#verse: Resident Evil

[rico-hyuuga]

RE: Racoon City

[burnxngslash]

Dammit, these things were just too strong..and they were everywhere. Hopefully his sister and the kids managed to find safety with the military. Nero himself would have to make do with the situation he’s thrust into here. Quickly he began making his way through the zombie-torn city within the small alleys. It wasn’t until he arrived within a seemingly empty opening before a large grocery store did he hear the sound of a heel, the one-armed man quickly turned with his revolver aimed towards the other. “A woman? Sneakin’ up on a guy like that is only going t’ get you shot. Take it you’re here for some tampons? Or are ya more of a ‘pad’ kinda gal?”

liked for a starter / @pastchasing

[incessantlark]

Lyrics from 'Uneasy Hearts Weigh the Most' by Dance Gavin Dance

[zarstarss]

there was an opportunity

[clouds-soup]

I'm slowly making my way through the resident evil games and the jump from 6 to 7 is fucking insane.

6 is like me and my buddies on a fun little adventure. Haha I can punch the zombies look at how dumb they are this guys only defense is screaming at me!!!

And then 7 is like my fucking wife is possessed and this old man is force feeding me human flesh. Oh god the mold is alive and it's eating me oh fuck he's mutated and has a chainsaw now and his wife is giving birth to bugs that eat people

[zhaleys]

claireada gecko-verse

[morbidpaintz]

comic/spiderman study turned into leon self indulgence :p

[matchalilly]

When you have a type and you know which one to blame...Chad it's all Chad's fault.

[nshtn]

Flashbacks

Wesker, suffering through the onset of Uroboros infection brought on to save his life after being poisoned with PG67A/W, must contend with its' delirium demons.

453 words, snippet, tags: medical malpractice, ptsd, Umbrella Executive Training Facility, conditioning mention, corporal punishment mention

The smell of cleaning chemicals in the air, as if just opened, is suddenly overwhelming. His reaction is unburdened by inhibition and unshackled by the slow settling of the delirium phase like the sickening coating of mildew on the corpse of a decaying tree.

Or the onset of rabies.

Wesker can make out the emotion, though, volatile and... and afraid.

...of what?

His golden slit-shaped pupils land on the Umbrella logo in his periphery and there is nothing left that can prevent the clicking of recognition behind his addled lens.

–...Discipline. Obedience. Unity. It leads to power. Power leads to life. A time when he has been strapped to a cot like this one crosses over unwillingly. The white-coats are monitoring his reactions to media he never wanted to see. They are testing to see ‘how it’s going’. They won’t tell him what ‘it’ is, because ‘then the pieces will never lead to the broader picture’.

This is how it is. This is the way of the world. The world is so sickening to him. One day, he’s going to douse it all in isopropyl alcohol and start over...

...Constant tests, isolation, voices of doctors long gone, cold detachment a savior, the crown of thorns that kills the wearer’s humanity but spares them the wheel. There is no escape. Nights spent listening to the gnarled voice of Oswald Spencer crackling over a speaker he cannot turn off...–

Wesker’s eyes are glassy and unfocused. They’re called to somewhere else, deep in the mind and aching to writhe back out. He is locked in a hell meant to spur him into violence...

–The answer is that you feel the pain and you don’t care that you feel it. Instead, you take the pain, and you put the pain somewhere else, for later. Then, you won’t feel anything at all, even when the ruler hits you, when the whip cracks, when something you know you can never get back is torn from you.

The child is so happy certain he has found the answer to this test, so why do they keep hitting him?

Discipline. Obedience. Unity. It leads to power. Power leads to life. You will have life only in power, and you will get power only when you unify everyone under you. This is no place for kindness. There is no place for empathy. There is no place for...–

Wesker is pathetic, humiliated and infuriated all at once. His breath hitches, canines bared with an affected glint as he shoves himself up against the wall the cot is up against, the force of it making it rock and the BD Alaris attached to it beep softly.

He curls tighter, tendrils coiling and twisting in agitation.

[rico-hyuuga]

RE: Systems of Protection

[jojosbizzaretitties]

Grumpy tired big-titty men my beloved

[k-0re]

INTRODUCING SPIDERFLY(s)!!

3 woman (with very questionable methods of dealing with bad guys) with both the properties and powers of a blow fly and spider

[i-wanna-perish]

damn

[evilwvergil]

“Battlesuit Jill” 🥰 💕 ↳バイオハザード RESIDENT EVIL Re:Verse

[virologikal]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 @judasiskariot requested: ship: Chris && Wesker (S.T.A.R.S. era) ⸻ 22: ﹝…in a rush of adrenaline﹞

With late summer well on the way, the streets of Raccoon City seemed more reminiscent of a cauldron, reflective surfaces of towering office buildings in the city proper only intensifying the heat, causing the air to flicker even in the late afternoon hours. Fortunate citizens elected to remain in their air-conditioned homes, while others took refuge in the recently opened swimming area at the Mendez River Docks. Children swarmed the Cafés in hopes of some quickly depleting ice cream, and fans were sold out everywhere, as notices plastered all over the city shopping area declared.

