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Mama I'm in love with the devil
#evil dead#evil dead rise#evil dead rise spoilers#ash williams#horror edit#film edit#evil dead edit#mine#my edit#horror movies edit#horror movies#alyssa sutherland#ellie x beth
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tell me, why cry? tell me, why you grinning?
#lol#have this low effort joke edit#chainsaw man#evil dead edit#chainsaw man edit#horror edit#evil dead#army of darkness#chainsaw blood#vaundy
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ash edit
#I couldnt find a 3 second clip to suffice for the intro#sorry abt that#evil dead#evil dead 2#ash vs evil dead#ash williams#evil dead edit#ash williams edit
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He’s definitely something hahah
#evildead#ash vs evil dead#too many ppl to credit#ashvsevildead#evil dead edit#ash Williams#Ashley Williams#ashvsevildeadedit#army of darkness edit
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i dont think i ever posted this evil dead 1981 edit i made here soooo eat up screwheads
#evil dead#the evil dead 1981#evil dead 1981#bruce campbell#ash williams#evil dead edit#edit#my edit#dont repost without credit or ill eat you whole#sam raimi#80s film#80s horror#80s movies#horror#sams stupid scribbles#<- putting that tag here since i made it
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funky little guy??1!1 in a funky little cabin??!2
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Evil Dead never Disappoints. (Okay I’m not a huge fan of Part 3 but it achieves what it set out to do despite it not being my cup of tea lol.
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dead boy detectives + text posts part 1/?
+ bonus
#dead boy detectives#dbda#dbdshow#dead boy detective agency#dead boy detective netflix#painland#payneland#edwin payne#charles rowland#niko sasaki#crystal palace#monty the crow#esther finch#jenny green#the cat king#dbda memes#dbda incorrect quotes#dbda text posts#my edits#marcela watches dbda#whew. i've spent like an hour on these. cackling like an evil witch full on esther finch style#share my vision boy.#oh and finding good quality screens from this show is a herculean effort#none of my cap sites have them :(#if you saw me sneak one of my posts in: do not worry! i have a permit (to do whatever i want hehee)#dbda spoilers
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some of my favorite horror movies + the cramps
#horror#halloween#spooky#spookyseason#horroredit#movies#videoedit#edit#halloweenedit#classichorrorblog#the cramps#the shining#the conjuring#saw#carrie#the ring#aliens#evil dead#hausu#the thing#70s#80s#the exorcist#mine
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The Evil Dead, 1981.
#the evil dead#evil dead franchise#sam raimi#stills#horroredit#classichorrorblog#1980s#horror#edit#*#*evildead#2000
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Scream King - Ted Raimi
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#gifs#gif#horror gif#horror gifs#my gif post#ted raimi#evil dead 2#evil dead II#ash vs evil dead#intruder 1989#skinner 1993#creepshow#shudder creepshow#candyman 1992#the midnight meat train#wishmaster#the grudge 2004#the grudge#army of darkness#horror edit#horroredit#candyman#creepshow tv#evil dead#the evil dead#screamking#scream king
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these are fun to make
#MY EDIT#might make more actually#saw#tcm#tcm 1974#saw 0.5#saw 2004#evil dead#the evil dead#texas chainsaw massacre#the texas chainsaw massacre#please credit if u use btw#this got a lot more attention than i anticipated so i just wanna put that out there just in case 'cause i know how some ppl are#slashers#horror
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POSSESSION (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) dir. Lee Cronin
#possession#possession 1981#evil dead rise#horroredit#horrorgifs#alyssa sutherland#edits#cinemapix#cinematv#filmedit#mediagifs#fyeahmovies#moviegifs#userrobin#glamoroussource#useraphael#tusertha#userfrodosam#usermandie#usermorgan#tusermary#userlau#usersameera#nessa007#useralessia
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The most evil celebratory kiss
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#wen chao#wang lingjiao#I wrote a haiku that I almost used as the caption. Here it is:#“Up on the house top-Heterosexual kiss-Your mother is dead”#...I am not very good at poetry.#There was something so funny to me about the evil couple heterosexual sloppy kiss sandwiched between all this angst.#I get it - this is to make us really loathe these two and make the later revenge much sweeter but...honestly they were so funny for this.#I still do not really know how to draw people kissing so I will do what I do best and make it funny.#There are several points in which MDZS is a dark comedy and this is one of them.#Despite how tragic this episode is...My god did it also make me laugh the hardest.#I will have comics about the other moments. Stay tuned!#edit: forgor what day of the week it was. Happy Makeout Monday!
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Forgiveness (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)
2.9k words | giving wesker his first injection, minor hurt/comfort, pining, mutual pining, fluff, part of the lover, leader, liar series | Fic Directory
'With Love - Albert Wesker'
The side effects of his newfound abilities come in waves.
