ammobox

[ammobox]

sorry i havent been here my friends ❤️ i do want to be here more but a. i don't have any active threads on this blog (i have some replies hanging on jen), b. i've been doing silly discord stuff, c. my real job starts on friday -- at that point i'll only be able to spend any meaningful amount of time online 2 days a week. consider this a general interactions call. i'm accepting new threads between now and friday evening, and after that i'll focus on what i have when i'm able. dm me to plot, send me memes, whatever you like! if you like this post i'll try to send you memes or dms also

[ammobox]

some of yall arent americans so reminder that japanese americans down to one-sixteenth japanese ancestry were rounded up and imprisoned under executive order 9066 (alternatively described in some cases simply as having "one drop of japanese blood") so if we're going to HAVE the conversation about how japanese is japanese enough to be worth recognizing as japanese, there's your fucking answer tbh

[ammobox]

(shaken out of my hiatus coma on my lunch break at work by a discord message from jason) (feverishly types a response and disappears again)

[ammobox]

i completely agree with everything jason said here. like jill, i'm a mixed white sansei and just because white people don't clock me as japanese doesn't mean i'm not japanese or that it wouldn't be fucking racist to pretend like i'm not. this is nightmarish. i honestly don't have much to say except that i cannot believe we're still having "who is japanese enough" discourse in 2022 and honestly it's ridiculous to say that jill was made japanese purely as a marketing ploy. she's still a japanese character written by and for japanese people, which is actually... wow, maybe that's important or something. maybe it makes her seem more relatable because it represents the heritage of the audience and artists somehow? could representation be an important concept in media?

Honestly what makes it sillier is that it is literally a common trend in Japanese marketing to make the characters partially Japanese so they're more relatable to the home audience. Its why Big Boss in MGS was originally 100% American in the 1st game then in MGS3 they retconned him to be half Japanese.

Jill was only been mentioned as being of Japanese/French descent in the original RE1 (it was a literal hype thing at E3 1995) and it has never come up ever again in the series. Plus, absolutely none of her face models have ever reflected it either.

You shouldn't be bullied because you use a faceclaim that doesn't match it lol, Neither her 2002 faceclaim or her 2019 do either, so??? What's the issue?

TIMES A BILLION.

if i hadn’t read the RE wiki page about her i wouldn’t have even known that she was supposed to be japanese . it’s not mentioned in game like at all ( if i’m wrong please show me!! ) and she doesn’t look japanese . i chose my fc based on her looks and what i wanted for the character .

and what’s more , this is a canon divergent blog !!! it’s my right on my blog to make her whatever race i want. japanese , portuguese , i mean she’s fucking african american in welcome to r.accoon city for goodness sakes .

[ammobox]

sowwy i forgot to tell anyone i was going on hiatus but i am

[ammobox]

my most self-indulgent hc is that ada has a 1987 boston whaler 170 montauk named anna may that she mods herself. original wood detailing that's her baby. she doesn't use her for high-risk work, but sometimes when she needs a real dependable boat she'll bring her out. mostly though she just goes fishing and puts higher and higher horsepower engines on

[ammobox]

tears in my eyes laughing at writing derek simmons as a dick cheney analogue (idea i just had). like it works it's solid but he's soooo fucking stupid

[ammobox]

@lasplaga || closed

𝖈  onsciousness  returns  slowly,  acrimoniously,  and  all  too  late.  first  she  sees  her  shoes  –  or  rather  one  of  them,  below  the  fluttering  of  her  dress.  the  other  one  seems  to  have  fallen  off  and  been  lost  somewhere  on  the  ground  far…  far  below.  it’s  a  good  thing  she  isn’t  scared  of  heights.  she  grunts  softly  as  she  blinks,  trying  to  get  her  eyes  to  focus.  there,  down  below,  is  leon.  she’s  always  had  a  natural  talent  for  picking  him  out  in  a  busy  scene,  and  now…  it’s  apparent  from  a  glance  that  there’s  nothing  more  she  can  do  for  him.  what’s  left  of  him  isn’t  much  to  look  at,  anyways,  so  she  averts  her  eyes.  work  the  problem  –  no  point  in  getting  emotional.

what  a  headache  –  literally  and  figuratively.  she  doesn’t  need  to  struggle  to  realize  that  she’s  been  tied  up;  lengths  of  rope  are  wound  tightly  around  her  waist  and  wrists,  from  which  she  presumes  she’s  hanging.  that’ll  leave  some  bruises.  surely  she  isn’t  going  to  be  left  up  here  to  die,  there  would  be  no  use  in  that,  but  she  isn’t  one  to  wait  and  let  the  next  big  thing  find  her.  while  there’s  not  much  a  butterfly  can  do  in  the  spider’s  web,  she  starts  to  test  the  range  of  motion  her  restraints  allow.  if  she  can  somehow  reach  the  knife  strapped  to  her  leg,  or  the  heel  of  her  shoe…  cold  wind  whips  her  hair  and  bites  at  her  skin  as  she  makes  deliberate,  balanced  movements  like  a  strange  aerialist,  trying  not  to  disturb  anyone  or  anything  particularly  mutated  and  irritable.   

