PlushPumpkin

Local artist/writer {~} I like doing spooky shit (in Resident Evil era)

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A lovely notice to people, if you support the YouTuber WhisperDemon, don't interact with me please. The breakdown for why is basically: refused to delete incest nsfw from his personal discord with friends and when people asked for him to remove it, he lashed out and threatened to ban them (I was one of these people as well). He also used the "I was SA'd too so it doesn't matter" card :/

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“Hey I reported your account on accident, can I message you so we can sort this out?”

I WASNT BORN YESTERDAY BUDDY GET SKELETONED

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I think this is just a crazy HC of mine, but I love the idea of Billy representing the son Kramer never had

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Ooo pumpkin rabbit *jingles keys* oooo

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Kramer definitely has favourites with his apprentices

Amanda is at the top of that list and Hoffman is at the bottom

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Resident Evil 7 but during the Daughters DLC; Eveline goes "they're mine now" and then runs off with the clothes Zoe gave her, laughing like a chaotic lil shit

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Jack and Marguerite Baker were so sweet before Eveline, and I hate how Capcom actually makes you feel bad for them /pos

Lucas is just always a lil shit <3

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Scout’s legs burned as he sprinted down the alley, the metallic stench of the Pyro’s body thick in the air. He could still hear it behind him, scraping, thudding, its distorted “hmnf!” punctuated by wet, tearing sounds that made his stomach twist. Dustbowl had never felt so alive… and wrong.

He skidded around a corner and slammed into a chain-link fence. Ahead, an old supply shed loomed, half-collapsed but offering a chance. Scout’s mind raced. He needed a trap, anything to slow this… thing down.

He yanked a barrel over and kicked it into a pile of wooden crates. The noise was deafening. He ducked behind another stack, heart hammering. Seconds passed. Then—the unmistakable sound of claws scraping metal. The Pyro had followed the noise.

It stepped into the alley, flames flickering along its jagged, corrupted flamethrower. The green fire licked the ground, sizzling a puddle of some sticky, black substance that had oozed from its body. Scout swallowed. Its head tilted, the cracked lenses of the gas mask glinting, the jagged teeth inside moving as though tasting the air.

Scout’s bat trembled in his hands. “C’mon, think…” He spotted a stack of propane tanks near the shed. A desperate plan formed.

He ran toward the tanks, hoping the Pyro would follow. It did—its movements jerky, animalistic, yet frighteningly fast. Scout dodged a swipe, rolling to the side, and grabbed one of the tanks. He slammed it into the others, forming a shaky barricade, and prayed it would hold long enough.

The Pyro lunged through the barricade anyway, sending the tanks toppling. Scout dove behind the shed as the first tank ignited. The explosion rocked the alley, flames and smoke engulfing the area. A horrible, wet scream erupted from the Pyro as pieces of its corrupted suit burned. Scout’s ears rang.

When the smoke cleared, Scout dared a glance. The Pyro was down—or at least, it wasn’t moving. Its body writhed, blackened skin bubbling, molten green goo seeping from the torn mask. Its noises were muffled now, choked, but still alive.

Scout swallowed hard, his mind racing. This was no longer a battle he could win with brute force. This… infection, whatever it was, would not die so easily.

The Pyro’s head snapped up, tilted toward him. Its cracked mask gleamed in the firelight, and those jagged teeth parted in a wet, feral grin. Scout froze. The thing wasn’t dead. It was thinking. Hunting.

With a low, gurgling “hmmpf… hrgn…,” it rose, towering over the wreckage, smoke curling around its twisted form. Scout knew he couldn’t fight it—not here, not like this. The only choice was to run… and hope that somewhere, someone had a cure. Or a way to end this nightmare before it spread.

He turned and bolted into the night, the Pyro’s wet, guttural sounds following him like a death sentence echoing in the empty streets.

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There should be a Pokemon VR game where your whole task is to take care of them like it's a daycare, or something similar to Neko Atsume. Whole gimmick too, picking them up, playing with them, ect.

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Working on sumn special for the Resident Evil part of my Tumblr, in the meantime;

Ethan definitely has survivor's guilt and more than likely nightmares about Louisiana. It's also possible that since a newspaper in Village mentioned the Baker's having a gas leak, Ethan could have tried to tell someone about all of it but only ended up in him getting a lot of therapy and counselling for years.

[demelly]

you did good.

inspired by @ratinacrisis 's oneshot thingy :3

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! TYSM

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To make y'all happy before you burn me at the stake; an AU where Ethan DOES survive, but he's heavily affected by the end results of Biohazard and Village (scars, PTSD, emotionally shutting himself off). Eventually he could become more open about bits and pieces of what happened, but he would prefer to keep it walled off as best.

And as a bonus, fuck it, he made a compromise with Heisenberg and got him out of the Village (granted this implies that the heart of the Village is still alive, but it could be under heavy surveillance and military watch)

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Jack and Marguerite Baker comforting Ethan at the end of Village while Lucas just wants them to hurry up.

Also, yes, I will eventually post the whole thing of the fic idea with the Bakers sticking by Ethan as ghosts. It'll probably just be a bit since I'm working on infection AU stuff

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“You did good, boy.” The familiar voice of him. The main nightmare of Louisiana. But now he was here, well, partially. He's a ghost of a memory and here he was: standing next to the dirty blind that was covered in wounds and scars, Jack's eyes raking over his face as blood dripped from Ethan's forehead and onto the stained snow. “You know you.. did way better than I ever did as a father.” He continued, “you went through Hell and back to get your daughter back. But, well, now there's the time for sacrifice to save the life of the ones you love.”

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If the Bakers had been there during the end of Village as spirits, chances are the Lords could have too. So, just imagine the sorrow Moreau and Donna would have. Probably Heisenberg too since he actually wanted to team with Ethan to take down Miranda.

Dimitrescu would either be pissed, sad, or both but just masking the sadness with anger.

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I love when y'all have the most out of pocket names, cause randomly I'll just get a notification like “Moldacious-Sneathen has liked your post”