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[heavenlycloud]

ˊ°`ᘞ✿ about & rules ❀ᘡˊ°`

˗ˏ' ♡ ˎ'˗˚ hey everyone, call me rumi

˗ˏ' ♡ ˎ'˗˚ 21 years old (2002)

˗ˏ' ♡ ˎ'˗˚ black (afro-caribbean)

writing is a hobby of mine and i write when i have the time to do so. i'm currently a university student so i can't promise a consistent posting schedule but i will be doing my best to have one!

i am able and willing to write little drabbles based on things you all send to my box (i.e. "nayeon x reader gf headcanon, watching scary movies with ningning, etc).

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rules:

˗ˏ' ♡ ˎ'˗˚ MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG

˗ˏ' ♡ ˎ'˗˚ i do not write ANY CONTENT about idols born AFTER 2004 // I DO NOT WRITE ANY NSFW OR SMUT FOR IDOLS BORN AFTER 2003

˗ˏ' ♡ ˎ'˗˚ i DO NOT write alpha/omega, scat/vomit/blood, incest, male reader, feet stuff, se1f harm, anything involving minors, etc.

˗ˏ' ♡ ˎ'˗˚ please please please interact with me through commenting on my posts, sending things into my inbox, or submitting posts. i am open to you all sharing your work with me as well. this motivates me to write which means i get posts up more frequently!

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-`ˏ  @albert-whiskers​  ˎ´-

→   Chris hears footsteps getting closer.  "That I have to see your face again... my whole day is ruined."

(  UNPROMPTED  🪴  )

( ★ )        ❝ If you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn right back around. ❞

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Gotta stop working on it because I wanna get a bit of writing in before work starts. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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  -`ˏ  𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄.  ˎ´-    /    @megalcmania​

        ↳   A feeling of longing, melancholy, desire,  &  nostalgia . . .

                Swallowing, he feels his heart thump away beneath the other's palm, gaze drifting down to study the limb resting so close to something so fragile. He could rip it right out here  &  now. Be done with it, finish the job he'd promised years before. Such a show how Chris knows he wouldn't fight it if he did. Believes maybe a little foolishly, that at this point, Wesker wouldn't.

I. Little Dark Age - MGMT   ★   II. Scary Love The Neighborhood   ★   III. More Then I Remember You - Unlike Pluto   ★   IV. After Dark X Sweater Weather MASHUP   ★   V. Jolt - Unlike Pluto   ★   VI. Blood Sport - Sleep Token   ★   VII. White Dove - Koda   ★    VIII. Because I Want You - Placebo   ★   IX. Change Me - 8GRAVES   ★   X. Mouth Of The Devil - Mother Mother   ★   XI. The Darker The Weather // The Better The Man - Missio   ★   XII. Roman Empire ( Stripped ) - Missio   ★   XIII. Can You Feel The Sun ( Stripped ) - Missio   ★   XIV. Destroy Me - Mr. Kitty   ★   XV. Young God - Halsey   &  MORE . . .  

                                             ( LISTEN HERE. )

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Have a single Topher.

Yeah so stillllll not used to backgrounds just yet but getting there.

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       ( ★ )              𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.

Figured I may as well make one of these for Chris! I worry a lot about bothering people even when we’re mutuals, so please interact with this post in some way if it’s alright for me to tag you in DashGames, reply to your Open Starters, send you Unprompted IC Asks, etc. at any point.

* This is just to let me know it’s always alright to do so and that it’s never a bother to interact. As a ball of anxiety  -  this just acts as a permanent go ahead that it’s alright for me to poke you  &  your muses without feeling guilty or like a bother.

The same goes for you too! I don’t mind unprompted interactions at all  &  it’s the best way to interact with me or start threads! 

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More cursed art from tonight.

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Have a few doodles that I lined during break.

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( ★ )                       ❝   Fixed it for you, though . . .   ❞

@billyholztisch​

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-`ˏ  @nightlyvisitor​  |   RAYMON BLACKSTONE  ˎ´-

→   “ you don’t have to do this! “ from Ray to evil Chris>:33 

                                                                DIDN’T HE?

He keeps his back to the other man as he continues to look over the data on the screen ahead. He continues to tap away at the suspiciously pristine keys below, only coming to a halt when the machine gives an approving sound. Rummaging through his vest for the device he'd needed, he plugs it in to the slot he can find, fingers moving with a practiced ease to make sure it was ready to transfer the information over.

