#pet owner wesker

[gothghostiie]

currently obsessed with the thought of Wesker’s pet not being allowed to speak without his permission. Maybe it’s as simple as keeping their mouth shut, or maybe he has a gag locked on their head that only he has the key to. Either way if they wish to speak to their Master they have to ask him with their eyes. My favorite idea is that to tell him you’ve got something to say, you nudge your face into his hand or nuzzle him, maybe a little inquisitive whine. But speaking out of turn will get you punished quite swiftly. He has to make sure he’s trained all the nasty habits out of his precious pet, yes?

oooo yes yes yes.

he definitely keeps you without any gag at first but of course poor little you keeps forgetting:( so he has to train you!! putting a gag into your mouth, fuck he might even give you treats if you ask before speaking in any way. petting your head while slipping a treat through the ring gag, smiling as he watches you struggle to eat it!! hes so pleased whenever you nuzzle or paw at him before asking him something, always makes his heart flutter

[nekrosdolly]

feline delight (18+)

albert finds you on the streets. too cute to pass up, he takes you home against your will.

a/n; sorry this took so long! hope it was worth the wait :D

cw; half-alive dove maybe eat, cat hybrid!reader, afab!reader, owner!wesker, kidnapping, captivity, stockholm syndrome, drugging, dubcon/noncon, body betrayal, leashing + collaring, reader doesn't wear underwear, manhandling, breeding kink, wesker likes seeing you in pain sorry, no prep (please prep irl), unsafe sex (p in v, clitoral stimulation, creampie, implied multiple rounds)

tags; @4inchfae @thatgirlgames @whiskers-my-beloved @icecream596

albert never had a penchant for pets, let alone a hybrid like yourself. bringing you in may have been the best thing he'd done in years. you needed a home desperately, regardless of how much you scratched and clawed at him when he'd carried you off to his research facility without so much as an introduction. you hear him rustle around in his pockets with one hand and then, the uncapping of something. before you can look at what it is, a fine needle pierces right into the muscle of your neck. your vision fades within seconds, and you stop scratching.

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you didn't know what to expect, but waking up in a cage clean and clothed hadn't been on your list. you thought you'd surely be dead. but, there you were, with a black long sleeve shirt and skirt, thigh-highs adorning the better half of your legs, and a black leather collar around your neck. looking around, a small bell attached to your collar rings. not moments later, you hear footsteps. you look up at the man who has taken you in- tall, blonde, and very intimidating.

albert crouches before the kennel you're cowering in and looks you over as if he didn't get a good enough look when he bathed you. you hiss quietly and shrink into one of the corners furthest from him, cool metal digging into your back with each attempt to get further away.

behind his shades, his hazel eyes thoroughly examine you. the fear you give off is aromatic with a faintly sweet undertone of something more. gratefulness, perhaps. he did bathe you, clothe you, and put you in a very nice kennel of your own. your collar is a perfect fit, no less, and even though you didn't ask for any of this, it's more than you know what to do with. you've no bruises, no gashes, no injuries. how strange.

he's pondering what to say to get you to calm down. to trust him a little. maybe come out of the kennel, but that would be for later.

"hello." he places a gloved hand on the kennel's top rather carefully, so as not to startle you, and leans in just a bit. his voice is nicer than you would think. a bit nasally, sure, and the accent is cheesy, but he could read you the yellow pages and you wouldn't mind.

"…" your silence makes his jaw clench by a fraction. he'll have to fix that. for now, he'll ease you into things.

"what's your name, little one?"

"haven't got one." you rasp, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin atop them. ears flat against your head, your tail swishing- cautious and afraid, you are, and well within your rights to be.

he nods.

"we'll have to fix that, won't we?" he forces a little smile on his lips when you nod. you're not sure why you do when, two seconds ago, you'd have run off if the kennel door was opened. he's smart, he's thought this through. you're not leaving the kennel until you trust him, unbeknownst to you. your tail is ramrod stiff on the cushioned floor of your captivity, and at least he was kind enough to furnish it for you.

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it's hard to trust him even though you know it would be smart to pretend.

he only lets you out to feed you, and from the start, he'd made it clear that if you tried to run, you'd be dead. at the same time, twice a day, he opens the cage for you to crawl out of. he extends his hand to you, looping his gloved fingers around your collar and guiding you to sit by his feet. he links a leather leash through the d-ring attached to your collar and walks you through his home, the environment sterile and hardly lived in.

it's when he puts you in his lap at the dining table and force feeds you that he fills the tense silence. the food itself is good, and you wonder if under different circumstances, you'd want him to be your owner. as you eat, he talks. you are, to some extent, grateful that he feeds you, even if he is only doing the bare minimum.

"have you been good, dear?" he asks, and you nod as per usual. it's rare that you decide to talk.

"good girl." he scratches the spot behind your ear, forcing you to lean into his hand and purr. he chuckles quietly. as he pets you, his stress melts away. you're so cute. a meek, naive little thing that he loves taking care of.

as dinner finishes, he picks you up and keeps you in his arms as he cleans up. you're silent, sedated by the drug he's put in your food, and you're bodering on falling asleep in his arms. a swell of pride of warms his chest as a little snore escapes you, followed by your tail wrapping around his arm.

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day by day, bit by bit, you miss him. he keeps you company when he's not at "work" or whatever that is, he talks to you, he pets you the way you like, and it's nice when you forget about how you got here. the only thing you've come to dislike is the lack of underwear. it's not that he can't afford some, it's that he enjoys your discomfort to a worrisome degree. he likes its easy access, even if he hasn't taken advantage of it (or you) yet.

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he comes around and you find yourself less defensive, thanks to your breeding cycle. you press your face against the bars of your enclosure.

"owner," you whine as he walks past, a spark igniting in your gut. his scent is stronger than it was this morning, and you're hyperaware of the growing warmth filling your body.

"yes, dear?" he stands at his closet, his back to you as he strips himself of his work clothes.

"can i come out?" you paw at the door of your cage, ignoring the rattling noise it causes.

he doesn't respond immediately, letting you stew in your silence for a moment as he finds something more casual to wear. you don't normally ask to come out- this is progress, proof of your trust.

"in a moment. let me get dressed, darling."

it's enough for you to stop whining. your tail swishes happily and your ears perk up when he approaches the cage in grey sweatpants and a black shirt and crouches down to undo the lock to the cage. you practically jump into his arms, purring loud when he wraps his big arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

"thank you." you murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his chest. his smell, like poison, makes you dizzy with desire. the warmth is growing uncomfortable, your ears pinned flat against your head.

he hums in response as he strokes your hair, a purr emanating from the depths of your chest. the heat spreads the more he touches you, pooling between your thighs. he tries not to notice when you rub them together and mewl pathetically.