For a time, Wesker was… himself, really. Something in him had changed after the mansion. Your former Captain was certainly still the stoic man you’d worked for. The same one that wriggled his way into your heart in all those special ways. He was just a little more angry now. Some days were worse than others, but god help you if he dwelled too long on Chris’s disruption of his plans. It seemed like a lifetime ago…
But now you get to watch him seemingly deteriorate. “Unstable,” he’d told you. Whatever it was that granted him superhuman abilities wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. It comes in waves. First he’s simply irritable, lashing out at you and others for even the smallest of perceived slights. Sweat would bead at his brow, trickling over the bump of a vein in his temple. Those red, cat-like eyes you’d come to find less uncanny would grow brighter too, as if his fury were fueled by hot coals that lit them just as easily.
Next he’s sluggish– weak, even. He reminds you of someone stricken with the flu with the way he sweats and tosses and turns uncomfortably in his bed. Only once has he ever let it slip that his body aches terribly during such times. You do what you can for him in those moments, patting cool cloths to his brow, fetching medicine to relieve his fevers, bringing him meals that he typically turns away, and even drawing blood samples to be analyzed later… It’s difficult to watch him suffer, even after everything he’d done to you and your comrades.
Between such spells, he found a solution. An injection synthesized from the very strain of virus that brought him back from death’s door. A stabilizing agent to keep him right in the sweet spot. On the night everything was finalized, he’d staggered down the hallways of the compound to your shared living quarters, knocking at your bedroom door with shaking hands.
You can see the pain of his wounded pride as he rasps his request. “I require your assistance…” he all but mumbles, feet dragging as he walks to plop gracelessly onto the edge of your bed. He runs a trembling hand through his hair and the other extends to offer a syringe, an alcohol wipe, and a pad of gauze. His head drops into his palm.
Your heart tugs at the sight before you. Despite everything, it’s still him. Still Wesker, still the man you’d grown so fond of in your time as a S.T.A.R.S. officer. You reach for the syringe, taking a seat on his right side, thighs just shy of flush to each other. Wesker extends his forearm to you and you ready it with the wipe.
“In a vein?” You ask, nodding to acknowledge his weak hum of approval. It isn’t at all difficult to find a good one and you slip the needle in with ease. With a gentle draw of the plunger, a trickle of blood floods the suspension and you inject slowly. You thumb gently at his skin, an act meant to soothe him in his fragile state. He watches with hooded eyes as the black flecks pushing through the tube disappear into the needle, breaths a little heavier than his normal decorum would permit. A glance to his face reveals deep-set exhaustion.
“Captain?” You announce, peeking into his office. You find him hunched over a case file, sunglasses tossed aside on the desk.
Wesker acknowledges you with that signature hum of his, though it carries none of its usual firmness. You’ve never seen him so tired before. Even the icy blue of his eyes seems dimmed. He motions for you to enter and you close the door behind you. “Blinds,” he instructs.
Once they’re shut, you make your way to his side. Your eyes fall to the document at his desk, recognizing it as the most recent missing child case that had cast a sorrowful shadow over the city. Your lips quirk into a smile when he yawns, unable to find the display anything less than precious. You bring a hand to rest at his shoulder, rubbing softly.
“It never ends.” He sighs. Such an act was rarer than rare from him. Anything less than perfect composure from the great Captain Wesker was unheard of, but not for you. Not anymore.
“Can I do anything?” You ask softly, increasing the area of your ministrations to his upper back, further testing those boundaries that seemed to be falling away more and more with every private interaction. You swear he pushes into your touch.
Wesker’s gaze flickers to you briefly, almost as if he was considering even asking whatever was on his mind. “Coffee would not be unappreciated.”
You smile at him, turning to fetch a cup from the break room when he snags you by the wrist.
“Bring… two. And some of your own work.” He murmurs. “I could use the company to keep me awake.”
His head rests against your shoulder as you press a tiny piece of gauze to the puncture wound. For a time you simply stay there, thumb caressing the firmness of his forearm in your lap. You’re unsure of whether or not he’s watching, but you imagine he’s probably got his eyes shut. At least you hope he does, anyway.
You signal to him to lift his head and kneel to the ground, untying the laces of his dress shoes. You hear him hum above, whether in curiosity or complaint is unclear, but you continue anyway. “Probably best if you get some sleep.” You tell him as you tug his shoes free. He relents without any grief, stopping his descent to the bed only to place his sunglasses atop your nightstand and free himself of his black dress shirt, leaving him in a black tank top.
He regards you with another hum as you stand, arms wrapping around your waist. Your hand falls to his hair, gently pushing strands back in their perfectly styled place while he buries his face against your abdomen.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
Leaves crunch under Wesker’s determined footsteps. You two must have been walking for an hour now with no sight of, well, anything really. The Arklay Mountains are huge but not overly populated. It would take a while before you found a home with a vehicle to ‘borrow.’
