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coffeebrownn · 3 months
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HI GUYS! I ADDED NEW DESIGNS AND RESTOCK SOME OF THEM!! PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!! REBLOG AND SHARE ARE REALLY APPRECIATED!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!
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saphirdevil · 8 months
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more resident evil loonaverse au doodles prev post
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mimzalot · 1 year
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inspired by a tweet
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poisonousash · 1 year
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Third wheeling in Resident Evil
RE3 Remake
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RE4
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RE5
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RE6
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RE7
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RE Damnation
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RE Vendetta
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RE Infinite Darkness
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rachelfoleyisntdead · 5 months
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Billy Coen, the only man in resident evil to be falsely accused of war crimes
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georgeaddo · 2 years
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Morning, sunshine.
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solidsmax · 2 years
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chrisitsraining · 1 year
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are you overly attached to a resident evil character that died multiple games ago and had very little screen time or are you normal
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crimescrimson · 4 months
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Red's Favourite Game NPCs Of All Time Masterlist [Volume One]: Rodrigo Juan Raval | Elena Lupu | Oscar Connelly | Joseph Oda | Nurse Tatiana Gutierrez | Jane Valderamma | Lin | Donnie | Tyrell Patrick | Mikhail Victor
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hollywood-rose · 1 year
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Jill: I want to show you a picture from last night that really upset me.
Carlos: Okay, but in my defense, Tyrell bet me a bottle of whiskey that I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.
Jill: That’s not what I wanted to-
Jill: You drank SHAMPOO?
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coffeebrownn · 4 months
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saphirdevil · 8 months
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just bros doing bro things, they are loona stans, its an canon event
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delicatebluebirdruins · 9 months
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waiting for people to realise that RE3R feels more action orientated because Jill is a fucking trained professional she was in STARS (Jill was one the few who survived the Spencer estate) and the fucking army be like
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liyawritesss · 2 months
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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ
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Day 15 - Love Letters
- Sending My Love To You - Tyrell Patrick - Resident Evil 3: Remake
- In which Tyrrell has a bad feeling about the mission his unit was called for, and his teammate Carlos helps ease his mind with a little gift his lover left before he departed.
- Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!
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Tyrell doesn’t like to leave you on short notice. It’s wishful thinking to be given a deployment date a little time out so that he can warn you about it before he actually has to leave, but the reality of his job is that he will have to be up and out of the house at the height of the night with little more than a kiss goodbye and a promise to be safe. Most times, Tyrell will be back home in two weeks time and the situation is forgotten the moment he’s in your arms. This, however, felt different.
He didn’t know why; even though everything that led up to this moment of his standing in the locker room was standard procedure. He got the call from his superior that he was needed for deployment and that the team would be leaving that very night. He woke up from his slumber and groggily started to get up from the bed, slip on some sweats and grab a pre-prepped bag from the closet. The worst part in it all was always waking you up and seeing your dejected face before he left, but the same routine occurred; he told you he had to leave for deployment, you quickly slipped out of bed and into a robe, walked him out of the house, and gave him a long hug and even longer kiss to bid him farewell. As sweet as they were, they were the kind of kisses they didn’t like, because he could always sense the fear that was in them.
His slowed actions didn’t go unnoticed by his comrade, Carlos Riviera, of whom he had a close friendship with outside of their work, and so could clock that Tyrell was having doubts. Of course it was natural to, in their line of work, and Carlos wasn’t one to judge him, either. Both men, groggy and anxious for what may lie ahead for their deployment, were finishing gathering their gear when Tyrell said, “I don’t like this, man.”
“Don’t like what?” Carlos asks.
“I don’t know, I just don’t got a good feeling about this deployment,” Tyrell expands, “maybe it’s in my head, but it just…feels bad.”
Carlos hums, he understands Tyrell’s dilemma. They had their fair share of late night calls and Carlos couldn’t deny that this one had a level of unease to it everyone felt.
Tyrell closes his locker, and upon doing so, is met with Carlos presenting to him a small envelope. He furrows, glasses raising slightly with his scrunched up nose, “What’s that?”
“She thought you might’ve been feeling some kinda way,” Carlos says, “so she asked me to give this to you whenever you needed a pick-me-up.” Tyrell takes the letter from Carlos, as he adds, “Your girl is somethin’, man, I’ll tell you that.”
Carlos leaves Tyrell with a pat on the shoulder, picking up his bag and leaving the locker room to give the man some privacy. After a moment of just staring at it, Tyrell leans against the locker and opens the envelope, being met with a small piece of paper and a polaroid of him and you together on a date some time long ago in your youth. He smiles at it, before opening the smaller piece of paper:
Just remember to breathe, baby. There is nothing in this world you can’t handle.
Your face flashes in his eyes for a split second, and everything he loves about the holder of it fills his mind and eases his anxiousness. He folds the letter and picture, pockets it in his vest breast pocket, and hoists his equipment bag over his shoulder and out of the locker room with a newfound confidence to complete this mission. The faster he does, the faster he can get home to you.
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rachelfoleyisntdead · 8 months
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As promised, here we go again (mostly alex, nikolai and carlos fyi)
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captastra · 1 year
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Thanks for the tag @bitchesofostwick @roofgeese and @natesofrellis (and tagging you right bag as well!)! Now that I’m no longer doing big writing events, I’ve decided to jump back into some wips I had started in the past! I’ll share a bit from the most recent chapter I wrote for my resident evil tattoo parlor/flower shop au. Its still a wip so some things may change!!
A round of cheers erupted around the bar, glasses or beer bottles clinking haphazardly. Carlos glared as he stared at the others, his beer untouched in front of him. The bar was some dingy whole in the wall that one of the younger in this crew had brought them to after the events of the past few days. All of them battered and bruised, Carlos one of the few that were pretty bruised, but they had made it out alive.
“C’mon Carlos,” Tyrell said, taking a drink from his glass. “Are you going to be mad all night or actually celebrate with us? The job was a success!” A few men around them cheered again at his words.
Carlos only grunted as he crossed his arms. He was more than mad and figured he had every right to be. This job was supposed to be simple. In, out, no one gets hurt…
“No one was supposed to be there,” Carlos growled, ignoring the round of cheers that went up again. “And then you let him,” he motioned to Nikolai who was sitting alone at the bar, a half drunk beer in his hand, “take charge? Hell Tyrell, there was a reason he was never the one in charge.”
Tyrell paused for a moment, his drink inches from his face. Then he shrugged and downed his beer. “I don’t really see why you’re complaining. You’re alive and man was it good to see you in action again.” He set the empty glass down with a loud thud. “So what if a few of us got injured, those guys were Umbrella anyways. I know how much you hate them as much as I do.”
“That’s no reason for the job we just pulled.” Carlos said, looking out the dirty window but only seeing darkness on the other side.
Whatever Tyrell wanted to say, he didn’t. He left Carlos to sit in the booth, only pausing to see if Carlos wanted another beer, but Carlos only waved him off. The past 72 hours flashed through his mind again, Tyrell convincing him to come on this ridiculous mission…all in the hopes of saving an old friend.
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