#cat wesker

[destinationtrekk]

wesker elevenlabs audios

a/n: he's such a silly little guy. I used re umbrella chronicles and re5 voice clips to make him, so if he sounds a little wonky i'm sorry! i'm still learning elevenlabs :) i'll keep adding more as i go along

saying he's proud of you:

possessive:

crack cat!wesker:

[ask--dbd--wesker]

"Hello Sir, you seem tired." Lillie walks unto him, behind his desk. She braces herself, finally finding the courage to place her hand on his head, stroking through his neat blonde hair, scratches a little.

Wesker leans back and relaxes easily. He sighs happily, was that soft purring that could be heard?

"Thank you Miss Lillie" he says "I really needed that"

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

more resident evil warrior cats!!

[eggnogtoast]

get a load of this guy.

[eerizon]

what if Wesker… was a cat?

my cat is an evil mastermind.

just imagine this au like a 90’s sitcom sorta.

there’s no bioterrorism in this au. just fun hijinks with Chris and Jill ‘coparenting’ their cat named Wesker. :]

he absolutely despises Chris, and he loves Rebecca.

mostly everyone else he tolerates or hates.

he is an oriental shorthair :))

the idea was created with the help of @sixeyedmonsters

[manthemoth]

Oh, who is she?

A misty memory

A haunting face

Is she a lost embrace?

[ahuanhz]

RE1 & 5 Wesker, but he is a cat.

(Well the midnight cat has some python behaviours since he is not just a "cat" anymore)

(Wesker gets adopted by Chris after he was found in a high-concentration acid pool. No one knows how did he get there and the death only just need few more second before it takes his life) (Random settings)

[weskie]

Wesker when his partner insists on raising and keeping an abandoned baby kitten:

not at all inspired by the one i got to baby(cat?)sit 🥺🥺 Fic Directory

He finds the creature repugnant. This is, after all, nature running its course. The mother cat must have abandoned it for a reason.

"Your attempts to nurture it are in vain. The odds of one so young making it are slim." He tells you this several times.

Your persistence amuses him even though the disruptions to care for it become a nuisance.

One day, you convince him to hold it. His hand is far larger than the kitten's body and it has ample room to squirm about, mewing pathetically.

The creature is merely a week old- if that.

On the outside, he is cool and composed- borderline uninterested. On the inside? Maybe it is a tad... endearing.

As the kitten grows, so does its affinity for Wesker.

It loves to pounce his boot and climb up his legs. You always find it so incredibly precious even if he merely removes it and drops it in your lap without a word.

Wesker is the textbook definition of "didn't want the cat but would destroy someone for even looking at it wrong."

You're almost jealous of how much it likes him, though you can't deny the sight of your little fuzzy friend curled up on Albert's lap, purring contently, warms your heart.

You have to hold back your giggles when the highest quality cat trees, toys, treats, and food begin appearing in your home.

He would absolutely never admit it, but Wesker genuinely grows to love the cat.

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

A fishy gift~

[destinationtrekk]

Wesker would have cat zoomies.

do what you will with it lol

LMFAO him on all fours doing parkour on the couch

no, actually i think he would have some form of energy bursts that are incredibly frustrating to everyone else. he'll work for 24 hours straight holed up in his office with all the lights off except his computer screen. you think he's being dramatic on purpose but he is seriously so zoned in he just didn't bother to turn them on when the sun set. he won't eat, and he leaves his office like, twice, to go to the bathroom. FINALLY he comes out the next morning and doesn't say a word, just collapses on the couch assed out asleep and there go your plans for the day, now you have to take care of your cat husband man child who won't go to bed like a normal person

you love him anyway though, at least he enjoys his work (human experimentation and world domination <3)

[nekrosdolly]

albert whiskers (fluff)

after umbrella disposes of him, albert finds himself in a shelter for abandoned hybrids. lucky for him, he's exactly what you're looking for + extra lil bit at the end!

a/n; another option on the 100 followers special poll- i just rlly wanted to write all of these i'm sorry guys... also i do not have energy to write sex now that i'm working more sorry!!! no sex in this one

tags; @whiskers-my-beloved

the fan whirs overhead, another noise that fades into the background with pathetic barks, meows, and clucking from the other hybrids in the shelter. being older, more people passed by his kennel in favor of other, younger hybrids. he's been here for at least a few years, and the pattern is always the same. new people flood in, walk right past him, and leave with a younger, sweeter hybrid that has more energy and can give them more love.

you're just looking for a pet. someone to love and adore, but not tire you out with endless wishes to play. you've always had older animals growing up, so why would a hybrid be any different?

walking through the path between multiple cages, many younger hybrids try to garner your attention, but none of them really piques your interest. as you reach the back end, you notice that there's not as many hybrids back here, and if there are, they're older and somewhat sad. you assume they've been here for a while, which rings true based on the acceptance dates on the information plagues hanging off their cage doors. most of them don't look at you, though the occasional one raises their head in curiosity and mild hope. it really just breaks your heart.

at the last cage, you stop to read the plaque as you've done with the other older hybrids in the more dim half of the room.

"albert whiskers..? how cute," you murmur, smiling softly. you peer inside the cage to find said albert whiskers and find him sitting in the corner of his cage. he looks up at you through (what you assume to be) prescription sunglasses, his tail flicking curiously. he's handsome, his platinum blonde ears twitching as he sniffs you out from afar. his tail matches his messily slickbacked hair, his pupils widening. he wasn't expecting to see someone both young ang cute in front of his cage, not since he was thrown here. of course, he doesn't get his hopes up quite yet, but his tail and ears betray him.

