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rambling about charlie and his sexuality…
expanding on charlie and pride a little… he’s always been aware of his attraction to men (and women lol) but it’s never really bothered him. that doesn’t mean he’s been out and proud his whole life- because he definitely hasn’t been- and during his navy days “don’t ask don’t tell” was a thing (and it never never went away let’s be real) so he never talked about any of the sexual experiences he had with men and he definitely didn’t date any. (though he barely dated any women either so maybe that’s a bit more moot point…)
charlie is a quietly self assured person and that’s part why the internalized homophobia never fully set in, but he was also already the weird kid that didn’t fit in with his peers so there’s a survival instinct™️ that was born from his small town upbringing and continued well into his military career. even if he was internally like “alright, I like dudes, I don’t really think this is bad or should even matter…” he also knew damn well not to advertise it. and that attitude never completely went away. even now he’s not really publicly out. privately to friends sure, but he’s just more or less morphed into a supportive but “it’s not really anyone’s business” type of guy.
also labels - not something he really knows about? or at least not to a more modern extant, and he doesn’t really care for them anyways.
his relationship with romance is a lot more complicated (and as an aromantic person I can talk about this forever because people really don’t recognize the nuance and hell that is any kind of aromanticism-) but he feels some romantic attraction (even if it’s only a little) towards others but he doesn’t want to be in a relationship.
part of that is that he’s had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea of monogamy, and that does make him feel like a bad person who shouldn’t date because he’s worried about upsetting the other person or not doing it “right”, and he’s not really aware of other options. but to be clear! romance is also just not a priority in his life. he’s never really imagined the whole wife and kids thing for himself as an adult (he also really doesn’t want kids lol) and he knows that deep down he’s got issues that would make maintaining a healthy relationship really tough. it’s just not worth it to him. he’s self assured enough to shrug off any sort of crap people give him for it (though being a traditionally masculine presenting man with a military background definitely helps) and he finds plenty of fulfillment between his job, friends, and dogs. (and I mean that. he’s fine. he doesn’t need a magical romance “fix”).
at the end of the day he just prefers to hook up with friends he feels comfortable with or strangers he’ll never see again. he’s chillin.
he could use 30 more dogs though.
happy pride!
UNUSUAL MUSE ASSOCIATIONS
spice: cinnamon
weather event / natural disaster: blizzard
color: dark blue
plant: apple tree
animal: dog
weapon: greatsword
subject / major: physical education
gemstone / mineral: lake superior agate
make-up product: acne cream
candy: snickers
fear: failing the team / losing himself
method of long-distance travel: helicopter
art style: tonalism
poem: the snow man - wallace stevens
wood: hickory
mythological creature: werewolf
celestial body: blue giant star
romcom archetype: the best friend
// tagged by: stolen from @metmydeadline
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ETHAN WINTERS & DION WILSON resident evil village, 2021
Tell me a truth about your character's relationship with The Village.
the village was a critical point for charlie. the decision to split from the bsaa and put full trust in chris and the team, the guilt at failing to rescue ethan but the joy of finding mia alive and rescuing rose (which would later lead to becoming close to rose), the confrontations with the supernatural lycans, finding the bsaa deploying bioweapons… it’s one of those moments in his life that separates everything into pre and post. there’s the life he lived before the village and then there’s the after. he didn’t experience some big moral or personality change but there was a shift. one that there’s no going back from. now that he’s seen what he’s seen he’s never going to retire and he’s never going to be able to stop fighting. not when there’s real horrors out there that he can do something about. not when there’s a place for him on the team.
@ka9in3
She moves like she works here, or at least used to. The helmet light attached to one of the rails on her skullclamp is doing its work today, clicked on to illuminate wherever Emily, alias Tundra, is currently looking. This is strictly off the books, and she can bet that Blue Umbrella is going to be here soon enough, so she's trying to work fast... and succeeding.
Papers are picked up and scattered back to the floor in seconds. While he works on the filing cabinet, she's taking out a screwdriver, expertly removing the side panel from a PC block and, rather than try to download its contents, just taking out the entire hard drive to shove in one of her multiple dump pouches. Makes sense why she has more of them than the magazines on her vest could fill. "Because I like to know what's going on and I already have a feeling that when the BSAA gets their hands on this stuff it's going to disappear."
