#the survivors: what the fuck is going on

[lotus-pear]

i love you royal trio (minus akechi)

[rocketbirdie]

just move on already.

[pathoscleaved]

THE SKELETON'S WIT STRIKES WESKER - IF THEY MANAGED TO STOP FIGHTING, PERHAPS, IN A STRANGE TWIST OF FATE, OR DUE TO THE ENTITY'S BLESSINGS, THEY COULD BE FRIENDS. But perhaps is a strong word here. Very strong.

"I claim no falsehood. I am a god," he says, tone even, mouth betraying a grimace. Being challenged on what he views as his birthright, the one Spencer manufactured... irks him to no end. He wonders if he can rip the Ashen Lord's leg out from under them. If the other would stumble or fall.

"What respect do you speak of? You show me none. This is reciprocal. You decide not to speak to me civilly. I will not do the same."

Wesker flips the knife into a guarding position, blade sticking outwards and up towards the tall figure. Memories of other almost-deaths spike in his mind, and another thought races by: is it possible for Killers to kill other Killers? Is he in actual danger, or is he, by the might of the dark mistress, the Entity, safe?

And though Albert appears to be just of the flesh, he is not human, and grows less human by the day due to his symbiosis with Uroboros. Nearly all of his cells have been replaced by the virus. . .

"I appeared in your corner of the Realm," Wesker huffs, "and I am no blight to the sea. I enjoy the sea! I own a yacht. The sea is my home."

His collection of ships could be compared to a small fleet.

"I know I hunt survivors - the ones that run. The pigs we slaughter? We hook them, do we not? Same. Side."

But then everything goes to hell - maybe literally, with all of the fire - when the skellie lays down the challenge. It is the exact same as an iron gauntlet.

The Ashen Lord's foothold is stable, stable enough that Wesk feels the quiver from Uroboros that danger is coming, and he knows he can't shake the skeleton's posture. The heat is blistering, and he narrowly avoids the white flame. He manages to roll backwards, knife pointed away from him as he moves. The tyrant stands when he is at a safe distance, and suddenly, his knife is placed back in its holster and velcroed back.

"You say fleshie as if you use slurs."

The Mastermind grins a little, and more writhing tendrils start to seep through his clothes. From an outside perspective, it is hard to see if the black goo is making up his clothes, or if he is formed of it entirely.

"I am not made of flesh," he states a moment later, as the virus wraps and slithers around him in a coil, building him to a taller build and height. Uroboros may be weak to fire, but perhaps . . . this fight could cause the resistance?

A fight for evolution.

"I am all-consuming."

A wave of black tendrils surge forth.

     A god? Oh how amusing to hear somebody call themselves such a thing! A pitiful title amongst the living when they only believe in their chosen one or all false idols waiting to be torn down into pieces. Humor dances in their tone this time -- although their ever grim visage could never shift to show off the grin that would be spreading their mouth, “ You can claim whatever divine presence you want, but it means little in the way of respect. ” A little ironic since they had demanded respect moments prior -- but alas, there is a difference between claiming as a lord rather than a god, “ All I see is a pitiful little soul still bound by the weakness of flesh ; boasting divinity when gods are mere stories, images made to manipulate the weak. ”      The Warden does recognize the movements, used to make one harder to hit -- to evade what towers over them. Smaller the posture, the harder it is to hit with precise strikes. Oh, how it reminds them of the days they had their own burden of flesh.      Although, to avoid a stream of searing fire summoned from the skull would be difficult. If they had the intention of burning the other to ash in an instant. Pity their full strength has been barred away by that creature.      When the fire ceases, they let out just one last puff of embers -- the color drained as it comes out in pure white. How the threat of burning alive seems to change the tone of even one who claims to be above the rest of the riff raff of fleshie weaklings.      “ The same side? ” A low laugh, “ What makes you think I would be aligned with you? My master has spoken of no alliances nor do we humour such blights upon the Sea. ” Even if this one is another Killer as those insects have called them, lest their master has said such a simile as an alliance has been formed, they are all unwelcome to the Fortress.      Tone shifts, from the laugh into a growl as the tendrils wrap around their leg. Strange on the sensation, not quite like what they have dealt with in the past. . . fire always does the trick, however, “ Give me a real fight, I've been craving to tear limb from limb a little fleshie since this wretched place came about! ” The foot is planted firmly in the ground, using the weight of the bones and crystals to keep themself in place as well as possible. Then, another breath of fire, this one spewing out as the white the embers had been before.