[ammobox]

tyrantype·:

          albert  doesn’t  consider  himself  a  temperamental  man;  maintaining  a  strict  air  of  impassivity  at  all  times  is  a  natural  skill  that  he  has  honed  into  something  of  an  art  form  over  the  years.  ada’s  facetious  little  diatribe  only  burrows  under  his  skin  because  he  knows  that’s  what  she’s  trying  to  do.  and  still,  he  remains  stony-faced  as  ever—  though,  albert  does  allow  himself  the  small  pettiness  of  noting,  ‘  inappropriately  preoccupied  with  personal  appearance  ‘  as  his  next  note.  

          then,  ada’s  one-woman  play  comes  to  a  close  with  her  pressing  her  face  against  the  mirror,  and  albert’s  expression  misshapes  itself  into  a  snarl.  nothing  in  him  can  articulate  exactly  why  that  flippant  display  is  what  sets  him  off,  but  it  does.  he  stares  at  her,  eyes  boring  into  the  glass,  hoping  she  can  feel  his  contempt.  and  then,  with  the  suddenness  of  a  light  being  flicked  off,  albert  relaxes.  reassumes  his  position  in  his  chair,  legs  crossed  neatly—  ada  isn’t  worth  his  ire,  he  decides.  if  she  wants  to  parade  herself  around  like  a  fool,  even  if  she  believes  it  to  be  at  his  expense,  that’s  her  prerogative.  all  the  animosity  from  just  moments  before  has  been  drained  from  his  voice  entirely  when  he  leans  into  the  microphone  once  more  and  says,  “  please  step  away  from  the  glass,  miss  wong.  “  

          he  studies  her  without  the  caustic  heat  of  anger  coloring  his  view,  and  albert  determines  that,  yes,  she  is  not  worth  hating.  ‘  attention-seeking  behavior,  ‘  is  written  down  as  well.  “  let  me  remind  you  once  again—  since  i  suppose  it  bears  repeating—  that  this  is  simply  a  formality,  “  he  says  dryly,  “  the  theatrics  are  wholly  unnecessary.  nobody  else  is  watching  you,  so  if  you’re  quite  finished,  we  can  continue.  “  albert  gives  pause,  leaning  back  in  his  chair  and  bringing  the  microphone  with  him.  the  more  casual  posture  makes  him  feel  settled  back  into  his  own  skin.  “  have  you  calmed  yourself  enough  for  the  next  question,  or  should  i  give  you  more  time?  “

𝖆  cold,  sick  feeling  slithers  down  her  spine–  hard  to  say  if  she  really  does  feel  the  odium  he’s  directing  at  her,  or  if  it’s  something  carried  in  the  posture  of  the  silhouette  she  can  just  barely  make  out.  okay,  too  far.  he  clearly  isn’t  amused.  ada  always  forgets  until  she’s  at  this  point  that  as  fun  as  it  is  to  annoy  wesker,  there’s  something  deeply  disquieting  about  actually  pissing  him  off.  it  makes  her  feel  like  she  needs  to  kill  something.

not  that  she’d  let  it  show;  she  refuses  to  recoil,  as  much  as  every  instinct  tells  her  to.  her  heart  racing,  she  lets  her  hands  fall  to  her  sides  and  takes  two  steps  back  when  instructed  –  she  plays  it  like  she’s  just  doing  as  she’s  told,  like  she  isn’t  glad  for  the  excuse  to  put  that  extra  space  between  herself  and  the  violence  he  was  radiating  just  moments  ago.  maybe  it’s  best  to  respect  the  fourth  wall.  she  does,  however,  break  the  cardinal  rule  of  the  performance  by  turning  her  back  to  him,  cutting  herself  off.  a  necessary  moment  of  concealment  so  she  can  find  her  character  again.