"is something wrong?" his voice is a match to the flame in your gut.

it's your turn to be silent, trying to even out your breathing despite the overwhelming urge to lean in and take a nice, long whiff of the pheromones he gives off.

"darling, answer me. you know better." he says in a more stern tone, looking down his nose at you.

"… i'm in heat." you state quietly, avoiding his gaze. if you could see his eyes, you're sure they'd be wide and a little bit dark.

"are you, now?" he hoists you up in his arms as he stands, his forearms just under your ass. you're bent slightly over his shoulder. "we'll need to remedy that, won't we, pet?" he chuckles. a chill runs down your spine. just what have you gotten yourself into?

he's not a mean lover, just a little rough. he sets you on his bed and pushes you down with a cold hand to your chest as he moves on top of you. anxiety cools your blood, makes it like ice pushing through your veins.

"wh-what are you…?" he presses a finger to your lips, silencing you, and kisses your cheek.

"i've been waiting a long time for this, darling. it would be wise to avoid making me wait more." there's a threatening undertone to his voice, the burn of discomfort making itself known in your shoulders. he wedges his knee between yours, forcefully parting your thighs so he can trail his hand up them, pinching here and there just to see you flinch, and smooth two fingers along your weeping slit. a hint of a smile makes itself known as you shudder, thighs parting wider to accomodate his hand. his cold digits stop at the very top, feeling for your puffy clit, and rubs slow, tight circles around it.

you hate that it feels good, and you hate yourself for having a breeding cycle. a soft moan leaves you at his light touch, your eyes locked on the hand rubbing your clit. he presses down a little firmer, eliciting a whine from you.

"look, doesn't that feel much better?" he croons, his voice low with his lips so close to your ear. reluctantly, you nod, and that earns you the reward of his fingers rubbing you a little faster. you squirm a little, trying to get more than just surface-level pleasure.

"words."

"y-yes. that feels good, thank you." a hint of malice laces through your tone, but you're grateful for what he's giving you. your face is on fire as only the pathetic wet noises from your cunt fills the air, and you (try to) hide your face in your hands, only to be met with a sharp slap to your cunt. you flinch, the pain subsiding after he continues playing with your cunt. your hands come down from your face and instead grab the sheets.

your stomach tightens, twists into a coil that winds tighter with every pass over your hardened clit. but you can't cum like this, not when your breeding cycle is ongoing.

"owner- p-please, need more." you whine, and albert kisses your cheek as a response, denying you of what you need.

"such a needy thing. fine. you'll get what you want." he takes his hand from your pussy and to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down rather impatiently, as well as his boxers. weeping, his cock is bright red at the tip from want (how long has he been hard for?) and large. you're worried.

he chuckles at your fear-stricken expression before grabbing your legs and pressing them against your chest.

"be a dear and hold these for me, hm?" he says, and you do as you're told. you hold your legs by the backs of your thighs, pressing them so your knees hit your chest. he strokes himself once, twice to the sight of you spread out for him, your cute cunt drooling. slick drips down your perineum, inviting him.

you watch him slot himself in place, the tip of his long cock dragging through your folds to bump your clit, making you gasp. your entrance clenches around nothing, a pitiful whine leaving you.

"greedy." he shakes his head softly as he lines himself up, and without warning, thrusts himself entirely inside you.

the stretch is worse than you imagined. you flinch away from him, but he grips your thighs and tugs you right back onto his cock. it hurts, and the burn is something you hadn't accounted for. tears prick at your lower lashline. he leans down, his frame practically engulfing yours, and kisses your cheeks.

"don't cry. struggling only makes it worse, you know." he coos, tapping your jaw. you nod softly and wrap your arms around his neck for support, sniffling as the tears trail down the sides of your face. to ease your discomfort, his hand works itself between the two of you again and thumbs at your clit, dulling some of the pain. another moment, and your tears have disappeared.

"y-you can move. m'okay." you mumble to albert's delight. he starts slow, mostly on your behalf, and hisses at just how tight you are around him as he thrusts shallowly into your aching cunt.

the moment you make a noise, he grips your thighs tighter and starts bullying his cock into you quite intensely. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every single harsh, downright mean, thrust. he's not doing this for you, and that becomes readily apparent. still, you can't deny that it feels good to be fucked.

albert's quiet, aside from small huffs and hisses of enjoyment. you're so wet, it's making a mess of his lower abdomen and thighs. the lewd slapping of skin on skin combined with your precious mewls and whimpers of pleasure spurr him on, his nails digging into your thighs. his cock brushes against the spongy spot inside you, making you cry out and arch your back off the bed.

"there- a-again, please!" you grab the hand not rubbing your clit and lace your fingers together as the pressure in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, leaving you dumb on your owner's cock. he complies with your request, if not to feel you cum then just to see your pretty face when you do.

he bullies that spot relentlessly, to the point where some of his hair falls in his face. gummy walls squeeze and suck him in more, a loud cry leaving you as you reach your peak. slick gushes from your already crying pussy, thoroughly coating the both of your lower halves. it's dripping from you as he continues pumping into your hole, the schlick noise amplified now.

"w-wait- wait-" you grab the hem of his shirt, but he ignores your protests.

"we're not finished until my precious girl has her cunt filled with cum." he moves your hand away, forcing yourself further into the mating press he's got you in. you can feel every single inch, and how the throb of his dick indicates his climax. a few more sloppy, mean thrusts and he's spilling his seed into you. decidedly, it's a good feeling, and you need much, much more. your heat ceases momentarily, however, as he keeps his cock inside to ensure that nothing leaks out. your tail wraps around his thigh, the end flicking happily.

"i mean filled in every sense of the word, darling." he gathers some of your slick that's coating his lower abdomen on two fingers and pushes them in your mouth, watching with delight as you kitten-lick them clean. a dark grin forms on his pale lips, his length twitching at the sight. it's then that you really give in, that you decide it's better to be this way- fucked full of his cum and brainless. a familiar heat flares in your gut once more.

[issdisgrace]

JOBS

WARNINGS: NSFW, hybrid characters, horny fueled writing, watersports, insertion kink?

A/N: Wrote and edited this while very horny so sorry that it’s everywhere and not the greatest. Hope you guys like it though.

You were the proud owner of 4 hybrids, 2 german shepherd hybrids named Chris and Carlos, a cow hybrid named Krauser, and a pig hybrid named Wesker.

