hey so if you expect me to write shit like a love triangle between chris, jill, and jessica, you’re mistaken — that sort of shit isn’t cool or edgy. it’s harmful.
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hey so if you expect me to write shit like a love triangle between chris, jill, and jessica, you’re mistaken — that sort of shit isn’t cool or edgy. it’s harmful.
SO WHO’S GONNA step the fuck up and be jill’s valentine .
jill, upon being freed from the P30 serum : i’m fine !
also jill : collapses
inbox call ! 🔪✨
* HEAVEN SENT / HELL BENT claire redfield . by winona .
hey . . . give this a like if you want a follow from my claire blog .
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THE ONE AND ONLY . ( personals , do not reblog . )
this one goes out to all the leons
game dev culture is wearing slippers and a onesie at the office and nobody bats an eye
jill is a napper. she likes naps. pass out with her and you know it’s real
a court of mist and fury sentence starters
“i fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us.”
“when you spend so long trapped in the darkness, you find the darkness begins to stare back.”
“there are good days and hard days for me—even now. don’t let the hard days win.”
“if you were going to die, i was going to die with you.”
“you’re a real bastard, you know that?”
“there are different kinds of darkness. there is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. there is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. it becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. it is not wholly bad or good.”
“i’m thinking… i’m thinking i was a lonely, helpless person, and i might have fallen in love with the first thing to show me a hint of kindness and safety.”
“i am broken, and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you.”
“i would have torn apart the world to get you back.”
“i’m thinking that i look at you and feel like i’m dying. like i can’t breathe. i’m thinking that i want you so badly i can’t concentrate half the time i’m around you, and this room is too small for me to properly bed you.”
“i hope they all burn in hell.”
“the issue isn’t whether they loved you, it’s how much. too much. love can be a poison.”
“many atrocities have been done in the name of the greater good.”
“did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”
“you gave up on me. you were my friend.”
“life is better when you’re around. and look how lovely your handwriting is.”
“i know you—more than you realize, i think—and i don’t believe for one damn minute that you’re remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on their ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on their ass while you were shredded apart—”
“come on. we don’t bite. unless you ask us to.”
“but i couldn’t… i couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. i still can’t stay away.”
“i’d much rather you licked my wounds for me.”
“you decide your fate—your choices. not me.”
“i’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.”
“i heard you begging for someone, anyone, to get you out. i heard you say no.”
“i will kill anyone who harms you. i will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it. go ahead. hate me—despise me for it.”
MUTUALS ONLY . plotting call . hit the heart .
ANTICIPATION SEEPS INTO HER like gentle rain ; never before has jill valentine been afraid of the storm , but once , JUST this once , she’s . . . nervous . aside from chris and other bsaa officials , claire is the first to officially visit since her return . a WARMTH settles around jill’s heart at the sentiment , yet melancholy prowls in the back of her mind . observing her with its not - eyes . just how MUCH had things changed ? is she truly free from P30′s control ? or will a part of her always be gone ? will she ever get to know ? a frown creases jill’s brow ---------- so many questions , and so little ANSWERS . is this what it means to be a ghost , dying and coming back only to see that the rest of the world has moved on ?
the doors of the rehab facility’s lounge swing open and she looks up . catches sight of familiar , friendly features and a name spills from her lips . jill stands , takes a step . then two . “ CLAIRE ? ” @hallowburnt / claire !
@tripledshot @zombiexpress-gone y’all are really out there doing the fucking most and shipping leon with sherry , little girl he’s known since she was TWELVE and he was in his TWENTIES , huh ?