#resi 7

[impzura]

I didn’t like how their faces turned out so I hopped on this trend.

[secret-history-of-reganatlas]

But also, I don’t think Ethan Winters has ever experienced a fucking survival instinct

[dwoality2123]

Someone commented on a Jacksepticeye RE7 episode that they thought Clancy Jarvis (Resident Evil: Biohazard) was a teenager because of the way he spoke and his voice and how his silhouette looks like a regular emo teenager. And now I can't stop thinking about it. I know Clancy is an adult, judging from Google images, but just imagine how much more tragic it would be if he was indeed a teen.

Imagine if Clancy was a teenager that wanted some extra bucks and that's why Peter Walken reacted like that when he saw Andre Stickland brought in Clancy instead of his predecessor. And then he ended up being killed via burning to death by Lucas Baker who was probably a psychopath/sociopath that wasn't diagnosed—considering he killed a poor kid named Oliver when he, himself, was a kid by trapping him in the attic from April to May.

Clancy Jarvis somehow has my heart 😭😭 weirdest minor character fixation I've had

[thatmivy]

Todd Soley did a great job as Ethan. He’s good at delivering those quippy one-liners, anger, and of course, screams of pain and terror.

[thefanficmonster]

Stargazing

Ethan Winters x Mia Winters (Resident Evil Biohazard)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: A year after the events that took place at the Bakers’ residence and the three years of Mia being missing, the Winters spouses have finally been healed enough to start getting back into a regular lively rhythm, nevertheless haunted by the nightmare they lived through. 

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Sorry you’ve had to wait so long for your request but here it finally is! They deserved so much better and I’ll never stop saying that! Sorry for the brief rant, still, hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

Holding Ethan’s hand tightly, Mia follows his instructions to keep her gaze down at the ground and avoid looking up as much as possible. She’s been having a hard time containing the smile on her face, biting her bottom lip a lot to prevent it from showing. Same as she’s had a hard time keeping quiet with her guessing games of where Ethan’s taking her. The man’s unbreakable though, never once was he tempted to let her in on what he’s planned.

It’s been a year since the Baker incident and all the couple has done is switch from one coping mechanism to another. They got stuck in a sort of therapy-work-therapy cycle where they threw themselves in their work and periodically went to their psychiatric appointments, never daring to nudge the topic at home amongst themselves. It was enough that the whole night has remained as a dark cloud hanging over their heads, addressing it has simply been to painful so they’ve steered clear of the topic the best they could.

However, an important thing to note about this coping cycle they created is that it drove all the other mechanics in their lives and their relationship to become routinely and mechanic as well. There was little to no feeling in all they did - not that they ever did much together except have dinner and sometimes breakfast, both of them fully indulged in their work the rest of the day. Work became their therapy eventually, leaving little time for one another and for fixing what’s been broken between them. This conclusion bothered them both to no end but neither wanted to address it out of fear of disturbing the other.

Luckily, Ethan didn’t feel the need to bring it up before taking action.

“Here we are!“ He announces eventually, causing Mia to snap her head upwards without a second to spare, curious eyes doing the best they can to take in the dark surroundings. 

Surprisingly enough, she doesn’t have any problem with the dark. What happened back in Louisiana didn’t give her a phobia of the dark or of ships as her therapist initially thought she’d develop. However, she’s got a huge fear of bugs and insects now - especially mosquitos. Count on her husband carrying anti bug spray wherever they go - now is no exception.

As her eyes slowly adjust to the darkness of their surroundings, it doesn’t take her a while to realize they’re in an open yet secluded field. She’s not the slightest bit surprised by where he’s taken her, in fact, she recognizes it immediately. It’s the spot of their first official date.

“Who knew going to that dorm party would be the best thing I’d do in my life.“ He mumbles under his breath, admiring the sparkles in her eyes as she takes in the beautiful field bit by bit, letting the reel of memories play back, taking her all the way back to that first year of college, that fateful night when they met, followed by the night they came to this field.

“Who knew overcoming my fear of heights at an early age would’ve helped me find the man I’d eventually marry.“ She replies, turning to look at him, their gazes locking in place, both of them no reminiscing on those events they hadn’t recalled in a very long time.

