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theladyismyshepard · 4 months

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My Lady In Death

My interest has shifted towards Baldur's Gate 3 and call me obsessed, almost as much as I was for RE:V... This is my headcannons for the main ladies of the party... careful, it's a long post

How the Ladies Would React to Your (Tav's) Death

Shadowheart –

It’s funny… it’s so funny… There was a battlefield roaring its rage to the Heavens in the sky. A melodic thrum of agony and death and yet there was a single sound that rose above all else: the sound of your body crashing to the ground, a loud grunt forced out from between your lips.

The strong “Ignis!” caught itself in Shadowheart’s throat, subconsciously forfeiting her turn as she stared wide-eyed at your fallen form. Her lips were moving, yet no sound was escaping. No spell, no incantation, no anything– She was so frozen in disbelief, one could mistake her for being under a stunned or immobilizing spell. All she could do was watch your shaky movements as you attempted to hoist yourself to your feet, only to receive a final concussive blow that left trails of blood leaking from your nose, mouth, and eyes

“NO!” The scream was so raw that almost everyone in the party felt the shredding of their own throats

Karlach reached forward to intercept the cleric just as she showed the first signs of darting thoughtlessly across the battlefield towards your dead body, but when Shadowheart showed an ounce of determination, she proved unstoppable. She sidestepped Karlach’s hand, ignored the resulting string of curses from Lae’zel, and darted towards you. Not only did she have faith in her teammates (well, Karlach) to guard her back, she had faith that Shar would guide her forward.

Which raised a few questions: Why was Shadowheart fearing this loss in a way she never felt before? Why was she so desperate to counter the inevitable? Why couldn’t she let Shar take you away? Shadowheart swallowed thickly as she dropped to her knees beside you, pulling your head into her lap. Her trembling fingers reached into her travel pack and she didn’t stop fumbling around until she produced a Scroll of Revivify. She untied the knot keeping it together, and rested the parchment atop your chest.

Her voice shook the entire time she spoke through the words of the scroll. Her eyes were blurred so thickly with tears that the obscured spell was nearly illegible to her. Shadowheart’s left hand was tangling its fingers in your hair, an absent gesture of comfort more for herself rather than you at the moment. She was aware of the sudden company of defense that swarmed and encircled the two of you, but she couldn’t afford to pay them any mind, not when you were growing colder by the second and Shar’s grip of darkness was taking its hold on you.

There was a glow surrounding your body for a moment, and when it finally dimmed, the scroll burned itself to a crisp and faded away on a gust of wind. There was a pause that had Shadowheart’s heart stuttering against her ribcage and then you were taking in a large breath of air, and it looked so natural, as if you had never stopped. Shadowheart released a breath of her own and it nearly had her bowing over, her tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

You were here, you were alive, you were going to be okay… She indulged herself in stealing a single kiss atop your brow, her left hand gently scratching your scalp before she pulled back abruptly.

Shadowheart… turned her back on her lady. All color drained from her face, all relief she had been relishing in dried up, all fear she had dislodged back anew, but directed for herself now– As Shar’s servant, she must accept darkness, accept loss almost to the point of wishing for it. You were well within Shar’s merciful grasp

And Shadowheart stole you back… It’s only natural to struggle with your religious guilt after saving the one you care so much for. Give her time to process this.

Lae'zel –

Disbelief. That is the only emotion Lae’zel found herself able to process for an entire minute; Disbelief that your body was crumpled and shredded down in the dirt; Disbelief that this unorthodox hero that was supposedly “meant to save the world” had fallen so easily… Disbelief that she allowed your death to happen.

Next was the fury that almost visibly burned in licking flames. Death would not take you, not if she had anything to say about it. Not when she was standing right there and these fiendish goblins had the audacity to strip your life from your body before her very eyes. No… Lae’zel was fury, she was death, and she would avenge you before she would think to resurrect you.

