[EDS] [Artist] [Gamer] [Writer] [Advanced Roleplayer] ········· 🚫MDNI🚫 🚫 No AI images. Eugh.🚫 20+ years of age. Disabled artist trying to get her tattoo apprenticeship. I make art of oc’s, mostly, but I also dabble in fanarts! 🥰
In the quiet months before the Arklay Mountains Incident, spring arrives in Raccoon City with the promise of renewal. As S.T.A.R.S. continues its operations, Albert Wesker observes it all with measured detachment. Then there is Chris Redfield. Capable, persistent, and far more perceptive than he should be. What begins as a professional oversight becomes something less convenient. An unexpected variable that Wesker did not anticipate nor fully suppress. Chris’s instincts drive him closer to truths he cannot fully understand and Wesker finds his own control tested by a connection that threatens his carefully constructed plans.
Orchestrating the horrific events beneath its helpful facade, Umbrella’s true intentions begin to emerge. The public witnesses murders that started out relatively small. Wesker, along with the rest of the secretive corporation, are able to sweep the worries away with lies. Even so, as the date for his own little experiment draws near, the line between manipulation and something more begins to blur. In a season defined by new beginnings, he cultivates something far more dangerous and unexpected: a future built on betrayal where trust is a weakness. Chris may be the one flaw he cannot account for.
𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Heyo!
The poll results for the zombie encounter outweighed the no’s, so we got one spoopy scene in the first chapter! 🎉
Thank you for taking time to peek at my new fanfiction! 💙
I spent like 4-5 hours (with breaks) working on a single design on Tomodachi Life today on stream. I forgot to nab a photo, but it was an exterior building design for my oc. 🥰
Side note, I drew one of my friend’s oc’s ravens, Jarvis, for his Mii version to have and he loves it. He’s always petting it or taking it on walkies!! I also really love how we can edit the pets’ words/voice, so I tried to have it mimic Iggy’s voice and say one of his favorite words. It’s soo cute! AUGH! 😭🥰
I’m not very good drawing animals and drawing with a controller is super difficult. I can’t use the touch screen mode because my joycons have joycon drift so bad. 🤣 I’m also a smidge annoyed the colors don’t like certain shades and they HATE light colors on top of a solid dark color. Jarvis turned out more green than grey/black like in the photos. CRYING.
While tappy tapping the first chapter of the RE fanfic rewrite, I was wondering- Should I add a stray zombie encounter for Wesker & Chris to face off against even though it’s set a while prior to the events of RE1? 🤔
Should I?? 🤔
Yes! Do the encounter!
No! It’s not needed yet! Save zombies for the Mansion Incident!
Thank you for taking the time to help me pick whether or not I should rewrite it! But also holy moly. So many peeps voted yes. I was not expecting that- (O_O)
I’ll likely post it on my AO3 account and sneak peaks here (once I figure out how to add links, I’ll add the link to the fanfic here as well!). 🥰
Heyo! I found this old Chrisker UNSPOKEN Weskie journal entry I wrote years ago. Should I rewrite the entire thing in a 3rd person, past tense POV?? I am very tempted toooo. It’s set before the Mansion Incident. 😳
Thought I’d share a little snippet with you guys and there is a poll at the bottom! 🥰
You can interact with my oc, Ascal, here! I drew this for my OCSN account a few months back and it was fun and silly. Feel free to ask her questions or the like. 🥰
It’s a what if scenario about Jake meeting his father, Albert Wesker. Jake’s mother is a random original character I came up with since I hadn’t found an official character for her in any wikis. If you know any information about her, please let me know! 🥰
I hope you enjoy reading! This is a couple of years old as I have mostly been writing original character content more lately. :’)
I also had artwork drawn for it, but sadly it’s been lost. (TvT)
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The cold bit at Jake’s skin as he trudged up a familiar path, snow and ice crunched beneath his boots with every step he took. He blinked the snowflakes from his lashes and sniffed as he came to a halt by a tombstone, glanced down at the bouquet of lilies in his gloved hand. He was silent for a long moment, feeling a hand harshly grip at his chest with a tight, almost painful squeeze. His throat and eyes grew hot and he cleared his throat before he spoke. His voice was a soft murmur, “Hi, Ma. Been a while since I last came to visit you... Sorry about that.”