One hard drive, two, then over to a whiteboard on the wall. She raises a hand to her helmet cam, takes a picture, and keeps moving. "The pen is still mightier than the sword, Charlie, just not in the same way it used to be. Forewarned is still very much forearmed, and I want to be as forewarned as it's possible to get."
Now she's on her way over to help him with the cabinet, having moved through the rest of the room like a very focused dervish. Out comes a small prybar with a thin spade, stuck between drawer and body to pop the whole thing out. She leafs through the first few folders, then jumps to the back.
Glances at him. Finally. "You, uh, want to go... watch the door?"
He shrugs at her explanation. He doesn’t share her need to know everything about everything, and he doesn’t care to know what the BSAA did with the information they gathered. They were doing good. He had to trust that- trust Redfield and the team he was building or he couldn’t trust anything at all.
Plus, he had learned a long time ago that there was no point in asking questions. Only thing it did was cause trouble; and usually the kind that got you kicked off the team and unable to do anything anyways, or killed. The sword had always seemed plenty mighty to him.
“Whatever you say, Em.” He continues leafing through the folders he pulled from the cabinet with little clue what he’s looking for until he finds a couple of random medical reports. He doesn’t bother trying to read them because he’s not going to understand anything anyways, just rips them out, folds them up into a neat little square, and tucks them away in a side pocket.
The next drawer he goes for is stuck fast. The metal warped inward like it’s been kicked, jamming the top of the drawer against the lip of the cabinet. His first attempt to muscle it open just breaks off the handle, so he reaches for the knife at his belt, intending to pry it open until Emily glances his way.
You, uh, want to go... watch the door?
He pauses, noting how much faster she’s clearing the room than him, and nods. Fair enough. He sheathes his knife and moves to the door, peering down both ends of the hallway with his gun held at the ready.
It’s silent.
He keeps a steady watch as it stays that way until the sound of Emily rustling through paper after paper is interrupted by a far away squeak of boots on concrete. He whips his head to the left and dials in. It sounds like one set- no two, and coming this way fast. He ducks back into the room and signals to get her attention.
“Possible hostiles approaching.” It’s more of a guarantee. They’re the only two members of the team and of the BSAA period that should still be here; which left the only other occupants as Blue Umbrella or whoever had left this mess in the first place. “At least two.”
-> @crucialelement
“If you see anything in this place that looks like research papers, some kind of tox report, anything like that, grab it for me. I don’t want to leave empty handed and we won’t be coming back this way.” (From crucialelement!)
“Roger that.” He dutifully began rummaging through the spread of papers on the desk in front of him. They were in what looked like a makeshift lab of sorts, populated by only a handful of desk, chairs, and leaning shelves. The entire room was lit by only a couple red wall lights, casting the room in a dim and eerie glow.
He didn’t know the specifics about what they had been working on but whoever had been here had definitely left in hurry. Chairs were tipped over, papers were scattered across every available surface including the floor, vials of unidentifiable substances were left open to drool onto counter tops, it was a mess.
He quickly leafed through paper after paper, looking for anything that looked like a medical report and when he didn’t find anything on top of the desk he turned his attention to its various drawers. He pulled open the top one with enough force that the rusty handle popped clean off. He tossed it aside with a grunt. He pulled out a couple of black folders and began flipping through their contents. As he did so he couldn’t help but ask-
“Why are we looking for research papers?”
He trusted Emily more than he trusted himself when it came to gathering information, but as far as he knew this wasn’t part of their original mission objective.
-> @crucialelement
@ka9in3 asked for a starter .
military involvement wasn't too uncommon given the tight security around and in the facility itself and given the amount of investment put into them however there was usually was hints to when and why.
❛ even military staff should have their id badge visible or did you misplace it ? ❜ the comment may seem innocent enough but it had a purpose ❛ i can help you look if you want , they've gotten stricter with the rules recently ❜ he scratched the back of his neck with a soft sigh.