That half-elf, she had powers of healing and while Lae’zel loathed Shadowheart on a good day, she knew the cleric to have enough wits to know to respond to their fallen hero with haste (lest she meet her own untimely end at the edge of her blade). The fight was a blur, and it was over before any of the other party members could land another hit.

Lae’zel was a flurry of strikes, one after the other, each enemy dropping with a thud before they could so much as raise a shield in defense. Her blade cut through their armor, and with each slice, she couldn’t help but to associate it with the final blow that cut you down. Each wet shluk as her sword went through reminded her of the very sound of your own flesh giving way to iron. She didn’t even feel the blood washing over her enough to get to relish in the victory– this was no victory.

“They’re all gone, soldier,” came Karlach’s small, but steady voice, though Lae’zel still felt rage, she couldn’t shake it…

It was a familiar feeling her people associated with, almost like lifelong friends, but this was driven by a loss that she had yet to experience, and she was damn near close to cursing the Comet himself for allowing such a person like yourself to come into her life and just… change her very being… or at least her standards. But she was cursing you.

Cursing you for coming into her life, showing her tolerance, showing her affection, showing her love… and then just as you had gotten her to fall, you fell at her feet in a pool of your own blood. Lae’zel’s grip around her silver sword tightened, her form trembling in a mix of rage, sorrow, and hatred. Hatred at those who killed you, hatred for you for how easily you went down, but mostly, hatred for herself for not throwing her own body on the blade before it could ever reach your perfect skin.

“Lae’zel… love,”

The sword dropped as did her mouth. Right… You were intelligent enough to stock up on Scrolls of Revivify when the party was last in Baldur’s Gate. Lae’zel pulled herself together, grabbed her sword, and regained her signature scowl.

“I suggest we keep moving forward unless anyone is seriously injured… then we head for camp and rest… no matter, Tav, I need you in my sight at all times,” You couldn’t help the smile when she took your hand in her own, checked you over once for any lingering injuries, and pressed on before anyone could even answer her question.

Karlach –

Gravity was betraying Karlach on this particular day in so many ways. The way her stomach was dropping to her feet had her fighting back the urge to puke. The lightness of her soul wanting to leave behind the overheating engine that kept her in place. It was all so disorienting, but most of all was the gravity that dragged your body down into the abyss, completely disappearing from sight.

“NOOO!” she bellowed, fire engulfing her body, threatening all who were foolish enough to draw close.

“Karlach! It’s okay!” insisted Shadowheart urgently, “Their soul, look!”

Karlach always knew your soul would have a calming aura about it. The tiny, cool, blue ball of light was beckoning the fiery red that was Karlach’s being. There was still a stray archer somewhere out of sight, but that was of no concern to her. She needed to get to you, to protect you… She had to nourish your soul, feed it life from one of the scrolls that had to have been crafted from the very Gods themselves

You two still had so much left to explore together… The party had just encountered Dammon and had supplied enough infernal iron to ensure an upgrade to Karlach’s engine. Boy did you two celebrate that night after she received her first real hug in a decade. It was all fire and all passion, and that was everything that Karlach needed in life. You were everything she needed.

So forgive her if she refused to give you up so easily after finally, finally receiving the happiness she was denied for so long. She’s done her waiting… Ten years of it! In Avernus… You didn’t give up on her, not when a misguided Wyll had sent you on a path to kill her, and not when you found out she was a ticking time bomb waiting to blow. She would fight through all Nine Realms of the Hells to do the same for you.

Karlach reached the floating orb that was your soul, forced herself to relax enough to extinguish her own flames, and cradled it in her palms as if it was the grandest treasure in the world… to Karlach, it was the world. She had the world in the palm of her hands and she couldn’t help but burst into tears. You were too good to have had any hiccup in your heartbeat, to have been taken so early that Karlach had to bend the very will of fate to bring you back.

