy anyway
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i'll never smile again, until i smile at you
{pre re5! Jill Valentine x f! reader} + {platonic! Chris Redfield x f!reader}
TW: death, depression, mild violence
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“I don’t believe you” You said, shaking your head as your grip began to falter from the teapot within your grasp. The two men stayed silent, one of them, who you knew quite well, continued to stare at you with hurt, unable to give you a response in return to your disbelief. Shaking your head once more, “Chris what kind of sick joke is this?” You scoffed quickly, turning your back towards the two men in an attempt to hold yourself together. Any moment now, Jill would walk through that door, like she always did. You knew that because she promised you, every mission she went on, she always promised.
“I’m sorry” His deep voice echoed through your ears. As much as you’ve joked together in the past. Chris couldn’t find it himself to even crack a single one in this circumstance. You stayed silent, unable to even believe the news he just came to give you. Just a few weeks ago, you, him, and Jill were having drinks. Celebrating a joyful occasion, what were you celebrating? You couldn’t even think about the celebration that occurred that week after hearing the news your best friend just came to tell you. “What…?” you quietly asked, Chris was about to apologize once more until you quickly cut him off.
“You’re sorry? Is that what I heard? For fucks sake, YOU were with her!” You snapped, dropping the teapot from your clutch, only able to hear it clang on the wooden floor. Piers, the man with Chris who just couldn’t stay quiet. “Captain Redfield did the best he could, I understand what you're feeling but please don’t take it out on him” He said, attempting to lighten Chris’s burden in any way he could. They both watched you as you calmly picked up the teapot, seeing yourself in its shiny reflection, you stared at it for some time. You were seething. Seething with so much emotion you yourself couldn’t pinpoint what to feel at this exact time. You lost her, Jill. That's right, it was all coming together now. You were celebrating their small lead in finding Wesker, that's why you all were celebrating. That fact alone causes you to throw the teapot right towards Pier’s head.
Although the throw was fast enough for Chris to step in and catch it himself. Pier’s eyes widened, as he turned his head towards his captain, who shook his head and signaled him to leave the two of you alone. Piers almost declined the request, until he saw the way you held yourself, shakily as if you could fall at any moment. Understanding that you were no longer a threat to the two of them, he nodded his head and walked out of your kitchen.
Chris closed his eyes as he maintained his frame, not allowing himself to falter in any way in front of you as he made a promise to Jill to be there for you. The fight with Wesker kept playing in his head. Jill tackling Wesker for his sake, he squinted his eyes at the thought of remembering it all. “Chris, do you remember that day we went out for drinks?” Your weak tone brought him out of his thoughts.
Turning his gaze towards you, as you were propped by the counter with your gaze still to the floor. “I do remember” He responded, “We had finally found Wesker’s location” He smiled softly, remembering how rowdy the three of you were that day. So rowdy, you and Chris were plastered enough for Jill to draw on your faces while you both were knocked out. You barely managed a smile, but the little warmth you felt erupted in your chest from remembering that day. Tears streamed through your eyes, sliding your back down the kitchen counter, you held your face as you cried into the palms of your hands. Chris crouched next to you as he patted you back. He knew you weren’t mad at him, or would blame him. The three of you knew one another well enough to know what this field entailed, yet knowing Jill was the one to go before the two of you was too much to bear. The pain still remained no matter who you wanted to point fingers at.
“I proposed to her” you revealed, Chris’s eyes widened at the information as he stared at you in shock. “That day when we went out for drinks actually” You smiled sadly, remembering the way Jill rejected the thought as she believed you were too drunk to function. “I was planning on proposing someday, seeing her shine with pride that day, I couldn’t bear it. In my head, sober or not, I wanted to marry her” You sniffled, tears threatening to spill again.
“But she said no. '' Chris finished your sentence already, knowing what could’ve been going through Jill’s head at the time. It also tugged at his heart strings, knowing why. You nodded your head in confirmation “The way she looked at you, believe me, I saw it the first day we met in that dusty office back in raccoon city. She wanted to be yours someday too” He said with a soft smile, remembering how Jill was enamored by your presence the first time you two met. He felt like your guy's biggest wingman back then. In yours and Jill’s eyes, he was still your biggest wingman. “Thanks for saying that” the smile on your face began to fade, “I wish I could’ve heard it from her” You teared up again, this time Chris embraced you into a hug. His buff arms engulfed you in a warm hug, to which you knew was coming from his heart as he faltered in communication with the amount of missions he’s been on, turning him colder.
