#rusthunt

[malviral]

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He's  lowering  his  phone  and  slowly  removing  his  sunglasses  with  a  deliberate  sigh  as  he  rubs  his  temple.  Regrettably,  the  "read"  notification  is  shown  since  he  made  the  terrible  mistake  of  opening  the  message.  He  stares  at  it  for  a  long,  silent  moment  as  if  trying  to  determine  whether  this  was  an  intentional  act  of  war  or  simply  a  symptom  of  Heisenberg's  chronic  lack  of  impulse  control ━ among  other  things.

He  decided  on  the  latter.  He  might  even  be  generous  and  imagine  it  was  simply  sent  to  the  wrong  number.  Yeah, that could be the case. It  better  be  the  case. Twenty minutes later a response comes

[Text 1:10 pm ]: Karl, this  is  Wesker.  I  highly  recommend  you  double-check  your  contacts  next  time.  Theres a good fellow. NO EXPLAINATION. NO ARGUMENT. NEVER AGAIN !!!

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

10, 22.

10. worst part of fanon

the "redfield bloodline" jokes . do not even get me FUCKING started on that bs. it's so immature and it does such a massive disrespect to claire especially , but also chris and everyone else involved in this whole thing . i've never really found it funny and frankly it's . misogynistic and i'm really not a fan of it at all . by far the worst thing in fanon / fandom for me and i cannot engage with any of this.

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

big fan of umbrella chronicles . sergei is a really interesting villain and i don't see a lot of people talking about it or jill & chris' time there in russia . revelations 1 also falls under this , i adore that game and the queen zenobia / queen semaramis & t-abyss was SO interesting to me. revelations 2 with the whole infiltration & betrayal of TerraSave was also very glossed over , especially later on.

[afraidofchange]

8, 10, 22.

@rusthunt | 🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about PLAYING DIFFERENT CHOICES IN A ROLEPLAYING GAME DOES NOT DENOTE YOUR PERSONAL MORALITY AS A PLAYER. I am very tired of the Dragon Age fandom thinking that your decision to choose templars over mages in DA2/DAI means you support IRL murder, but also equating "mage rights" to real world protests for actual human rights matters is really, uh. It sure is something. And that's not to say there aren't real life influences in fiction because they do come from somewhere, but to think that the oppression of fictional pixels is at all comparable to real people??? Absolutely not. 10. worst part of fanon - answered here. 22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores Literally most female characters in Dragon Age? SKDJFHJKSHDF No, but more seriously, I think people severely neglect Dwarf Lore™, and I fear that it shows by a lack of how many people feel inclined to make dwarves in game/roleplay dwarves on tumblr. I think I can count all the dwarf rpers (including canons!) on like. 1.5 hands.

[agntkennedy]

@rusthunt / preplotted.

this had been the most convoluted thing in existence. this being working alongside people who were supposed to be dead or at the very least long gone. this being the fact that leon was trying to look into what he could genuinely find about dulvey and report back with his findings. this being the weirdest vacation he's actually been on. ( we can't say it's a mission, because no one forced himself there )

it wasn't leon kennedy going rogue. this was leon kennedy helping someone find out more about their own afflictions. sort of. this was the blonde, hunched over his laptop breaking several laws of the united states government that would have him serving for even more years past his expiration. ( truthfully, leon knew that he was doomed until he died, but this might just put it over the current date that leon would have to be with the united states government. )

wondrously, the internet to his computer was impressively fast, though he wasn't sure how. nothing in this village seemed state of the art.

he didn't sleep much. either. the village had been so offset that it made leon uneasy. the blonde knew he'd have to eventually sleep but right now, his notebook had scramblings of notes on everything with dulvey. it was hypothetically opening up a closet and finding not only things you hadn't known about but also at least six herds of elephants that you should have known about. there was mixed notes, some pages were marked 'K' and others were not. he had meant for all the notes to be for just Karl's eyes to be given to him. all of the other pages had scrambled notes for leon to go back and do more research into. how did the dso not know about the corruption within the bsaa? how did they not know about the e-strain virus directly under their nose?

or did they?

there's a certain point where leon finally finds himself too exhausted to keep researching. food would also be a top priority, but leon wasn't focused on that yet. he could go a few more hours before he'd go scavenging. maybe he'd find that over joyous gentleman that kept reminding him of someone from the early 2000s that he'd left in his past.