“Call me selfish, I don’t give a shit,” Karlach muttered to anyone who was listening. No one would dare to argue her in such a state as this

Gently repositioning your soul into one palm, Karlach reached into her pocket and withdrew a Scroll of Revivify. She swaddled the orb in the scroll, as if tucking it into a warm blanket on a cold night before bringing the entirety of it to her lips and whispering the incantation as if it were a prayer. Your body materialized before the party’s very eyes and you soon found yourself pulled into Karlach’s crushing embrace before she apologized and supplied a Potion of Supreme Healing.

“Try to stay on firm ground from now on, eh?”

Minthara –

Oh Gods, oh Hells, oh shit… May the Gods grant mercy on the soul that decides to cleave your soul from your body, leaving you a mangled mess of what Minthara had come to claim as hers. She was not finished with you and the rush of high you brought with, and she would part the Heavens or douse the Hells to rip you back into her life, and she was about to demonstrate such at this very moment.

Gortash was a formidable foe, he was Chosen for a reason… and that was because Minthara thought herself too good to be a God’s plaything. Second best must answer to her scorn and no longer will anyone question that the wrath of Minthara could shake even the Gods.

The entire scene shifted, and no more were Gortash’s semi-invisible minions, or his tangible, looming fist. He was on his knees, a quivering mess as he gazed into Minthara’s eyes and saw nothing but his own pitiful reflection.

At last, there was a change in her features as a cruel grin slowly twisted the edges of her lips. She would draw this out and savor every last scream he had to offer. It was one thing to threaten the safety of the entire world, but to outright target and end your life, with Minthara standing there no less… it was a direct insult and a loss that she couldn’t even really bring herself to feel.

Minthara is calculating, and while she refuses to ever witness your soul leave your body again, she also knew that she was resourceful if not intimidating. There were ways of bringing you back to life, and every option was at her fingertips, it was just a matter of who or what she wanted to exploit.

After driving a dagger straight through Grotash’s eye and into his skull, Minthara hardly even basked in the quivering of his pained body as he dropped and convulsed in a pool of his own blood. No, she was too busy turning towards Shadowheart and barking orders.

“You! Call upon your deity and demand them to revive your allies with half their health. I’m aware that you are granted this wish only once, and I have yet to have seen you use it.” It was done with only a minimal amount of glaring, and suddenly you were stiffly rising to your feet with a groan.

“You were careless with your life, and I am severely unappreciative of that… You would do best to not piss me off as such again, okay?”

You were nodding along without a word, but you couldn't help the flutter of your newly restarted heart when Minthara carefully put her arm around your shoulder as a means to both guide and protect you from what more is to come.

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enbysanavi · 4 months

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RE:V lords and Mother Miranda with a ghoul reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

There was always something off about you.

You never seemed to tire after long hours of work at her castle, you never shied away from cleaning duty in the dungeon like the others and most importantly you seemed to never bleed.

As a vampire that was one of the first things she noticed about you but never thought to bring it up.

She noticed your lack of heartbeat and lack of smell that usually came with the maids.

Normally she would just leave it alone because you did your job well and did tasks that nobody else wanted to do.

One night when everything was winding down for the evening, she heard the sound of a window breaking.

Usually she would summon her daughters to deal with the intruder but due to it being a colder winter she opted to do it herself.

When she got down to the kitchen she was surprised to see that the intruder’s chest had caved in and his cheeks were sunken. It was like all the air was sucked out of him and he was left as a husk.

She was even more surprised to see you there with an expression similar to a child who got caught stealing cookies.

You had small almost see through horns poking out from your hair. Your skin had turned to a pale grey and you had claws.

“Well, this is a surprise turn of events but not an unexpected one.”

You two had a long chat about what exactly you were.

You explained that you were an air ghoul and escaped from hell to enjoy life on the mortal side of the earth.

She asked if you were happy with serving her and you said yes. After all you got fed human food, were surrounded by humans and got to be in the presence of other unearthly creatures.