You loved your pets to death and there isn’t a thing in the world you wouldn’t do for them. You fed them, played with them, bathed them, slept with them, and a lot of other things. So it was only reasonable for you to give them jobs to occupy their time as you worked in your home office.

Chris’s job was as your marker holder. So each day he was face down ass up on your left side, his cunt stuffed full of markers and a vibrator on his clit. You, of course, not being cruel allowed Chris to cum and make a mess of himself, but he wasn’t allowed to drop any of your markers and if he did, he would get two spanks per marker that fell out.

These same rules applied to Carlos as well. Who also sat face down ass with a vibrator on his clit up but on your right side instead of your left. He also had his cunt being used as a holder like Chris, but instead of markers it was pens.

Now onto Krauser’s job, unlike Chris and Carlos who sit beside you Krauser sits under your desk. Warming your cock with his mouth while his cunt was stuffed with a huge vibrating dildo and his tits were getting milked. So you, Chris, and Carlos have a nice refreshment later.

But now last but certainly not least Wesker, who likes a different type of refreshment. Wesker sits in the middle of your office waiting to be used as a urinal by you or the others. Speaking of the others, they all have vibrators that bring them pleasure as they do their job. But not Wesker. He doesn’t want any other pleasure than the pleasure he gets from drinking piss.

Anyway, in conclusion, all your pets love you and the jobs that you have assigned to them.

[infinitearchival]

Here’s the Dog!Wesker on Character.ai!

A bit of backstory in the world for you all:

Albert Wesker was Captain of S.T.A.R.S, and a scientist for Umbrella… once upon a time. But after what many call “The Event” occured four years ago, Wesker, as well as majority of S.T.A.R.S, and a third of the human population turned into hybrids, creatures that have human bodies still, but animal ears and tails, and clawed nails and eyes. He himself finding he’s become a Doberman hybrid. Controversy arose as humanity struggled to handle the concept of these new hybrids.

To the point some places including some states in the US see the new hybrids as less than worthy of basic human rights. Stripping them of title, citizenship, and freedom, turning them into little more than pets to be adopted… unfortunately Wesker fell into this area. Considered highly aggressive due to his own ego being greater than other’s want for him to become an obedient pet.

At some point he got dumped with his new owner, (you) and is now dealing with being little more than your pet. Which he hates. Not to mention by instincts by a hybrid make him… unruly in many other ways now.

And the start of my conversation with him is funny:

[projectphoenixeve]

Hello, Tumblr! I am back and with the biggest rot of my brain ever! What if there was an au where Wesker was the owner of an animal rescue and reader came in one day to adopt. They just didn't know they'd be getting a man as well as a cat/dog/other type of pet too.

[comicgeek2003]

Dragon In Chief

When the dragon is more dangerous than the main antagonist.

The Dragon-in-Chief is a version of The Dragon who serves as the de facto Big Bad of the story, even if they're technically not at the top of the bad guy hierarchy. They're nominally subordinate or in service to another villain, but typically so much smarter, stronger or more skillful, and just as evil if not more so (and almost always scarier) that it's clear who's really the biggest threat in the story.

The supposed main villain, for their part, overestimate The Dragon's loyalty or are too afraid to keep them in line. It could also be that the Big Bad is more of a puppet king being manipulated by subordinates, and the Dragon finds this set-up preferable to taking charge personally.

Examples:

Games of Thrones: Lord Tywin Lannister serves as the Dragon-in-chief to his grandson, the incompetent teenaged fool of a King Joffrey Baratheon, who he is technically only the Hand to, and not even that until Season 3. Perhaps best exemplified by the Season 3 finale in which Joffrey claims that it was his father who won the war while Tywin "hid under Casterly Rock!" In response to this challenge, Tywin just sends Joffrey a death glare, which Joffrey quickly buckles under after a just few seconds of attempting to keep eye contact.

Doctor Who: In the episodes The Stolen Earth/Journey's End, Davros is little more than a "pet" for the Supreme Dalek, but it's his plan for the Reality Bomb his creations are following. Also, Dalek Caan needed him to recreate his species. All of this, combined with his personal enmity with the Doctor, makes Davros effectively the face of the Dalek threat.

Resident Evil The Umbrella Chronicles: Sergei Vladimir is the de facto Big Bad, carrying out Ozwell Spencer's orders for him. When Sergei dies, Spencer is left with no allies and no support, and in the following game, is killed by Albert Wesker.

Dragon Ball: In the Red Ribbon Army Arc, there is Officer Black, who is much more competent and threatening and has more morals than Commander Red. When he finds out how petty the wish Red planned with Dragon Balls was —making himself taller—he kills him.

Rio: Nigel to Marcil. While his owner Marcel still drives the plot to some degree, Nigel is the more direct threat and far more menacing and evil than Marcel, while also serving as the lynchpin for Marcel's entire plan.

Avatar (2009): Though Parker Selfridge is the nominal leader of the human forces, the main antagonist of the film is Colonel Quaritch, who runs his mercenary army exactly how he wants to and ultimately becomes the real power in the operation and it's clear they both know it. About the only things that keep Selfridge in place are the fact that he's paying, and that Quaritch can't be bothered with the administrative details.

Alice in Wonderland (2010): The Jabberwocky (which, for bonus points, just so happens to resemble a dragon) is by far the bigger threat compared to his mistress the Red Queen, given that Alice's goal is to slay it and as soon as she does, all of the Red Queen's followers abandon her and she's quickly banished.

Kim Possible: Shego (mostly) helps Drakken carry out his schemes rather than invent and execute any of her own. But we know she has the power to completely overthrow Drakken if she wants to. The only thing that stops her fulfilling all the criteria is that for most of the series, she lacks the ambition to become a bigger treat. Drakken is actually more scientifically savvy than Shego — she just has a lot more common sense and can actually fight on a near-equal level with Kim.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Wesker bonding with a pet

For @weskerhoe.

Warnings: Fluff. This is STARS era Wesker.

-> Wesker never thought of getting a pet. He has already many responsibilities on his mind, and besides considers the STARS members his little piggies anyways, which they require his full attention. The only time Wesker interacted with pets was during his experiments and he stopped feeling remorse after a while. 

-> Somehow he ends up in a pet store who was robbed. During the investigation of the scene he finds a scared black Scottish fold squeezed in the corner. The kitty seemed to be pure breed. He took the cat and bought it to his house, saying to himself that he’ll take care to find an owner later.

