#Residen evil 8

[gurlbesimpin]

Cosplaying my OC jasmine Crawford

Istg any fat jokes I'll get mad lol

[xamaxenta]

RESIDEN EVIL 8 AU SMASHGIUNG THRU BC I SAW LADY DIMITRESCU AND IM DOANEBF

[r3velplays]

🎮RESIDEN ELVIL 8 VILLAGE🎮

Rosemary Winters hija de el protagonista de resident evil 7 , la primera aparicion de rose es en el video juego principal como una bebe y luego apareceria en el DLC de resident evil village🎮

[highlifeboat]

not to be a bitch but im kinda growing tired of all the dub-con/coercion in this fandom like i know the dimitrescu's are villains but it doesnt mean they gotta be creeps to their romantic partners havent they ever heard of evil wives smfh.. Also I hate finding an interesting fic premise then seeing B*ladonna. Sorry if this is rude lmao just ignore me if so

I mean, No, I completely agree with you tbh.

I can't really speak for the dub-con thing because I don't read a whole lot of fanfiction stuff in this fandom (it's so much X Reader stuff and that's not my thing, or just ships im not into lol). Dub-con/coercion in general is kind of... Oof to me, I guess. Idk it makes me feel icky personally. Like if I wanna date a Dimitrescu I'd prefer it be a fully concentual thing. Like it can be done right but I don't think it should be the premise of a relationship.

Evil Wives > Dub-Con

Also the Beladonna thing I completely agree. And before I get yelled at, Everyone has a right to ship whatever. I know Donna and Bela aren't technically related. But to me it feels like shipping adopted family memebers which is just as gross as shipping blood relatives. I usually just filter the Donna/Bela tag tbh. But I have seen fics with neat premises that I don't read cause it's tagged Beladonna or Donna/Daniela or Alcina/[insert daughter]. Idk. I don't like the family being shipped together.

Mind you this is all my opinion. Do whatever, I don't care. I just don't personally like it. Which is why we have tag filters and stuff I guess lol.

[forsakenwitchery]

~ Hm. Such a handsome face.

Bela costest! There’s literally a little bit of everything in it: Morticia’s dress, Morgana’s corset, Lucy’s choker, Dolores’ wig. xD It actually looks waaay better than I thought this mashup of costumes would end up looking. As usual, you can follow me on IG if you like my costests/cosplay. :)

[sireniana]

A Gift of a Better Kind- Part Ten

The lake, or reservoir or "big ol' body of water undoubtedly containing at least one fish monster" was beautiful.

The mountains sat in its depths, as stately and imposing as usual, although slightly more rippley. Sunshine and algae collaborated to transform it into an emerald of marvelous hue, rippling from the wind, which was blowing particularly strong across the deep green surface.

Only a few shades darker than my dress.

So last night was real. Strange. It felt both like a dream and an avalanche in my mind. But there was no helping it, I was stuck with a very…. intriguing man.

Man. Since when did I call him that? He was hardly-

"G-good morning." Came the tentative croak from behind me. Speak of the devil.

"Hello." I smiled, pulling on my blindfold, "Did you end up getting any sleep last night?"

"Not really, b-but it doesn't matter. Did you?" He asked anxiously.

I considered the question. The night nothing more than a grey blur of dragons and victories.

"I don't really know." I replied after a second.

He moaned, then: "I'm so sorry, I'm such a brute for keeping you up."

That was the last straw.

"Please, stop. You're not a brute, or a fool, or any other cruel lie you seem to believe about yourself. Do I make myself clear?" I burst, unable to allow the poor man to wallow any longer.

"Yes. O-ok. I won't if you don't like it." Slowly, like the words might be met with a harsh bark of laughter or a slap.

I found myself smiling, slowly, then more broadly until my face split into a wide grin.

"Good. You deserve happiness." I proclaimed stubbornly. No more self-deprecation for him!

A very long period of quiet. I did not turn, only looking out over the glorious, if grave, scenery. I was content, however much I shouldn't be.

"May I…. please… hold your hand again?" Carefully spoken, enunciated with great care, a desperate grab at a semblance of humanity.

"Yes." I said, automatically but without regret.

Cold, slimy and strange. But oddly… not unpleasant, this time. I squeezed gently, hearing a strangled gasp as a result.

"Did I hurt you?" I squawked, pulling my hand away in fear that I'd hurt this new friend of mine.

Instant denial.

"NO- no, you didn't. I...mmmh..not used to.. touch, anymore."

Ah. I probably should have expected that.

I held my palm out, as his hand cautiously crept back in. I relaxed. It was a beautiful morning.

-Pov Swap-

Touch. So simplistic, so complicated. How he had longed for it. Even as pain wracked his detestable carcass, he had dreamed of touch, gentle, kind, soft.

She was all these things and more. So delicate, but strong and stubborn in her kindness. She told him to be kind to himself.

An impossible task. But he would do it, for her. She filled the aching hole in his heart, claiming it as her own, though she would never know. Never.

