#and of course there are zombies

[detectivesebcas]

Promptober 2024 Day 32- RE Crossover (AU)

Thank you everyone who has submitted prompts and followed the stories this Promptober! It's been a lot of fun, and I am always so happy to see people still active in the fandom. Take care, and Happy November!

Prompt: RE Crossover

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical gore

Sebastian pulls his jeep into a Mizoil gas station just outside of Raccoon City.  He could probably make it to the police department on what he’s got left in the tank, but it never hurts to be prepared.  He runs his credit card and starts the gas flowing before staring off down the highway.

Everything was going fine until yesterday.  He’d passed all of the screenings, and they had finished processing his transfer from Krimson to the Raccoon City Police Department, but then all communication from the recruiter who hired him ceased abruptly.  At first, he figured there was some kind of problem with his email, but the phones at the department were also down, and when he tried to contact other local emergency services, no one picked up there either.

Now there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.  Just yesterday he was so excited to start his new job, but he’s not even thinking about that anymore.  Something is very wrong in Raccoon City, and he’s going to find out what.

His thoughts are interrupted by a loud crash from inside the gas station convenience store.  He whips around to face it and realizes for the first time that the lights inside are off, which is weird, because it’s only 9:00 PM and this seems like the kind of place that’s open twenty-four hours anyway.

He starts to move toward the door, alert for any other movement or noises, but he’s only made it a few steps when a loud crack cuts through the air- the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.  It’s followed by several more, and Sebastian breaks into a jog, reaching the front door of the store at the same time as someone else hits it from the other side.

Sebastian quickly steps back, pulling the door open, and the other man stumbles out onto the pavement.  He’s a few inches shorter than Sebastian with black hair that flops into his face but doesn’t hide his panicked expression.  He’s dressed casually, in a black T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and motorcycle boots, but Sebastian’s eyes go immediately to the gun in his hand, mind racing as he tries to figure out if this is a threat.

The man shakes his head vigorously and points to the open door beside Sebastian, and when Sebastian turns his head he can see why.  Three figures are moving toward the open door, but their movements are stiff, jerky, and somehow inhuman.  They stagger forward, arms outstretched, and one of them emits a sort of forlorn wail as it shambles toward the door.

Sebastian stares, dumbfounded as it closes in on him, but he can’t make sense of what he’s seeing.  The man’s skin is pale, almost gray, and it’s peeling off in places, as though he’s decaying right in front of him.  His mouth hangs slack, and the odor is indescribable.

“Do something!” the man beside him shouts, and that jolts Sebastian out of his trance.

His hand goes to the pistol in his holster, and he draws it, aims, and pulls the trigger in one fluid motion, sending the first man careening onto the floor.  The other two are not dissuaded at all, and they continue forward, stumbling over the first man’s body as they reach for Sebastian.

He fires again and again, only stopping when they are both on the floor as well.  Adrenaline is surging through him, and his heart is pounding in his ears, almost as loud as the gunshots.  He slowly lowers his arm, hand shaking as he holsters his weapon.

“Nice shooting,” the man beside him says, sounding genuinely impressed.

“Thanks,” Sebastian replies, blinking slowly as he tries to process what just happened.  His relief that the threat is neutralized is tempered by horror at the bizarre scene in front of him and the dawning realization that he’s just shot three people.  “I guess-”

His words are cut off by a shout of warning from the other man, and he spins to see that there are more figures approaching from all sides.  They’re almost completely surrounded, and there are already several of them in between him and his jeep.

“Quick!” the man says, “This way!”

Sebastian turns to follow him as he sprints down the sidewalk, darting around the corner of the gas station to where a motorcycle is parked.

“Get on!” the man snaps, already throwing his leg over the seat.

Sebastian doesn’t ask any questions.  He straddles the motorcycle behind his new companion just as the engine roars to life and the bike lurches forward.  Sebastian has to throw an arm around the other man’s waist to keep from being unseated, but he manages to get his balance and find the footrests as they tear out of the parking lot.

“What happened back there?” he shouts as they race down the highway, weaving in and out between stopped cars and more of the strange, lurching figures.  “Was there some kind of disease outbreak?”

It doesn’t quite fit what he just saw, but it’s his best guess.

“No idea,” the man calls back.

“Who are you?”

“Stefano.”

“I’m Sebastian.  I was supposed to be starting at the police department tomorrow, but they went offline.  Now I don’t know what the hell is happening.”

He braces himself as Stefano aims for a very tight space between a car and the guardrail, but they shoot through without touching either of them.

“My sister’s a police officer in Raccoon City,” Stefano says.  “I haven’t been able to reach her either.”  There’s a long pause before he adds.  “It sounds like we both may find some answers at the police station.”

“Then that’s our next stop,” Sebastian agrees.

Stefano nods and accelerates down the highway.  The wind whips his hair back into Sebastian’s face, but Sebastian’s arm is locked around his waist.  He just manages to read the writing on a large, illuminated billboard as they fly by.

Welcome to Raccoon City

Home of Umbrella

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

ghost horses

GHORSES

[timethehobo]

Sketchy thingy. It’s literally releasing this week ahhh.

[grow-bettah]

to reiterate my statement from a few posts ago. Have some Cleo art!