Charlie wore an expression of pure shock. Not aimed at the cleaner? in front of him- but at himself. “No I- I didn’t misplace it.” He checked through each of his pockets for a third time, and then a fourth, his hand movements growing more and more frantic as they came up empty.
“What the- I had it earlier. I know I did.” He mumbled to himself in disbelief. Where was it? He’d let himself in this morning so he had it, just not anymore. Shit. Chris was going to kill him. He could not lose his badge. He did not have the kind of security clearance that could be easily waved off.
He turned with a growing expression of panic, missing the fact that the janitor had already offered to help, as he began scanning the floor at their feet. “It’s gotta be lying around here somewhere. Have you seen it?”
-> @ph4g0

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Charlie shifted uncomfortably as Ethan raved. It was a good thing his face was covered because he couldn’t stop the grimace beneath his gator, or the pained look that flashed across his eyes. The situation with Mia had been a mess. When they had been given the orders it had all made sense. They were dealing with unknown supernatural powers, they had reason to believe that Mia was dead and Ethan and Rose infected, they had to react quickly, had to react strongly in order to save as much as they could. They had been naive and careless. It was never supposed to spiral the way it did. Then Miranda had gotten the jump on them again and now Ethan more than anyone, was paying for it. This whole mission felt like a constant string of fuckups. He respected the hell out of Chris, would do anything the man asked him to without question, but he agreed with Rolando. They should’ve told Ethan from the start. But he wouldn’t be the one to say that to his captain’s face. He knew Chris was already beating himself up for the whole situation. They all were. It wasn’t lost on him that he had the opportunity to tell Ethan everything now, but what would that really help? Mia was dead. Miranda had probably disposed of her the minute she had transformed herself. Another failure on their part. While he felt Ethan’s anger was too focused on Chris- the man wasn’t wrong to hate them for what they had done. “I’m sorry, Mr. Winters.” And he meant that, truly. Looking at him now all torn up, family dead, ranting like a madman- he knew he would be sorry to this man for the rest of his life. “Please just sit back. The team will find Rose.” Or whatever was left of her.
-> @rothaunt
" you don't, you don't fucking understand. " his hands move around, they lift, sway, wring into fists. he scratches his palms on his filthy jeans, soaked in the blood wine flooding the basement of the castle, covered in cobwebs from the dank halls of the house hidden in the mist, laced with holes burned through it by the bile spewed out by the submerged monstrosity, frayed to near ribbons by the claws of dogmen. his clothes barely cling to his thin frame. biting air leeches his body heat, he shivers without notice, too wrapped up in his fervor. he needs to explain it, no matter how insane the story is. " you don't... "
a sharp, shaking inhale, pressed out in a cloud of fog, spiraling, swirling as he refuses to sit back down.
" they butchered her. those freaks, they... hang on, i have it here. " he spins, yanks his bag from the ground and sinks his fist into it. the contents bang against his split knuckles until his numb fingers find the soft-shelled journal. he rips it from within, drops the bag and flips through it. he locates the thick vellum, the note he found like so many others, tucked between the pages of his own handwritten notes. " this, this isn't my writing. this was, i dunno, someone. he says right here, ' miranda turned her into crystal with her touch. ' " he holds the crumbled paper before him, the delicate scrawl across the speckled page speaks of the villager hiding in the shadows and watching miranda touch the strange infant, the child's form turning into glittering crystal, than each of the lords taking a piece of the child and placing them in the amber flasks bearing their family crests, to hide away from the outsider who would come for his daughter soon.
" they cut her up into piece and put her in jars. they-- it, it doesn't matter. i killed them. i got all four flasks. in the castle, the haunted house, the sunken shack and the ruins of the stronghold. i got them and i, i put them in the giant's stone chalice. the duke, he told me it would work. " he trips over his words, rushes to vomit up the explanations, unaware of how crazed he sounds, or more correctly, does not care. he knows it to be true. " i put the flasks in the slots and i saw something, she's alive. she put images in my head. i've gotta get back to the goblet and put her back together, please. you guys have already murdered my wife, let me save my daughter. let me save rose! "
He instinctively tensed around his weapon as Ethan reached for his bag, but the man just pulled out a journal and began frantically flipping through it. He watched, confused, as Ethan held up a wrinkled piece of paper. His brow furrowed. He could barely read it around Winters’ shaking hands, and any of the words he did catch made little to no sense.