You also said that you sucked the air from the intruder because he scared you when you were trying to get a midnight snack.

She sighs and realised that you may be just as much of a handful as her daughters

Karl Heisenberg

Heisenberg smelled smoke when he entered the factory. It wasn’t an uncommon smell but he smelled it more that usual.

When he found you sitting with some of his creations with your arm on fire and marshmallows dangling above the flame he does a double take.

“What. The. Fuck???”

He is so confused.

From what he knew you were just a normal human and yet you were roasting marshmallows off of a flame that covered your entire arm.

You wave at him before tossing a roasted marshmallow at his head.

He catches it and eats it

He shoes away his creations before sitting on a crate in front of you with a bewildered expression.

He asks for an explanation and you tell him your a fire ghoul but just wanna chill up on earth for a bit.

Bewilderment is replaced with excitement.

You bet he wants to figure out a way to combine his powers and yours for an ultimate power up.

Heisenberg is a man of many talents and one of those talents is causing mayhem against Mother Miranda.

“Just think: flaming metal! It would be great!”

You go along with it because of course! This man wants to cause chaos and what else are you supposed to do up on the surface?

Donna Beneviento

Angie had finally convinced Donna to hire a new gardener.

After the last gardener died she was hesitant to allow anyone else close to her again but the plants were growing too much and she could barely keep up.

You had been on the earth for a few months now and decided that staying close to your element would be the best plan so seeing that add for a gardener was a blessing.

When you first met Donna and Angie you were taken to their uniqueness and enjoyed working for the two.

Angie was seen around you more than Donna but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sense her.

She walked on the very ground that you started to tame and once the earth around her mansion was yours, nobody could sneak up on you.

Donna truely figured out something was different about you when you purposely stepped out of Donna’s way when she was supposed to be invisible to your eyes.

Donna kept a closer eye on you through her dolls. Often gifting you one in return for your hard work.

Through the eyes of her dolls was when she first saw you.

Your green skin and brown ram-like horns that curled around your face. The way that the ground moulded and changed to your will was terrifying and interesting to Donna.

She hesitantly started to show herself to your non-green and horned form whenever you would tend to the garden in front of her house.

The conversations would be pretty one sided but as time went on Donna spoke more and more to you, eventually asking about the green skin and horns.

You confess that you’re not human and in fact an earth ghoul that just wanted to become more in touch with your element.

Donna couldn’t help but feel better that your reasoning was so pure.

She offered for you to stay in your natural form if it was more comfortable for you and reassured you than nobody would see you like that if you didn’t want them to.

You felt comforted by Donna’s presence and openness about your natural appearance and you only hopped she felt the same when she showed you her scar.

Angie loved to sit on your shoulders and hold onto your horns, always saying how she could ride the mighty ram into battle.

Salvatore Moreau

It starts small when he notices that someone else is in his waters.

He and his fish are usually the only thing that swim in the village since the villagers are too scared to.

When he spots blue skin in murky green water he gets excited at the idea of a new friend.

Spotting the blue skinned creature was easier than catching you because you were much smaller than he was.

You didn’t have a tail like he did but you could see much clearly under water and evade his capture.

It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt you, he just wanted to meet you and meet someone else who has an affinity for water.

Slowly but surely he was able to coax you out of your hiding spot and onto the shore. He was curious on how someone that looked human could crept for the blue skin and small silver horns, found it’s way into his territory.

You explained that you wanted to see the ocean but only got this far and that you were at water ghoul.

He excitedly told you that there were other lakes around the village that he could take you to.

When you confessed that you only liked his lake because there weren’t any people except for him and his fish he tried to make the water as enjoyable as possible for you.

Mother Miranda

Since you first came to the village she knew you weren’t human. You looked human and ate human food but there was just a strange aura around you.

You weren’t disturbing any of her plans or experiments so she left you alone for the time being.

When you sat on top of her chapel just to get a better look at the stars, she confronted you.