this place is not the most comfortable, but he finds himself resting his head against the table that he's working on in the ramshackle house that he had chosen. as much sleep as he got, it's still not enough, when leon, disoriented, wakes up a few hours later- clearly the only thing awake in the home he had taken over, before he stretches back to feel his back crack in two different places as he stretches uncomfortably. that's when he is slowly coming to. slow blinks register, almost immediately, two golden somethings in the corner of a very pitched back section of the house.

hand immediately reaches out to grab the handgun that he fell asleep next to, immediately aiming it towards the eyes he's looking at. " i assure you, americans don't miss even if they're half awake, " it's an empty threat- laced with the dry venom that he usually accompanied venom in his words. but it's still a threat as long as they continue just . . . staring at him

the agent manually pulls back the hammer on his gun, still aiming, trying to figure out he wants to do. or what the stranger wants to do.

" so i suggest scaring the shit out of someone is the last thing you want to do today. "

[gviral]

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"I sincerely believe that if you are entertained by this childish nonsense you are of an objectively lower mental status in comparison to myself and the rest of humanity. Something akin to a sea urchin, or perhaps a mussel."

[alphateamsfinest]

you are no different to the monsters you kill no matter how many times people tell you otherwise. how many infected have you killed and never considered they were still there, sick and needing help, trapped in their own bodies? you’re a monster greater than any of those poor infected people - how many innocent people did you kill in kijuju? you’re the same as them, the only difference is that you get called a hero.

Send Anon Hate

Those thoughts have been spinning in her head since she woke up, unable to move and still in the process of healing all of her injuries. Being unable to get out, is that how they felt like that, that they were screaming for help on the inside and she killed them? Was she going to be given the same fate one of these days?

"I never asked to be a hero!"

[idolbound]

hc + 🌘

@rusthunt | thematic headcanons.

Meredith's paranoia ramps up at nighttime, in the dark.

While the original incident in which templars came for her elder mage sister occurred in the daytime, Amelia Stannard turned into demon in the dark depths of a kitchen cupboard. There is something inherent in darkness that has always had Meredith put on edge from a very young age.

This manifests as a grown adult woman living with untreated PTSD and ergo, an excessive paranoia that guides her day to day life. As it gets worse through the events of DA2's storyline, darkness remains a particular trigger, fearing that mages - blood mages specifically - lurk in dark corners, watching and waiting for the right moment to attack or to summon unholy abominations and demons.

Meredith always ensures that the hearth within her personal quarters is lit before she turns in for the night, leaving enough light to see all of its corners. Whenever she has to extend her duty into nightfall, she always ensures she and other knights bear lit torches to light up the surrounding area to avoid ambush.

As Orsino says later in Act III, "When will you stop seeing evil in every corner?", Meredith responds with "When it is no longer there." This is just a brief glimpse into her psyche at this point, going slowly insane from the idol's influence; but, what it does do, is ramp up that paranoia.

In Act III, shadows make her jumpy; when she cannot sleep, she carries a torch into dark hallways, always double-checking to ensure nothing, is, in fact, there.

[malvirala]

@rusthunt is getting this old starter I found, 2025 for the win. 🖤

"The  only  thing  that  can  defeat  power  is  more  power.  That  is  the  one  constant  in  this  universe.  However,  there  is  no  point  in  power  if  it  consumes  itself."  

It was a  postulation  that  was  destined  to  haunt  him.  The  virus  in  his  system  had  endowed  him  with  infinite  potential;  however,  just  as  soon  as  he  had  risen  to  embrace  his  accorded  superiority,  he  found  himself  inexplicably  impaired.  He  had  become  scathingly  aware  of  the  temporal  shell  of  his  humanity,  the  feeble  outer  casing  that  contained  him  making  its  limits  known.

To  keep  himself  stable,  to  prevent  himself  from  being  consumed  by  the  darkness  that  inhabits  him,  his  system  required  suppression  in  the  form  of  medicine  created  from  the  close  study  of  the  Golgotha  Virus  and  its  remaining  data. His  near  lifetime  acquaintance  with  the  man  behind  the  ill-fated  project  granted  him  easy  access, and  he  had  held  on  to  any  relevant  paperwork  for  himself knowing  its  value.  Knowledge  too  was  power,  though  the  power  of  the  pathogen  that  had  monopolized  his  body  had  become  a  riddle  resistant  to  solving.  