2006

The humidity doesn’t suggest that the summer months have already ended. In fact, the air is still as unbreathable as it was in July and August, making the students who have to return to their studies super conflicted, longing for those beach days with little to no responsibilities. Given that no one is ready for the school year to start, the professors included, the first few weeks of college have been rather stress-free for Ethan. Well, that is if you don’t include the agony of moving into college as a freshman from an entirely different state.

Why he chose to go to college in Texas is a question he still doesn’t have a proper answer to. It was an impulsive, basically overnight decision, one that rattled his parents to no end when he announced it. However, having his own income and savings for college purposes, they couldn’t really do much in stopping him but they didn’t support him either. They kept trying to change his mind until the very last day but alas he stood his ground and now here he is, in his college dorm, trying to read a book while there’s a raging party going on just two floors above. The music is so loud though that is sounds more like it’s taking place in his closet instead. 

His roommate went up to help set the party up, only putting mild effort into getting his Cali-boy roommate to tag along and join the shenanigans which Ethan appreciated. Parties have never really been his scene so he knew he would’ve kept refusing no matter how much he tried getting him up there.

Finding the read hopeless due to the distractions, Ethan ditches the book and lays back on his bed staring at the ceiling, feeling like a fish out of water, ready to suffocate any minute. The AC in the dorm is faulty so it’s not serving its purpose properly, leaving the air at the same temperature as it would be had the device not been turned on at all. He’s stranded on things to do, feeling awfully caged in this new environment without any proper entertainment, going even as far as to second-guess if his parents were maybe right all along.

Fortunately for him, just then, his roommate bursts in, humming along to the song that’s currently being played at the party, never missing a tune even in his clearly intoxicated state.

“Hey Winters, aren’t you Californians supposed to know of a good time? You’re disappointing me right now.“ Jared slurs, laughing a bit as he leans against the wall to keep himself to his feet.

Ethan can’t help but scoff, “Thought I’d be a party animal? Sorry for the letdown.”

Jared laughs, shaking his head, “Come on, Cali. You have two semesters to be sulking around, it’s too early to start. Listen, one beer and thirty minutes, that’s all I’m asking you for. If you like it you can stick around. If not, feel free to leave. Just please give it a shot. How else are you supposed to make friends?”

Ethan stops to contemplate for a second, weighing his options. Jared takes this as a hopeful sign, seeing as how his offer wasn’t immediately turned down as it was the first time. Finally, the blond sighs in defeat: “Ok, but thirty minutes only.“ He says as he slides off the bed, briefly looking at himself in the mirror and deeming his appearance decent enough for a dorm party. As a very new student, he’d like to make a good first impression on his classmates but given that they’re all probably wasted, he’s not stressing too much over his looks at the moment.

Following Jared up to the floor of the party, he’s immediately handed a beer which he accepts with little hesitation. His roommate goes around introducing him to a few people before he disappears with some girl he claims has been his on-again-off-again girlfriend since sophomore year of high school - Sarah. Ethan, of course, doesn’t stop him despite hating the ide of finding himself stuck alone in a crowd of people he’s seeing for the first time in his life. Still, he sticks to the deal: thirty minutes and a beer...ok, two beers, but they’ve done nothing to make him enjoy this party.

So, off he goes to search for Jared to tell him he’s leaving. Thinking he saw the dark haired girl he went off with going up the stairs to the roof, he quickly follows.

Little does he know, that’s not the dark haired girl he’s looking for. That’s Mia

Mia, the rowdy, outgoing Texas tomboy who, unlike Ethan, thoroughly enjoys going to parties and having a good time with her friends and a few drinks. However, even a party animal such as herself sometimes needs to take a breather especially when people are smoking cigarettes as though they’re inhaling air and she’s never tried a cigarette in her life and is actually quite against the idea. She found this rooftop to be her prefect hideaway whenever she felt like her surroundings would suffocate her. Students were strictly instructed that climbing up there would earn them a penalty but that didn’t bother her in the slightest - She’s been frequenting the roof already and it’s been barely a week of her fresh start in college. Luckily, she got over her fear of heights at the tender age of twelve so this journey to quite a high point doesn’t pose as much stress as it would’ve about a decade ago.

