#◞ ♚ my words are important. ❪ answered. ❫

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Albert Wesker x Gn!Reader

Warning: May be OOC, who knows, Wesker being possessive(?)

Word Count: 436 words

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“Dearheart, have you seen my sungl-” He paused, a smirk forming on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you impersonate him. He found it quite amusing.

“Uroboros will be released into the atmosphere, ensuring complete global saturation." You huffed in annoyance as the sunglasses kept slipping down your nose despite multiple attempts to adjust them.

“So that’s where they were.” His voice startling you. Oh shit, did he see your horrible voice-acting skills? “Albert! At least give me a warning! You could’ve given me a heart attack.” You placed your hand on your chest, feeling your heart racing. “Do you want them back, darling?” You watched as he made his way toward you.

“Dearheart, I never said that I wanted them back.” He stated, gripping your chin as he placed a kiss on your cheek. “In fact, I want you to keep them as a symbol to show others that you’re mine.” His gloved hand made its way towards your chin, stroking it. You could only gaze up at his radiant, crimson-feline-like eyes. Almost finding yourself hypnotized by them.

You bit your bottom lip, finally glancing away from your husband’s hypnotic-like eyes. “Darling…” He never acted like this. Shaking your head, you sighed as you wrapped your arms around his chest. Wesker’s eyes widened for a moment, his body tensing in response. You had almost forgotten that he wasn’t used to hugs.

“Now I feel bad for even taking these. How about we go shopping next time? And then we’ll be matching!” You exclaimed, placing your hands on Wesker’s face. His eyes stared into yours before he nodded.

It’s almost absurd how you were able to tame the beast inside of him. He was always gentle with you, afraid that he was going to kill you instantly. The Albert Wesker being afraid? It can make any person laugh as if you were crazy!

Suddenly, Wesker’s phone rang, shattering the peacefulness the two of you were enjoying. He muttered curses before answering the phone, his back facing you. “What is it?” His eyebrows furrowed as he heard the news. “I’ll be there. Don’t do anything foolish till I get there.” He hung up, not wanting to hear another word from the caller. You frowned, as you knew what this meant. Work, work, and even more work. Apparently, being a god was more important than you.

“Don’t worry, dearheart,” he said soothingly, turning around to face you with a feint smile on his face. “If you behave well, maybe I’ll reward you, hm? Would you like that? A reward for just being a good little pet.”

[emblemartyr]

EMMERYN ( INSERT MIDDLE NAME ) LOWELL, has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery's Town !

#EMBLEMARTYR ━━━ private roleplay blog for Emmeryn of Fire Emblem: Awakening ( FE13 ); interpreted & loved by Barely ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with The Officers Academy as a townsperson and organization founder.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Emmeryn being written after the canon events of Awakening, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in her posts is highly possible, as she specifically comes from her respective paralogue after a critical canon event which shapes her current interpretation. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be #awakening spoilers to avoid them.

unlike my other two muses, Emmeryn lives in the town of the monastery as a kind, yet quiet neighbor to those who reside there. upon having her housing papers admitted without struggle, she decided to rent out an empty building and use the treasury she'd been given to fund an organization for royals and nobles of any age to get advice and assistance with their etiquette and handling civil affairs, which she remembers easily.

after the events of Awakening, and known to those who saved her in her paralogue, Emmeryn suffers from a multitude of injuries that have changed her as a person. there are physical conditions, like her limp, unconscious twitching / trembling, and rapid blinking. and there are non-physical conditions, like her amnesia, hindered speech, and periodic headaches. I will not allow any heavy IC or OOC jokes about any of these unless spoken of beforehand. the way I treat Emmeryn is very careful and I'd become uncomfortable if her conditions were made fun of. in a softer note, there are a few social norms she does not remember and will need to be reminded of in certain situations.

similar to the above bullet, Emmeryn does speak slowly, in half sentences, pronounces certain letters and words wrong, and pauses a lot to formulate her thoughts. this will not change for a long, long time, as in the years after her paralogue, she hasn't recovered much from the incident. if your muse will belittle or mock her for her verbal inconsistencies, tell me beforehand so I can consider whether they should interact or not. just long enough for me to become fully comfortable with her narrative voice as a muse.