It  would  appear  that  there  were  still  some  problems  that  required  human  solutions.  Therefore  despite  all  his  potential,  he  had  to  accept  that  perhaps  the  one  man  who  could  have  helped  unshroud  this  mystery  was  lost  to  the  fires  of  Raccoon  City.  A  mistake  on  his  behalf;  the  tragic  oversight  that  he  had  lived  to  regret.

The  last  thing  he  remembered  was  Chris  Redfield,  an  eternal  thorn  in  his  side  whose  continued  existence  he  had  only  himself  to  blame  for.  A  self-sabotaging  cocktail  of  his  own  hubris  and  a  twisted  sense  of  sentiment.  Truth  be  told,  though  he  knew  well  of  Chris's  capabilities  as  a  soldier,  he  didn't  expect  for  him  to  be  so  damn  lucky.  That's  what  it  was,  of  course:  luck.  It  had  to  be  ━  there  was  no  other  possible  explanation  for  his  continued  survival.

And  what  of  his  own  ?  That  was  something  else  he  lacked  answers  to.  He  remembered  that  woman  shooting  him,  and  he  remembered  falling  from  the  hanger  of  the  stealth  bomber  he  had  so  carefully  acquired,  but  everything  beyond  that  moment  is  missing  to  him.  It  was  only  recently  that  his  senses  had  started  returning  to  him.  He  couldn't  say  how  long  he  had  wandered  or  where  he  was.  His  direction  had  been  aimless  and  subconscious  up  until  the  attacks  of  those  creatures.  

Wherever  the  hell  he  was  ━  it  wasn't  Africa and it was further apparent that  Chris and  his  cohort  had  become  a  problem  for  another  time.  Now his  main  concern  was  finding  out  where  he  was  and  what  exactly  was  going  on.  

Whatever  these  creatures  he  had  been  taking  the  time  out  of  his  hazy  voyage  to  slaughter  were,  they were  not  the  products  of  Uroboros.  He  had  pulled  plenty  of  them  to  bits  with  his  bare  hands  in  search  of  answers,  enacting  brutal  and  crude  vivisections  of  force  and  fury,  but  so  far,  he  only  seemed  able  to  uncover  more  questions.  

It's  clear  they  had  been  human  at  one  point,  but  a  pathogen  that  was  largely  unknown  to  him  as  of  now  was  responsible  for  their  animality.  They  weren't  entirely  stupid,  however.  He  only  needed  to  kill  a  few  dozen  of  them  for  the  others  to  realize  he  wasn't  the  easy  prey  they  initially  thought.  On  the  contrary,  they  had  instead  made  themselves  game  to  something  much,  much  hungrier.  

Finding  nothing  of  value  amongst  the  dismembered  corpses,  he  realizes  that  someone  else  is  present  here.  His  gleaming  eyes  fix  upon  the  newcomer,  burning and luminous  ━  this  one  appeared  to  be  human.  Stepping  free  from  the  carnage  that  surrounds  him,  his  predatory  stride  carries  him  directly  toward  the  observer  with  a  glowered  command.

 ❝  You.  You  will  tell  me  where  I  am.  ❞ 

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

//CLOSED STARTER ❯ FOR THE GLORY AND THE FALL

@rusthunt [heisenberg]

Jill Valentine had been betrayed many times before , but none of it stung as much as this time .

Her longtime mission partner hadn't contacted her for the better part of several years , and he'd taken several men and deserted the organization both of them worked so hard to build. She'd seen the files , she'd read the reports of the sudden disappearance - hell , had tried so hard to get into contact with him again and again , but had been met with nothing. Over and over again , the dial tone on the other end of a phoneline , letters never returned .

Some part of her didn't want to believe it , but something had definitely happened . It wasn't something she could dwell on here though - she'd been quick on the opportunity to lead a strike team into the depths of Romania , where the Hound Wolf Squad had been reported seen , and to further investigate the last traces of the Mutamycete they'd caught wind of. It wasn't hard - communications were easily intercepted, things were easy to read on routine checkovers .

