#gviral

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

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part of canon you think is overhyped

tbh . anything leon . love him dearly but there's such an insane level of hype on him compared to everyone else . probably could say the entirety of re4/re4r here as well . love the game , in my top three REs but it very much fits the definition of being over-overhyped . it deserves the praise / hype but it's pretty much 80% of resi content out there that i see.

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

anything ship-wise tbh . especially valenfield and aeon from what i've seen. probably a ton of stuff i can say but ship stuff is the most prominent that i've seen in this vein . also re: my earlier answer on this same paragraph.

[erobret]

@gviral asked : SPOTS TO KISS + 1 for sherry ^w^

SHE COULDN'T HELP THE SMILE that shown bright at the contact to her flesh . fingertips pressed to that bit of warmth left behind by his lips , a childish giggle escaping her own tiers . thin arms are flung forward to wrap around his neck to give him a squeeze . her cheek was pressed to his and she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck . ❝ love you , papa ! ❞

[rescuefield-arch1]

♡ hey. how do you feel about evil scientists

send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

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[thxgrxmrexpxr]

"Clowns, hm?"

"You and the rest of Umbrella's research staff don't count."

[hellpontifex]

Please send me your cranial measurements. I would love to study them for science.

        THIS STRANGE MAN AGAIN. the priest barely frowns, hands resting idly at her side. all the good doctor would receive was a small narrowing of the eyes and sideways glance. perhaps, if she ignored him enough, he would leave. not like the craniometer would have fit over her pins, anyway.

* UNPROMPTED ( accepting. ) —

[designedparadigm]

❤ wesker and birkin :D

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

"What would you have done if you knew for certain you wouldn't have made it out of the mansion alive?"

"I would have followed my orders and completed my mission - releasing the T-Virus Tyrants and gathering combat data for Umbrella. "

[spaceychaos]

⸻ @gviral sent. [ META ] + marriage

i figure early on as she started university, annette was rather focused on building up her career, in her teens, she wasn't the type to imagine or fantasize what their future wedding would look like. she was raised by a single mother so marriage wasn't very appealing to her at all.

so imagine her surprise after dating william for a while, that she wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life with that man. i can imagine her proposing first but william probably did it first before she could fmdkslgmkdls

as for the marriage between them? i say it was pretty decent, annette loves her husband very much and did everything she could to support him.

[barrysbaby]

i can't go on like this. / will being emo as usual

PROMPTS FOR DEEP CONVERSATIONS

“Okay,” Moira says with a shrug of her shoulders. “So don’t. Go on a different way. Make a change. Back up. Take a left turn instead of right this time.”

It may sound like she’s joking, but she isn’t. Will can sit here and mope about how awful everything is, how unfair and difficult (and he would be correct on all accounts), or he can do something about it. Or, better yet, he can mope and do something about it.

“You’re not stuck,” she says. “And even if you were, screw it. Unstuck yourself. So what if you tear a few limbs in the process? At least you can regrow them.” Then, in a much softer tone, she adds, “you’re not alone. You have Sherry… and you have me.”

@gviral

[godstrain]

you've been staring .

Observant as ever, there's nothing that William doesn't catch onto. Albert had thought that he'd been subtle about it, but then again ... he was supposed to be paying attention to his own work, and clearly there was no reason for him to be looking so often toward Will's workspace. At least, there was no academic reason.

William was easy on the eyes, and if not for the fact that Al had seen everything that his colleague was capable of doing, he would say that there was something almost soft- in another life, perhaps there would be. Or if they were ever able to escape Umbrella... Would they?

He'd considered it before, leaving Umbrella, but he'd always wondered if Will would join him in that. Will was always so caught up in his work... but Al couldn't imagine his life without the younger researcher in it. ❝ I happen to enjoy looking at important things, William. You know that. ❞ The words are followed by a rather cheeky grin- maybe he's not the best at it, but Al knows that he can at least try to lay on some charm. Whether or not it would work was an entirely different story, but as the saying went, never try, never win.

Now seemed as good a time as ever to shoot his first shot.