[schoolspiritsfan14]

HE AINT A SNACK HE A FULL COURSE GOOD LORD 🤤🤤🤤

[darkwood-sleddog]

Photos cannot capture how sweet and perfect this girl is

[freakmonster9000]

for all the zombietofen fans out there

[agentark]

In the Town of Fernweh, Near the Bed and Breakfast…

"Your plan was to visit Fernweh for a few days, so you knew that staying in a homier setting was necessary, but it wasn't supposed to be for this long."

My sims 4 rendition of the bed & breakfast from The Fernweh Saga!

Exterior front/rear, plus the random rooftop chill zone I made for no reason

Entryway and hallway

Kitchen!

The Dorran Art Studio!

S Dorran's Bedroom and Rainforest Respite

Cat's Cradle and Nautical Nap

Safari Slumber and Rockin' Rest

Futuristic Futon, Zombie Zen, Royal Retreat

This all took me ~2 weeks of work on and off! It's definitely not perfect, but it was fun to do! In my head, the b&b's hallways and rooms are always shifting and labyrinthine, which was pretty impossible to capture.

Every room has a matching attached bathroom! Out of everything, the back porch and the kitchen are the closest to how I pictured them in my head.

[chemicalcindercat]

Ethereal/Deity Batfam AU I'm playing around with:

-Bruce is a karma deity, meaning he can sense how good or bad a person is. It's way more complicated than that, because humans are complicated, so most of the time he ignores peoples' auras. However if someone is particularly good or evil, Bruce can pull some strings in the universe so that they will be rewarded or punished appropriately.

-This comes in handy during his work as Batman because he can sense which of the criminals are decent people acting out of desperation (and send some good vibes their way so hopefully they can make a better choice) and which ones enjoy hurting people (to which he will send the bad vibes towards). He doesn't kill, but on the rare instance he feels someone really deserves it, he can pull some strings to make their life fall completely apart.

-Dick is a sleep demon. He can make people fall asleep or wake up, can influence their dreams (sometimes even weave them from scratch), and on occasion he can view or enter someone's dream (he could theoretically also use this to communicate with someone in a coma). When Bruce approached him that fateful night at the circus, Dick was crying because he thought his parents were dreaming but he couldnt see their dreams or wake them up.

-As Robin, he can easily put a group of people into a deep sleep and give them good dreams while he's at it (or terrible nightmares if he's pissed off). He also uses this ability on Bruce (and his future siblings) a few different times when the man is denying himself sleep.

-When Bruce finds and adopts Jason, he's a normal human kid up until his death. He is resurrected and given a job as a reaper. His task is to collect people's souls as they die and take them to the afterlife to be with their loved ones. He looses his physical form after he dies and becomes formed from literal shadows; however most people can't see his true form, so when he collects souls he takes on the appearance of either the person's closest loved one, or whatever idea of the grim reaper/death they believe in. (Dick, Bruce, and Alfred still see him as the Jason they knew before he died, because of how much they loved him.)

-When he collects the souls of criminals or other people he feels don't deserve eternal peace, he simply decides to keep their souls for himself. (Perhaps he keeps them locked up, or devours them, idk how dark I want to be with this yet.) Sometimes he has to collect the souls of children too, and it's his least favorite thing in the entire world, but he does his best to make them feel safe and comfortable as he carries them to the afterlife. (He always takes kids to the afterlife.)

I'm not sure about the rest of the bats yet, so if anyone wants to share their thoughts or ideas please feel free! I'd love to make this into a series once the rest of the ideas form, but for now I have a different Batfam WIP to focus on.

[ari-dark-raiden-simp]

Young Raiden started from "I don't wanna leave my village" state to getting banished to the void because of dark power that he can't control it

Putting this together make it a brutal, fked up story of his life 🙊

[iambadatsocializing]

I HAD MY MOM NAME THE LIFERS. Burt and Hehe are my favorites.

SHE THOUGHT REN WAS MICHEAL JACKSON. I CANTTTTTTTTTTT

Template from @artzykrowz (I think)

I made 2 of my sisters do one as well.

[zombiedeers]

One day I'll make "In Defense of The Muppets Take Manhattan" because it's my favourite Muppet Movie ever and I really only ever see people talking about how it's pretty mid and if I must be THE Muppets Take Manhattan enjoyer then I WILL BE and I will defend it like it is my child

[moontheyo]

I think we should make content between Ultimis Richtofen and the Shadowman more often. It would be so cool.... /nf

[chais-corner]

THIS IS FOR A MINECRAFT AU

cain beating himself up over the fact he didn't work for his position in any facet of his career (even from the start, when he was a child picked up by the schola progenium) meanwhile yarrick fought and worked for his position (even from the start, as an orphan fighting to survive as his homeworld was invaded by orks)

yarrick beating himself up over the fact that he should have been like cain. he should have been better. cain was a much better commissar than he was—his title proves it. cain was the hero of the imperium, yarrick was simply the hero of a single planet.

of course, it's not like their titles mean anything anymore, since they're... somewhere else. certainly nowhere in the imperium! (continued in the tags)

[kylewalker-peters]

the thing is MY team are a family and there are so many intricate dynamics and relationships and friendships at play and every other team is full of work colleagues that barely know each other beyond maybe someone's coffee order or the person with the stinkiest feet in the dressing room. no one else has such a compelling narrative. no one else has such a lovable cast of characters. no one else is as interesting as my team.

[cutter-kirby]

I appreciate the bit where the vanguard confirmed john wasn’t lying about the stairs seeing as how john lying about things not being there is quite the touchy subject!