#there's a chance he'll get stabbed in the new movie but you never know

[dollivication]

Hihiiiii, this is gonna be long, i've got a rant AND an idea thingy. i've mentioned before not bein into anyone other than Wesker in Resident Evil buuuut I just watched Resident Evil: Vendetta and I GET THE HYPE, I ADMIT, I GET IT. LEON'S MODEL IS SO FINE. I'm guilty to say seeing him in the movie and the old games vs in RE2+4 Remake, I prefer this design. He's more rugged? LAIK I KNOW HE STARTS OFF AS A ROOKIE BUUUT THEY COULDA KEPT HIS LOOK I saw people speaking about the newer design for his character saying they gave him the 'dumbass pretty boy' look cuz it makes more sense for him as a rookie cop in 2 but man.... Rookies can look like anything so if that were the case for the change....eeeeeh.... Also unpopular opinion, I also prefer Louis' old design. I'M SORRY, HE DOES GIVE OFF THE CREEPY UNCLE VIBE IN THE REMAKES MODEL. ANYWAY, I hope you're doing well today, staying hydrated and fed! Gotta look after yourself above all else. To make this less of a rant, I shall be the first (I think) to make a Wesker scenario/idea thingy. Wesker is all about himself, right? It's a part I surprisingly love about him. BUT LAIK, if he deems you special enough to make you his 'pet', just know he's NEVER letting you leave him. He knows all, where you go, who you talk to, what you're doing, etc. And if you even think of trying to contact anyone (perhaps a certain STARS agent...) you can find yourself tied up by his Uroboros tentacles and used for hours until he's done with work and uses you himself. He's superior, he tells you that, and he'll fill you up with his cum, talk about giving you a 'purpose' , laik breeding you to have his obviously 'superior, god-like children' OOP- He's a feckin menace, I can imagine if you go to get help in person (he has eyes on you at all times, so ofc you can roam around but not for long if you keep creep round some rookie or CHRIS) you'll end up in a bloody puddle, not dead but certainly taught a lesson... ☉▵☉ JUST AN IDEA FROM A DEPRAVED WESKER FAN DON'T MIND MEEE Love ya, Dolly (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ -Nell 🍓

NELLLLLL HAI HAILLO HEY :3!!!! WHEN I SAW THIS I LIT UP I CANNOT LAI… it’s always a treat to hear from yu!!! ^.^ and oh my we have MUCH TO DISCUSS TAKE A SEAT MWAAA 🩷🩷🩷

VENDETTA LEON IS JUST A SKRUNKLE!!!! HE IS a sopping wet andgrumpy kity… AND NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT,, it would be interesting to see him laik dat in re2.. laik how could this stingy critter get even stingier… a leon miserable from the start would’ve been pretty funy methinks LMAO

you are SO right about luis’ old design you are voicing thoughts i am 2 shy to say.. laik his new design is great!! but there’s a certain peculiarity to his old wan that screams yucky weirdo uncle.. might be dat wack ass hair and outfit GIGGLING he looks laik a vampire too !!! they’re both in special parts of my heart…. 🩷

I AMMM DOING SPLENDID and oh my lordy lord i forgot to drink water today THANK you for the reminder LMHREKSLFG i promise that’s not usually like me.. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING THE SAME HOWEVER !!!!!! please take lots o care!!!! >.<

THE. THE WESKER SCENARIO. IM SAT.!!!!??? TENTACLES,, ESPECIALLY FROM UROBOROS,,, ARE THE WAY TO MY HEART …. THE SUPERIORITY COMPLEX. BY JOVE!!! he’s so narcissistic and he’d probably tell you to be thankful that he chose you to have his kids… anyone would die for a chance like that!! (he is NOT wrong HEL))

his freaky ass would probably even put a shock collar on you,… god forbid you do anything that’s remotely out of line! AND ESPECIALLY god forbid you go near chris he’ll actually tweak the fuck out … i want wesker to stab me and say it was my fault for pushing him i CANNOT lie.. laik yur rite king i’m sorryIMSO SANE IM SO SANY

nell i’m hugging yu so tightly rn this crumb of thought was yumy… i lauv wesker so badly….sighs dreamily💔💔💔

[full-tiltboogiearc]

Of course the bargaining wouldn't work. Hell, Noah should know better. It was a tale as old as time: From the movie scripts she read and the parts she auditioned for to the pulp fiction on her shelf at her apartment to the news channels she flipped through before having her TV dinner for the night, victims never survived. Just immortalized, their names and birthdays and maybe an epitaph on a gravestone left to gather dust and dirt in a cemetery. Her throat and chest tightened at the thought that she would become just another memorial.

This couldn't be it, could it?

(If she made it out of this, she'd grovel on those cobblestone steps she always heard her dad talking about when it came to repenting for your sins or wishing for a better life from God. Begging. Noah never saw herself as a beggar, but this would change her. If she got out of this alive, she would...)