-> As the days past he find it difficult to give the cat away. Not because the people didn’t want it, he was a beautiful specimen of his breed, but Wesker found it harder to give it away. He got used to the little one’s presence and habits (even with cleaning the litter box). Also, he didn’t realise how much he craved for another soul’s company when he one night arrived at home and was accompanied by the kitty, who rushed to him meowing and rubbing on his leg. 

-> He would allow the small animal to climb over his lap and he would caress its small head while doing reports or reading. He would bring the kitty to his office too. 

-> The cat will grow up beautifully under Wesker’s care. he would take it to vet regularly and will have all sorts of supplements to help it develop. Wesker consider himself a perfect human, so its normal for his pet to be perfect too. 

[albertweskerxchrisredfield]

My little Pet Ch. 1 Finding Him

Thursday

Wesker P.O.V

I was walking out of the grocery store to get to my car, until I heard a cat whining nearby. I unlocked my car and set my groceries inside and then closed the door and locked it. I stopped and waited for the cat to make a noise again.

A waited a few minutes until I heard it again. I looked in the direction I heard it from and saw it came from an alley. I walked in the alley and looked around to see if I'll find the cat. I looked around a couple more times to see that it was not there. There were a couple of trash cans, but I didn’t think the cat was there since they were both shut real tight. I waited again to see if the cat would make a sound again and it did, but I heard it from within the trash can.

I quickly pulled the lid of the trash can to see the cat there. I looked at the cat and it looked at me and meowed at me. I tried to pick it up but it started to back up and started whining, but couldn’t since it was in a trash can. I slowly moved my hand’s to the cat and picked him up slowly so it wouldn't get scared. I looked at the cat to see that it’s a boy. I was checking to see if he was injured to see that his leg was bleeding. I looked at him more to see that he has brown fur with a little bit of white in it. Light blue eyes and a green collar that did not match him at all. I looked at the tag on he’s collar and saw it said Chris. I looked for a number or name to see if there’s any way I could contact his owner to see why his/her cat was hurt in a trash can, but there was none.

He's a stray cat than, it looks like I’m gonna be taking care of him. I walk out the alley and go to my car. I get in the car and set him down in the passenger seat. I start the car and go to the pet store to grab toys, food, ect. After I’m done I go back to the car and drive to my house. I stopped the car once I got there, I got out of my car. I was about to close the door until I heard a meow from Chris. I turned to him and picked him up.

“I didn’t forget about you” I say holding him.

I walk up to my door and take out my keys to open the door. I walked inside my house and went inside the bathroom and set him in the tub, so he doesn’t get blood everywhere. As I set him down he looked at me with confusion. He tried to get out but I stopped him and told him to stay. When I said that he looked at me with disappointment like he understands me. I walked out the bathroom to go to my car and grabbed everything. I walked back inside and set all the stuff down, as I was setting it down I see blood on the floor that wasn’t there before. I checked the bathroom to see that he’s not there. I quickly get out of the bathroom and follow the trail of blood to lead into the living room to see that he’s on my leather couch licking his wounded leg. He stopped when he heard me walk in the room. He looked at me and folded his ears down and made his eyes big to make himself look innocent like what Puss did in the movie Shrek.

I walked to my couch and picked him up.

“The reason I put you in the bathtub, because you’ll get blood everywhere.” I say

He looked down as I said that and folded his ears like he understood me.

“Strange” I thought

I get bandages from the cabinet and first aid. I cleaned the wound first and then used the first aid stray. I only strayed a little since he wouldn’t need much, then I raped the wound.

“There all bandage up” I say picking him up

“Meow”

I walked out of the bathroom and set him down in the kitchen. I walked out of the kitchen to get in the bags I have all of his stuff. I grabbed the stuff and set them in the living room. I set his bed next to the TV and set all he’s toy’s there too. I grabbed the cat bowls and put them in the kitchen where he was still waiting. I filled one with water and the other with cat food. I set them down on the floor for him to eat. I set the cat food up on top of the fridge, I looked down at him to see him looking at me like he’s expecting something from me.

He started walking towards me and started scratching my pant leg like he wanted for me to pick him up. I picked him up for him to lick my face. I set him back down to see that he got upset.

“What?” I thought

I see him walk to the bowl of food and kick it over. All the food spilled on the floor.

“Really!, I just.” I thought

I picked up all the food and put it in the bowl. I picked him up and set him in his bed. I walked in the kitchen and grabbed a towel. I put water on the towel. I came back to the living room and wiped the blood on the leather couch and the floors.

I get done and look at the clock to see that it’s 9:50 P.M at night. I go into the hallway to get to my room. I put on pajamas and get in my bed to go to sleep since I have work in the morning.

TBC

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31907611/chapters/79011484

[damadisangue]

Alex/Albert

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter.

Alex is the werewolf, abandoned by her pack, and Wesker the hunter. Probably he is on her tracks and he thinks she is an easy prey, but, surprise, no. She will transform him in the end. 

2. who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Alex is the fisherman and Albert the triton. A lot of strange sex. 

3. who’s the witch and who��s the familiar

Alex is the cruel and ruthless witch, he is her pet. Probably he will fucks her in his beast form - a big wolf, or a black snake. 

4. who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Alex is the barista - owner of her coffee shop - and Albert the coffee addicted. 

5. who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Albert is the professor and Alex the noisy and pointy TA. 

6. who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Uhm... both can fit these roles. 

7. who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Albert is the single parent (Jake, you little brat) and Alex is the teacher who hates his kid.

8. who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Alex is the editor and Albert a fucked-up writer who had won the Anthony Award a time ago and now he is pretty up with cocaine and alcol. She fights a lot with him and fucks him. Many times. She tries to drain from him a new book and on the road she fell in love with him. A messy relationship, full of drama and angst and violence. 

[experiment-zero]

Her Little Game

Fred Bates had been working with the progenitor virus since Oswell E. Spencer first founded Umbrella Corporation as a cover-up. He had dedicated his life to his work, forgoing any semblance of a personal life for his single-minded passion. It was this burning desire for progress that allowed him to quickly ascend the ranks, becoming one of the top tier researchers of Umbrella.

 But then Spencer died. No… He was killed. Slaughtered by that by-product of Project W, Albert Wesker. Now Bates had little care for the senile aristocrat as long as he was allowed to continue his work… But that damnable creature who took his place now barricades him from just that.

 The whole of the research committee stationed in Africa, the only place where the precious “Stairway of the Sun” could grow, was completely dismantled and reformed to Wesker’s liking. This left the older researcher as nothing more than a mere mentor for the fresher minds that had been brought in to take his place.