She landed beside you and asked not so calmly why you were on her chapel.

You explained that you leaned no harm and just wanted to see the stars better. After all the village didn’t have the best views.

You were much more calm than anyone else.

Mother Miranda just sighed and offered to show you better spots to see the stars that weren’t on her roof.

She showed you a few places and even varied you to the top of Lady Dimitrescu’s castle because what could Alcina do? It wasn’t like she was going to say no to Miranda.

It became a little tradition for Miranda to meet you at night and watch the night sky with you.

When you confessed to being not human she said she already knew but didn’t know what you were.

You said you were a quintessence ghoul and simply wanted to see the sky.

She was impressed to see a ghoul out in the real world and asked if you could help her with her experiments.

Since you had a lot of free time in the day you agreed.

#nonbinary #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #salvatore moreau #Salvatore Moreau x reader #mother miranda x reader #mother Miranda #ghost band

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tenebrous-if · 23 days

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hello hello! thanks for putting your idea out in the world! looking forward to seeing where it goes!

so, i had a question. You said the Swan Princess inspired the A romance. If it isn't a spoiler, could you share any other media that inspired the other ships? Songs, books, etc. Thanks!

These choices don’t have to do with just the romance with the MC — more so their character in general and how that’ll translate into said romance.

Astorian/Astoria:

Song (Character) — Don’t Fail Me Now

Song (Romance) — Ships in the Night || Dancing With Your Ghost

Character(s) — Derek (Swan Princess), Jon Snow (GoT), Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games), and Eddard Stark (GoT).

William/Wilhelmina:

Song (Character) — That’s The Way It Is

Song (Romance) — Armor || Can You Hold Me

Character(s) — Alistair (DA:O), Cullen (DA:I), Teresa Lisbon (The Mentalist), and Jorah Mormont (GoT).

Gabriel/Gabrielle:

Song (Character) — Calls Me Home

Song (Romance) — Would You Still Love Me || The Words

Character(s) — Maura Isles (Rizzoli & Isles), Leliana (DA:O), Patrick Jane (The Mentalist), Donna Beneviento (RE:V), and Jack Sparrow (PotC).

Ilyran/Ilyria:

Song (Character) — Icarus

Song (Romance) — Fire on Fire || Run Like A River

Character(s) — Mother Miranda (RE:V), Daenerys Targaryen (GoT), (bits of) Cersei Lannister (GoT), Morrigan (DA:O), Lexa (The 100).

#tenebrous if #asks #ro: astorian/astoria #ro: ilyran/ilyria #ro: gabriel/gabrielle #ro: william/wilhelmina

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ningflrtz · 1 year

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ODD!?#%

THEATRE-5?!RE:VE

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team-avia · 4 months

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This is literally me playing through the routes, taking notes, and proceeding to resist the urge to my current slowburn RE:V fic into a college au fic/spin off

Would it ever get finished? Probably not

Would it make me forget my current project that’s like 100k words now? Possibly

Will this stop me from drafting it? Hell no

I hope y’all are proud of this brainrot cuz I read this instead of prepping for my irl finals so thx <3

Stay strong ✊😔 ( Or not if you wanna give in and go for it c: People would definitely enjoy it)

Arla

#mail 💌#arlamod💙#sorry for robbing your of finals prep #oops

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terribletrollstbh · 4 months

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While Uunive can appreciate a good Carnivale, this year the Blood and Candy theme called to her more!

Pulling inspiration from the vampires of RE:V, Uunive's dress is supposed to evoke Lady D's iconic dress with a more daring cut and filigree trim, while her necklace is inspired by the chokers the Dimitrescu daughters wear.

Bloody dye splatters were added along the edges to evoke a "Massacre at 5pm, Formal Event at 6pm" vibe. The fur stole was added to help keep her warm with all that skin exposed- this dress is backless, after all!

And of course, you can't attend a masquerade without a mask!