Only then, does he sigh, breaking the tension wrought silence as he turns to shoot the pensive man a stare. It's unwavering, but full of an indecipherable mix of emotions that leave his hazel eyes flooded with all too much despite his otherwise blank expression. He's torn  -  knowing it would've been easier to dispatch of him to continue on without the moral posturing, the attempts to drag him back over.

But... he can't. He allows him to stick close as they traversed the deathly silent halls of the outbreak ridden facility  -  had even protected him in some instances. But it was done out of nothing more than what lingering respect remained for their shared past. Nothing more. He muses that this would've been a lot easier if Blackstone of all people hadn't been the one he'd bumped into on this mission. But with how closely the BSAA had been watching him lately, he can't say he's all that surprised they'd tossed him here.

They'd been observing each movement he made on the surface with a quickness to counter it  -  to beat him to the sources they'd been investigating in a strangely protective manner  -  it had him on edge, trying to figure out just what his former group was planning with all these strikes being made on all these new companies cropping up. On their sudden seige into older abandoned locations.

He knows it's tied into his own goal  -  tied suspiciously close to the very groups they'd been looking into. Brows furrowing that bit deeper, he rolls around the idea of answering the man, indulging his curiosity as he peers back at him with an almost pleading kind of look in his eyes.

It prickles at him slightly, but by now, with everything he'd had to fight with Jill about regarding his mission  -  with the others  -  he's practiced enough to ignore it, brush it aside with a cold ease as his lips draw together.

                                                            ❝   I have to.  ❞

He answers in a clipped, short manner. He doesn't think Ray would understand even if Chris took the time to explain it all. In a strange way, he wants to... but hearing the whirring of the computer at his spine, he turns sharply to redirect his attention back to the device, noting how it was nearly done with it's transferring. Good.

He still feels the other's sights boring into his back, along his neck,  &  it isn't long before he hears Ray's footsteps trailing behind him, frustration all but oozing from him in an equally lost manner as his shoulder is suddenly clasped under one of the BSAA Operative's gloved hands. The attempt to jerk him over to face him again coupled with the demand to talk to him immediately prompts a snarl from Chris as he turns, harshly swatting the limb away before he steps in close. Gaze like a darkening storm in it's cloudiness, voice low  &  rumbling like the beginning pangs of distant thunder, he bites out a warning.

❝   Drop it. Now. For your own good, you'll leave it alone  &  forget what you saw here. If not next time we meet, I'm not going to look after your ass again.  ❞

Glaring down the bridge of his nose, he makes his stance perfectly clear, refusing to budge further on the subject as he puts distance between the pair. Guilt coils like a snake in his gut, but he doesn't pay it anymore mind. He'd lament over his shit behavior later. Not now, not on a mission.

It was best if Ray just dropped this shit, forgot about him,  &  stayed the hell out of it if he could.

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                        𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭  -  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭                            𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟  -  𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬                                  𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞                           𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨  -  𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭

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-`ˏ    @megalcmania​  |   ALBERT WESKER   ˎ´-

→   “stop tearing yourself to pieces.”

(  masque of sapphire by deana james 🪴  )

                                                           ❝ Chris. ❞

Wesker's voice cuts through the haze like a knife through butter, something that Chris finds himself blinking owlishly at with a furrow of his brows.

It gets him to stop, a confused stare raising from where it'd been pinned into one of the diners far corners back up to meet the shade-covered sights of the other man. He hears something, almost resembling a click of a tongue, maybe a noise of something irritated, concerned, before he brushes it off, still caught up in a strange headspace as he huffs out a sigh  &  a shrug before he leans back in the seat of the booth they'd chosen.

Strangely, the other man's attention... it drags something almost sheepish to rise, something familiar but still just as foggy. But still, he'd take it. It was a pleasant change of emotions compared to the ones he'd been feeling since they'd returned from Europe... The aftermath was still lingering heavy on his mind like an anvil ready to crash from above at a moments notice. It's bitter, something numb  &  frozen, not a damn thought able to linger in place long enough for him to grab at it, to try pulling himself from this strange mood he'd found himself in.