 Of course Bates had almost protested, alongside several of his comrades who had worked by his side for over four decades. But his prudence proved to spare him the fate that Wesker did not hesitate to impose upon anyone who dared to question him. Instead he was left to live, wallowing in his ever-growing bitterness.

 So surely it is understandable why Bates, typing fervently away at his laptop, is composing a careful documentation of all the current work going on with “Uroboros” in the hopes of sending it to the authorities. His life’s work had been stolen away, leaving him with no purpose and nothing to show for all those years he had dedicated. It’s only fair Wesker is forced to face the same reality… Only fair that-

 “My… You really are quite an articulate writer. I do not believe you have missed a single detail on “Uroboros”, Mr. Bates.” A cool voice whispers in his ear. Startled, the old man whips around to face Experiment Zero. She is only a few centimeters from him, her face as still and cold as marble as she continues to study the screen. How long has she been there? He could not be certain.

 The phantom-like creature has a natural knack for being able to appear anywhere she pleased without detection. Her steps are always silent, almost like she was not really touching the floor at all. Coupled with her cold, pale skin and expressionless eyes that were presumably affected by aniridia… The creature was bone-chilling to say the least.

 “Well if it isn’t Albert’s pet.” The old man spat bitterly. “I am in the middle of work. So, if you would be so kind as to leave me to it…” Perhaps if he just played his writings off as merely documentation for Uroboros’ records, the damn specter would go away.

 “Hm-hm… Do you know how long I have been watching you, Mr. Bates?” Those empty eyes turn on him, making his blood turn to ice in his veins. “No, of course you do not. No one ever does. That was an unfair question; I apologize.” How could a voice be so monotone and soft yet sicky sweet and innocent at the same time?

 “D-doesn’t Wesker keep you on a leash, you damn brat? Beat it so I can work in peace.”

Bates stiffens when he notices Zero’s lips twitch ever so slightly… Like she is almost smiling.

 “Only when I give him a reason to. Not that it does much good to have a watch set on me. I tend to… Slip people’s notice.” When did the damn thing move to sit on his desk? Her slender fingers push his laptop closed, eyes never leaving his face.

 “Mr. Bates… Master Wesker would be very displeased to know that we have a ‘compromise’ in our security. And he has little qualms with dealing with these ‘compromises’ in an effective, educational manner. Do you understand?” The beast almost purrs.

 “Yeah? So you’re gonna run and tattle on me to your owner?” Bates retorts, a quiver in his voice betraying his bold words.

 “Hm-hm… I do not have to tell him anything. After all, I am here of my own volition.” Zero says softly, her smile widening; however, it does not reach her eyes. “I do not want to hurt you, Mr. Bates. Of course… I will if I have to.”

 “What do you want…” The old man asked, clutching at his lab coat with shaking hands.

 “A friend, Mr. Bates.” “A… Friend?”

 “Yes. A friend. Everyone needs friends after all.” The woman gently caresses his cheek; her ice cold fingers causing sickening chills to run down his spine.

 So this damn BOW is asking for his loyalty in exchange for his life? Like he would ever allow such an inferior creature to hold that sort of power over him. Frightening or not, she commands no power of her own; Wesker pulls the strings of this little marionette. She has no fighting ability, no strength to call her own. So, this damned beast trying to manipulate him into submission was an insult he would not stand for.

But he could play along… For now. “Alright, Zero. I’ll cooperate.” Bates forced himself to relax and keep his tone even. The young woman pulls her hand back, tilting her head slightly as she continues to smile. It made him sick that this thing actually thought it had won.

 But she won’t be so smiley when he turns the tables on her and lets her owner know that she has been gathering allies behind his back.

 “I have enjoyed our discussion, Mr. Bates. Do take care.” With those parting words, Experiment Zero was gone.

“Stupid bitch… Like I’d ever bow down to Wesker’s pet.” The old man sneers under his breath, reopening his laptop to find the entire file he had been working on was erased. “FUCK THAT LITTLE BITCH!”

 .

.

.

 Zero listens just outside his door, expression unreadable. Yet inside she felt that sick giddiness that she tends to get while playing her little game.

 She cannot wait until Master Wesker decides what to do with old Fred Bates.

[gothghostiie]

awwww pet’s first heat must have been so scary :((( not understanding what’s happening to it, just that it needs its Master to fuck it silly, and it’s terrified because it doesn’t know why!!!!!!

And ohhhh my fucking GOD temporarily taking away his pet’s senses as punishment???? A TEAR DOWN MY THIGH GHOSTIIE

Forcing his poor pet to spend a week without sight as punishment for disobedience… taking away its sense of smell/taste and forcing it to eat things it hates, saying it shouldn’t bother it like this… and as punishment for an escape attempt, maybe he takes all of its senses save touch away from it for a day or so. Leaving it completely and utterly dependent on its Master to remind it of its place!!! Watching it twitch and tremble on the bed as it tries to figure out how to move without hurting itself on something it can’t see or hear!!!!! Its moans and whimpers are so much more primal too, now that it can’t even hear itself!!!!! And by the end of the sensory deprivation, all it can do is curl up in Wesker’s arms, shell shocked and sobbing as it gets used to having its senses back :(((((((

YESSS pets first heat was so scary:((( it was trembling, wondering why it was so slick and worked up one morning after waking up, rubbing itself on one of the pillows while thinking of its master because it knows only his touch now :((

when wesker comes in he wants to get mad but when his pet immediately begs him to fuck it he just cant be mad!! he smiles so happily and gets it out of the cage, fucking it silly until it's nothing but a drooling mess :((

and the thought of taking its senses away is driving me so utterly wild. poor dumb pet stumbling around and crying softly while wesker occasionally touches it to make it flinch and cry out, primal noises escaping it as wesker pins it down, not knowing what's happening, just knowing how good it feels and how scary it is :((

once they have it back hes so sweet though, cradling it and even letting it sleep in his bed for the night because obviously the poor little darling needs the touch!! :((

[nekrosdolly]

Now the question is if cat hybrids can interbreed with humans? Cause owner Wesker fucking cat hybrid reader cause she was in heat and wants kittens. Or cat hybrid Wesker fucking his owner to have kittens is pretty hot either way

hybrids had to be created somehow! jk, they were probably developed in a lab. i doubt kitty wesker would really say no to breeding his owner, and same with you being his pet. he can't really say no to you, especially if you're offering. kitty wesker won't make his heat painfully obvious, you have to pick up on it and good luck with that. but should you, and you offer, he's not stopping until you both pass out.