Her brain buzzed as it sifted through the thousands of possible sequences of events. If she tried to crash the car, she could kill them both. Or she could get away. Or he could stab her just as she's swerving the car and they'll flip, but he'll somehow get away unscathed. She could cooperate and keep driving. Play his game for as long as he wanted 'til he was bored. But then he'd throw her away whenever he was satisfied and all her cooperation would be for nothing. No matter how she worked through it in the seconds between his last words and what would be her first ones, things seemed grim—fucking pitch black lights out—for Noah.

"You're—you're right," she stammered, any little hitched breath adding pressure to the way he held his knife against her neck. She tried to keep her voice relatively even and calm, feigning reasonability, despite the shuddering. "I'm sorry. I won't try anything. Won't drive off or speed or—or anything."

She kept her head straight, facing the road; her hands were firm on the wheel and her arms were growing stiff. But she darted her gaze toward him. Trying to burn the image of his face in her mind, anything she could see whenever the moonlight or a passing street lamp illuminated his face. Just in case she got out of this, she wanted this fucker caught. At the same time, she wanted him to trust her, or at least wanted to take a shot at him entrusting her in some way. Maybe he could see they weren't so different, that they could get along, and maybe he'd spare her. There was a chance he'd seen it all, heard it all. But not from Noah.

She licked her lips and focused for a moment on the song playing.

You bring out the best in me With love and understanding Anytime I need some understanding You are always there ♫

"I love Peter Cetera," she said, chuckling softly, attempting to conceal her nervousness. "Chicago didn't—didn't know what they had when they booted him and they were never really the same after he left." // @someotherdog

now this was the fun part. each time he got picked up off the side of the road or hanging around some decrepit country gas station, blair was practically buzzing with anticipation. sometimes, he just wanted to get in the car and kill ‘em right then and there. he had to hold back, though. he couldn’t be too impulsive. as any murdering hobbyist knew, he was running on chance. he was running on luck. he was running against some random cop's luck. none of them could connect the dots. all those murders, cars destroyed with bodies bloody inside, limbs strewn across the grassy highway shoulders, it was too random for any of them to make a pattern. that was by blair’s choice. he didn’t have a victim in mind, no sort of pathology, or method to his madness. he picked his victims because they were dumb enough to pick up a stranger. they kind of deserved it then, didn’t they?

she didn’t say she understood. instead, she tried to play it off cool like he was just some high school prom date getting a little handsy. “jesus, you just don’t listen, do you?” he laughed breathily, “didn’t listen to daddy and now look what happened.” the tip of his blade pressed closer to her neck, but had yet to break the skin. there was much more to go. couldn’t blow his load too quick now, could he? besides, he had plenty of practice. not much patience, though.

he tutted and frowned mockingly. “poor noah. if i wanted your fucking car, i’d already have it.” the car wasn’t the point. it was, quite literally, just the vehicle. what it held inside, that’s what he cared about. he laughed again. “i really, really need you to say you understand.” blair insisted, tilting his knife threateningly. “if you don’t, well, i can just kill you right here and now. if you do, and then you go against the rules i just clearly put down, well… you get it, baby.”

they never followed the rules, though. they always thought they were smarter, quicker, stronger than him. they paid for it with their lives—though blair intended to take them anyway.

sighing heavily, blair titled his head and examined her features. the fear on her face. god, she had no idea what was in store for her! the only thing he pitied was himself. how sad it took him twenty-seven years to find out what he really loved. his attention briefly turned to the radio, “jesus, phil collins again?” he had spent a lot of time in cars that year, radio stations coming in and out frequently on southern backroads. most of them played easy listening trash. with one hand holding the knife and the other holding her knee down, he had to use the tip of his sneaker to turn the knob. luckily, it took just a second for a better station to come on. unfortunately, it played another song he deemed unacceptable: one good woman by peter goddamn cetera.

you bring me feelin’ you bring me fire you give me a love that’s taking me higher it just goes to prove what one good woman can do

“these people wouldn’t know good music if it bit ‘em in the ass, honey.” blair laughed, grinning maniacally. / @mutatedangels

[dorkshadows]

@earl-of-221b your tags XD: #I....have a lot of things to say about this. #like it did not even occur to me that the adaption omit things that are too hard to adapt #Because I had no idea this happened omfg #Wukong's always just...not transforming and not trying to escape from his chains #as if chains could really hold him omg #Are there significant differences from the book to tv/cartoon adaptions???? #Is there anything else like this omitted??? #I WILL BE FOREVER GRATEFUL TO KNOW #Also #where can I see this gratuitous fanrt and fan fiction?? #lmao you know if wukong got stabbed like that I'll be the one hyping it up and making it a generally big deal #BUT this fills a huge hole as to why Wukong doesn't just....escape the Punishment Stake in heavenit was because he honestly couldn't transform or use magic #(even though he remained indestructible ehehehehe) #Who the heck are these 7 sages?? #Does erlang and xiao tian quad and laojun apprehend wukong and then they're like 'yep you guys can stab him now :)' #journey to the west #in all honestly this is very fun tell me more

Yeah, this is one detail that gets omitted a lot (I mean, I can understand in kid friendly versions why we wouldn’t want to show Wukong getting stabbed through the back LOL). I think it’s difficult to do on stage in the case of Peking operas and something people are too lazy to do in film/TV when it’s easier to just tie him up and get to the next scene. 