He was processing the trauma of losing Ethan  -  of failing him... Struggling to process the shock of learning the BSAA, the very group he'd helped found with his friends turning to the very same fucking thing they'd tried to fight against. It caused something lost in him to snap  &  pollute his thoughts, rotting them away like spoiled food or something decayed  &  long since dead.

The lines were blurred,  &  when all he'd ever wanted to do was to do the right thing, to put a stop to the rise in bio-organic weapons being made  &  let loose on the world, it was starting to get to him  &  break him down at the knowledge that his efforts were starting to be for nothing. It felt like it anyways...

Like a Hydra, he'd once told Leon... you took one head out, it seemed like another three or ten popped up to take it's place.

Before he knows it, his thoughts have seemingly drifted once again, but surprisingly, instead of poking or prodding, or telling him to get over it. Hell, Chris half expects the man to just leave  -  &  why wouldn't he? Chris knows how he gets following a heavy mission, how hard it usually hit him. He doesn't know what prompted him to bother taking up Wesker's offer, the former offer made in the heat of the storm to go for coffee of all things so soon  -  but he did. Now it felt like it was too late to try leaving, but strangely... there was no immediate urge to either. Moving to grab at his coffee cup placed just in front of him, Chris reaches for the sugar canister, strategically keeping his gaze off his former captain with a gloomy frown.

But as usual, that did little to help  -  especially when it seemed he knew him better than he knew himself at times.

                                    ❝ Stop tearing yourself to pieces. ❞

His hand stops the stirring motion, fingers tightening around the spoon they held to peer up at the other with a pinched look. He isn't sure whether to pull a mask up or leave his face so blank in it's vulnerability. &  so he settles on leaving it as is, reaching up to scrub a hand over his eyes as he releases the metal utensil to instead drag the cup closer, lifting it to steal a scalding sip from the glass rim. His eyes peer off to the side, a very faint shake of his head following it.

                                                  ❝ 'M not. Just tired. ❞

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-`ˏ    @megalcmania​  |   ALBERT WESKER   ˎ´-

→   “ i  could  break  him.  i  could  snap  that  fucker  in  half. ” [ AND WE KNOW WHO HE IS TALKING ABOUT (Irons). Maybe for the Normal AU? But fine with any! ]

(  INBOX CLEARING  🪴  )

He snorts out a laugh, amused grin half-hidden behind the rim of his coffee cup as he takes a few sips.  Too early in the morning  -  it was definitely needed. But apparently it wasn't too early in the morning for Irons' usual shenanigans. He wonders just what he did to genuinely leave the older man muttering threats under his breath, looking all of three seconds from stomping to his office to enact them.

Moving in towards his Captain’s desk, Chris places Wesker’s coffee on it’s surface, carefully nudging it over before he steps back.

Before his common sense can reign him in, warn him of the dangers of stoking at a fire like this  -  bothering Wesker especially  -  Chris' question has already left his lips as he idly swirls the coffee in his own cup, head cocking to the side as he pokes  &  prods further.

❝ What'd he do to get on your shit list this time? Little early to be planning homicide, isn't it? ❞

He wanders back to the entrance, casually leaning against the doorframe as he steals another sip of his coffee. The marksman let's the silence linger, waiting on the blonde to elaborate  &  answer his question or shoo him out  &  off to his own duties  ( ignoring the fact he was here early for a change... ). From the look he gets, he feels like it’d probably be the latter.

                             ❝ Hide the spare badges again? Change the keys? ❞

Figuring he'd rather fill the space with his own assumptions than wait, studying the other man with an amused air about him as he continues. Chris can't help but seriously wonder if he tried to tell Wesker how to run S.T.A.R.S. again. He noticed he always got particularly touchy when Irons would offer his... helpful suggestions in how to better run their group, criticizing what missions they’d taken, how effective they’d been. Oddly enough, he didn't seem to give Marini the same shit as he did Wesker  -  at least from what Chris was able to observe.

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....don't stick your nose in other businesses!

