#re1 wesker Tumblr posts

[destinationtrekk]

I want a long explanation of Albert's mental state after re5, you know....ummm, I mean, how much does his behavior and actions change? How will he feel about himself? Will he suffer from depression or such disorders? How will be his relationship with the reader?

I hope I didn't bother you ❤️❤️

awh, asks are never a bother!! wi will say I think @nshtn is much better at describing wesker's psyche than me, but my version of post re5!wesker (i call him uroboros!wesker) is different than theirs.

also holy shit this is 1200 words, i don't know what happened

i think immediately after re5, there's no change. physiclly, he's incredibly weak and in near-constant pain as uroboros heals him. you dote on him religiously, desperate to keep him alive as well, and this is what begins his mental shift. it does take a few months, but he slowly comes to realize how much he needs you past his surface level sexual desire and trust in you as a "lackey" basically

not that he never felt affection for you, but he certainly labelled it as something superficial - what one would feel for a pet, perhaps. now that he has nothing to do except sit around and feel sorry for himself and struggle with his feelings toward his own virus in his body, he feelings for you morph quite a bit.

but first, his self-perception. after spending his life comparing himself and those around him to Spencer, he had a serious ego problem and god-complex. he literally calls himself a god in re5, and gods don't lose the game - except he did. i think wesker sees the world as pretty black and white. you're either an asset or an enemy, worthy or a waste, and the only time in his life when this mindset fractured was in stars.

he saw many, many people as an officer who made genuine mistakes that put them in awful situations - criminals who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and victims who just wanted a way out. he finally had a glimpse of humanity's reality, that regular people had to fight to survive like he did, except they get to be happy when they survive something. he never had that. it was survive or fail, and you don't get to be happy about it when your only other option is to die. i think marcus' death absolutely had to do something to his psyche as well, definitely as a motivator to 'stay on the path paved for you, and be obedient, or bad things will happen."

so in stars he feels conflicted emotions about the reality of his childhood, but they're temporary and quickly get repressed again as his life goes on. they resurface post-re5 because he sees how you interact with others, and he really has nothing else to do except to think about it.

this obsession with analyzing his own upbringing couples rather poorly with his feelings for you, now fully fledged as romantic and devoted. of course, he refuses to say anything. he now believes that he's worthless, a failure, and his life's work has been utterly destroyed. wesker is the kind of person who needs a goal and clear objectives, and without them he feels like he'll drown in his own thoughts. which is exactly what he's doing!

you notice his odd behavior immediately, from the way he refuses compliments that used to make him cocky, and how he rarely (if ever) asks you for anything. you were basically his assistant before, and now he apologizes for even having a harsh tone with you. he can't fathom how you care so deeply for a failure like him, and why you aren't using helping to save his life against him. because that's what people do, right? they take and give and everything has to be a favor that helps you climb to the top.

well, you never actually cared about him being on the top, so you take it upon yourself to confess first. surely he's always known how you felt about him, smirking at your blushing reactions and lusty stares, but he reacts bad when you finally tell him. he thinks this is how you're making him repay for saving his life, by humiliating and debasing him for his romantic attachment to you.

this is a shock to you, because you thought he was moping out of self-pity, not a midlife, self-exploratory bout of depression. it hurts both of your feelings - he thinks you've played him by being kind for something in return, and you're heartbroken that the man you love doesn't trust you anymore.

it takes a while for him to come around. you double down on your affection and explanations, trying to dismantle his fragile mindset piece by piece. he's resistant, somehow convincing himself that he's trapped in some sick mind game that you're manipulating, because he's too thick to just give in. he doesn't know how to accept love or, frankly, get the fuck over himself. yes, he failed. yes, his life's work is kind of ruined. but he has a new lease on life, if he would just accept it.

what finally pulls him out of this spiral is a kiss. you've been pleading with him for days, trying to get him to just talk to you and work this out, because you can't keep living in this emotional hell. he's snippy and rude and exhausted, because he feels the same. he can't bear to be around you anymore, so he tells you to leave him the hell alone. you're in his new office, having switched safe houses a few times until you could finally settle, and this most recent, permanent move is why you've been so upset.

why does he think you're sticking around? he still has access to nearly all of his resources, if he really wanted you gone he could leave without telling you. he's well healed now, except for a few things he'll likely deal with forever, but he's keeping you around. he knows he can't let go of you, but he's still so resistant to everything you're offering.

he's standing hunched over his desk, hands white-knuckling the dark mahogany, broad shoulders and back facing you so he can hide him expression from you. his voice is strained, like he's barely holding himself together while you're openly crying. this is unbearable, but you comply with his wishes.