unless your muse has known her before her arrival or is currently enrolled under her organization, then they do not know that Emmeryn was the former Exalt of Ylisse, as this is not something she shares for the hope of starting over completely with strangers outside of her profession. on the note of her organization, let me know if your muse would approach her for it! you have to be a noble for the political classes but anyone can take her etiquette courses.

additionally, a frequent NPC that you will hear mentioned or referenced in her interactions is Langston, who is the caretaker that was deployed to Regna Ferox to tend to her. he is important to her reasoning for being here but will not be able to speak with your muse unless the thread or interaction calls for it and we have discussed it prior. yes he is pretty and twenty-seven and shy and blonde-adjacent and I have a crush on him, next question

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORTS PAGE.

TAGS.

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ the immortal light that beckons a kingdom forward ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ falling is trusting that the world will catch you ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ let us fill in the gaps of memory with those anew ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ kindred smile and soul; offering all she is and was ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood cannot ever forget ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her gentle hand ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ is love not simply the strength of both kin and stranger ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ a promise to never erase ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

[pinkhairandpokemon]

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

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"You- want me to huh?"

Blake stared down at the tiny girl holding up the sheet of paper to them, an insistence in her eyes.

"Can you deliver this letter for me?" She asked again, in the same tone of voice. Blake shrunk back a little and eyed the envelope in her hand with uncertainty. There was something so... off about the kid's stare. They weren't sure how to explain it. It was like- somehow, her eyes looked older than she was. Tired, vacant, almost... sickly in a way. But her expression still painted clearly how important this letter must've been to her.

"I need to get it to my friend," she continues, taking Blake's hand and placing the letter in it without even giving them a chance to decline. "You're a Gym Challenger who's traveling all 'round the region, right? You can probably get it to him faster."

They blink a bit in surprise, and held the envelope up closer to their face. Why did it look so old and worn...? It was a bit wrinkled, with tints of yellow forming at the edges.

"R-right," Blake let out a sigh through their nose and slipped the letter into one of the pockets on their backpack, figuring they might as well follow through with this little errand. "I can do that. But can you not just- send it through the mail or something?"

"No." The girl deadpanned. Blake's mouth curled into a frown at the way she glared up at them. She looked at them like they were stupid.

"Alright alright, fine." The young trainer held their hands up in surrender. "Where does your friend live?"

"In Ballonlea." The girl answered. "You'll know it when you see it. It's a pretty town with a lot of big mushrooms."

That's where the Fairy gym is, right? Blake thought, pulling their Rotom phone out of their pocket to check. They pinpointed it on the digital map, and zoomed in. Yeah, that's the one I'll be heading to after I beat Bea.

"Alright, well..." Blake tucked their phone away again and rubbed the back of their head. "I'll try my best. What's your friend's name?"

"Frank."

"Okay, I'll... try to look around for him once I get there, then." They shrugged, trying to offer the girl a reassuring smile.

"Okay." The girl nodded solemnly, not even bothering to return the smile. Another thing Blake found a bit unsettling, but didn't question it. Maybe she was just awkward. "Bye."

Without another word, the girl went running off, turning and disappearing down an alleyway. Blake quirked a brow in confusion. There weren't any houses that way, were there? Curiosity getting the better of them, they peered down to see where she could've went.

To their shock, though, all they found was a solid brick wall. A dead end. And even more eerily, no sign of the little girl.

Unease beginning to settle in their chest, they slowly backed away from the alley. Had that just been a dream? They stood on their tiptoes and looked to see if she managed to climb up the side of one of the buildings. A kid that young couldn't pull something like that off, could they?

...Nothing.

Their eyes fell to the end of the alleyway once more. That had to be a dream, right?

They reached into the pocket they had stored the letter in, and felt it still safely tucked away right where they had put it. No, it most definitely wasn't.

Nervously fidgeting with the edge of their backpack strap, they took a quick glimpse around the area to see if anyone else had seen that just now. No one. The streets were oddly empty this time of day.

"Uh..." They opened their mouth, but nothing came out. After few more seconds of standing there, trying to piece together whatever the hell they just witnessed, they swallowed the lump in their throat and began to walk away down the direction of the Pokemon Center.

"...Weird."

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