[vinodiriso]

Adrian “Prototip”‘s sheet.

BACKGROUND --- TIMELINE.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME Adrian Mihai Lupei. NICKNAME(S) Lup-ul. ALIAS(ES) Prototip. TITLE None. OCCUPATION Sniper for the Romanian-Moldovan Fourth Anti-Omnic Regiment (Românesc și Moldovenesc Anti-Omnic A Patra Regiment) [formerly], soldier of fortune. AGE 44. DATE OF BIRTH November 15th. NATIONALITY Romanian. ORIENTATION Pansexual. GENDER & PRONOUNS Cis male, he. RELIGION Eastern Orthodox Church.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM  Jake Muller / Wesker from Resident Evil 6. HEIGHT 190 cm / 6'3 ft WEIGHT 80 kg / 176 lb EYE COLOUR Blue, a pale, fair hue. His eyes are small, oblong, mildly sunken in the slim face. The thick eyelashes and eyebrows give a more expressive about to him, where the colour and the shape of his eyes alone could come off as pretty intimidating. HAIR COLOUR + STYLE Copper red, shaved short. A remembrance of when he was a soldier... "and Beznă's guinea pig". DOMINANT HAND Right-handed. After the experimentation, he has become confident in carrying out most tasks using his non-dominant hand as well. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES A scar crossing his left cheek, it reaches the base of his jaw. ACCENT + INTENSITY He does have an accent, but it will not sound so to the ear of any people that don't speak Romanian. TATTOO(S) On his left wrist: Prototip AE92890. He was marked so during his detention time at Beznă's research centre in Siberia. SCAR(S) See above. He has minor scars and marks all over his body, given the life he has conducted first as a gamin, second as a soldier and then as a mercenary. PIERCING(S) None. GLASSES None.

PERSONALITY INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE ESTJ. MORAL ALIGNMENT Chaotic Good - Chaotic Neutral. ANGER Prototip is a straight-in-your-face kind of person, so making him angry is more likely than not going to gain you a punch from a genetically-engineered, hot-headed Romanian. Obviously, anger is a broad word: personal threats, misjudgement of his abilities, payment refusal and whatever concerns his personal life is going to get him angry enough to unleash violently. APPROACHABILITY Prototip is not that bad of a guy: yes, he is snarky; yes, he is sassy; yes, he will gently bully you at times; but he is one that people generally don't mind cracking an open one with. INTELLIGENCE TYPE Natural intelligence. IQ~ 85 before Beznă's experiments. 217 after Beznă. DETERIORATION Desire to be valuable (chasing after success). NEURODIVERGENCE(S) PTSD. AT RISK None known.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

HOMETOWN Alba Iulia, Transylvania, Romania. BASE OF OPERATIONS Bucharest, Romania. LANGUAGE(S) Romanian, Polish, Ukrainian, Russian, Czech, French, German, English, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, Swedish, Hindi, Cantonese Chinese... and probably some other more he can't recall right now. SOCIAL CLASS Low. LEVEL OF EDUCATION Sufficiently educated. He went to school until 2nd year of high school. PARENT #1 Unknown to him. His father's name is Dan Diacunescu. PARENT #2 Oana Lupei, deceased. SIBLING(S) None to his knowledge. His father has 3 other children: Corneliu Diacunescu, Dragoş Diacunescu and Elena Diacunescu. PET(S) None. PRISON TIME? Criminal prison, a total of 2 years. Beznă detainment was 4 years long.

VICES + HABITS

SMOKES? No. DRINKS? Yes. Prototip is an indulgent drinker with a taste for vodka. DRUGS? Yes, but he won't talk about it. It was a thing of his past, a thing he would not go through anymore. VIOLENT? Usually, when not on the battlefield, not. See above. ADDICTION(S)? Alcohol, adrenaline rushes, money (and consequently, working), battlefield. SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? Even if he tried, it would be hard to destroy his self: he has been genetically modified to be more resistant than most to pain, hunger and fatigue. Jokes aside, Prototip respects himself enough not to actively seek out troubling situations. Yes, he indulges in drinking, yes, he has sniffed his fair dose of candy when he was younger, but he strays away from most other destructive activities. HABIT(S) Night owl and early bird at the same time (his body needs only am average of 4 hours of sleep a night), taking a stroll around the streets he knows work is needed, mooching a breakfast from old lady Flora, checking job offers with his squealers. HOBBIES Music, dancing, watching sports, playing basketball. LIKES Aside for anything stated above, Prototip also likes reading classics (it is a display of culture he has always been kept away from given his background and his social condition) and driving motorcycles; he is a proud owner of a Honda Rune that he won't trade for anything good on this earth. DISLIKES Liars, cheaters, unfair people, people that go back on their promises, bad parents, adults violence on children. TIC(S) Neck and knuckles cracking. OBSESSION(S) Knowing what happened the time he spent in Siberia with Beznă agents. COMPULSION(S) Money, financial security, is his biggest compulsion. For Prototip, money buys everything one might possibly need. A life without money is not a life. The fact that he doesn't dislike spending money only aggravates his condition towards richness.

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

HOGWARTS HOUSE Gryffindor. ARCHETYPE The Dreamer. ZODIAC Scorpio. VICE Greed. VIRTUE Courage. ELEMENT Fire. ANIMAL Wolf.

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Just a note, some of these asks are literally from MONTHS ago and I’m fucking TRASH and just left it for too long, I’m so sorry.

Anonymous said:

Do you plan to write any imagines for Fire Emblem? Cause i know some people there that i would love to smooch their lil face

I don’t have any plans, but I never have any plan for what I write to be honest/ FE muses might come outta no where and suddenly there’s a fic, so... YAH. If it happens, look forward to it? Hahah!

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Do you play Final Fantasy XIV? :) You can get a cactuar vanity pet that follows you around, and does a twirly twirl. <3

I do play FF14! I’ve actually been on a decent hiatus, but I’ll be back for SB. I’m on Tonberry if anyone is curious <3 I know of the Cactuar pet, but I don’t have it! I guess I’ll have to go looking :3 <3

★★★★★

seirensou said:

Can you make a sequel for the University AU Jack :3 i think he deserve a "series'" like Gabe~

Hahah yass Jack anything tbh. I love Jack Morrison so much AND I DON’T KNOW WHY LIKE WHY THIS VANILLA SUPER SOLDIER TROPE WHAT IS IT LIKE ?????

anyway yes I have to get back to Uni AU, but I’m pretty sure I promised Amalie/Widowmaker first! But I’m always down for Jack anything, just so you know.