As she lies on the floor, looking up at the starry night sky above, she nearly jumps out of her skin when another voice calls out to her presumably though it’s not using the correct name.

“Hey, um, S-Sarah? Have you seen Jared?“ 

Mia turns her head as she sits up, one eyebrow raised as she takes a good look at the silhouette which this voice belongs to. It’s pretty dark so even if she knew him, she wouldn’t be able to recognize him but judging by the voice, this is not someone she’s familiar with. And judging by the accent, this guy is not from around here.

“I’m not Sarah, but if you’re looking for Jared Letterwood, I can guarantee he’s in Sarah’s dorm.“ Mia chuckles, “I’d know. Sarah’s my roommate.“

Ethan cringes at the thought, “Yikes, you’ve got it rough. I mean, Jared’s my roommate but so far I haven’t had to leave the dorm for him to...you know. Hope I never have to.” Suddenly, an idea strikes him, “Wait, where are you gonna sleep tonight?”

She laughs, lying back down with her arms folded behind her head, “Right here.” She drags out the words as she adjusts her position a little, eyes fluttering closed. “Stargazing helps me fall asleep. The whole ambience up here is just...perfect, you know. Jared and Sarah are really doing me a favor.”

Ethan can’t help but scoff, “Call me crazy, but I’ve never stargazed in my life. I don’t know, never really saw the whole appeal. Sure, it’s cool to see in a movie or whatever, but it’s got no real purpose in real life. Not that I’m trying to bash your hobby or anything...”

Before the clueless blond could finish his statement, Mia’s already snapped up in a sitting position, giving him a narrow-eyed glare he can’t really see in the darkness. Her hand taps the spot next to her, “Don’t knock until you try it, Cali boy. Come’ere, see what you’re missing out on.”

Though reluctant, Ethan takes a few steps forward, stopping for a second to ask: “Wait, how’d you know I’m Californian?” Regardless of his confusion, he sits his ass down as he was told, awkwardly laying down so that there’s half a foot or less between their bodies so he doesn’t accidentally touch her and run the risk of freaking her out.

“I know a lot of things, Cali. Unfortunately, your name isn’t one of them. That being said, either you tell me it, or I’ll have to keep calling you Cali.“ She says teasingly.

“Ethan. My name’s Ethan.“ He says through a sigh, unable to contain the smile that spreads across his face.

A smile mimicking his appears on her face as well, “Nice to meet you, Ethan. The name’s Mia.“

Needless to say, the following morning Ethan woke up still on the roof, and surprisingly and terrifyingly enough, with the girl he barely met the night prior in his arms. Under the light of the newly rising day he could examine her features better, taking in her absolute beauty, her pale features contrasting her dark as the night hair. She’s still asleep so he can’t see her eyes but he has no doubt they are as beautiful as she is. Everything about her looks so delicate yet sharp simultaneously. And he’s simply in awe.

To avoid any awkwardness in case she wakes up, he falls back asleep, not even trying to remove his arms from around her body, silently hoping she won’t kick his ass for it. The next time he wakes up, an undecided amount of time later, he’s alone on the rooftop. Alone with a note that says: ‘Did you like it? If yes, I got a better stargazing spot to show ya. You know where to find me 

 ~ M‘

“And boy, was I missing out on something.“ Ethan whispers, gently running his fingers through his wife’s hair as they lay in that same field she was referring to in her note to him, gazing up at the stars, limbs intertwined, bodies completely collided.

“Told ya. Stargazing is incredible, ain’t it?“ Mia replies, snuggling closer though that’s simply impossible.

Her husband chuckles, his chest rumbling with the noise, “That’s not really what I meant.”

Her brows furrow but she doesn’t look at him, “Oh? Then what did you mean?”

With a content sigh, he replies, “I was missing out on having you in my arms, falling asleep and waking up by your side.“ He says, his lips planting a gentle kiss at the top of her head that has her melting in his embrace.

Mia’s not the romantic nor cheesy half of this relationship, quite the opposite, but she feels emotions to a way deeper level than Ethan would imagine her feeling. So, thankful to the darkness, Mia allows her eyes to gloss over with emotional tears as she rises up to collide her lips with his in a soft and tender kiss. 