“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you enough how much I wished it was me. “ Chris said, you shook your head. “Don’t do that Chris” You said, pushing his hug enough for you to look into his eyes. “Don’t do that to yourself, Jill just did exactly what she knew you’d do for me or her.” You said, engulfing him into a hug, “You are equally important to us, as we are to you.” He hugged you back, almost squeezing you. Although you knew he was going through it just as much as you were. Silence filled the room as you two platonically embraced eachother.
“Please tell that guy I’m sorry” You sighed, as you remembered how you threw a teapot at Pier’s head. He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, he understands” Chris reassured as you sniffled and nodded.
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cosmcqt: pls have mercy idk i just wanted to write something with jill in it, hope u like it!
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REverse Headcannons- Sick Partner (Albert Wesker)
How Chris, Leon, Jill, Claire, Wesker, Ethan, Carlos and Heisenberg react to (y/n) being home sick. (Gender Neutral Reader)
Albert Wesker (Pre RE5): "Babe, I think I'm sick," You turned over to Wesker and said.
"Interesting. You wouldn't get sick if you were a superior life form. Stay away from me, I don't want your gross germs," He said flatly.
The rest of the night, you were sentenced to the couch. Albert wouldn't touch you with a 15 ft pole and left out the window to go to work.
Albert did get the sniffles and he made it up to you for being a dick
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saw a post tagged with "the inevitable re5 remake" and it just made me stop and stare into the distance bc it is inevitable isn't it. they're not gonna stop the remake train.
I would give anything if they'd just do more Revelations type games instead. like. give me Piers's first missions when he was recruited into the BSAA! show me what Jill has been up to after she got cleared back! give me more Jake and more Sherry! let me play Leon's missions in between re4 and ID or pre-Vendetta! what has Carlos been up to all these years?? something with Barry (with Moira perhaps??)! there could be a more detective type game with Claire's work and maybe Rebecca helping her. where is Sheva!? a game only focused on Ada's dubious career choices, yes please.
and that's just a few suggestions. there are so many options! but no. we're just gonna get a remake upon remake upon remake. sigh.
#i know i've said this before#but daaaamn#i'd love more Revelations games#not even necessarily with that name lol#but like new stuff#what happens in between#and most importantly more piers /coughs#working with leon perhaps /coughs#anyway
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Wanted to paint a post RE5/pre RE6 Chris. Somewhere around the "recruit, train, and travel around the world with Piers"-era.
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Do you have any headcanons of Ada and past romantic relationships? I kinda wonder if she ever had some big first love or just never bothered with romance.
Also a part of me loves to believe she’s been in a relationship before RE2 and her s/o just has no idea about her real occupation lmao.
omgomgomg (sorry for the long answer)
okay, i got too excited because he is my favorite npc in resident evil. john clemens is truly and fully ada's truly and fully canon ex-boyfriend. in re1 and re2 og, john was mentioned. ada in original was looking for her boyfriend and leon decided to help. john was a worker of umbrella when she faked being an umbrella employee thanks to wesker. but he unfortunately died before the events of resident evil one considering his letter is found with no chance of hope.
in the letter, john was basically telling ada to expose umbrella's evil plans as he hoped she was alive. when ada searched for annette, that's when ada discovered he was dead, thanks to annette. ada was so special to john that she was his password in a puzzle in re1, and if i remember correctly, leon even found a picture of them.
here's the full letter [X]
in my personal headcanon, john always knew or ada told him later in their relationship. they were probably together for two years considering ada said he was missing for a while and annette knew about ada's relationship with john.
and in my true, honest, humble opinion, resident evil 2 1998 stopped being canon once darkside chronicles came out. and in the remake, john wasn't even mentioned. nor in the rest of ada's story.
the only thing remaining of john are non-canon comics, a rejected screenplay of a live action movie, resident evil 2 original, and resident evil 1 remake. so, he is my headcanon of ada's romantic life.
but once again, in my opinion, john was her first and only love. some fans disagree and think ada only used john. but let us know that ada isn't her real name (we know this thanks to og resident evil 3 so maybe Ada Wong turned into her real name because capcom has forgotten details of ada's character) maybe capcom only made it easier for themselves, but ada's fake name as a scientist's girlfriend stayed til 1998-2013 (re6).
but ignoring john, i know she has partners around the world begging for her to come back to them. she's like loid from spy x family. faking lives and making connections. she only keeps the ones she will need in the future (aka simmons and leon). ada has worked too much in canon to have a lasting relationship. like in re5, in the dlc, it was mentioned that ada was probably chilling with wesker (pre re4) as he worked for spencer. so, yeah, i doubt she had the time to truly love.
