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My misery has been formulated                   into an equation of N E I N .....

My sanity wrote a suicide note, but one of us is illiterate and the other        ..... is B L I N D.

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How do I find...aesthetic posts to reblog on here.....

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Hello, the best son is here to harass the questionable father.

“Questionable?” Albert scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “You didn’t even give me the opportunity to mistreat you, you’re doing it perfectly fine all by yourself.”

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A rumbling purr rose out of the Tyrant’s chest as he returned the gesture, nuzzling his concerned partner back. His expression remained stone cold but he felt a familiar warmth spread throughout his body, a warmth that he welcomed each time Piers stepped foot in his isolated office.

“I probably should.” Albert didn’t so much as acknowledge the accumulating collection of forgotten coffees that littered his desk. Instead, he focused all of his attention on Piers, rewarding the younger with an affectionate rub to his chin. “But only if you promise to join me.”

“Are those three mould-growing mugs there?”

Piers blinked slowly as he leaned over, peeking into the old coffee mugs before moving his gaze to his partner. His voice lowered as he gotten closer, nuzzling the Tyrant’s temple with his nose and cheek.

“I’ll take care of that. And you should go lay down.”

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TAGGED BY: @chrisp30redfield​ TAGGING: Steal it, you scavengers.

name : Albert Wesker. nickname : If there really are any, he chooses not to acknowledge them. Besides “Shades”. Shades seems to haunt him wherever he ends up going, no matter the circumstances. gender : Male. sexual orientation : Bisexual. romantic orientation : Wesker’s sexual and romantic orientations both technically align, however due to his apparent inability to form substantial emotional bonds with women he identifies as homoromantic. preferred pet names : Variations of darling/honey/sweetie/dear are normally used by him in more casual settings or when he feels like being a condescending prick. Kitten/little one are reserved for those he’s actually intimate with, and he has no personal preference for pet names when it comes to himself as long as his partner is being generally respectful. relationship status : It’s complicated. favorite canon ship : Wesker and @multiiiplicity‘s NU!Piers even thought it’s mostly platonic, with my Chrisker/Weskerfield being a close second. favorite non-canon ship : Weskercest. Wesker✗Birkin? Wesker✗Krauser? No but really, Weskercest. opinion on true love : Craves it, but doesn’t delude himself into thinking he’s ever going to attain it. Considers it to be a material rarer than any pearl or diamond. opinion on love at first sight : In his honest opinion, the only thing that can happen at first sight is either lust or detestation, never love. how romantic are they? : He’s one suave motherfucker who knows exactly how to get what he wants with the use of gifts, money, sex appeal, and some good ol’ emotional manipulation, but while he has all of that nailed down he doesn’t invest any actual emotion into it. Wesker can wrap practically anyone around his middle finger if he feels like it, but it would just be a power move on his part. When he truly feels for someone, however, he’d be less grandiose about it and take a more subtle approach by softening his tone of voice, showing genuine concern for the other person (sometimes even to the point of being overbearing), and allowing them to see his vulnerable side, to name a few examples.  ideal physical traits in a partner : He always had a soft spot for redheads and brunettes, with blonds only becoming a sort of acquired taste later on in his life. He prefers his partners to be physically smaller and fairly younger than him, athletic/beefy, and he tends to pay extra attention to the hip/thigh area as well as the face/neck and hands (the more delicate-looking these areas are, the better). He also doesn’t mind curves and a little bit of chub in complementary areas. Preference for lighter skin tones and dark eyes. Sworn ass man. unattractive physical traits in a partner : Unhealthy amounts of fat, sagging skin, an annoying voice, and just general uncleanliness are probably his biggest turn-offs. If he can smell your sweaty cooch/balls just by standing next to you you’re gonna find yourself single again pretty quickly. ideal personality traits in a partner : Balance, stability, consistency/reliability, honesty, confidence, and independence are what he looks for the most personality-wise because if he can’t trust his partner it’s not going to last. It would have to be someone who can not only keep up with him and provide an intellectual challenge but also be an emotional anchor for him, without prying into his thoughts/feelings or personal space. He likes bratty submissives with enough of an attitude/sass to keep things interesting, and prefers those with a darker/more sardonic sense of humor that match his own (TL;DR: Wesker is really fucking picky). Basically somebody on the calmer side who will just love him for who he is. unattractive personality traits in a partner : Laziness, cockiness, cowardice, smothering neediness/dependency, and disloyalty/dishonesty. Just. Nope. Not with this guy. ideal date : Mood-dependent. He’s a bit of a recluse, so a walk/drive around town or visiting a small café would suffice on most days, maybe even just a Netflix & Chill type of date. On other days, he might feel like taking his partner to busier places just so he can flaunt them and show them off. do they have a type? : *points at Piers and Jill* That’s it. That’s his type. average relationship length : Less than a year. preferred non-sexual acts of intimacy : Reading together tangled up in each other’s limbs. He also adores it when his partner rests their head on his chest, whether they’re resting or listening to music/watching TV while he reads. He’d often play with their hair absentmindedly and enjoy the silence and closeness without having to do anything. commitment level : Faithful, but not loyal; Wesker’s commitment to anything is a conscious, calculated choice as opposed to a moral obligation, meaning that if the relationship no longer suits his needs or becomes tedious he’s going to pack his things and leave. He won’t even look back. past relationships? : All of them were either self-serving flings or unfortunate failures. He doesn’t like thinking about any of them.