your last move is to walk closer, your hand lightly settling on his elbow while you press your forehead to his bicep, seeking any tiny sliver of comfort you can find in him. you leave a gentle kiss on his arm, as well as a wet patch of your tears, before you walk away, silent except the heartbreaking sound of your sniffling.

this shatters him. he spends the rest of the day destroying himself, but he vows it's the last time he'll wallow in misery. it takes time, but he slowly begins to open up to you, admitting to his poor mental health and struggles with finding purpose. how he can't fathom your love for him, but he can't fight his own attachment to you either. he cries when you kiss his lips for the first time, but he fails to hide his smile when you pull away.

later in life, years after the devastation that was Kijuju, he's a different man. he's still a little flighty and calculating, but he's fast to comfort and reassure you, expressing himself freely and communicating instead of lashing out or pushing you away. you both still work on...well, everything. your lives have been tragic and painful, especially his own, but he's never felt so secure as he does with you. he truly loves you, and he'll do anything he can to keep himself from ever hurting you again.

[notthecodbrad]

SARDINE

@kjr0313

[th-xeno]

Inktober Day 6 - Trek

the last trek for many of you -- welcome

[fangphobia]

POV, you're being arrested. :)

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Ran a poll over on twitter to see what era of Wesker people wanted me to draw next, and they decided on Umbrella/STARS so I went with STARS.

⭐️ Catch me over there if you wanna have an input on polls in the future!⭐️

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[ DON'T RE-UPLOAD MY ART ]

[theyrejustfictional]

Albert Wesker’s hands;

requested by @megangovier 🫶

[alexrainbow]

"I love all my S.T.A.R.S. equally"

[d3ratizator]

RE:1

(watermark from instagram @httpsixty ...)

[stephans-pots]

He’s all that’s been on my mind istg

[biohazardmist]

Chibi sketch of Chris and Wesker!

[spooked-skull-studios]

I have become obsessed with drawing Albert Wormsker

Dingus

[leon-kennedys-boytoy]

[destinationtrekk]

has anyone suggested... vamp!reader x wesker...

perchance

this is...delectable.

I like to imagine it isn't all the supernatural - maybe reader works the night shift for RPD because...well duh. you and wesker have a ~flirtationship~ because you only ever see each other when coming and going from your opposite shifts.

you also ocassionally see each other when you get called onto the same crime scenes. one day wesker gets called in at like 3am to a body found in the woods, and you're already there with your team. you have your typical "hi captain..." flirty smile on and wesker smirks, wishing he was back at the office so you had some peace to actually catch up, until the murderer actually runs through the crime scene

the dogs haven't arrived yet, and half the officers are so shocked that he was hiding in plain sight that it's just you who takes off after him, followed closely by wesker.

wesker is surprised to find that even his superior physique has trouble keeping up with you. he loses you within a few minutes, and it's just the sound of a gunshot and scream that alerts him to your location.

what he stumbles upon is...concerning, to say the least. you're crouched over a body, blood running like a river from a gunshot wound on your thigh, but at the crunch of a leaf under his foot you turn to face wesker

your mouth is dripping blood, fangs practically shining in the moonlight of the clearing, and beneath you is...the murderer- throat ripped clean out. neither of you panic, though he can tell your energy is quickly dissipating from the pain of your injury. you're surprised and slightly... pleased to see that wesker isn't freaking out, trying to kill you himself or even asking questions.

he simply kneels next to you and starts wiping the blood off your face, a disgusted expression on his own. he smears the blood from his hands onto the culprit's shirt, and a little onto his own uniform. you can hear other officers approaching in the distance, dogs barking and snarling, and wesker leans in close with a deathly serious expression on his face.

"he was injured during his attack, which is why he stuck around the crime scene. he shot you during the chase, and we tried to keep him alive long enough to take him to the hospital, but he bled out during our efforts. you're in shock," his eyes bore into yours. "you're in shock, right?"

it takes you a moment to clear your head from pain and the blood frenzy of a fresh feeding, but you quickly retract your fangs and nod. "yes, captain, I'm in shock."

he seems to have a hint of a proud smile, but before he can respond the dogs appear from the trees, followed closely by their handlers and carious officers. wesker stands up and begins to explain, throwing orders around for forensics and medics and many things you don't hear, because... holy shit. you owe this man your life, for covering you and not killing you on sight.

you're going to have a lot to talk about tomorrow.

[weskersbestboytoy]

Okay I lied one more thing

[th-xeno]

Inktober Day 17 - Journal

what an interesting issue of the medical journal isn't it captain?

[dm-doodles]

I wanted to draw something cute like S.T.A.R.S

[cocomeshosho]

you chrisker fans will eat good on Halloween. here's a wip