It's common in Japanese to refer to people in ways that aren't explicitly gendered. Eve and Elizabeth are referred to as "they" in the subtitles because nobody else genders them, so the translator had no way of knowing. Eve has been confirmed to be a guy on Twitter and, given the target audience of the series and the fact that all vampires are biologically male, Elizabeth almost certainly is as well.
i see
but that still isn't going to take eve being non-binary away from me </3
"my parents wouldn't even know their oldest kid is alive if it weren't for peer-reviewed journals, and their youngest pours shots for a living." she pushes the glass away from her. "i don't think that's what they were going for."
she says it like a joke, but it's not what they wanted - themselves in perfect miniature, just as smart and just as successful, strong-minded but polite enough to never offend. they might have gotten it with her, if they hadn't pushed so hard. they almost found it in cleo, before she cut and run with no explanation save the not-very-flattering story her ex-husband told them.
(in all honesty, clementine thinks that if her parents talked to conrad lawrence a lot less, she'd like them a lot more. most days she's indifferent to having a sister, but she definitely didn't sign up for a brother.)
CECELIA JANE SHEPARD (mass effect) / MARIS CATHERINE SAILER (fallout 3)
RUBY NELSON (fallout: new vegas) / CLEO FURTH LAWRENCE (resident evil)
i was tagged by @dihardys to make some ocs with this picrew, ty macy!! tagging @yennefre @untaintedtea @indorilnerevarine @lavinet @shepardgf @florbelles and anyone else who wants to!
fandom: resident evil
rating: m
relationship: chris redfield & jill valentine
words: 6233
warnings: major character death, some alcohol use
Twelve members of S.T.A.R.S. go into the Spencer Mansion. Four come out. Jill Valentine, adrift after the sudden death of her partner, struggles to cope.
[read on ao3 here!]
hi here's an actual post for this fic instead of me just dropping the link in the middle of the night. i'm honestly super happy with how this turned out so i hope y'all like it too! the first couple sections are under a read more here, but the rest is on ao3 since it's so long.
Saturday 25 July 1998, 06:01 CDT
There’s less than a minute left on the mansion’s self-destruct timer when Barry finally manages to drag Jill onto the helicopter.
It's a difficult task to begin with - she's not weak by any means - but compounded with the fact that Chris is still inside the lab, it's nearly impossible. She fights him tooth and nail, even though she can hear the timer too, knows what will happen if she goes back. Umbrella doesn't need to claim another victim, not when there's a chance. S.T.A.R.S. doesn't need to return to the station a fourth of its original size, when they can save a third.
But he manages to pull her in, and Rebecca heaves the door shut; they're already in the air, hoping against hope to outpace the explosion. They do, though it rocks them, sets the forest beneath them ablaze. Jill shoves herself into the corner, takes off her beret to wring it between her hands.
“I’m sorry,” he says, for lack of anything better, but how could an apology ever make up for having a part of yourself ripped away?
“It's okay.” She doesn't look at him, eyes closed against the rising sun. “He's alive. I just know.”
Saturday 25 July 1998, 17:59 CDT
Chris isn't coming back.
Jill knows it deep in her bones, the same way she knows his coffee order and his favorite movie and the million other little things that made up the fabric of him. No one could survive that. It’s all she thinks about as she stands in the RPD lobby, only half-there while Irons demands an explanation. As she's carted off to the hospital, poked and prodded more times than she can count before they let her shower. As the four of them write up their reports and she adds his name to the list of casualties with a shaking hand.
Chris isn't coming back. Like a mantra. Chris is gone. Like if she says it enough times it will stop tasting like rot on her tongue. Chris is -
No. She can't go that far. There's a finality about it she won’t yet face.
Barry says something about a memorial, about calling Chris’s sister, and Jill nods along at all the right moments. She's not fooling him, but he doesn't comment, only gently suggests that she get some sleep and offers to drive her home. The idea of going back to her tiny apartment, boxing herself in, constricts her lungs.
“I - ” It's hard to get the words out around the tightness, the thing that's making its home in her chest. “I don't think I can be alone right now.”
Rebecca comes with her. Jill remembers, through the fog, that Richard died too. There's some kind of sick luck in that, in being the only people who can understand each other now.
CLEMENTINE FURTH x CARLOS OLIVEIRA -> u ever seen someone SO ur type that ur blood pressure just drops // CLEO FURTH LAWRENCE x ALBERT WESKER -> you ever meet a man and it's so obvious that no one in his life has ever told him to shut the fuck up
one of the furths has good taste and the other has a doctorate
i was tagged by @indorilnerevarine and @florbelles to make some clowns in these meikers, thanks y'all!! [m/f, m/m, f/f, nb]
tagging @yennefre @untaintedtea @rhaenyratargeryn and anyone else who wants to!