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There are some things you cannot control, and I am at least three of them.

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“When I’ll be finished.”

The answer, to her, was obvious - and it could be heard in her tone. Her blond brow perked at her brother’s behavior, making her look back down at the book. In her head, she couldn’t understand too well why he was making a fuss over it, why it mattered to him so much. She could give him the book back, in fact, just to get this over with; but he wasn’t polite enough. Not for her liking.

Swinging her short feet off the bench, she returned her light blue eyes to Albert, thinking twice to herself.

“Come sit with me.”

Laura didn’t have to say it twice – her answer was clear and finite, and the boy knew that arguing with her would get him nowhere. This only served to aggravate him further, as he could feel his whole body shake with frustration and rage. He wanted to put his hands around her delicate neck and snap it, or squeeze it slowly until she gave up what was rightfully his. He wanted to see her cry and beg for his forgiveness, or better yet, run off with her tail between her legs. But despite all that he stepped down. Albert swallowed his anger and relented.

“Okay.” He muttered, defeated, but his eyes were wild with the primal urge to attack. Albert sat down beside her on the bench, tucking both hands between his thighs lest he gives in to the urge. He glanced over at the book in Laura’s hands, and then at Laura herself. “What now?”

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The voice, it has caught him off-guard.

With the remaining undead impaled on his blade, Avengelion have sharply swapped to his left, to where his radar has pinged a new red dot. It was an instinct more than anything - the zombie ending up smeared on an old wall that crumbled and squashed it rather than hitting a target.

Blinking twice, it was then that he understood that his Codex has been broken into. Swiftly, he slashed at the air, removing all foul fluids from the undead remains on the ground to his feet, head lifting up to look towards the ping.

No one visible, but he wasn’t too far, it seemed.

Without a second thought and with the sword still in his hand, Avengelion dashed towards the ping’s location. There was no way he would miss a chance to learn more about what it was that has happened here.

“If you enjoyed it so much - why not come out and let me give you a private dance?” Rasped out.

A private dance? Sounds tempting.

Albert mused over the various outcomes a close quarters confrontation might lead to, some less favorable to him than others. He knew perfectly well that he had revealed his location the moment communication was established, and this agent seemed like a complete wild card; there was no knowing where a face to face meeting could actually lead to, no one concrete idea.

The uncertainty made Albert uneasy. He felt a tight knot forming in the pit of his stomach and his already stiff body grew stiffer, but his voice didn’t waver, nor did his attitude. He brought his hand up to his chin and rubbed it while the cogs and gears in his restless brain picked up their pace. With a slow blink of glowing carmine eyes, the decision cemented itself as the Tyrant unmuted his microphone.

“Alright, I’ll take you up on that offer.” He practically purred. “You already know where to find me, so I suggest you make it quick. I have a busy schedule to attend to.”

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[  X  ] @teenwesker

A playful tug on the younger’s bushy ponytail was definitely in order, and the corner of the elder’s mouth tugged upwards in a mischievous smile as he promptly did so. He just couldn’t take him seriously. He couldn’t take anything about the current situation seriously.