His arms beneath your knees only tighten, signaling to you that your piggyback ride was far from over.
“C’mon, lay down.” You murmur, fingers scritching at his nape, occasionally trailing down to dance over the curve of his back.
He’s never slept in your bed before. It’s strange to have him here, but you wager it’s no different than that night you’d fallen asleep on the couch with him. Still, you feel no apprehension about crawling in on the other side.
Wesker turns to face you and you scoot the littlest bit closer, just until your knees bump his. You can’t help but smile at him. After everything, he still has that effect on you. “So,” you say, “do you feel any different?”
He answers you with a slight nod, looking away briefly as if to contemplate his answer. He holds his hand in the air for a moment. You lift yours to entwine your fingers with his.
“That was to show you that the shaking had settled.” He says, pulling your hand closer. His lips press to your knuckles and you can feel the burn in your cheeks at such a gesture. “But this is not unwelcome.”
He’s never done that before. In fact, for all of the times you’ve both danced near the line of such acts, neither of you has ever crossed it.
Wesker holds a hand over your mouth, pressing you into the peeling wallpaper of whatever dark room he’d tugged you into. He removes it only once he’s sure you won’t make a peep, hand falling to grip your shoulder. Outside, the sound of snarling growls and the rattle of chains war with one another. The shriek of a girl, nearly inhuman, follows every loud thud until whatever monstrous beast opposes her becomes little more than fleshy splats.
Your heart hammers in your chest as if it meant to break free. You wish you’d never set foot in this cursed place. Had you known such horrors existed in this mansion, you’d have never stayed in Raccoon City to begin with. To know something like this was in the mountains…
You want to cry. The only thing keeping you from giving up entirely was your Captain. He’s pressed so close to you, practically nose to nose. His eyes are locked on the doorway, completely focused on the sound of whatever creature slaughtered her way through the hallway. As petrified as you are, he somehow makes it all less frightening. His presence has always made you feel protected, whether at scenes of heinous crimes or in a mansion from hell.
“We’re clear.”
His whispered words ghost over your lips. Despite all of the fear coursing through your veins, you still find it in yourself to imagine bridging the gap. But now is neither the time or place
You wonder if you’ll live long enough to see such a moment…
You two stay like that for a while, shifting only to come closer. He watches you with those inhuman eyes of his, though you can’t help but grin when you see how wide his pupils have gotten. That was one thing in particular you’d found quite enjoyable about his ocular mutation. Though perfectly composed in every way, he couldn’t stop his eyes from dilating and giving away how he truly felt. Well, unless he had his glasses on. But that was different.
As your mind wanders back to the most traumatic night of your life, you can’t help but settle on that one question that had never quite been answered. It slips from your lips faster than you can stop it.
“Why did you save me?”
Wesker’s eyes shut and a small sigh escapes him. You briefly wonder if he’s frustrated with you having asked. After all, the small handful of times you’ve brought it up had been brushed off or the subject changed entirely. His hand leaves yours and for a split second you think he’s going to throw the covers off, grab his clothes, and leave. But he doesn’t. Instead, he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes unfocused but still somehow locked on you.
“I meant to fire you,” he murmurs, voice low as if the confession were a sin. “Before the mansion. Before any harm could befall you.” His thumb catches your lower lip. “I… You weren’t meant to be there.”
But that only leaves you with more questions.
“Do you remember the first time you ever brought lunch to my office?”
You nod, though you fear he must be changing the subject again.
Knocking makes you exceptionally nervous, though not for the same reasons the rest of the crew feel. Normally knocking on Captain Wesker’s door means you’re in trouble, but you’re far from it.
He looks almost surprised when you enter with cups of coffee and a bag of sandwiches. Rumor was that he enjoys the ones from a shop a few blocks over. Gossip was all the S.T.A.R.S. teams had to occupy themselves sometimes, and seeing the elusive Captain in public was akin to seeing a shaved bear. The grapevine quickly spread the word that Captain Wesker had stayed overnight at the precinct on two separate occasions this week alone, so you figured you’d do something kind.
He seems almost taken aback that you would do such a thing.
“I had to uh… guess what you might like. I hope this is okay.”
Your fingers brush against his as you hand off the wrapped food. This, as usual, makes your cheeks burn. For as often as such a thing happens, you’ve never really gotten better at keeping that particular reaction at bay. In fact, you almost suspect he does it on purpose. Ever since the first time it happened when you’d handed him a heavy stack of paper, it seemed like every time you gave him something resulted in the same graze of skin.
