“you really shouldn’t have come here.”
ind. priv. sel. zoe baker of r.esident evil b.iohazard. loved by dru.
RULES & DOCS COMING SOON. sideblog to @/cmitrescu. verses under cut.
noise dept.

Kaledo Art

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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“you really shouldn’t have come here.”
ind. priv. sel. zoe baker of r.esident evil b.iohazard. loved by dru.
RULES & DOCS COMING SOON. sideblog to @/cmitrescu. verses under cut.
BAKER FAMILY FC
jack baker -- jack ni.chols.on
marguerite baker -- frances c.onroy
lucas baker -- antho.ny c.arrigan
zoe baker -- carly chaik.in
j.ared l.eto as lucas baker don’t @ me
me wanting more zoe content vs me not wanting capcom to 1) kill her off or 2) make her straight.
e001s:
zoe doesn’t want to play, she never wants to play & eveline hates that she can’t make her . like a doll she’s dropped down a well, somewhere she cannot reach, no mater how long she waits for the stone to rot . eveline doesn’t understand why, zoe’s family have all joined in on her little game, now they are eveline’s mommy & daddy too; her big brother doesn’t hold himself back, he collects more people for eveline to turn & he has his fun with those that don’t, why can’t her big sister play along ? zoe’s taken part of eveline’s touch, on that long, dark night, caught in the eye of the storm eveline dug her fingers into her arm & her gift was passed on, secreted through the skin . that should’ve been it, even mia couldn’t resist & somehow zoe still holds onto everything she was before eveline became a baker . it’s frustrating, it’s confusing, it’s a boil of emotion in the pit of her stomach she doesn’t want to feel, something she should no longer have to feel . eveline pouts, it’s the only thing she can do, she’s heard that big girls don’t cry & if zoe isn’t going to set an example, her little sister will, “ you’re so silly, they are taking care of me . they love me, don’t you love me too ? ”
to eveline, it’s all some fucked-up game: a game that zoe is losing. she genuinely can’t tell if eveline’s taunting her, or if the little girl-shaped thing genuinely doesn’t understand the consequences of her actions. it doesn’t matter -- she cannot hold any more grief in her body, has no room for sympathy for this -- this creature. lucas would know a way out of this: he’s smart, always has been smarter than her, but she’s the only one who seems not under eveline’s spell, and it’s so fucking lonely, not being able to run to her parents for help. even mia, her occasionally ally and fellow victim, is eveline’s ‘mommy’ more often than she’s any help. but she has to be smart. she’s on her own now, and if empty threats don’t work, it’s time to try something else. with effort, zoe unknits her brow, tries to wipe the scowl off her face into the sort of blank smile that eveline’s other drones wear. “uh -- sure...sis. but how did you do that? make... make us love you?” zoe tries for flattery, sure she’s missing by miles. “you must be, uh, really special, kid.”
tag drop
ok but can zoe be rose’s cool lesbian aunt or what.
@e001s said: YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO MOMMY AND DADDY.
as usual, eveline’s sudden appearance catches zoe off-guard. the girl is quiet when she wants to be, zoe thinks. if girl is an appropriate descriptor for the science experiment holding zoe’s family hostage. the mommy and daddy eveline refers to are nothing but shells, their true personalities hollowed out so that eveline can fill them with whatever she wants, violence and hate, murder and idol-worship for eveline herself. THAT’S WHAT ZOE HAS TO BELIEVE: this, and not that these are her parents’ true selves that eveline has somehow unlocked, free of inhibitions. she wants to swing at eveline, wants to hit the kid like she’s never wanted anything before, but zoe knows that will end badly, and she doesn’t want to end up dismembered by her own father, or worse, another mindless eveline-worshipping zombie. gd help her, but she wants to LIVE. “why are you doing this to us?” she demands, and her voice cracks slightly. “we would have helped you -- would have taken care of you! why us? what did we ever do to you?”
au where zoe & ethan are the dual protagonists of re8 in the style of claire & leon in re2.
I played the Re7 again and remembered how cute Zoe🤧
starter call.
the last final girl, pt. 1.
dialogue prompts from the last final girl by stephen graham jones.
it was just supposed to be a fun weekend.
i thought i was dead.
i thought i was in heaven.
i’m excessively stupid, you know.
who said it was a guy, to begin with?
it all depends on who you know, and how you know them.
you are so not final girl material, you know.
i thought you were tall.
it’s like i can’t process it, all the violence.
maybe i didn’t know how to cry.
i was just trying to make everybody laugh.
we all go a little huggy sometimes.
did you see any cameras?
you wouldn’t believe me if i told you.
so are you pink lady material now?
this is just an after school special.
got a smoke?
don’t do anything i wouldn’t.
when you’re the only child you feel kind of responsible for your parents’ happiness, or sadness.
my life is so generic.
you might want to listen to your parents.
everything’s horror, isn’t it? sometimes, you just can’t see the blood.
cigarettes help. my mom taught me.
gotta love modern parenting.
we grieve in our own way.
stupid is as stupid does.
you don’t have any bigger fish to fry today?
we’re not announcing anything yet.
do you want to get out of here?
my knight in torn pantyhose.
you seriously suck with metaphors.
oh, you’re funny, too?
real tragedy avoids the pure of heart, i’ve learned.
real heroes don’t fuck around.
the good side always wins, right?
this is also the essential mercy of pain.