He glanced between the concrete tombstone and the flowers held tightly in his hand and he took a step forward to brush some clumps of snow from the top of the structure. Jake did the same with his mother’s name after he crouched with another sniff and he looked down at his hand with a nodded shrug.
“Been travelling a lot more, so I haven’t had time to see you. Luckily for you, I’ve got tons of stories to tell.” The hurt showed as much in his face as it sounded in his voice, even with the small smile. “I think you’d like some of the places I’ve visited… I would’ve taken you with me, too, if you were still here.”
The petals bounced to and fro in the air as he thought about what else to say. “I’ve got more money now. Maybe a little too much.”
He shook his head with a sigh. “I really dunno what to do with it all anymore. ‘Cause before you died, money was something we always needed. For the medicine and the medical bills and shit- You already know all of this.”
The redhead blinked with another shake of the head. He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat again uncomfortably. “Can’t dwell too much on the past, y’know. That’s why I wanted to come chat.”
Jake sat down beside the tomb with his shoulder leaned against it with a soft grunt and he lifted the lilies in the air, saying, “Oh. I brought you your favorite. Here ya go.” He leaned over and set them down where the others had been left and cleaned up from the last time he visited months prior.
“About what I was saying earlier… I met a girl.”
He paused and readjusted his seated position so his arms were crossed over his chest.
“She’s something else, lemme tell you. Reminds me of you sometimes because she’s just as stubborn as the two of us.”
He chuckled and a warm smile spread across his lips.
“Her name is Sherry. She’s been through some shit- like me. Hell, worse than me. Shorter than me, but her hand fits perfectly in mine. You wouldn’t believe how many times I kept myself from reaching over just to hold hers. She’s got pretty, blue eyes. Short, blonde hair. Just the right amount of sass and humor to get a chuckle out of me.”
He sighed heavily and looked up at the sky, white and grey clouds seemingly unmoving because of all the snow that was lazily falling down from them.
“She’s strong, too. Saved my life more than I did her. …She also lost her parents when she was little. Back in that Raccoon City Incident. You know the one that was in the news before I was even born. Wish you could’ve gotten to meet her. I think you would’ve liked her.”
His eyes slipped to a close as he imagined what her face looked like, the way she smiled or frowned up at him. It made his heart race.
“She’s somethin’ special. I really like her. I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon and I hope I can see her again soon.”
His eyes opened and he blinked, furrowing his eyebrows. “I haven’t seen her in a while because I still have people after me. I don’t want her getting hurt because of me. Last time that happened, we got stuck in a hard place for six months and I thought I got her killed. It tore me from the inside and I was worried to death about her while I was away from her. …Do you think I’m doin’ the right thing by cutting off ties with her for a bit?”
There wasn’t an answer and Jake didn’t exactly expect one.
“I believe that would be the best course of action since you are protecting someone you hold dear.”
Jake’s eyes widened and he shot up from his spot, spun on his heel to face the owner of the voice. The man who stood behind the tombstone looked to be his height and he appeared to be in his early sixties. His perfectly placed, blonde hair was peppered with silver and his entire wardrobe was black. Thick, black coat. Black, leather gloves and boots. Black pants. Black scarf and turtleneck. The thing that stuck out to Jake the most was the pair of black shades that the older man wore. Jake frowned and eyed the other skeptically, leaning away from him like he had some disease. Something about him gave Jake a bad feeling and a cold chill ran up his spine. There was also some weird feeling of familiarity coming from the guy.
“Didn’t realize I’d get greeted by the grim reaper. Sorry, but it ain’t my time to go till I say so.”
The man chuckled and stepped around the tombstone, obviously amused. “Death is a tricky thing.” He turned towards the lettering engraved into the concrete slab with a slight frown. “It is patient enough to wait to snatch the life from those who avoid it. Yet, it is quick enough to steal life away from anyone who does not see it coming.”
“Yeah…” A soft breeze made the man’s hair ruffle and Jake’s eyes snapped down to the rose held in a gloved hand. His lips pressed together and his eyes narrowed while he tilted his head. “…Did you know my mother?”
He saw the man’s jaw tense and there was a slight tilt of his head towards the mercenary. “She was your mother?”