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𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑.
𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧
- 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝
ˮꜱɪx ʙɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴄʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ.
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓
⸻ Alias:
Number 13
⸻ Hair:
Blond
⸻ Eyes:
Ocean Blue (pre-mansion, RE1, after RE5)
Golden-Red && cat-like (RE2-RE5)
⸻ Age:
36 // pre-mansion
38 // RE1
48 // RE5
visibly stops aging after
⸻ Height:
6'3 // 1.90 m
⸻ Sexuality:
Bisexual, male leaning
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𝐔𝐏𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 & 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒
Taken from his family at a young age, Albert Wesker has been raised in one of the Spencer Foundation homes as one of many genetically promising individuals for Project W., which also gave him his last name. He was one of the few youths to survive after having been infected with a stabilized variant of the Progenitor Virus. His upbringing was exceptionally strict and tightly scheduled, outfitted to bring out the best in him (especially focusing on his intelligence and physical abilities), resulting in Albert graduating with his doctorate in virology at the age of 17.
His brilliant grades having been a huge indicator for his usefulness to the Corporation, Umbrella then headhunted him to work for Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. Simultaneously, he was given a place at the Umbrella Executive Training Center, a company-run boarding school focusing on indoctrinating its students with the necessary mindset to work for Umbrella and, ultimately, Spencer’s goals.
Needless to say, both his upbringing and youth at U.E.T.C. impacted Wesker’s morals, world-view, and ethics, resulting in him becoming a man purely driven by a cold, analytic perspective on things, seeing his surroundings more like a laboratory where he could use people as test-subjects to sate his curiosity than actual human beings.
When the school was eventually shut down after a series of scandals, Wesker got offered a job as senior researcher in Arklay Laboratory in the hills near Raccoon City as a reward for stealing a sample of the T-Virus strain, laying the foundation for his later mindset to procure intel, research data and the like for his own gain whenever possible.
𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘 & 𝐒.𝐓.𝐀.𝐑.𝐒.
Immediately after having been employed as senior researcher in Arklay, Wesker started his research on the T-Virus and ways to bypass the human immune system to create biological weapons. With his and his colleague Birkin’s success, Wesker paved the way for a multitude of future research on similar viruses. Still, Umbrella kept pressuring him and Birkins for better and better results, always hungry to increase the control they could have on the infected and mutated individuals. In an attempt to push their work further, Wesker was present during the assassination of Dr. Marcus (who had initially supervised his education and training at U.E.T.C.), immediately recovering ten years worth of research material that Marcus had kept to himself and away from the ever more paranoid Spencer. While working on the Tyrant variant, which was a slow progress with many hurdles to overcome, Wesker then helped apply the European Nemesis-Alpha strain variant to Lisa Trevor (which had already been mutated years before), to observe the changes, eventually discovering the G-Virus. Dissatisfied with his work environment and the intransparent decisions of Spencer, Wesker finally left his employment, ever-driven to find answers such as why Umbrella was interested in furthering the work on the G-Virus, which was not suitable to use in the creation of bio-weapons as imagined by Spencer. Being an ex-Umbrella employee helped tremendously with finding new work, eventually ending him in the US Army which deemed him useful for their own, illegal research of bio-weapons. During his time in the Army and the missions taking him everywhere over the world, Wesker had a brief sexual relationship which he quickly broke off due to him being uninterested to keep contact up. The affair ended with him fathering a boy, of whose existence he would only learn many years later. Returning back to the States, Wesker finally was re-hired by Umbrella and assigned as Captain of team Alpha of the private-funded Special Tactics and Rescue Service, S.T.A.R.S., which’s members he hand-picked.
𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓
Following his work as Captain of S.T.A.R.S., Wesker began spreading his influence by working as a double agent, always out for his own gain as he led the Alpha Team into a death trap for the simple cause of collecting combat data against the B.O.W.s which had infested the old Spencer Mansion. Not feeling empathy or seeing other human beings as anything other than a means to an end for his own benefit, he treated the Alpha-Team as rats in a life-sized laboratory, helping them along as he noticed their proclivity for solving the Mansion’s many mysteries as well as besting the B.O.W.s sent against them. His support was especially focused on Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine who excelled in his eyes and were his best bet to gain the most efficient data if they made it to the laboratory, where he pitted them against his own creation - the Tyrant. The same attacked Wesker, inflicting him with a deadly wound - which would have been the end of him, had he not infected himself with a T-Virus strain shortly before releasing Tyrant, ensuring his body would gain superhuman strength, speed, and regenerative abilities. After escaping the Mansion before its destruction, Wesker then proceeded to play all sides on the board, taking advantage of the fact that he was believed dead by both Umbrella and the surviving members of S.T.A.R.S., allowing him to pull the strings of many research approaches to the various virus variants. Still, infected as he was, his mind and especially mental health began to slowly suffer from it, both heightening his already present god-complex and having him fixate on his idea of re-creating the world as he was taught from his early childhood. Spiraling further and further in an almost ironic similarity to Spencer, Wesker would eventually find his ultimate death by the hand of Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomar…
...yet despite all this, his story continues.