Still, none of it could compare to the heat of their breaths exchanged in much-too-close proximity as they stood, pressed against each other in spite of their layers of tactical equipment and cloth sticking to their damp skin, in an alleyway a few blocks away from the R.C.P.D.

It was dangerous, and stupid, yet alluring - a combination most enticing despite the risk it posed.

Wesker could hear the quickened breath, could feel it brush against his own lips while the both of them remained in stasis, a moment frozen in time as ocean blue observed amber from behind the security of shaded glass; calculating and studying as he always did, especially with Chris. The younger man had fascinated him from the moment he set foot into the S.T.A.R.S. office, and only kept pulling him in with easy smiles and boyish charm, a lighthearted stubbornness tethering him to his Captain as it seemed. Carefully testing boundaries and pushing buttons for the mere sake of curiosity needing satiation, their dance having already lasted numerous months, moth to flame, flame to moth.

Mere moments before, their team had ended their monthly training parkour, leading them through the Arklay Forest, down the trail and around the south of Raccoon City, past the university and across the circular river to the end point. Along the way, they faced various mock-encounters to prepare for actual emergencies. By the end of it, every single one of them was out of breath, sweating and, some of them, cursing.

It wasn’t unusual for Chris to stroll along back to the R.C.P.D. with Wesker, idly chatting away or trying to glean some personal information by prodding the older man with questions, but this time the blond could tell there was something else on his point-man’s mind.

Having spent as much time together on - and off - duty as they had, it became increasingly easy for Wesker to identify certain thought patterns in the other, especially when it came to him wanting to be inappropriately close in public. The hope of distracting the brunet and seizing the upperhand in all situations had long since been abandoned as Chris proved to only be spurred on when being told no, and thus gears had been shifted to enticing the other with secrecy.

The thrill of it seemed to work wonders, thankfully enough, and ensured at least a modicum of safety for Wesker, who found himself distracted more often than he had liked from the reality of their escapisms being not only dangerous for both their careers (as much as his was a farce, he still took pride in it), but also for his charade. And it certainly didn’t make things easier when it came to planning his desertion from Umbrella in the upcoming months.

A gentle touch from soft lips catching his lower one in a playful attempt to bring forth a reaction snapped Wesker from his train of thoughts, an involuntary shiver sliding down his back causing a tensing of his shoulders, while the other one’s hands reached to remove obtrusive shades from the bridge of his nose, tucking them away carefully in his breast pocket without breaking eye contact.

Narrowing his eyes briefly in the low light, Wesker reached, fingers of one hand curling around Chris’ chin, feeling the stubble under his tips as he tilted his head slowly, his eyes with no expression, not betraying the hunger and want he had felt all day while watching the other exert himself in the summer heat. Still their hearts pounded an unforgiving beat against their chests, blood rushing through their veins and dusting the younger one’s cheeks red, only noticeable by the analytic gaze of blue eyes never missing a detail despite the sinking sun’s glow upon their skin.

Words were considered for a brief moment as Wesker weighed the thought of teasing the other further, and by doing so inviting a chance to move their entanglement to his apartment, but when his lips parted, he could feel Chris’ body move against his in a sudden, unexpectedly strong motion, pushing up towards him despite fingers holding his chin, even ignoring the reflexive, warning pressure Wesker applied.

Hardly as composed as the blond was, Chris clearly had no patience for games and no thoughts left for any danger of possible exposure as his fingers curled into what little cloth of his Captain’s shirt he could grasp to pull him closer, lips pressing in unexpected desperation against his mouth and, when smoothed against each other, releasing a soundless sigh Wesker swallowed. Just when he thought he had successfully mastered the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Chris ignited the cinders again, fanning the fire like he always did, being the harbinger of unwise decisions Wesker was certain he would eventually regret one day.

Momentarily, however, he allowed himself to indulge, his hand releasing the other’s chin and grabbing his neck instead, fingernails digging into smooth skin before sliding up into soft hair where they curled and grabbed, tugging hard enough to bring forth an exquisite sound, muffled only by their sealed lips.

Intent on taking back control of the situation, he proceeded to part warm and soft lips with his tongue, too impatient and greedy to take his time, but finding Chris pliant and welcoming.

Wesker was no fool - he knew the implications of their actions, his actions, but found himself unable to resist all the same. Still, one of these days he would have to end whatever it was they had.

Unless he could convince Chris to follow him.

[coffiishake]

In my two decades of living I’ve collected silly little guys that make me happy :) this is definitely not all of them and I’m probably missing some but these are the ones that I remembered :D Omw to collect more funny lil guys