“Yeah. She doesn’t get many visitors 'sides, me and a couple of old friends of hers. Figured since you’ve got a flower and you’re here…” Jake trailed off with a shrug and watched the blond kneel down to carefully place the flower in one of the concrete vases attached to the tombstone.
The silence was so damn thick Jake could have easily heard a pin drop in the snow. The man stood to his full height and patted the snow from his knees and coat.
“Let’s just say that I’m an old friend of Miss Muller’s as well.”
Jake narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Really? She never mentioned someone who looked like you.”
“That is probably because you were too young to remember any of the finer details,” the man turned towards Jake like a predator eyeing its next meal. “And I’m fairly certain a mother would not tell her child about every friend or acquaintance she had, either.”
Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, no shit,” he walked back to stand beside the stranger. “but this is my mother we’re talking ‘bout.”
There was another heavy, awkward silence and Jake did a double take towards the man when he found him staring at him rather than the grave. It irked him and the feeling showed on his face by the deep frown. He snapped at him with a brow raised and let his hands fall to his sides, “What?”
“You have your mother’s hair.”
Jake’s frown deepened and he shrugged. “Yeah? So what? That’s how genetics work? Get some shit from your mom and you get some shit from your dad.”
There was another beat of silence and the two stared down at Amaya’s grave.
“You also hold many qualities that your father had.”
The mercenary snapped his head to look at his mother’s supposed old friend with some shock. “You knew my father, too?”
“Indeed.”
“How much of a piece of shit was he with you, huh?” Jake clenched his jaw and glared down at the snow. “Learned some stuff about him that I’m not too happy about.”
There was intrigue in the man’s voice when he spoke, “Such as?”
“Doubt you’d believe me if I told ya.”
“Try me.”
Jake shared a look with him and rubbed the back of his head in thought. Did he really want to tell some stranger about his father? Would he even believe him? Hell no, he wouldn’t believe him. He’d think Jake had some screws loose and that thought made him click his tongue in annoyance. That’s another thing he got from his old man: Being bat shit fucking crazy. Gotta love genetics.
“…He tried to destroy the world. With some virus. Called Uro-burrito or somethin’. I don’t fucking remember the name.” There was silence and a hefty sigh filled with attitude. “Thought he could create a better world or some bullshit by killing off thousands of people. How fucking crazy do you have to be to try a stunt like that?”
The man placed his hands behind his back while Jake continued.
“Didn’t even know who my old man was before I got captured by some group in China. Learned a little about him. He tried destroying the world and thought he was better than everyone else in it was the most those goons talked about. Everyday it was ‘Albert Wesker this’ and ‘Albert Wesker that.’ Fucking annoying..!”
“And you didn’t like the news about your father’s attempt to ‘take over the world,’ then?”
“Hell no! I was happy and pissed off to find out he’s dead.”
All that came from the man was a hum.
Another beat of silence.
“Why were you upset about learning of his death?”
“I..!” Jake opened his mouth and then promptly closed it because he wasn’t entirely sure. He placed his hands on his hips as he thought about it. Why had he been so upset? He’d nearly killed Redfield because Jake found out that he’d been the one to kill Wesker. Instead of answering, the redhead scoffed and glared down at his mother’s tombstone. “None of that matters now,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his fingers on his nose with a sniff. “All that matters is what I do with my life and how I won’t be like that dead piece of shit.”
“You could be greater than him.”
Jake looked back to the pair of shades, feeling uneasy about how the old man was already staring at him. Again. “I know I’m better than him!” He replied, both offended and smug. “Instead of taking lives like he did, I’m protecting and saving them!”
“Spoken like a true savior,” the blond stated in a mocking way and that made Jake more annoyed. “See how long the white knight act will last.” He smirked and shrugged in a smug way. Just like Jake did. “Saving others can get you killed quicker than not.”
“Hey-! Least I—”
“But I will not control what you do and do not do with your life.” The man pulled his sleeve up and glanced down to his watch. “Unfortunately, this idle chat must be cut short. I have places I need to be.”
Jake started to say something when the other turned and promptly walked past him, further down the path. “If we do happen to cross paths in the future…” The man turned to look at the feisty mercenary over his shoulder and he readjusted his sunglasses. “Perhaps we can have a longer talk about your parents. Until we meet again, Jake Muller.”