( ★ )         ❝  You know, with those Glasses you got there . . .  You got something to hide? Something I shouldn’t know about?   ❞

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-`ˏ    @muse-menagerie​  |   MOXIE ROWAN   ˎ´-

→   . . .Topher. I'm calling you Topher. None of this 'Chris' shit, got that Redfield? || Moxie Rowan

(  UNPROMPTED  🪴  )

He stares for a moment, eyes blinking before they stop, coming to a slight narrow. Suspicious... he was definitely suspicious, hands paused in their movements to further repair the generator in front of them. Moxie just peers right back, a confident, satisfied grin quirking her coloured lips, inky  &  glossed, as put together as ever even in a place like this.

Rolling the nickname around in his head a few more times, he eventually lets the expression fall away, to something far more amused, a laugh spilling free in the form of a snort, hands resuming their casual wire placing.

❝ No objections here - Topher - got it. Only because that's a first. Don't think even Claire's called me that before. ❞

The amicable acceptance is offered over, a few spare glances accompanying his words as a mirroring grin curves along his own lips. He's surprised they haven't been run off just yet  -  but he's not gonna  complain  -  not when he knows that shaky peace only lasts for so long. Better to accept it while you can before you felt the sting of a hook in your chest  or the slash of whatever fucked up weapon the psycho they went up against struck em with.

He faintly hears Dwight scream in the distance. Just a little longer then the poor bastard would have run whoever it was for at least two or three gens depending on who else was with them. Hazel flicker up to meet the other Survivor's head cocking to the side as he moves onto checking  &  arranging the gears, something impish lining his smile with something just as playful, if not a little sinister in a sibling-like banter way.

❝ Eye for an eye - once I think up an actual nickname for you... we'll call it even, yeah? ❞

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-`ˏ    @megalcmania​​​  |   ALBERT WESKER    ˎ´-

→   //makes gross kissy-noises tbh

(  First Five Asks Get A Kiss  |  ( 3 / 5 )   🗂  )

...This is why I asked you 1 or 2 the other day ahahahaha

Familiar. That was the main feeling he always seemed to feel around the other man  -  both a blessing  &  a curse for all the pain he dredges through, sifted through just from being back in his presence as he had. He can't deny there's something magnetic in place that draws him to his former Captain. 

Something long since cemented in place, far too intimate for him to hope to be free of now that he's had time to hold it between his hands, looking it over, confronting it instead of running as he had for the better part of two decades.

Lost time... was an understatement. But he isn't sure if there's anything that could've been done to change the courses they ran anymore than what he'd done already. Taking a rare page out of Wesker's book, Chris decides to toss those sentimental thoughts aside, burying his woes instead to focus on the feeling of hands hovering along his sides, brushing atop them every so often, cautious  -  surprisingly so.

Afraid he'd break him, afraid he'd be the one to cause more harm to him  -  so different compared to the man he'd remembered years ago. He meant it when he'd told Wesker that the man he was before wouldn't have hesitated to kill him  -  how he was now was someone different. It's what furthers his trust in how he knows Wesker wouldn't bother if he hadn't already. Why Chris feels as at ease as he does now in lowering his guard again to retrace old steps.

He'd spent so long demonizing Wesker, trying so hard to cut ties between the man he could still remember traces of from what felt like another life entirely  -  horrified years before to find he couldn't. They were stubborn in their refusal to be forgotten.

In some strange way, it worked out for them, even if they'd lost so many years in the process, what mattered was making up for lost time while they could. It was better than nothing,  &  Chris knew better than anyone that it was better to enjoy the good while they came before you lost them.

Hands lift, cradling along at the blonde's face  -  barely aged, devoid of his usual shades to allow familiar oceans to peer right back, just as clear as ever. A snort of some laughter spills free, a little bitter, but amused in a way as he drags his thumbs along sharpened cheekbones, hazel eyes crescent-like in their mirth as they skim along the other man's face. 

Unfair, but he didn't mind  -  though he felt he himself aged too much since the this whole thing began... End of the day, it feels nice to go back through old movements, a softened look being offered as he retraces his steps with little difficulty. Doesn't need to think  &  for that, he's grateful.

He's only a little surprised he's allowed to lead the other in closer, smile easing back as he moves to catch at warm lips with his own, kept chaste  &  simple, testing the waters with a languid kind of curiosity. It's not something rushed, nor does it feel like something that needs to be  -  a calming patience settling over his movements as a hand cards through short blonde hair. 

Nothing's changed in the end  &  in a strange twist, he finds the idea holding more appeal than he'd initially thought, eyes drifting shut with a content hum.

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