“Who are you even trying to impress with that untamable lion’s mane of yours?” Albert teased, still tugging lightly. His height sure seemed to be working in his favor this time. “Is it a girl? Or perhaps Birkin?”

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Albert observed Avenglion from a safe distance while he was waiting for his pilot, nowhere in or around the cyborg’s immediate vicinity. He knew that the latter’s stamina surpassed his own, and he didn’t want to risk confronting this mysterious ninja when he was so short on ammo. The blond was also exhausted and each movement grew increasingly more tedious as he was making his way to the LZ. His aching body didn’t appreciate this much running around, not today, not at all. Albert almost started missing the comfort of his ventilated office. Almost. But not quite yet. The faint sound of leather striking leather could be heard as the Tyrant clapped in appreciation of Avenglion’s performance. “Why, how amiable of you to have disposed of those...undesirables for me. Bravo. Good show indeed.” There was a brief pause of complete silence followed by a lighthearted chuckle. Albert adjusted his earpiece as he proceeded to tease Avenglion, whose transmission frequency he had just intercepted. “You sure seem to know your way around a blade.” He paused again, just to wonder how worthwhile capturing this cyborg would be, and then added, “Impressive.”

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Avengelion looked at the document in his hand - the stolen document. It was all crumbled up already, since he had no pockets on himself. Not that he cared much.

His eyes scattered across the paper, re-reading it twice in a row. Something didn’t quite add up.

Doesn’t look like there’s any experiments or zombies around here… He told himself. After just a few more steps, he stopped, looking at the ruins of the long-abandoned city around him. Doesn’t look like there’s A N Y O N E in here. Looks like it’s just conspiracy and rumors.

Scoffing, Avengelion shredded the paper to bits with his claws, before releasing what’s left to fly over his shoulders. As the wind blew away the leftovers, he heard something else whistling.

“What the -”

His instincts kicked in before his mind could catch up, his body leaping away just before a bullet pierced the air, to strike where he’d just been standing. He landed softly on the ground behind him and glanced forwards, sending his hand to withdraw Cassandra from his shoulder and deflect the next shot with its blade.

That’s when growls and snarls from all around him began appearing. The voices were followed by glowing, blood-shot eyes and corpse-like bodies. Men and women, with firearms, sharp tools, and tattered clothes. The stupid paper was right, after all.

Avengelion’s nose twitched and formed to a snarl of his own as his talons tightened their grip on Cassandra’s sheath. They’re not people anymore. He reminded himself. Death would be their release.

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You’re a misunderstood villain who only wants to be a hero. Your ability is the only thing stopping you from being a super hero.

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Wesker .Resident Evil 5 by Fanat08

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It’s 2018 and I’m still kinkshaming that Kevlar getup. 👀🍵

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Send my muse a word and they’ll tell you something about their past related to that word (Angst Edition).

For starting angsty, sometimes difficult, conversations. The words can be taken in any loose way the mun/muse can use them. Trigger warnings apply.

Nightmare Loneliness Forget Heartbreak Luckless Anger Confusion Neglect Fear Illness Death Loss Monster Misunderstanding Loveless Dark Painful Cold Disloyalty Abandonment Escape Break Injury Dissociation  Panic Cruelty Lost Misfortune Lies Abuse Emotionless Blood Goodbye Incomplete Hollow Evil Noise Threat Unrequited Change

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I won’t let you control my feelings anymore, and I will no longer do as I am told, and I am no longer afraid to walk alone, let me go, let me be, I am escaping from your grip,

you will never own                                        me                                                       again.

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Listen I am aware canon exists like … I can see it. I just don’t…. como se dice…. give a shit. 

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“And now that they’ve come to know of this, I must order you to dispose of them.” Albert purrs, while simultaneously closing the drawer in which Piers’ missing undies are stashed. “No witnesses.” He then adds with a menacing whisper as he locks said drawer.

antxsaxnt replied to your post “velvettclaws: …. “There’s no shame in it! I sniff my partner’s…”

*he spits his coffee across the room* “You /what/.”

“…”

*Muffled laughter*

“I learned it from Y O U !”