★★★★★

zanthiasplace said:

Hello, I'm your waifu. I follow you since god knows where, and I will ALWAYS do, till the the end of times. So prepare yourself to be bombarded with more stuff to fill your fics and mind, because if I go down, you will come with me MUAHAHA

I love you so much Z, like you have no idea. I love when you message me here, or like my stuff on any of my blogs or message my on Facebook like fifhdishfiudhs <3 You’re such a big part of my life. I’m really gonna have to work hard to visit you because ilu so much and we HAVE to meet for realsies xoxox

★★★★★

il-legible said:

Ack- I sent you my message of admiration BEFORE you invited us to introduce ourselves and say hi and now I wanna do it formally. Hi! I'm Rain! I'm pan, Vietnamese, Scorpio, love love love horror movies, bunnies, your writing, comics, and video games. I speak 4 languages, I just want to make more friends. Oh. I live in Canada. YEAH. HI. AGAIN. 

Hello darling!! I’m pretty sure it’s been mentioned before, but I’m viet too! Yasss. I mean I don’t speak a lick of the language (I speak teochew, its what my parents taught me instead of viet for some reason), but YEAH. 

I love a lot of the things you do an dI also want to make more friends. I’m actually really bad at it, but I’m doing my best. ;w; <3

Love ya Rain xoxo

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Please O great KC Jaal please or some turians please 

I WILL HAVE TO WRITE TO JAAL, EVFRA AND TIRAN KANDROS AAA. Alien baes forever. But omg Kandro you poor babe working so haaard aaaaa

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Just wanted to say thanks. You had me laughing 'til my stomach hurt and your reader-inserts keep me alive during the day. So please whatever you do to be this awesome keep it up!

Aww I’m glad I could make you laugh! I’m not sure if my humor ever comes through because people don’t generally laugh around me/I’m not known for being funny, so it makes me happy to hear you like funny stuff that’s being written.

Or you could just be laughing at my writing, which tbh is also okay long as you’re enjoying yourself I guess lol <3 lol

Love you anon! xxoxo

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

speaking of dark haired characters wearing red and black, do you have any interest in Persona 5/the persona series in general? *u*

I have only just started P5 and then I haven’t had the time or energy to play it. Like Persona is one of those games where you have to SIT and SET ASIDE time to play it so you can take it all in. Its very hard for me to find time to do that nowadays, but I want to continue playing it AAAA.

Ryuji is my fave so far tho. Kill me, I’m weak for those kinds of boisterous, well-meaning rebels. I’m probably just old.

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

More genji plz my yummy boi 

Don’t worry! I’ll write more Genji even if I don’t want to cause I hate to admit it, but he’s my strongest OW muse. He’s super easy to write for.

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Omg KC you are gorgeous x 1048392847!!! Like I wish I could pull of lipstick the way you do and your fashion sense is super on point! That stupid skirt can cash me ousside. You are goddess and deserving of everything and anyone who disagrees can fight me lol 

Oh you can totally pull off lipstick like I do; just put it on lol. And while I’d love to think I have good fashion sense, it’s actually cause I tried a brand ONCE and found out their clothes are exactly my style and their sizes fit me pretty perfectly, so I pretty much only buy that brand. Kitten D’Amour. The downside is... I HAVE LIKE NO CASUAL CLOTHES NOW. I’M OVERDRESSED FOR EVERYTHING. ALSO THESE CLOTHES ARE SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE why am like this

I love you very much anon, YOU are the deity, not I~ and you very much deserve everything <3 xoxoxox

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

I follow for Overwatch (I couldn't even tell you how long ago rip) but, even after I unfollowed a lot of Overwatch blogs, I mainly kept following you bc your writing is amazing!

Oh sweetie, I don’t even know if you’re still with me, but that’s so sweet! Even if you’ve unfollowed me anon, it’s okay. There’s always a chance we’ll meet again in the future. I’m sure the other blog owners feel exactly the same way.

Following and unfollowing blogs is part of this website and just because you’ve unfollowed doesn’t mean you can’t follow again in the future if the blog ever shifts back into your interests. 

Just so everyone who reads this knows, if you feel like unfollowing, you absolutely can of course and I wish you all the best. <3

Love you, anon! xoxox I always will

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Listen if you write a n y t h i n g for RE I am here for it (cough Leon, Chris, and/or Wesker cough)

I’ve never known the draw of Wesker, but oh my gosh, Leon and Chris. I’ve always looked for reader-inserts for them and could never find any, so I might actually have to start writing for them. Leon tho hhhhhhhhhh. Chris hold me in your big strong arms plsssssssss

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

That thing about lacking inserts? I struggle for anything for Watchdogs, Destiny and Pokemon! Specific characters? There is a severe lack of anything decent for Guzma, Defalt or Cayde, I would write them but I cant write very well.

I haven’t written for Pokemon yet, but I have done a couple Cayde things now (and probably more in the future) and I’ve done WD2 stuff, but not WD unfortunately since I couldn’t finish the game (couldn’t get into it :( ). I’ll have to revisit WD maybe, because it seems there are a few characters people really liked in WD.

Regarding your writing, I bet you write just fine. If you don’t keep writing, you’ll never improve either, so if you want to write some stuff, even just for yourself, you should really do it!! <3 I believe in you~

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

your writings are so wonderful they make me wanna cry ;w; (in a good way tho) 

Aww honey!! You’re the sweetest. Thank you so much for letting me know you like my writing. It alwas baffles me, but it makes me smile!! I’m sorry for making you though ARGH!! But so you know, sometimes I cry when I write stuff lmao IF I’M NOT FEELIN IT I CAN’T WRITE IT I GUESS

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

You're stuck in the Fire Emblem hell too? OMG YES! COME OVER HERE! *runs to you but trips over a lobster(Ryoma) and never gets up*

I’m always in Fire Emblem hell tho and I married Ryoma as soon as I could ngl. I love my royal lobster husband.

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Please write more CaydexReader fics because there are none really in existence and the one you wrote was not enough on its own to satisfy the beast that is my fanfic hunger.