Jill had been boots on the ground for the past three days , making their way on foot to the last recorded location of their bioweaponry readings . Dressed in clothing that matched her surroundings and a heavily modified sniper rifle in her hand, she'd dealt with these exact operations before . Small teams , stakeouts , investigations and ultimately engagement if it came to it - she'd come here with a team of six including her , and all of them had been handpicked from several elite B.S.A.A units .

The assignment itself wasn't all that impressive - claim what was left , investigate , take samples and attempt to recover the Winters' if they were still around - but given what they knew about the area and the reported bioterror in general , precautions were better safe than sorry. They technically had the green-light to incapacitate and take in - kill if necessary - whoever was left of the squad that may have remained in the area, but Jill was largely still uncertain if that was something she'd entirely be willing to do , barring old friendships and allegiances . Regardless, she was here to do a job , and that wasn't going to be argued against.

The temporary camp is largely quiet , strike team members stacking crates of gear and setting up for the long haul - the likely rate this was going , they'd be here for at least a week . They'd set up a mile or so north of the village's last recorded location, and Jill had largely been the one to oversee it .

There's an exhale , slipping a combat knife or two onto her person - one on her belt , one on her shoulder holster - both of them were very well known to her . A thick , wicked blade on her shoulder embossed with a snake and the name of a man she'd once respected , and a slender one meant more for utility than combat on her belt . It'd been a gift , and she'd managed to keep it this long .

The tent is stifling despite the cold. There's a reason that Jill disliked how thick the winter gear was , how she barely spent any time inside what was practically her field office and preferred to be boots on the ground doing reconnaissance or taking her seat by one of the fires as she checked over her gear . She'd always been armed to the teeth - Jill could do very well without , but she liked the security of her marksmanship and combat capability .

Her breath comes out tinged in frost as she drags herself out of her thoughts , a hand on the sniper's strap resting on her opposite shoulder . She looked akin to a hunter preparing to leave to slaughter a deer , and perhaps that's what she was .

Vibrant blue flickered towards the flap of the light-coloured tent, spiked boots carrying her towards the entrance and ducking through . There's a conversation held between her and one of the other strike team members , a gesture in the rough direction of the village , and an agreement . The B.S.A.A. emblem on the shoulder of her coat's lined with a thin layer of powder snow , obscuring some of the lines .

A minute passes and she's on the less worn path , clearing through the brush away from the camp , sidearm on her belt and ready to draw at a moment's notice . The proximity of everything in the forest wasn't viable for her rifle , but she'd maneouvre just as well with a modified pistol and a knife if it came down to it .

Her footsteps are near silent in the sky slowly shifting to dusk - the snow helped to muffle it , but all the rest belonged to a thief's instincts . Her gaze remains on the trees around her - to be complacent was to be dead , and Jill Valentine was neither. Combat boots sink into the white underneath her, but they never remained for long , always pushing , always making her way forward . She wanted to see what the hell was left , what they had to work with . It wouldn't be long until she'd reach the location she was beelining towards - once she did , it'd definitely be a sight to see .

[agntkennedy]

🍷😡 ✨

[ sms ; heisenberg ] in case you didn't know, this place is a nightmare. [ sms ; heisenberg ] i don't think the wine here is any good either. it sucks. [ sms ; heisenberg ] everywhere i look is like a walking osha violation. including you. [ sms ; heisenberg ] you should be legally barred from touching literally anything anymore.

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . ( accepting )

[gviral]

albert was, and always will, be using you. you only matter as long as you're useful. the man wanted to commit global genocide and you think you, with all your flaws, would be spared? that your love would save you? it didn't save annette ( do you even miss her? would you have saved her? do you hate her for trying to stop you? ). it wouldn't have saved sherry. it didn't save excella, either. how naive.

"He'd never just ' use ' me. Never. The bond we share transcends all — and don't you think for a fucking second that I wouldn't have saved my Annie! I loved her. I loved her." As if saying it will erase what he's done. "She did what she had to do and I ... "

He stops.

"I could have saved her. It could have been different." I do miss her.

"Why the fuck are you still here?"