The younger of the two looked beyond annoyed and he just shrugged with his arms spread wide. “Whatever you say, old man…!” Jake rolled his eyes with a shake of his head and turned back to his mother’s grave. “Damn, what a prick that guy was, huh? Fucking leaving before I could even ask him anything… Whatever.”
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Thank you for taking time to read my short fanfic. 🥰
Heyo! This is a redraw of my oc, Lydia, with my friend’s oc, Ignatius. It’s from a scene we wrote where Lydia confesses her love to Iggy and gave him a kiss for the first time. (He was covered in blood in the scene, but I forgot to add that. It’s fiiine. 🤣)
We are rewriting the main story, so she may not end up with him, sadly. It was one of those instances where we were like “Let’s see how they interact with one another for shits and giggles” then they turned out to be one of our most valuable, strong-connected ships! 😳 It seems like that always happens. Every time we plan a ship, thinking the character go well together, the characters drift apart/break up somehow. Then the ships we do for shits and giggles somehow manage to have the most chemistry. 🤣
So this is some really old fanart/concept art I drew of Jake Muller from my RE Amino days. RIP to the good parts of Amino. I was part of UNSPOKEN, where creators got selected to write journal entries of one (or two) character(s) from the games and each month we would get a random prompt to write their experience in it. Sadly, most of my Jake Muller journal entries were deleted and unsalvageable since Amino shut down and I’m a little sad I didn’t save them to another place.
Anywhoozle, this fanart was drawn to go with my take on the writing prompt, “Fairytale/Folklore” and I chose to yeet Jake & Sherry in the children’s story, “The Dragon Prince.” I’m still very tempted to write an entire story with this idea cause I looooove me some Beauty & The Beast and Jake & Sherry ship. Eeeee.
Update: Oh my god I found it. The written bit and it’s so cringey and I was so proud of it back in the day. Oh my god. I am definitely rewriting that because it’s soooooo cringeyyyyyyy. 🤣😭
The knight’s head thrummed loudly, the ache twisting deeply into the base of his skull like an axe, beating relentlessly as he stumbled down the Citadel hallway. The thirst, unlike anything he had experienced previously, was strong. Sharp. Painful. Terrible. He heard the nearest heartbeat, like wardrums or thumping hooves across a raging battlefield. Anguish tore through him as he grabbed the mess of bright, red, pulsing veins, the heat in the back of his throat growing while he pulled the poor soul close. He choked out a sob, his lips tickling the skin of one’s throat, the prick of his growing fangs continued, urged on by the quickening heartbeat.
“Please… Forgive me!!”
Severus whispered a hissed apology, unable to contain himself, plunging his fangs into the victim’s throat. An appreciative, choked up noise rose from him, eyes widened to their fullest, having a mix of red, blue, and gold. He felt a hand on his face, but he easily grasped their wrist, shoved them to the wall then the cold, stone flooring thereafter. He didn’t stop even when his stomach was full, gorging as much of the sweet, bitter nectar of blood from them. Only paused for a single gasp of air. Then, fingers twisted in the victim’s hair and he bit into their flesh again.
He hated it.
He hated this part of himself. The monstrous part.
They died after an unknown amount of time.
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Heyo!
This is a recent artwork of my vampire-drow boyo, Severus Albescu. He’s a knight who never got to meet his mother. In this piece, he’s struggling big time with his hunger. 🥺😔
Thanks for peeking at my artwork and very short writing bit. The full piece is on my BlueSky (I don’t know how to link it here, but it’s fiiiine.) XD
Since it is May The 4th, I thought I’d share one of my old fanarts I drew a few years ago. I drew this after finding out the original line for Anakin/Vader was replaced with “I hate you!” I may try to redraw it one day. 🥰
Thank you for peeking at my old art! 💙
— 𝐌𝖔𝐤𝖆
Edit: Holy moly. I have more likes on this than I do any of the artworks on my BlueSky account. Thank you, everybody. I might cry. 🥺💙
Welcome to my tumblr! I’ll be honest, I don’t really know how Tumblr works, but I’ve heard about it since middle or high school and my bestie finally convinced me to make an account. I hope to find some cool things here, meet some chill peeps to talk about random things with, & share my silly little oc & fandom things. I’m so nervous and excited!
Below is a bit of info about me and things you might see on this account. 🥰
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— 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 20+ years of age.