Once again, please open in a new tab to see all the detail

#terribletrolls art #uunive semreh #12th perigee ball 2023 #i was SUPPOSED to draw contrastparadoxx's Meiser to go with her- they're attending as platonic dates #but as with every year december goes by in a blink and i procrastinated too much rifp 💀#ill try and bang out a sketch at least

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tirsynni · 1 year

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BIG agree about their relationship; I really love their dynamic and how they're equals to each other, the way few others are, so more of that pls! and 'feud' might have been the wrong word to use re what I meant about RE:V. more like, I personally felt that leon's question to chris and chris' answer wasn't quite resolved? which feels important bcs that question seems to embody where each characters head is at atp in time and they didn't seem to reach an understanding at the end. idk, thoughts?

I agree with you there: the ending drove me nuts. It felt like Leon was asking a serious question and Chris was too busy riding the high of victory (and adrenaline) to pay any real attention to the question, nonetheless provide a sincere answer. When Chris answers with a joke, Leon goes along with it and tries to match the more relaxed mood, and I doubt he brings it up again.

These are bits of conflict that I really, really wish I saw more in fics: Chris and Leon are so dramatically different when it comes to experiences and perspectives. People write fics where the conflict is that they hate each other (see my previous posts on why I hate that) when this conflict is already there. These two absolutely trust each other but their views on the world are so insanely different, and the end of Vendetta shows how it can present problems in their relationship, whether you make it romantic or platonic.

Chris has always been in some position of authority, power, and independence. He's always had the ability to fight and, possibly more importantly, react. When he's done with one fight, yeah, there's probably more fights in the future, maybe even related to this current fight, but he's pretty much done. He's a soldier, a fighter. Organizations like TerraSave handle the clean-up. Other divisions of the BSAA probably help with the clean-up, too, and probably investigations. But in this situation, with Arias, once Arias was defeated, Chris's part was probably done. Debriefings, yeah, but I doubt much else and I doubt that he deals with any significant repercussions from his more dramatic actions. He has the freedom to go after and fight his enemies. He has the power and authority to face minimal repercussions. He gets the victory from defeating Arias and I doubt he has to deal with any of the other issues involved with having a battle in a major city like that: the bloody, nasty aftermath is not his problem.

Leon? From the beginning, he's been involved in an uphill battle. He's had very, very few clear-cut victories. Leon definitely has power and authority by the time we see him in Vendetta but there's always a sword over his head. He's not a soldier working with fellow soldiers like Chris: his first day of work involved him shooting the people who should have been his coworkers, shooting the people who put up a welcome banner for him, and then he's tossed into a viper's nest. He's forced to work for same government that bombed Raccoon City or they kill a little girl. He's surrounded by enemies with no idea who to trust, and often when he does trust someone, he's betrayed later. In Damnation, when he thinks he's making the right choices and fighting the good fight, he discovers at the end that it was a set up from the start. Leon always sticks with his morals and beliefs, and that has to be exhausting when he can't just go "I believe THIS so I'm going to do THIS and I'm going to have a clear victory from it." In his position, he has to bend and be creative and think long-term instead of aiming for an immediate victory. It sounds exhausting with minimal relief in sight.

Chris is a captain and a soldier; Leon is a weapon and a spy. Chris is surrounded by his fellow soldiers, people he can trust. Leon is either alone or with a possible enemy. This has been the status quo for them for over a decade. Just think about that: there is a fifteen-year difference between RE2 and RE6. Leon was just old enough to drink in RE2. By Vendetta, he's edging closer to 40 and Chris is around 40. Years of living like that has to sink deep into the bone. Can Leon even remember how idealistic he was in RE2? Can he relate anymore or is RE2!Leon a complete stranger now? I imagine there's been a hell of a shift for Chris, too, but for him? The core has never really changed.