[skrunksthatwunk]

this show is melting my fucking organs

[sforzesco]

Crassus, Caelius, Cicero, Catiline, Conspiracy

boy howdy these four sure are something. not featured in this soup of C names, Caesar! what on earth happened here.

Plutarch, Crassus

Sallust on Crassus, Ronald Syme

Patron and Client, Father and Son in Cicero's "Pro Caelio"

Crassus' New Friends and Pompey's Return, Eve J. Parrish

Catullus and His World, T.P. Wiseman

Cicero's Catilinarians, D.H. Berry

[wingedqueenlynx]

Hmmm yes.~ Symbolic Arkham Survivor drawing :]c

What could this possibly mean? 🤔🤫😁✨️💚

This took so feckin long to do oh my lord..... first mistake was have so many characters lol

[joanofexys]

if people start spinning the sex-repulsed, traumatized by sex so couldn't possibly enjoy sex view with Jean Moreau I will be coming after them with knives because have you morons not learned a single fucking lesson about infantilizing SA survivors

[momentomori24]

Someone on twitter said it best: The title should actually be "How NOT to show support for SA victims that don't fit your desired demographic."

"His character is reinforcing negative gay stereotypes" and it's a hypersexual gay man who died in the 30s struggling with addiction and drug abuse to get through his life of exploitation, repression, trafficking and ipv doused with fake glitter and glam so no one can see beneath the cracked surface of his tortured soul.

"I don't think I've ever come across a character so poorly represented yet so greatly praised by the general audience" Because Angel isn't "representation", but an actual character with his own unique struggles and issues and responses that thousands of people (inclusing myself) can deeply relate to and if not "relate" then sympathise with. He isn't "SA rep". He isn't "Gay rep". He's Angel Dust. He's a person, and a broken one at that. If you don't relate to him the way so, so many others do, then maybe it's not for you. I already hate you 💀

[spaceratprodigy]

(palette challenge) PINK LEMONADE OR WATERMELON FOR DELIRIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️

@oldworldwidgets — [ palette prompts ]

WATERMELON LEMONADE DELIRIS 💖💚

[dykedvonte]

Butcher Pete is a crazy song in universe cause what do you mean one of the 20 songs we have to listen to is a two-parter about a guy who town hops and fucks every viable and willing woman in town so well that women anticipate his appearance?

Like respect to Butcher Pete but crazy that he and the sole survivor are on the same grind set.

[ruvviks]

"The outer reaches of space remain unexplored by humankind to this day, but its greed is relentless. We grasp and yearn and hunger for knowledge— answers to questions we cry out into the endless void expecting to understand, expecting the stars to respond. The stars will not, but one day something else will— and we will not like what it has to say." — Rome Solomon, Beyond the Exosphere (1965)

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[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about superheroes unfortunately

[obstinatecondolement]

Just happened to see a post about the antiziganist g-slur that was honestly deeply dismissive of the idea that Irish travellers even experience discrimination at all and like. Some people really aren't Irish, huh?

[forcedhesitation]

dead by daylight-- the game where you can play as steve harrington from stranger things, and can get sent to partake in a match of murder hide and seek at midwich elementary from silent hill, where you can then use a lute to perform bardic inspiration from dungeons and dragons to give a bonus to your teammates, except for the one who is being chased by nemesis from resident evil 3.

[soap-is-an-artist]

Hooray... it's 7 in the morning and I stayed up all night listening to the imperium... I feel so happy and satisfied with my life choices...

I am feeling very much not cowabunga, dude

[SEVERE rambling in tags]

[dreamlogic]

aye can i get a fuckin uuuhhhh

break. on my burger