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Albert Wesker suddenly stuck in Red Dead Redemption. Last he checked it was 2004 and Ada just screwed him over for her boy toy and now it’s 1899 and Arthur’s looking down at him like. “You a’ight there pardner? You look like you took quite a nasty fall there…”

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Handsome Jack

— headcanons

NOTES: references

CWs: mentioned child abuse, animal abuse, drug mention

He was born on Tantalus and his mother left him to his maternal grandmother on Pandora (canon) when he was eight (headcanon)

He’s a Sagittarius ♐️

He/His grandmother had a pet cat named Pickles. She, the cat, was subsequently killed as a punishment.

He has PTSD, NPD, BPD, & ADHD. Bulimic.

He ran away from his grandmother the night he turned 18.

That’s a 40 year old man!! (BL2)

33 (BL1 - 2862) / 36 (BL:TPS - 2865) / 40 (BL2 - 2869) / 41 [†] (TFTBL - 2870) / 47 [†] (BL3 - 2876)

I think he was 36 in BL:TPS, so 2865.

Angel was born when he was 20, making her 15 in BL1 and 20 in BL2.

He’s had two wives. (canon) Angel’s mother and some other woman. (I don’t subscribe to the Nisha 2nd wife theory, she’s too independent for that.)

Weirdly defensive about being straight despite centuries of queer acceptance… (Bi and in denial)

Neglected Butt Stallion. (She ate his office plants in retaliation. He just sighed and replaced them as she did.) He did still really like her and pampered her when he remembered her. She was genuinely sad when he died.

Was not the creator of the death trapdoor as much as he wishes he was. (It was actually Alma Harren who saw it in a movie and felt inspired.)

LOVED guns. Hyperfixated on them. Would get unreasonably upset when people didn’t like his designs.

Would throw stuff off of balconies and watch it hit people.

Had a weird boner for Katagawa Sr. He tries not to think about it too hard.

Sent Athena & Janey an expensive congratulations-on-getting-together gift. They burnt it and roasted marshmallows over it.

Genuine genius despite his petulant behaviour.

Liked walking around Helios and seeing how people were doing. Also spat on a couple people. Stopped doing it after he saw someone horny post about it.

Loved the attention and adoration he got. Hated the objectification. Tried to convince himself he liked it. It didn’t work. Thank god for Timothy’s theatre classes.

Bullied in high school, was in the computer sciences club.

Wears the most expensive ass cologne and it’s just fucking pine

Otherwise smells like metal, blood, fresh-baked cookies, burning flesh, and strangulation. /ref

Swiftie. Specifically a fan of RED & 1989.

Manwhore. Does that count as a headcanon?

Horrible with women though. Stuttering mess. Waves his hands around. The whole nine yards.

Kills/Threatens men he likes.

Very lonely. Nisha continues to decline his calls.

Does a lotta drugs. Like. Like a LOTTA drugs. He shouldn’t have lived as long as he did really.

Gets needlessly upset when someone mixes up strangulation and choking.

Randomly brings up his grandmother and it makes everyone uncomfortable. Please stop.

I could keep going but I won’t. But I could.

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king/coran, they/he, 18

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ALBERT WESKER

— drabble

NOTES: it’s 11:55pm, i had an idea and threw it together, not my proudest work but it’ll do for a first post

CWs: angst, death, implied child abuse

wesker cradles his dead lover to his chest, glasses thrown to the side, his cold gaze intense as he stares down at the blood seeping beneath them. his ears ringing, not even able to comprehend the yelled words of chris and sheva. a snarl rips from his throat as he’s surrounded.

his sweetheart, his darling, his lover. blasted dead by an explosion. his hand presses into the skin of their nape, blood seeping past his digits. a sharp inhale, he swears he can already smell the deteriorating flesh burning his nostrils.

the second he feels a hand on him, trying to separate him from them, he’s screaming. his body curled around them, pressing them impossibly close to him. wesker can hear bones pop from the pressure he applies. guilt claws at his stomach, imperceptibly loosening his hold, muttered apologies.

wetness trails down his cheeks. he doesn’t even process he’s crying at first. when was the last time he cried? a child? where he was punished for such displays? he doesn’t remember. he doesn’t want to.