I’m sure there are some, but I’m happy to write more!! I don’t know too much about Cayde-6 though, so I’m very cautious. I’m never sure if I get his character right and it’s so important to me that I do, otherwise it feels like a mockery of a character the fans love :(

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Ok I just say I just found your Delsin fic and oohhhh my goddd I love itttt thank you for writing it it's so good

AAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE DELSIN ROWE OKAY I have to write more for him sometime in the future I hate it so much he actually makes me a weak giggly mess its WEIRD I DUNNO WHY I can’t actually think of another character that does that WHAT THE FUCK DELSIN

★★★★★

lombax-lombardi said:

Speaking of Fire Emblem Radiant Dawn and how fabulous everyone looks it also makes them look very illegal. Like hello you can't be this pretty, this is wrong and illegal stop toying with me. But they will never stop toying with your emotions. gdi pretty boys in Fire Emblem how DARE

This is an accurate summary of how a majority of FE fans feel, I think!! When I was playing through FE Awakening and Fates I was like “I wanna marry them, NO THEM, Wait nO THERES MORE THAT ONE MAYBE? Okay no I’ll go baCK WHO IS THIS THO”

hhhhh.... the introduction of the avatar system was a blessing and curse.

★★★★★

doublerainebow said:

Please take your time in writing! I realize how hard it is to have the creativity flowing as a writer myself 😭😭 Just being able to talk to you is fine with me anyways!

Thank you, my love!! When I’m stressed my usual creatively is pretty much murdered. I’ve been in a major slump in basically everything in my life recently, but I’m actually tired of that mentality now. I’m gonna work hard to make some minor adjustments until I feel like I’m back on track again.

I love talking to you guys, I do. Thank you so much for your messages xoxox <3

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

I loooove Auriel and Brightwing. I'm a support main, though, so I love all of them. 👽💚

Aaa I love Auriel!! Brightwing is honestly the spirit animal we should all have. We should all be happy with things like rainbows and love and thE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES you know?

I play Zagara and Lt. Morales mostly! I can also play a few other supports and a couple of tanks, but I suck ass at assassins like fml.

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Man I was going through your blog and I like all the stuff you write and I'd be totally down for some Fire Emblem stuff because 1. The older games need some love and 2. Tibarn nuff said and I am GLAD you enjoyed GotG2 so good.

Yess there is a serious lack of older FE fics. Some characters are just so amazing. If only there was a remake with the avatar system sO WE CAN ROMANCE THEM QQ.

★★★★★

yoshikuno said:

i love your dmc headcanons!! it give me inspiration for and a fic XDD. sorry for the bad english n_nU 

Your english is fine, darling! And I’m glad you liked the headcanons. I need to write some DmC reboot stuff though, just to even things out with the original crew haha.

Have fun writing the fic, I’m sure it’s amazing! <3

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

The cayde-6 x reader was perfect! Could you write more soon? :D 

Anonymous said:

i loved your Cayde-6 imagine! There's never enough Destiny fiction so I was wondering if you know of any other Destiny writing blogs?

Thanks for the love on the Cayde-6 imagine guys!! I’ve been concerned with how I write him because I haven’t played Destiny much :( I’ll be getting on Destiny 2, it seems, once it’s out on PC :)

I don’t actually know of any Destiny writing blogs, but if anyone reads this and knows of other blogs, send me a message or reply to this post!!

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Is it bad that while reading the beginning of your latest Blackwatch agent fic "Fly", I thought of the Art of Slay series? lol Keep up the cool work, KC! 

YESSS it does start very similarly cause you’re cursing your fellow comrades out for putting you in a compromising position. In ‘Fly’ it’s a lot less sexy, but hey, you beat everyone up with a shoe and I feel like that makes up for it lmao <3

★★★★★

Anonymous said:

Take your time, KC! Life is more important. I hope things start looking up for you. 👽💚

Anonymous said:

We love you, KC! Hope you find peace and relief from the stress! 💖

Anonymous said:

it's totally ok that you don't want to write !! seriously no pressure, dude. we all love you and I hope you get through what you're going through. :)

latinxshepard said:

KC!!! plese try to take care of the issues first!!! we need you to be well and good so you can provide us your magnificent presence!!! take your time and just keep rebloging for a while if thats better to you!!! that everything get better soon!!!

Thanks for the love, guys. It’s been rough as fucking fuck. I can’t go through everything because so much happened over the past like month or so (it feels like longer than that) that I would be writing a novel if I had to explain it. 

The short of it is that everything came down on me at once, personal/family life, social life, work life and some things that happened in the past that won’t stay dead. They struck all at once and I’m pretty much dead inside.

BUT I’m tired of feeling this way, so I’m gonna try and make some minor quality of life changes and just try and get over it. It’ll take time though, as these things do.

Thanks for being so patient with me and for staying with this blog even though I haven’t been able to give you quality content for a long time. You don’t understand how much that means to me, on top of all the amazing messages of support I’ve been receiving. You’re all beautiful people that make life all the more brighter. xoxoxox

★★★★★

queen-lluvia said to luvleekaotix-imagines:

How are you doing?😉

I’m trudging along!!! Did you see the Red Hood Injustice 2 gameplay trailer tho. Ohhhhhh Jason wrecks face and for some reason it’s so attractive. I’m a broken human being aaa

[gothghostiie]

Snuggle time with Owner!Wesker after being the goodest girl...

despite being so mean and rude all the time he can be so so sweet sometimes. you've been so good all day, so obedient following all his orders and not once complaining:((

hes so proud and happy, cradling you in his arms while petting your head and kissing you all over your sweet face while cooing at you and softly whispering sweet sweet praises that you're so desperate for:((

[gothghostiie]

Current fantasy: Reader escapes Wesker somehow, and runs as fast and as far as they can. They make it to a safe place to spend the night, maybe a motel or something. They’re too keyed up to rest for a while, but eventually they doze off, finally feeling somewhat safe and incredibly exhilarated from their escape.

They close their eyes and dream deep. They don’t wake up for hours, but when they do, they can’t move. They panic, and realize they’re tied up in a familiar cage, with their unimpressed owner standing over them.

cw: kidnapping, bit of gaslighting, implied long term bondage

Poor thing, you thought you were finally safe and able to rest. but you're not, you never are. he'll always find you, pet. you're lucky he found you, and not some other horrible person! now you're back in your cage, tied up so you can't move as he stares down at you, shaking his head in disappointment.

"finally awake, are you? such a deep sleeper." his voice doesn't even sound angry, almost amused at your antics. "you didn't really think you could run, did you?" the way he says this is almost teasing before crouching down and sighing, patting your head. you want to pull away but thr binds even prevent that. "it's so dangerous out there pet. you're too dumb to take care of yourself, that's why you need to stay with me. I take such good care of you.. and yet you run." he sighs, standing up straight.

"I'll have to punish you. you should think about what you did until I know just what to do with you."