#⸻ ⨯ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 ⇨ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑.#⸻ ⨯ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⇨ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑.#// CHARACTER DIRECTORY.#wesker#albert wesker
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MASTERLIST/PINNED
HEADCANONS
╰┈➤ Jill Valentine
╰┈➤ Jill Valentine Tattoos
╰┈➤ Jill Valentine At Home
╰┈➤ Jill Valentine Playlist
╰┈➤ Parker Luciani
╰┈➤ Jill Valentine + Florence And The Machine
╰┈➤ Jill Valentine DBD Killer Concept
╰┈➤ Chris Redfield At Home
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CHARACTER-SPECIFIC ANALYSIS
╰┈➤ Jill Valentine
-⋆★⋆- Recovery / hospital » Post RE5
-⋆★⋆- Fears, nightmares » No specific timeline
-⋆★⋆- Titles / Emotions - partly » No specific timeline
-⋆★⋆- Work » Post RE5
-⋆★⋆- Mental Scars » Post RE5
-⋆★⋆- Uncertainty » Post RE5
-⋆★⋆- Photography » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Vehicle Specialisation » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Lingering P30 Effects » Post RE5
-⋆★⋆- Blood On Your Hands » Post RE3/5
-⋆★⋆- Control » Post RE5
-⋆★⋆- Bird Imagery » RE5/Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Bird Imagery Pt.2 » RE5 & Post RE5
-⋆★⋆- Middle Name » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- RE5 Estate Fall » RE5
-⋆★⋆- Determination & STARS » Pre-RE1
-⋆★⋆- Reliance » RE5 & Post RE5
-⋆★⋆- Bleeding Heart » RE3/Post RE3
-⋆★⋆- Rhamnusia » RE3
-⋆★⋆- Names And Titles » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Training » Unspecified
╰┈➤ CHRIS REDFIELD
-⋆★⋆- Wesker's Sunglasses » S.T.A.R.S
-⋆★⋆- Tattoos & Meaning » Post RE8
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RENDERS
- I do take render requests, just use the ask button! Mainly for Resident Evil, though I'll try to find models if it's a different media.
╰┈➤ GENERAL
-⋆★⋆- Umbrella Pharmaceuticals » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆-Late Nights at the BSAA » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Chris' Mission Table » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Zealot » RE4R
-⋆★⋆- Studies » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Gift » Unspecified
╰┈➤ CHARACTER SPECIFIC
-⋆★⋆- Resident Evil 2 | Leon » RE2R
-⋆★⋆- Albert Wesker » S.T.A.R.S
-⋆★⋆- Training | Krauser & Leon » Post RE2R
-⋆★⋆- BSAA Maneouvre | Parker » Before RE:R
-⋆★⋆- Reunion | Ethan & Rose » RE8:SOR
-⋆★⋆- Work | Wesker » Just before RE1
-⋆★⋆- A Father's Protection | Ethan & Rose » RE8: SOR
-⋆★⋆- Battle Against The Beast | Jill » RE3
╰┈➤ SHIPS
-⋆★⋆- My Ashes Will Be Umbrella's Ashes Too | Jill » Before RE3
-⋆★⋆- Killer Jill DBD AU » Jill DBD
-⋆★⋆- Missing You | Chreon » Vendetta
-⋆★⋆-Weskwinters 1 | Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Weskwinters 2 | Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Unexpected Reunion | Winterfield » Post RE8
-⋆★⋆- Together Again | Winterfield » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Vinyls & Records | Winterfield » Unspecified
-⋆★⋆- Vendetta » Chreon » RE: Vendetta
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ARTWORK
-⋆★⋆- Winterfield » Post RE8
WRITING
-⋆★⋆- I remember those lost in the dark » Serrenedy
-⋆★⋆- Jill Valentine Drabble » Jill Valentine
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