But it does explain why he doesn’t try to escape asap better, because he physically can’t lol. I think the stabbing thing is important because it actually fills a plot hole and shows us that 1) heaven does not fuck around 2) Wukong’s been through some hardcore shit. I think this is the most significant omission, but other things adaptations tend to change really aren’t as important imo (Ex. sometimes the narrative has things that feel “morally wrong” but we don’t live in the 16th c. anymore, so that stuff’s bound to change anyway and it doesn’t really change the plot either way). 

The 7 sages are Erlang Shen and his 6 sworn bros. And usually Erlang gets the credit for stabbing him even though it never says he’s the one lol. Another thing that almost always gets cut, following the stabbing thing, is Erlang burning down Flower Fruit Mountain. Another prime source of angst for our little monkey XD

The fanart for the pipa bone scene tends to be... nsfw or guro lol (mostly of 15). A lot of it is Erlang/Wukong art, and some of it might be uncomfortable to look at, so unless you don’t mind, I wouldn’t recommend looking for it. Here are some “safer” examples I have for you ;)

99! guro art (Wukong’s expression tho LMAO)

15!art 

Kenny Lin’s scarred bod B)

And an example of fanfic (again, Erlang/Wukong). Short, but perfectly embodies the angst (author couldn’t resist giving them a happy ending though lol): http://bcy.net/novel/detail/3425/314225

[mother-snake]

More letters? More letters.

I'm going to break a few hearts....

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The pain of losing your child was an agonizing one. You could never stop thinking that you should have been in their stead, that you should have protected them, that you failed as a parent because..... Because your baby is dead and you couldn't stop it.

Virgil didn't know someone could get that pale. Or that they could have black vains. Or that they could cry black inky tears until their face was sticky and it was impossible to wash off.

It was a very sad day.

They just came home from a very sad event, that no one wanted to name because they couldn't accept that he was gone.

Virgil went to his room almost immediately after they got home.

Tears still streaming, he hadn't stopped crying since they found his baby

He walked over to his desk, where four letters sat. Each envelope was a different colour with a different wax seal to match it. He picked up the white envelope with a deep wine red seal, the only thing that was marking it as his was the dark purple ink used to mark his name and the #1

He tore it open carefully.

Hey Vee Anxiety

I guess if you have these letters I'm gone now. I also suppose that you know what happened to the dark side. If you don't, well its gone now. I'm sorry it had to be this way. But I had too.

You and Remus are the only sides with black hair now. How does that feel? I know your hair is dead straight, does it fall into your eyes? Do the others treat you differently because of your hair colour? Speaking of that.

I know I was a horrible child Anxiety, you loved me from the very moment you met me and all I did in favour was tell you I hate you. I don't hate you. I could never hate you.

I hope you gave me a nice send off. Was there daffodils? You know, daffodils were originally called Narcissus. They symbolize self love. I'm sure you know the myth, but it also ended rather tragically. I'm no expert but I think my life also counts as a tragedy. At least it feels like it.

It feels like no matter what I do, I get punished. Society says that you get punished for your wrong doings but what have I done wrong? I wish I had black hair like you. Things might have ended better.

I'm going to be writing a series of letters. Simply because I can't bear to say goodbye to all five of you at the same time. I'll write to you tomorrow Vee.

~Janus Sanders

The sobs only got deeper as Virgil read on. Memories rapidly repeating in his mind. Over and over. The sight of his child dead on the ground. Crumpled suit and knocked over goblet, his eyes were like glass and any pigment in his skin rotted away.

"DAD! Dad!!" the 17 year old looked down at the much younger side. Just passed 7. "Yes my little baby snake?" the child bounced up and down "I'm hungry!!" Virgil's smile creeped onto his face "Hi Hungry! I'm Dad!" the look on the seven year olds face was something he could never forget. Virgil let out a loud laugh, "Fine! Fine! Come on little snake, lets go get you some food" the child's face lit up. "STRAWBERRIES?!?" Virgil grabbed the childs hand. "We can have strawberries, little snake."

Virgil went downstairs and dug out the box of strawberries form the fridge. He ate the entire box.

The next day was just as horrible.