He would not wish her to know the burden now her own. Such a weight could crush her.

"Why di-did you… wear that dress? Did you make it? Why'd you keep the cloak?"

Questions spilled from leather bound lips like slimy coins.

She merely smiled again, a little tiredly.

"You know, that might be the most words you've said to me yet?"

He considered a response, but her voice broke in, her words were like chocolate or honey, beautiful and as delicious to the ears as the aforementioned delicacies

"Well… I was rather scared the day I went into town for fabric. So, I looked through my keepsake box to… calm me down, I guess. I've kept the cloak as a memento, a reminder that even when life is a burden, someone will help you carry it. So, I found one of my Mother's dress patterns, and voila! A lovely, inconspicuous dress for the Choosing!" She let out a half bitter laugh.

"I shouldn't… have taken you. It was so selfish- it gets so lon-." He cut himself off. Nevermind that. She needed comfort, not additional worries.

Gently, for if he ever hurt her life would cease to be a gift, he ran a finger over her hand, soft skin flowing smoothly beneath his embrace.

So soft. Like flower petals or a bird's wing.

A caged bird.

As if she could read his addled thoughts, Jolie began to sing quietly.

He felt himself relax. Her voice was quiet and husky and-

He knew that song. A low chuckle escaped him, deep and gurgling. She stopped.

Of course, why wouldn't she when it sounded like a dying bullfrog was croaking in ber ear.

Then the beautiful nightingale laughed, herself.

"I figured you'd recognize that song." She smiled, "Considering we just saw the movie."

She remembered! It was only hours ago that they had seen the movie, but she had absorbed it instead of obsessing over her fear of him. Oh, he loved her!

The wind whipped around them then, as if it felt his shock at the sudden realization.

A stray piece of fabric smacked against his arm, shaking him from his reverie. It was blue-grey, rough and oddly familiar….

The wind was particularly strong that day.

♥️

[andy-zone]

Quise dibujar a cery como lady dimitrescu ¿Que les parece?

[limerami]

I've had this idea for so long aa. Now finally sat my ass down and got this out of my head

It is pretty obvious, but used the Tony Stark headache meme as ref because it fits so damn well xD

[nereeitor]

Six characters fanarts challenge!

[gurlbesimpin]

NEW Jasmine complete appearance model

I haven't posted anything about my RE8 OC in a while, as her story, appearance, status etc. was WIP and unfinished.

Well, her appearance is finished!

welcome to the stage, Lady Jasmine Crawford

Mothered by Dakotah Wagamese and fathered by Dylan Crawford. Her backstory, weaknesses, strengths, abilities and relationships will be posted at a later date <3

Can you guess what her mutated from will be?

I had so much fun designing her, as I myself have close Native American ancestors and do love incorporating parts of my culture in my passion projects.

@vodkafolie @mistressofthedark033

[thefanficmonster]

Ethan: Mia, I'm home!

Rose: Hi dad!

Ethan: Hi sweetie. Where's your mom

Rose: Her and Karl are at a nail salon

Ethan: What?!

~~~~~~~~~~

Karl: Your ideas never fail to amaze me, Mia

Mia: Ethan would disagree *laughs*

Karl: He just doesn't understand the importance of mani-pedis

Mia: *nodding* True

as promised - Mithanberg content ;) @le-cat-nipp

[medicated-for-public-safety]

Okay, hear me out:

Ethan joins forces with Heisenberg while still being determined not to use Rose as a weapon.

Heisenberg sees Ethan’s love for Rose and figures out that this is what true family means, and decides to protect Rose instead of using her; exactly the opposite of what Miranda did with him.

He and Ethan beat Miranda side by side, and even though Ethan still perishes, Heisenberg forms a begrudging alliance with Chris just to stay close and keep an eye on Rose in Ethan’s place.

[rebecca-polidori]

Lady Dimitrescu and her 3 daughters

[yourgaydisapointmentofason]

Theory: The crows in RE8 are secretly Miranda’s spare bank accounts that’s why when you kill them you get money

You’re just robbing her

[inraice]

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[realdeadlyfangs]

Drabbles For All! 1) Recovery 2) Hand Holding/Risk 3) We Almost Died Kiss 4) Reward 5) Meeting the Ex 6) Monkey See, Monkey Do 7) Nightmares 8) Stolen Blind Date 9) Coffee Shop 10) Blood 11) Moonlight 12) Masquerade 13) Cats/Pets 14) Supernatural 15) Fake Dating 16) Double Date 17) Shopping 18) Holiday 19) Practice 20) Cuddles 21) Lazy Morning in Bed 22) Thunderstorm 23) Claim 24) Possessiveness 25) Flirting 26) Shifting/Transforming 27) Trapped in a Tight Space Together 28) Falling in Love Again 29) Thirst Trap 30) Convincing 31) Cryptid/Mothman Karl

This is the update list of what to expect from me for the month of spooky. A drabble a day, a drabble for all. Ethan and Karl galore.