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@quantumtrickstercascade
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86660586/chapters/229347596
I have finally posted the first chapter of the sequel to Memory of Lost Things. Hopefully the horror lands just as well as the first one. Nothing ever goes wrong in Baltic forests...
So for the first time ever, and I do mean ever, I said the Leon/Claire ship maybe had a point in a couple theories.
The Aeon fans descended like I was a suspected witch in a 16th century village.
They came barreling in, claws out, insulting my mother, my bloodline, and the hypothetical children I may or may not have. And honestly? Saying that is me being polite. They were up in my business like an octopus suction-cupped to my face, throwing so much shade NASA canceled a launch.
I woke up to twenty-something replies with torches, pitchforks, and at least one person who clearly needed water, a snack and a supervised internet break.
You know who’s weirdly chill most of the time? Leon/Chris shippers and Leon/Luis shippers.
Chreon fans are off in their corner drawing smut and shitposting on Tumblr with the serenity of no cares in the world. Leon/Luis fans? Their ship sank ages ago, but they rode that wreck all the way down with both middle fingers in the air, and somehow they’re still throwing a rave at the bottom of the ocean.
I don’t even ship either of those, but they’ll still let you sit at their table, hand you a box of colored pencils, while stressing that imagination is the only law that matters here.
Anyway, don’t come for me. This has happened so many times in online exchanges that it’s gone from fandom drama to a straight up weather pattern.
Rant over. Probably.
I used to write a lot when I was younger. Then life happened and it went by the wayside. For years I didn't write, until this year. Life's increasing momentum came to a screeching halt as I was placed on bed rest, heavily restricted, isolated–to protect a high risk pregnancy. So, for lack of much to do and relegated to a bedroom, I've launched myself head first into writing again.
And since I have an obsession with all things Resident Evil, I chose to delve into the world of fanfiction writing. I hope you enjoy my storytelling, or even tolerate it ^-^
Memory Of Lost Things
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82763206/chapters/217892616
And a little art to go with it. Friend of mine provided these for me, they are AI generated but I know sh** about AI and prompts and all that wizardry hooplah, and that's her territory. These are all out of order but...I'm lazy.
Why do I always fall headfirst into the least popular ships?
Just so I can starve for content like a dirty dog in the street.