Miranda, crystal, shadows, flasks- they cut Rose into pieces? Jesus Christ- he wished that wasn’t believable but after all the shit he’d seen in the village he wouldn’t put anything past these freaks. But it didn’t mean Ethan’s daughter was alive either. In fact, he was pretty sure being chopped up and stuffed into jars meant being super dead. Images in his head, hallucinations, and the Duke? Who the fuck was the Duke saying all this? This was madness.
But Ethan sure seemed to believe it. He could read it in his face, the hunch of his shoulders, the desperate edge in his voice. He had already dealt with the lords. Alone. This was real to him.
He shifted uneasily again.
“Mr. Winters, listen-“ he started and then trailed off. What worth did his words have? No matter how he felt they weren’t going to make things right, and it had been the right move to try and get the jump on Miranda. But Ethan’s words had sent the slow creep of guilt crawling up his spine. Right move… but they had failed this family. Failed Ethan most of all.
After a moment of hesitation he sighed. “You just have to go to the goblet…?” Christ, what was he even saying. He should not be feeding into whatever this was. But it wasn’t a bad idea to keep moving either, and if he came with him maybe it would stop Ethan from running off alone and doing something stupid as soon as his back was turned, or dying of a hysteria-induced heart attack.
-> @rothaunt
There’s a sudden crash and he’s already turning around doubling back before he hears the scream. It sounds like a child- where did that come from? and he makes it into the room just in time to see Emily fire a slew of rounds into someone’s gut. Then she’s jerking her head back, hand cupped over her face, the enemy hasn’t even hit the ground yet when he’s by her side in a heartbeat. Gloved fingers gingerly grab her chin and tilt her head back so he can get a look. He can tell it hurts from the way she’s moving, but there’s too much wet soaking the fabric over her face to really tell much of anything. She peels her gator back but then everything is just red. Her attempt to wipe it does little more than smear the mess down her face. He shifts his rifle to the side and fumbles with a glove, removing it awkwardly. He uses his pale fingers to wipe the worst of her face, not caring that blood stains his bare skin. He’s not doing a very good job and still can’t see much but- “It doesn’t look broken.” It wasn’t pretty though. He gently turns her face left and then right before he releases her. He could only hope that she was right. He casts a glance to the offending corpse at her feet and shakes his head. He doesn’t ask what happened, they don’t have the time, but he will later. He assumes it was just some lucky bastard and a cheap shot; happens to the best of them. At least the guy hadn’t been as lucky in the aftermath. “You should’ve left him alive, Em. We all would’ve taken turns pistol whipping him back for you.” It’s a joke, really. Putting bullets into an enemy as fast as possible was always the right move, but he hopes the thought cheers her up. Her face was going to bruise badly at the very least, and he knew it had to hurt like hell. He slides his glove back over blood stained hand and steps aside. He lingers at her arm for a moment just in case the damage was worse than he thought and she needed help moving.
-> @berkh0ff
working in a team environment has always been and will always be preferable in every sense of the word. scouting the snow-covered countryside of an eastern european bow trap was certainly not enticing from the standpoint of being alone: training took you everywhere, surely, but it did very little for the consistent threat of training running dry to some regard. it was an inevitable, really. you could spend your entire life training for the worst, only to find that the worst was so much worse. what felt like lifetimes ago now, she'd heard plenty of stories of by the skin of the teeth survivals, defying odds that had laid heavily on the unlucky ... pushed even the most driven to a bleak chain of thought under the looming stare of demise.
(not that a team atmosphere changed that entirely, of course. if you're going to die, you're going to die.)
emily does little to wipe blood from features, instead opting to yank gator back up over features, masking the mess to some extent (though it seeps through fabric; weave turns darker, sticky in a sense as it glues itself to the high points of her face) - the pressure is uncomfortable across the bridge of her nose to say the least, but it'll go without the weight of sunglasses, which she leans over to swipe upward off the floor. they're plenty broken at that point, and she stuffs them with a touch of annoyance into parka pocket. an easy thing to replace, but annoying none the less.