Vendetta begins and ends with Chris and Leon being in similar positions with dramatically different outlooks. They face tragedies at the beginning. Chris responds with rage and charging forward, determined to stop Arias no matter the cost, including dragging Rebecca and Leon into it. Seriously, neither Rebecca or Leon probably should have been involved and probably wouldn't have been cleared for duty if it wasn't for certain high-level people pushing for it. Leon's position is less clear-cut. Again he was betrayed. Again he was helpless to protect people under his watch. He's exhausted, hiding, licking his wounds, and Chris doesn't respond well to that because the enemy is clear to him when to Leon, the enemy has never, ever been clear. At the end, Chris is cheered by his victory. He had targeted Arias, and now the battle is done. Yay! Leon's exhausted. He knows this isn't the end. He knows that, yes, they defeated one bad guy, but the mess went so much deeper than just Arias.

So Leon asks a serious question and Chris can't hear it and Leon doesn't ask again. Like you see him in previous movies and games, Leon goes quiet and just smiles and hides a thousand secrets behind his teeth while Chris, clever as he is, never notices.

I would love the new movie to address this, but I'm not holding out hope. They like to present problems and not the solutions, which makes sense, as it leaves things open for future possibilities.

#anonymous #meta #i love their different outlooks #i love the opportunities presented with these contrasts #wish i saw more dealing with it

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reviseleviathan · 16 days

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[fic] hit the showers

[AO3 link]

Rating: M

Pairing: Momo/Yuki

Yuki's never quite been as good with stamina as Momo is, but if nothing else, he can rely on his partner to make sure he's taken care of even when he's pushed to the limit.

re:v week day 2 featuring momo attending to yuki a lot and me being obliged to fit in a reference to that one chat where okarin talks about momo's aftercare skills

#idolish7 #i7 #re:vale #momo #yuki #momoyuki #re:vale week 2024 #momose sunohara #yukito orikasa #revise can't write

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thepaintedlady00 · 7 months

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Alright everyone! Update time 😂 I'm sick so I haven't been getting as much writing done as I'd like, but I am working on Nightshade Chapter 22. I do, however, have a question for y'all.

There are still like 30 or more chapters of Nightshade, but I'm really itching to write more just because I know a lot of y'all have been waiting for some of the other series to drop for a while and I don't wanna get burnt out of Nightshade content/inspiration. So I've been thinking that after Chapter 22 of Nightshade I'll take a bit of a break to post a few chapters of the Resident Evil fic as well as The Batman fic.

Obviously I'll give y'all a voice here so I know if the majority of you just want me to focus solely on Nightshade or if everyone's kinda wanting a bit more content. 😊

As always thank you all so much!

#fic: nightshade #sweetbitter #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil village fandom #sweetbitter jake #jake sweetbitter #resident evil karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #re village #the batman 2022 #the batman fanfic #the batman #battinson fanfiction #fanfiction

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marsalta-alt · 11 months

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Oh well

Y'know Malevolent reminds me of Resident evil village somehow

Well it reminds me of a mix of things, but one is RE:V

Pfft

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zinezyme · 1 year

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ZINE PREVIEW: Lucifer = Lady Dimitrescu (RE:V)

ARTIST: @noecoded

PREORDERS: Feb 21 - Mar 21 💙 https://antiluciferzine.bigcartel.com/

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obm #obm lucifer #fanzine #zine #resident evil village

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enbysanavi · 4 months

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RE:V Lords and Mother Miranda with a reader that was in a band

Alcina Dimitrescu

When she figures out that one of her maids has a talent for playing piano, she approached you to ask where you learned.

When you tell her that you had been playing for a few years she offered you extra pay to play whenever she had guests over.

It wasn’t until Bela asked you to tutor her in the piano that Alcina figures out that your skills don’t just lay with piano playing but singing as well.

The curiosity burns inside of her and she asks if you were in a band before you came to work for her.

You hesitantly say yes.

When she hears your hesitation she wants to ask more but decided to let it go for now.