No one wanted to leave their rooms and deep sobs were coming from many doors.

Everywhere Virgil looked, he was reminded of his baby snake.

When he ran out of oxygen for the louder sobs, Virgil grabbed the second letter. A lilac purple envelope with a yellow seal.

Hey Vee,

The others are getting particularly violent recently. Often getting aggressive for no reason. Well unless you call me standing in my bedroom a reason. Well, reason or not. I have a new bruse or five.

How are the others holding up? I'm guessing not well. But maybe I'm just over estimating how much all of you care. After all. Why would anyone care for a side that has only made their lives harder? I personally don't see the logic in that.

But I don't know that much.

I'm going to be completely honest with you Vee. You are absolute shit at taking care of yourself when you are upset. Did you even eat dinner the night before? Wow. Look at me. I'm lecturing my father to take better care of himself while I'm dead.

I should get an award for biggest hypocrite. I haven't properly taken care of myself in years.

I'm serious about this though, don't isolate your self and spend time with the others. They'll be your biggest help in accepting..... In accepting that I'm not there anymore.

~Janus

Sucking in a shaky breath, Virgil stood and went to ask the others for their company. Because Janus was right, its easy to spiral by yourself. Then there was a knock on the door.

Logan wanted to watch some of Janus' favourite movies.

Virgil couldn't say no. Even if he wanted too.

~~~time skip~~~

Everyone was passed out except for him and Logan.

Logan had been very quiet lately, then again. He did barely leave his room for days

The end of Over the Garden Wall was playing. The characters were talking about something when Virgil spiralled back into the memories.

"DAD!" Virgil burst into the room, running to cradle his child in his arms, "Baby, what happend? Are you hurt?" small sniffles left the eight year olds lips "I dr- dreamt th-that you left m-me!" Virgil felt his heart clench. "I will never ever leave you, my little one" Crystal coated over the childs eyes, "Promise?" "I promise with all my heart"-

Virgil fell asleep with a heavy heart, knowing that he broke his promise to his baby.

The next morning was slightly better, not by much though. They ate breakfast together. Then, they returned to their rooms.

Virgil grabbed the third letter as soon as he walked into the room. The pale yellow cover wrinkling in his tight hold. He carefully broke the purple wax.

Hey Vee,

I'm scared. Wrath keeps banging on doors and I think I heard a window break. Apathy keeps trying to calm him down but it isn't working. Depression just left. I honestly don't know where he went.

This is why I need to get rid of the darks. I heard them talking about taking over the mind and I just can't let that happen Vee. What kind of self preservation would I be if I just let them destroy Thomas? A shitty one.

Thats why I made a poison. Its made from my own venom and it is lethal with less then a drop. I'm going to put the whole vial inside of the wine at the party in a few days. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I don't really plan what I write here. I kinda just write.

I really want a hug right now. I think I'll vist today or tomorrow. If I can get passed the others that is. If they find out where I'm going I might not get the chance to poison the wine.

~Jan

Virgil could tell that the writing was frantic. Some words slurrrd and squished together. Janus did come over to the mind that day.

A small hesitant knock hit Virgil's door. When he opened it, there standing was Janus, he looked up at him, "Can... can I have a hug Vee?" Virgil felt a small blossom of hope in his chest, "Of course, my little baby snake."

That blossom of hope died when he found his child's body. Cold and pale. He cried over the memory and over the letter.

The soft sound of jazz coming from Logan's room.

The next day, he grabbed the last letter. Hands shaking heavily, he broke the white seal holding the black envelope closed. When opened, a picture fell out.

Hi Dad,

I'm almost out of purple ink. Most of it got dried out after I forgot to out the cap back on. I'm sorry dad.

I'm sorry that I took your love for granted. I never accepted it as enough. Even when you did your damnedest to protect me and anyway you could. I used to be mad and upset and wanting to cry at every memory but now I wish I enjoyed those moments longer.

Thank you for indulging my strawberry habit. Thank you for holding me late at night. Thank you for introducing me to reading. Thank you for all the memories and hugs. Thank you for everything Dad.

None of this is your fault. You were the best father I could've asked for.

I love you

~Your Baby Snake

The picture was of him and Janus when the yellow side was nothing but a toddler. Bright golden ringlets sticking out in every direction. On the back was written

"To the best Father, Thank you"

Virgil's tears were interrupted by loud screams from Logans room.

They all bolted to comfort the blue side. Virgil's eyes drifted down to the his letter.

I love you

Virgil couldn't help the thought of his baby in a suit. Attempting to tame his blond curls while walking down the isle. His baby fell in love.

And he'll never get to experience the rest of it.

His tears only fell faster.

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Hahahaha

OW

i almost cried tears, i held them in barely. fam were in the room. how dare you stab my heart like this?? i am wounded. (tho seriously, this is absoulutely amazing and i friggin love it to bits!)