" even if it is, that's a problem for later. " her tone is steady, eyes boring through assailant as if she'd kill him a second time with stare alone. there are times when she wonders if she's getting too old for this game, if there was younger blood more capable of remaining the slight step ahead. but life was precious, it's why giving it was the most important thing one could offer - and there was something that didn't sit well with asking of others what she could still do herself. gloved hand rises, she pats charlie's arm through layers, clearly grateful.
not that he needed to act, but that he still chose to. circling all the way back around to, thank god for a team.
" you say that like these fuckers can't get back up sometimes, canine. " sentiment is punctuated with a quiet kind of laugh; it's not funny, but in some way it has to be. there's a distinct desire to disconnect the horrors - untangle oneself from recognizing the weight of umbrella's actions or whatever. shoulders roll under kit and slings, hand leaving charlie's arm to collapse back over the rail of gun. " besides, i can't ask you fine folks to get covered in that mess. " the corner of eyes crinkle with a smile as hand rises, pinching mount so that night vision would slip back down over stare. thank god she'd had them up, a much more expensive fix than a pair of sunglasses.
" lets get on the move, regroup with the others. "
As always his answering smile was hidden beneath the mask, but he was sure she could read it in the tilt of his head and the slope of his shoulders. That was the thing about being apart of a hand-picked unique sort of team like Hound Wolf Squad. When there wasn’t anyone else they could talk to about the shit they had seen, and barely anyone else in the entire world they could rely on to deal with it- they got to know each other.
Or at least he liked to think they had. He considered them all friends, but he wasn’t always on the money when it came to those kinds of things.
“Roger that.” He said easily. Even with all the shit he’d seen during his relatively short tenure at the BSAA, it was still hard to wrap his mind around the fact that sometimes the things he shot dead didn’t stay that way. Mutants, zombies, werewolves, all kinds of nightmares made real via mad science experiments existed now. Compared to his SEAL days he felt like he lived in a completely different world.
He fell back into step quickly, they needed to hurry if they were going to make up the time they had just lost. He kept one eye on Emily for a few more moments but, possible broken nose or not, she seemed to be moving fine. Good thing. A lot of his job would be easier if more people were built like her.
They’re already out the door and away from the house when he remembers the cry he had heard. There’s no time to stop but- “What happened to the kid?”
-> @berkh0ff
I’m changing my writing post formatting so I can post easier from mobile.
feeling kind of charmed by an au where charlie doesn’t join the bsaa after leaving the service and ends up as a crime scene cleaner instead.
30 future dogs is kids 🙂.

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-> @ph4g0 asked… many, many questions from ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS.
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-> @ph4g0 asked… many questions from DETAILS ABOUT OCS !
💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects -> INFJ-A according to the quiz I just took for him. it seems to fit.
🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type? -> O+.
🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? -> he knows cpr. he probably also has a lot more medical expertise being a life-long military guy, but I don’t have that expertise so I can’t tell you exactly what lol.
🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events? -> he smokes socially and drinks not as socially. he’s pretty good at keeping it to like a beer after work level though.
🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? -> 6 dogs.
🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? -> he does not enjoy gardening and he does not have a green thumb. animals are his expertise. plants unfortunately…
💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? -> the team.
🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? -> rocky road.
🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? -> he’s not really good at either of those things but he prefers cooking if he had to chose. actually nvm. he just prefers eating.
☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)? -> coffee all day every day, with a touch of milk and sugar.
🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? -> he’s spontaneous in pretty much all aspects of life for better or for worse. but he’s also lucky and talented enough to get away with it (most of the time).
😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? -> he’s too well trained and confident in his abilities to get stressed about things even if they’re bad™️. with the exception of social situations- he’s cool as a cucumber 99% of the time.
🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? -> no. it’s very rare to see him sick. he just tanks most illnesses.
👨👩👧👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family? -> his family consists of his mother and father, no siblings, and he would describe their relationship as “distant”. he considers hound wolf squad to be more like his family.