Let's talk about Lucas
I’ve been away from Tumblr for many months now. On my return I’ve discovered a disturbing trend relating to Lucas Baker from Resident Evil 7.
Let me preface my thoughts by pointing out that I’m a 43 year old woman, happily married with 4 children, ranging in age from 14 to 18.
It may not be relevant to mention this but I feel some context is essential.
There are people out there loving on a psychopathic fictional character.
I am one of those people. Sorry.
“Why?” I hear you ask? “Why are you attracted to an evil, unattractive - to many - fictional character?!”
Meh. It’s complicated.
The main point, I feel, is that he’s FICTIONAL. I’m not some lonely woman writing to serial killers on death row because they’re misunderstood babies who just need the love of a good woman - those are real men who have done terrible things to real people to satisfy some godawful urge they felt. They did unforgivable things to make themselves feel better.
Lucas Baker is just a face - the lovely Baptiste Parisi - a voice - Jesse Pimental - and a collection of pixels. He is not a real person. Therefore, he can be whatever we want him to be.
Evil? Psycho? Murderer?
Nope. He just never met ME. Things would have been different if he’d known me. My cuddliness would have been his redemption.
Hey, he’s fictional. Who the fuck knows his backstory? Who cares? He’s ours. He can be who we want. He’s my fuckdoll, my grateful sex slave, my perverted master, my lonely loser. Whatever.
I’ve a long history of obsessions with fictional bad guys. Show me a photo of Tom Hardy and I’m indifferent. Show me a pic of Darth Vader, Jason Voorhees or Freddy Kreuger and I’ll have them doing my dishes in a frilly apron in my head before the picture has left my line of vision.
You’re fictional? Yeah, you’re mine, bitch. You’re whatever I want. Lucas, come and cuddle. You’ve been waiting for some love, and I’m just the woman to give it to you……💜💜