“I missed you so much, Mia.“ Ethan whispers when they pull away, foreheads resting against each other.

“I promise to never make you miss me again, baby.“ She replies in a tone as hushed as his. As though they are both afraid someone would overhear this vow of theirs and try to force them to break it.

“That’s impossible.“ He says with a soft chuckle, “I always miss you at least a little.“

Mia hums in response, “Well, right now, you don’t have to miss me at all. I’m all yours. You’re the only thing on my mind, Mr. Winters.“

Even in the dark, she sees the grin that lights up his face, “As you are the only thing on mine, Mrs. Winters.” With that, their lips reestablish their contact, this time maintaining it longer, making it more passionate than before.

[gayrudeboys]

more peppy enjoying youtubers, this episode: jacksepticeye playing resi7

[screwtheprinceimtakingthehorse]

FOOLS AND KINGS, CHAPTER TWO

The Deep of the Burning Sea at Moonrise

Four months later.

Emily, Dion, and Charlie, signed up for training Mia, while Chris, Rolando, and John took over Ethan’s ‘apprenticeship,’ as they called it. Emily had decided to help Mia build up strength and endurance, both of which she was lacking after living in that fucking house for so long, scared half (and some days, all the way) out of her mind. She’d receive weapons training as well, but she’d already warned them that she didn’t wish to know more than the absolute basics. Dion would focus her on defence and disarming techniques rather than having to do the shooting herself. Chris still had to keep himself from wincing when he remembered her telling him, through sobs, how she’d cut off Ethan’s hand with a goddamn chainsaw. And even though no more than a faint line on Ethan’s skin remained to remind them of the injury, Chris had the feeling it still troubled him, anyway — perhaps precisely because there seemed to be no lasting physical effects.

Ethan said he’d never been much for guns, but he had no choice but to find his way around them in the Baker mansion. Chris suspected his bravado now was partly an effort to balance his wife’s reluctance when it came to firearms, but Ethan readily agreed to all the weapons training Chris and John could give him. Charlie was in charge of physical recovery and strength, building Ethan up from a somewhat spindly computer nerd into someone who could credibly nudge a boulder. Chris jumped in on Charlie’s days off to go running with Ethan first thing in the morning, though, and together they explored the woods around the house. During those runs, Chris did carry a comms link to the base, just in case, but he took care to make sure they weren’t listening.

Sometimes, he and Ethan talked; about Dulvey, about Mia, about Ethan’s own recovery. It was on a run just after dawn that Ethan confided in Chris that they were having nightmares, both of them, verging on night terrors. That they were still frightened of the Mold — not just of creatures finding them in the night, but of the infection inside them.

Chris had ordered as many tests as there were protocols for the Winters when they’d gotten them out of Dulvey, and regular check-ups ever since. He’d seen the results, too — promising, and stable. But he understood that fear never quite went away. He knew the same was true of Claire, who’d had her own brush with one of the viruses; and so it went for Jill, for Carlos, and for Leon.

“What about you?” Ethan asked, keeping pace with Chris more easily than he’d managed a month or even just a week before; though Chris still slowed down a little for him. Ethan had joked that they should go weight training together, and Chris had carefully reacted with nothing more than a noncommittal grunt. Being Ethan’s spotter, when Chris already had difficulty dealing with sweaty, wrung-out-after-a-run Ethan stretching to cool down and in the process revealing the more and more toned muscles of his back where his shirt rode up, wouldn’t be a good idea. (It hadn’t helped that Ethan had playfully pinched Chris’ bicep where he could reach him across the table, much to Mia’s amusement. Chris had managed not to flinch away, instead lightly batting at his hand; only making Ethan grin wider.)

Here, now, Chris shook his head at himself. Ethan was telling him about the horror that kept visiting upon the two people in his charge, and he was… fuck, he had no idea what he was doing.

“I’ve seen my fair share, and some nights I still see it,” he said, and perhaps it came out more wistfully than he’d meant it to, because Ethan looked over at him with something gentle in his eyes.