She seeks out the Duke and asks him if he can get any information on you and your band.

A month later and there are a few records delivered to the castle. Alcina sits in one of her arm chairs with a glass of wine as she listened to your band.

She is… surprised when she hears the satanic verses hidden within the music.

When she hears you sing though…

She is in awe

After all she too was in a band herself but that was many years ago.

Your band was more modern and even then it wasn’t liked due to its imagery.

She can’t help but wonder if the rumour of the band members being demons was real

Karl Heisenberg

When the man finds hears you talking with another factory worker about how you used to be the lead guitarist in a band he is instantly curious.

Being someone who only has been hearing old music on the radio for all the years he has been here, naturally he would want something new.

Heisenberg never usually goes to The Duke, much preferring to just get things himself.

So when he returns with a guitar and an amp he summons you to his office in the factory and demands (asks) you to play for him.

You’re confused by finding a guitar in your hands after all this time made you happy to preform even if it was for a scruffy guy like Heisenberg.

He had never heard rock music like that before.

From that moment on he wanted you to play music for him.

He didn’t care what your life was before the factory, he was just impressed that you could play.

Not so secretly he wanted to get some bigger amps and play your shredding outside of Miranda’s lab.

Donna Beneviento

Donna hates loud noises. It scares her and makes her want to crawl into a hole and hide away.

She didn’t like loud music either so when you casually mention you were in a band that has albums that were considered heavy metal, she was iffy.

Angie on the other hand was ecstatic. She wanted to hear you play all of the drum solos that you said you mastered over the course of a few months.

You didn’t want to scare Donna away, especially after working so hard to coax her out of her shell so you came up with an alternative.

You got some vinyl records from Duke and offered to quietly play them for Donna and Angie.

Don’t get Donna wrong.

She loves that you used to be in a band. She loves that’s you are still passionate about music now.

You got the vinyl from Duke and played it for the two.

Angie loved it, she jumped up and down excitedly as she listened to the record.

Donna was more calm with her praise.

She bobbed her head along approvingly and after the vinyl was over she told you that you played wonderfully but if you were to ever pick up drumming again then please don’t do it in the house.

Moreau Salvator

The first thing he knew about you is that you talked a lot about a type of fish.

He was confused on why you liked fish so much but maybe that was why you lived so close to the reservoir.

When he worked up the confidence to talk to you and ask why you liked fish so much you laughed.

He instantly felt bad that you were laughing at him before you reassured him that you weren’t.

You told him that you played an instrument called a Bass but you also liked fish too.

He wanted to know more about an instrument named after a fish and how you became such a good player.

When you told him that you used to play in a band he was excited and asked you to play for him.

You hesitantly told him that the Bass wasn’t really a main instrument even though it was just as important as other instruments.

He never thought that he would relate with an instrument but here he was.

He still wanted you to play for him so you agreed.

Even though the Bass was quiet he quickly grew to like it and you playing it for him.

He even asked for you to teach him one day even though he has webbed hands.

Mother Miranda.

You were just a normal villager when Mother Miranda stumbled upon you.

You wanted to bring colour to the village by playing music at the local pub.

She wanted to know why there seemed to be an extra perk in her villager’s steps.

So she followed a few villages in a disguise to make her look just like any other woman.

When she found you drawing a crowd while playing the guitar she was curious. She had never heard of any villager playing an instrument.

She couldn’t help but follow you to your humble cottage away from the rest of the village.

You had inherited the cottage from an old family friend who’s last wish was for the cottage to be lived in.

Mother Miranda watched you as you played and enjoyed the simple music you played.

When she approached you in a disguise she asked you how you became such a talented guitarist.

You sheepishly confessed that you were only a rhythm guitarist and not a lead.

She couldn’t see why you spoke with such hesitancy. You played well even if you weren’t a lead guitarist.

“I see no band here other than yourself. You are the lead guitarist in this village whether you like it or not”

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