she  uses  it  as  an  opportunity  to  pace  back  to  her  primary  set  prop,  ensuring  her  body  language  remains  languid  and  confident,  before  turning  once  again  downstage  and  pulling  herself  up  to  sit  on  the  table.  like  him,  she  reached  her  boiling  point  in  a  flash,  and  it  dissipates  just  as  fast.  “  well,  how  am  i  supposed  to  know  who’s  watching  if  i  don’t  break  curtain  a  little?  fine,  fine.  ”  a  slow,  dramatic  inhale  is  followed  by  a  slower  and  more  dramatic  exhale,  and  then  she  takes  a  shuddering  breath  as  if  coming  down  from  a  bout  of  hysterics–  which  she’s  sure  he’ll  claim  she  had.  a  brief  performance  of  recovery  satirizes  the  real  emotional  one-eighty  she  just  made,  then:  “  alright,  i’m  ready.  "

[ammobox]

when i told myself i was gonna write today i did NOT mean media analysis but i’ve spent all morning going on rants about whatever property someone mentions around me

[ammobox]

waugh veronica got me thinking about ye olde compare and contrast with ada and krauser. any krauser fans out there correct me if i'm wrong :heart: but ummm i'm thinking about (gesticulates dramatically) very similar plots and roles but vastly different Paths, wherein i would describe krauser's narrative as driven by power, and ada's as driven by the self. eg krauser chooses the path of power by infecting himself, chases power, and is ultimately driven mad by power; while ada is never infected in any game she appears in and her primary obstacles and conflicts with others come from her refusal to compromise her self by abiding by others' rules or, like, being loyal to any cause. which is the same essential conflict that permeates a lot of the villains of resident evil because of how it's reflected in infection; bows are given near-unlimited power at the expense of the self.

it reminds me of the central plot & diverging paths of sundered which is one of my favorite games ever by my favorite developer, wherein throughout the game you're given a series of choices between utilizing and destroying sources of power; if you utilize them (the "embrace" path) you gain really useful powers while being incrementally corrupted, and if you destroy them (the "resist" path) the game is significantly harder. while it is established that corruption is the wrong thing to do, there's no immediate or apparent material consequences and it literally fucking rules and makes the game easier, and only at the very end is it revealed that you have completely lost yourself via a boss fight with your own abandoned humanity and the realization that all you can do upon winning is spread the darkness in you throughout the world.

basically i can't say anything as well as wesker put it when he said "sure i'm not human anymore, but just look at the power i've gained" and krauser basically represents that "embrace" trajectory within re4. and ada is the true polar opposite of that, which is not necessarily the Forces Of Good, but essential humanity and the foresight to do things the hard way rather than accepting power and its inevitable cost. also i love sundered

[ammobox]

i did draw some of her also... long haired ada? it’s more likely than you think

[ammobox]

starter/plotting call! like this and i’ll message you:)

[ammobox]

💭

It's possible that I'm underestimating Saddler. But in all honesty, he doesn't take up much space in my mind. His motives and behaviors are reliable, and I appreciate him in that way. I can consistently expect him to play his part. Still, I shouldn't get too comfortable. He may have a few tricks up his sleeve yet.

[ammobox]

💭 yahoo ^-^

Some days it's hard to leave him. Sometimes I look in his eyes and think about how precisely I can read him, in the ways that matter. And this fear rises in my chest when I imagine that he can read me too. Still, I'm leaning in. It's exhiliarating, I'll admit. The way he trusts me feels like holding a baby; something so fragile and important. It isn't foolish, either. He's never been an idiot. I respect the active choice he makes, and I'll prove him right in making it.

[ammobox]

💭

Surely, he knows that he deserves more credit than he gets.

Tough. This is intelligence. Nobody gets into the game to see their name in lights. Of course, despite his resignation to a life of obscurity, he's still quite the romantic. The world is grand and terrible in his mind, which makes it easy to guide him from the shadows as long as I present him with an epic narrative. So I know I never have to worry about his various entanglements in my business. Like I told Wesker, he isn't a concern.

[ammobox]

💭 hehe

Unfortunately for us both, Wesker's interest got in the way of my purpose, and I couldn’t allow Umbrella to develop las plagas. I understand the consequences of that decision. I've gone up against him once before, and it isn't an experience I'm excited to repeat. Undeniably clever, it's quite likely that he will spare little expense in tracking me down and extracting the location of the Dominant-species sample from me. When it becomes clear he can’t get it back, he will kill me. That is, if he does find me. I will use every tool he's given me to ensure that never happens. There are times I'm bold enough to think that he and I are equally matched... in the type of game we like to play, not physically. Having received a few messages from him since my little European vacation, it’s entirely possible the chase hasn’t begun yet, but it’s a time bomb I can’t see the countdown on. He may well be trying to lure me into a false sense of security. I need to be more vigilant than ever.