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Chapter One

[jupitermelichios]

Jupiter’s top 10 horror games for Quarantine (or any other time)

Disclaimer here, that I watch a lot more lets plays of horror games than I do play them myself, because I’m a big wuss, so these recs are based on atmosphere and story more than they are gameplay mechanics. That said, I haven’t recc’d anything where I know the actual mechanics to be miserable.

I’ve given a content warning for one game which deals with mental health issues in a way I know to be triggering for some people but it should go without saying that as horror games all of these contain at least some potentially squicky or triggering content. If you want more detailed warnings, hit me up and I’ll be happy to provide them. Oh, and I won’t say that there’s no jump scares in here, but there’s no games which rely on jumpscares as a regular mechanic, because that’s just lazy writing.

Soma

One of the rare games that really is as clever as it thinks it is, Soma is a hauntingly creepy slice of hard sci-fi with a lot to say on the nature of consciousness, hope, and nihilism. It also has an optional no monsters mode, which I’d recommend personally. It doesn’t detract from the atmosphere one bit, and it makes the game accessible for people with motor issues by removing the QTEs.

Resident Evil VII

I’m not usually an action-horror fan, but this is brilliantly atmospheric and charmingly weird in a way that’s uniquely Resi. Fun gameplay and a story that’s just the right balance of compelling and utter nonsense blend surprisingly smoothly with an atmosphere of old school horror.

Outlast

I know I know, horror set in asylums has been done to death and has some really fucked up origins, but hear me out on this one. Outlast takes genre tropes and character beats that have been done a million times before and elevates them. Mostly by having a main character who makes entirely reasonable decisions. Yes he sneaks into the creepy hospital at night (albeit for a good reason) but the minute he figures out he’s in a fucking horror story, his only motivation is to gtfo and that makes everything he goes through relatable in a way horror protagonists rarely are.

Little Nightmares

I have limited patience for the use of child protagonists in horror stories, but like Inside (below) Little Nightmares gets around this aversion by having some of the best art direction I’ve ever seen, no cutesy child dialogue (no dialogue at all in fact) and atmosphere by the bucket load. It’s Limbo by way of Gormenghast and I urge you to try it for the stunning art if nothing else.

Pathalogic 2

My mutuals will already know how much I adore the Pathlogic series (I may or not be planning to get a Pathalogic tattoo). Honestly the original is a more effective horror game, but it’s also badly translated and janky to the point of being more or less unplayable. 2 fixes most of the jank, and only those few weirdos who actually remember the first one would ever think it was lacking anything. This is a series totally unlike anything else you’ve ever played, and it’s worth your time. It’s unlikely you’ll ever play another game with quite this much thought behind it again.

Verde Station

This game was made in response to a challenge - to make a horror games that doesn’t use darkness. It’s also the only one of these recs that comes with a major content warning - if you suffer from false memories, lost time, or dissociation, take care when playing this game. It’s only a couple of hours long, but it’s probably the greatest use of gameplay mechanics as storytelling I’ve ever seen. The Charnel House Trilogy

This is probably the game on this list the least people have heard of, but it’s well worth checking out. Great voice acting, plenty of black humour, and the best representation of what it feels like to be at home by yourself with only your paranoia for company since Gone Home.

Deadly Premonition

Did you watch Twin Peaks and think “wait I thought this was supposed to super weird, and also I really wish the main character would stop hitting on highschoolers’? Good news, Japanese auteur game director Swery is here to show David Lynch how it’s done. It holds the Guinness world record for the most polarised game reviews ever, so when I say you’ll either love it or you’ll hate it, I really do mean that. Personally I love it.

Pony Island

Yes IMSCARED did the meta horror first, and Doki Doki Literature Club did the reveal better, but Pony Island is a brilliantly weird not particularly scary little meta horror game, full of nicely realised little details and fun puzzle gameplay.

Inside

The only other exception to my children in horror rule (don’t @ me Inside the Sleep fans), Inside is an absolute masterclass in non-verbal storytelling. From the first moment, when your player character cowers away from a threat you didn’t even know was a threat yet, this is a story told in lighting and body language. If you’ve ever wondered what ‘show don’t tell’ really means to writing, this is it.