"well hello there," you say, placing a hand on the cage door, "i take it you're mr. whiskers?"

he stares at you for a few moments more, wondering whether or not he should engage you. it's your subtle head tilt at the end of your question that gets him to do it.

"…yes, that would be me." he says coolly, trying to appear a bit more cold. it doesn't work all that well, and you find his voice to be nice.

"you've been here quite a while, huh?" you sit down in front of his cage, placing your hands on your knees.

"i have," he resists the urge to scoot closer, "a few years."

oh, how your heart bleeds for him.

"well, can i take you home?"

"are you not looking for a more… youthful companion?" his ear twitches with interest.

you shake your head softly.

"no, i wouldn't be able to care for a younger hybrid. i work too much for that. i was hoping to find someone older."

he's silent as he figures out your true motives, if you're really trying to get his hopes up only to leave the moment he agrees.

"if it helps," you add, "i live alone. it's just me and myself, no other animals or people, i'm pretty quiet, i won't force you to cuddle, and i'm just tired of being alone in my home."

albert nods softly, rubbing his wrist as he considers what you've said. your words are tempting, and truthfully, it sounds as though you could provide him with what he needs- stability. not to mention how cute you are. your eyes are so sweet and part of him aches to just lie down in front of you and let you pet him all over.

"… alright. i suppose that will do just fine."

and like that, you take him home. he adjusts after a few weeks of overly cautious behavior. the two of you fall into a routine- you work while he busies himself doing menial tasks around the house, and when you come home, he's there to listen. he's replaced the role of a boyfriend for you, honestly.

so when you come home from work tired, and as usual, albert greets you at the door. he moves to hug you, but you brush him off.

"hi, alby." you mutter, walking right past him in favor of your bed. he follows you with hesitance.

"dear," he says, watching you crawl into bed without so much as changing out of your work clothes.

"hm?" you don't look up from the comfort of your sheets.

he walks over to the bed and climbs in bed beside you, his ears flat against his head.

"are you upset with me?" he asks quietly, unable to help the slight desperation in his voice. he'd been missing you all day and really, all he wanted was to cuddle with you even if he won't say it outright. instead, he reaches out and places a clawed hand on your shoulder, trying his hardest to avoid kneading you should you end up kicking him out.

"no, honey. i'm just tired, alright?" you say, gently brushing his hand away. clearly, something's wrong, but he doesn't press. he just lies beside you, his tail curled anxiously on the bed.

you can feel the anxiety he exudes rolling off of him in cold waves, and despite you being tired, you roll over to face him.

"just come here…" you sigh and push the sheets off of you, patting your chest. reluctant and still somewhat hurt by your initial dismissive rejection, he scoots close and presses his face into your chest. once your hand tangles in his hair, he's purring and nuzzling closer. the softness of his hair and the fur on his ears isn't lost on you. he's so happy to be with you after a full day of being alone. he's not used to such solitude without you around. even before, when he was working at umbrella, he wasn't alone.

though he feels silly about snuggling up to you like some needy pet, he can't help it. he's become somewhat dependent on you since his arrival, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone, not even you.

the calm silence is familiar and soothing, nothing but the sound of your breathing filling the air. his tail flicks happily, his ears perked up as well.

evenings like these weren't unusual. after a few moments more of lying in bed, you finally sit up and press a kiss to his forehead.

"i missed you, kitty. sorry for being mean." you mutter, stroking his hair still as you look into his hazel eyes. his heart flutters, slitted pupils turning round within seconds.

"it's alright, dear. i only missed you is all," he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, keeping his eyes locked on yours, "it's too quiet without you somedays."

the blush that dusts your cheeks is unmistakable. his free hand creeps up your arm to cup your head and pull you in for a soft kiss, one he'd been looking forward to all day. you reciprocate it with love, his gentleness only something you can coax out of him. his lips are soft and honey-sweet, his whiskers tickling your face. you pull away giggling at the feeling.

"let's get you out of those clothes, hm?" he mutters, rolling the both of you over so he's on top. you blush more and nod softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"it's time for me to take care of my owner. you've been so good to me." he starts kissing down your jaw, his whiskers brushing against your skin.

-

extra!

it's the weekend and you've been out for too long, something albert's grown suspicious of. you're never out this long without explanation or good reason. he waits on the couch, tail swishing with irritation. his ears twitch when he hears footsteps approach the front door, yours accompanied by a pair he's unfamiliar with.

you open the door soon enough and he doesn't bother to greet you, pissed off at you for taking so long. not to mention, that nasty smell you've brought in, it almost smells like-

"albert, i got you a friend! come here, honey!" you call, holding chris's leash loosely. you shut the door with your hip.

his ears perk up and he quickly gets out of his seat, turning around to see chris redfield standing by your side, glaring at him.

"chris!"

[kewaizi]

Puss serra & Kitty wong 💃

[manthemoth]

I want to chew on him like a pencil

[ahuanhz]

Some recent stuffs.

and "Why do I even bother to argue with a cat?"

[my-sleepy-head]

It’s almost been a full YEAR since I got my Chris and Wesker Tsum (will be a year on the 15th) so Phoenix helped Chris make a cake.

First Chris had to supervise the removal from the box.

Next, Microwave time because Tsum Tsum can’t use the oven(I got lazy and only remembered to take pictures after the messy stage was done)

Then came decorating, which was simply a ‘crum layer’ of the frosting from the box.

And now Miles and Albert are down here to enjoy the cake with Chris and Phoenix(I also made some tea)

Happy (almost) 1 year to my first two Tsum Tsum!

[darkcatblacksoul]

☻The best birthday gift for an artist is a reblog of his work☻