“I appreciate you.” He says, which sends a wave of warmth right to your chest. Wesker’s always had such a unique way of thanking you. Not once have you heard him utter those words to another.
“You seldom left my mind after that.” That edge to his voice is nowhere to be found in the softness of his confession. “Even when you should have.”
You chuckle through a wave of emotion that you can’t quite name. Your hand grips gently at his forearm, thumb rubbing softly just beneath the band of his watch.
“I had planned to find you afterward, though I imagine you would not have been pleased to see me.” He continues, eyes still locked on you despite how distant they seemed. “Earning your trust back would have been difficult, but I would have done anything.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” He confirms, grip growing a little more firm on your chin. “You mean a great deal to me. Far more than I ever imagined you would.”
How you wish you could’ve heard those very words back then. Maybe instead of being hunkered down in some random facility owned by one of Umbrella’s rivals, you would be walking beside him in the park while he tells you all that you’ve longed to hear. Or maybe you would have been out at some restaurant, or even having dinner at either your place or his. But no. Here he is coming down from one of his episodes, courtesy of whatever virus had brought him back from death’s door, confirming that he feels the same for you.
It’s not at all how you imagined it. You used to lie awake at night picturing the moment one of you confessed and something more than longing gazes and tender touches could finally come to be. Your heart doesn’t explode and fill your chest with confetti. Your knees don’t wobble– not that they could, given that you were laying down. It’s nothing like you imagined, but it’s so much more.
With bravery and joy in your heart, you finally lean forward and press your lips to his. There’s none of the fanfare or romantic music you used to daydream of, just the occasional sighed breath from him and the gentle pecking of kiss after kiss. It feels so natural. It’s as if you’d done this a thousand times without having ever known it. It’s slow and soft, precise in a way that could only make sense for him.
The fingers gripping your chin leave. Instead, Wesker moves his arm to wrap around your midsection and pulls you closer. Between the intoxication of kisses and your hand smoothing up to his bicep, your mind becomes foggy. It’s only when he breaks the act that you realize you’d foregone breathing in exchange for losing yourself in him.
You tangle a leg between his and nuzzle against his chest, pressing one more kiss to the exposed skin of his collarbone before letting your eyes flutter shut. You feel his chin come down to rest against the top of your head and the arm around your waist tightens.
You thumb gently at the bent corners of the card. On the night before Alpha Team deployed to the mountains, you decided it would be your good luck charm to get you through the mission. You weren’t entirely sure if it had brought you any luck, but those words meant so very much to you.
‘With Love - Albert Wesker’
He’s at the other side of the room, picking through a shelf of medical supplies while you sit on a makeshift bed. You’re so lost in thought that you hardly notice when he’s in front of you again. He kneels before you, thumb slowly rubbing a sticky gel across the cut on your cheek.
“You’ll want to get that cleaned properly once we’re out of here,” he instructs. “But this will be good enough for now.”
You huff a weak laugh. “Think we’ll actually make it that long?”
“We will.” Wesker says matter-of-factly. He begins to rise, nearly turning from you once more before he halts. In a rare act, he slowly removes his sunglasses. It’s then that you see his line of sight.
The card.
“I– Call it dumb, but I brought it for luck.” You stammer. “Sorry…”
His hand falls to your shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. There’s a pained look in his eyes, one you’ve never seen before. “You and I have got plenty of a future beyond these walls.”
You pray he’s right.
#albert wesker#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker x you#wesker x reader#wesker x you#resident evil#dead by daylight#dbd#albert wesker fanfiction#i'm probably going to add to the ending but i leave for work in like 10 mins and wanted to get this one out there#edit that was not meant to say 5.9k words lmAO idk how I fucked that up okay I'm in a hurry
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here comes trouble (make it double!)
#zakkura mercenaries <3 (evil edition)#dark!zack who's stupid in love with this creepy dead silent cloud#and zack is sooooo sweet and cheerful and 😇🥰😉 around him#and ONLY around cloud.#he acts like a snarling animal around literally anyone else.#4 years imprisoned and tortured plus another year of just running for his goddamn life has made him feel distinctly Not Very Human#and it shows! :)#meanwhile cloud has imprinted on zack like a newly hatched duckling and follows him around complacently#he never talks. he doesn't have to. zack does all the talking for both of them.#and if cloud DOES say something then that's how you know You Fucked Up. Badly#he's secretly SO much worse than zack. and it's not because Oh Sephiroth is in his brain whispering sweet nothings#it's because zack is right there next to him cheering him on! :3#zack; SOAKED in blood: gimme a C! gimme an L! gimme an O! gimme a U! gimme a D! that's my CLOUD!!!!! ❤️🩸❤️🩸❤️#ahem. anyway#so how's it going. lovely weather today huh#ffvii#zack fair#cloud strife#zakkura#my art <3#dark!zack au
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