* DEFINITELY anon / anon hate

[alphateamsfinest]

the parasite is the only thing that ever made you special - that ever gave you worth. without it you’d be just another dead girl and raccoon had plenty of those ( how many people made it out alive and human? the one and only jill valentine couldn’t. ) without it, you’re just another person. without it, no one would look at you twice.

Send Anon Hate

"Trust me, if I could, I'd get rid of it in an instant." To live a life where she could be free? To actually be able to leave and not be monitored- to live a life that she was always going to but put it off because there was something more important seems like a distant memory.

[idolbound]

🚩 💚 one for both!

Red Flag / Green Flag | @rusthunt

A red flag for Meredith is that she will play whatever political angle and abuse of power to get what she needs done. She is Lawful Evil and will work within the laws set for her by the Chantry and the Templar Order, but on a personal level, will find ways to make people bend to her will. For example, when she was put into power as Knight-Commander by Grand Cleric Elthina, they collaborated to choose the new Viscount, electing Marlowe Dumar, who was known to be weak-willed. Meredith then purposely sent him a wood box as a gift at his coronation, and within it, was the blood-encrusted signet ring of the previous Viscount, and on the lid, she had written "his fate need not be yours" as a vague threat - fall in line with what we want or else you will be arrested/removed. I fully believe Meredith has used other methods of thinly veiled threats and other influence/pressures upon others to do her bidding, hidden away behind the scenes.

A green flag for Meredith is that ultimately, she does have Kirkwall's interests at heart. It is her home, and she - in her canon verse - was born there and expects to die there, too. She has see it change over the years growing up and as a Templar, her jurisdiction is within the Order and the Circle but while her political motivations are on a personal level, (to gain more power to control the mages), it is for the sake of the city, to protect its people and to be its Champion (even if she lost that title to Hawke for defeating the arishok before she got the chance to). Again, this is similar to another green flag, but she lives a life in service and this is just one example of it.

[agntkennedy]

who the fuck is 'zeon', he's thinking, even though his own handwriting is awful.

he's just staring at this, shaking his head at all the added additional comments like 'oh my god'. " you know the difference between clips and mags but you don't know proper gun safety ? "

[gviral]

( for the anon hate. im too lazy to go anon ) you can make excuses all you want, but you had every chance as a grown, adult man, to leave umbrella behind. it would have been difficult, sure. it would have even been dangerous. instead you stayed, kept participating, kept seeking to "improve" the world through your eugenic ideals. oh, you were raised to think that way? you were an adult who had every chance to change and realise what they were doing was wrong but instead all you did was try to jump ship, not because you realised it was wrong, but because you knew it was unsustainable.

it doesn't matter how much you pretend otherwise or how hard you try to convince yourself that you were a neglectful but loving father, sherry growing up without you was the best thing to ever happen to her. it would have been karmic justice for someone to do to her what you did to lisa, but as long as it isn't you whose suffering, it doesn't matter, does it?

"You don't understand a goddamn thing. None of you do — you really think Umbrella would have let me go so easily? I mean, hah! Look what happened the first time around. Your mind is simply too small and deficit to understand the bounds of my achievements, what I could have done for the world with or WITHOUT them!"

There's a pause. He huffs loudly through his nostrils, indignant, like he isn't staring down the truth as it's being fed to him.

"Lisa Trevor was nothing more than a brain - damaged husk when I met her. It didn't matter what I did — you think that's what Sherry deserves? She deserves more than to suffer for my mistakes. She isn't better off without me. She NEEDS me."

* DEFINITELY anon / anon hate

[alphateamsfinest]

you weren’t strong enough to save yourself and now you’ve got blood on your hands. entire tribes wiped off the face of the earth, but it’s all about you and your suffering. your pain. you ask for forgiveness whilst assuaging your guilt - it wasn’t my fault, i couldn’t control myself, but it was your fault. you weren’t strong enough. what kind of hero are you?

Send Anon Hate

"You're right." These aren't words that she hasn't thought herself, that she hasn't blamed herself, but Jill hasn't blamed herself enough. She thinks that no matter how long she lives, she'll never be able to blame herself enough for what she's done. All of the destruction at her hand, she doesn't think that all of the good she's done outweighs what she did at Wesker's hand. Maybe if she fought harder against the drugs, the fucking drugs god she couldn't even beat that.

"I never wanted to be a hero. I just wanted to help people!"