— 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: She/Her
— 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞: EST [Eastern Standard Time]
— 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: United States [ʜᴇʟᴘ.]
— 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
╰ An awkward, expressio depressio, disabled artist. Chill, patient, & kind. Sometimes excitable when I’m talking about a special interest.
— 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲:
╰ Working on obtaining a tattoo apprenticeship next year! My friend and I are also working on turning one of our longest rp’s into a book series.
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— 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭:
╰ Writing | OC Art | Original Characters | OC Stuff | Fandoms | Fanart | Fanfictions | Character Q&A’s | Me Asking For Art/Writing Advice | Videogame Content | Videogame Photography
— 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬:
╰ Angst | Romance | Dark Romance | Fluff | Gore | Humor | Etc.
— 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞:
╰ Sporadic | Rare
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— 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬:
[ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠs∙]
╰ Resident Evil (Gameverse)
╰ Haunting Ground (Endless Demento)
╰ Assassins Creed
╰ Batman
╰ The Legend of Drizzt
╰ The Witcher
╰ Legend of Zelda
╰ Star Wars
— 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:
[RE]
╰ Jake Muller | Jill Valentine | Albert Wesker | Chris Redfield | Leon Kennedy | Claire Redfield | Rebecca Chambers | Billy Coen | Sherry Birkin
[Batman]
╰ Batman | Joker | Catwoman | Harley Quinn | Scarecrow | Mad Hatter | Poison Ivy | Two Face
[LOZ]
╰ Link | Ganondorf | Zelda/Sheik | Midna | Fi | Ghirahim
[Star Wars]
╰ Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Obi Wan Kenobi | Mando | Darth Maul | Han Solo | Luke Skywalker | Leia Skywalker
— 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬:
╰ Slow Burn | Enemies To Lovers | Lovers To Enemies | Friends To Lovers | Close Proximity | Sad Romance | Wholesome Romance | Age Gap | Found Family | Etc.
— 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:
╰ The Colors Blue & Pink | Chocolate | Dr. Pepper | Pizza (Especially Pretzel Pizza) | Chimken Nuggets | Dinosaurs (Especially Yutyrannus & Spinosaurus)
— 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬:
╰ Drawing | Reading | Writing | Written RP | Gaming RP | Playing Videogames | Singing (Rarely.) | Streaming (Once my technology behaves again.) | Shwimming (Rare due to medical issues.) | Popping joints like Lego pieces. 🤣
— 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:
╰ Leonardo Da Vinci | Van Gogh | Stan Lee | Keanu Reeves | Markiplier | Johnny Depp
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— 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:
╰ Bullying of any sort. | AI Images/Generators | People being icky & gross. | Bitter Foods | Thunderstorms
— 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐨-𝐍𝐨’𝐬:
╰ AI Generated Content | Bullying | Bigotry | Misogyny | Racists | LGBTQ+ Mistreatment (I want this to be a safe space for LGBTQ+ peeps, and anyone, really!) | Rudeness/Disrespect | Discrimination
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— 𝐁𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝!
— 𝐃𝐍𝐈:
╰ Minors. (I just want everybody to be safe, so I’d prefer only 18+ users to interact with my posts, please! Thank you for understanding. 💙)
— 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:
╰ Some posts may have depictions or descriptions of darker content including: Blood, gore, mental abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of innuendos, death, suicide, starvation, mutations, kidnapping, etc.
— 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐨-𝐍𝐨’𝐬:
╰ Unsolicited, Heavy Flirting. Don’t show/send me things you wouldn’t dream of sending to your mother. I don’t need to see any junk. Eugh.
╰ Asking me to give you my number or email or the like because you’re wanting a hookup. That’s a huge no. I’m not comfy with it, so please do not ask me.
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— 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐬: Open!
╰ I assume asks are like the requests…?
— 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: Open!
╰ I assume requests are like writing requests or doodle requests?
— 𝐃𝐌𝐬: Slow Replies.
╰ Just as it is doing to everyone else, real life is kickin’ my ass, so replies will be slow. And I’m still learning how Tumblr works. Haha.
— 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠: Okay!
╰ Feel free to tag me as long as you are not a bot.
— 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Open!
╰ Like the RP, I’ll likely add a post about my commission information! I’ll do art commissions and writing commissions from time to time.
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