[erobret]

@gviral asked : [CHECK] -- after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

HER BREATHING HAD INCREASED --- on the verge of hyperventilation . she had been making her way through the lab , returning from a much needed bathroom break ( it had also given her a chance to stretch her legs from the homework she'd been doing ) . they were almost to his office when chaos had broken out . an experiment breaking free from containment just feet from the child as she passed . she'd let out a scream as glass shattered around her and she fell across the sterile floor .

alarms sounded , lights flashing around her . she'd crawled quickly under a nearby desk , hiding with her hands over her ears and eyes squeezed shut . she cried as loud pops could be heard , keening through the shouts and curses . her ears were ringing but after the alarms turned off and lights went back to normal she could hear her name .

❝ papa ! ❞ she cried , hands reaching out from under the desk . she heard glass crushing as he saw her father fall to his knees , hands going for her . quickly did she climb into his arms , sobbing into him . her knees were scrapped , palms cut and so was a cheek . tears streaked down her face , nose beginning to run as her small face was cupped by his larger hands . the child was trembling terribly and again she fell into her father's arms to shed tears into his collar .

[birkincured]

i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one. - w.b.

prompt

HER KINGDOM WAS OF THAWING ICE , HER WALLS WERE DENSELY PACKED SNOW . IN HER CASTLE WAS A WILTING ROSE INTRAPPED IN THORNS AND IN ROOTS .

The magic had faded , having held onto it for this long . These lab halls used to be her domain , the blinking machines her knights . Her mother and father were QUEEN AND KING , and she was the flower . Reality was as harsh as wintry frost as was rot . All there was to see now was teeth , the icy gazes with sloshing water under that thin sheet of the surface . AN ANGER OF AN ICEBERG , not at her but around her .

Similarly there was roots enclosed around his heart that grew from his brain . Wrapped around tightly , an embrace as comforting as HATE can hold you . Because it was LOVE that breaks down these structures , melting them away as the white sun does . He was melting his layers as she let her petals dry and fall away .

It seems important now , that with every SPRING the flower grows back stronger . This moment now , of a bitter understanding of actions , will one day feel small . So just for now , it was FALL .

❝ It is never too late to change , it never was before . ❞

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

♡

when will i receive an apology for being shot several times by your squad

"Best I can do is my boot up your ass.

I'll be generous and even let you pick which foot."

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ○○○○○ | INTEREST ○○○○○ | LOYALTY ○○○○○ | TRUST "Fuck. no.'

[corvidamned]

@gviral

he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

[abirkin]

Tugging her into his lap.

"Hey, Annie." He places a kiss behind her ear. " ... Sorry I haven't been home."

There's a pause, ever-so-slight, before she allows herself to relax, leaning back into her husband's arms and the comfort she finds there.

"It's okay," she murmurs softly. "Just try to do better?"

She knows nothing will change. It never has. It was like this when she started as his lab assistant, and it will stay like this forever. But those are the consequences of being married to Umbrella's best, right? The pressure on him-- on both of them-- is immense.

He'll come home tonight, and maybe for a night or two afterward, but then he'll be on the verge of another breakthrough, and they'll be right back where they started, just like always.

She's learned it's best to just savor it now, while she has the chance to.

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

Name: Dr. William Birkin

Age: You should know this, Al

Do you like to cuddle?: On occasion every occasion

Can we make-out?: Of course

A night in or dinner out?: I prefer to stay the night in, don't you?

Whipped cream or chocolate syrup?: Whipped cream

Chocolates and roses?: I'm not the type for it

What makes you a good Valentine?: We get along quite well, don't you agree? Your presence is one of the few I can tolerate

Would you cook for me?: I would

Would you let me cook for you?: Preferably

Where would you take me on a date?: Home, where we can engage in a lovely game of chess

Who’s paying?: That depends entirely on who's hosting. I'm not opposed to it, but don't get cheap on me ;)

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: A new watch. You've always liked them expensive

He stares down at the application, transfixed seemingly. For a long time his body is rigidly still. Then, all at once, he takes the paper and sets it down. Hesitating before turning it over and neatly slipping it into the drawer of his desk.

He can't bring himself to fold this one. Nor can he seemingly offer any kind of an answer.