#weepedwords

[finalslay]

@weepedwords sent : ❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜

they're at some rich gala, a charity benefit at a museum in metropolis. batman and superman are not present tonight — they are clark kent and bruce wayne, the reporter and the billionaire. the duo stands nearby one another, bruce nursing a glass of champagne when clark finally slides up next to him. it's surprisingly subtle, the younger man's attempt to approach without grabbing everyone else's attention. to the untrained eye, it may just look like clark approaching him for a short interview — but bruce knows the truth of the matter. he's seen that look on clark's face before ; it's one of want, even if the kryptonian thinks he's keeping it well-hidden. sure enough, after a moment of the pair just standing there in silence, watching the mingling crowd, clark finally speaks. the words are almost uncharacteristically filthy ; bruce's head turns in the younger man's direction, a brow raising slightly. he can't deny the appeal of clark's suggestion, hence why lips twitch into the slightest of smirks before replying, “ can you imagine the headlines? god, it'd be a scandal. ” a sip of his drink, calm and collected, all the while bruce subtly moves his free hand, only to slide it into the back pocket of clark's pants. “ i wouldn't be opposed to ... stepping away from the party for a minute. what do you say, farm boy? care to join me? ”

[unprocione]

𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗟𝗜𝗡 ( @weepedwords ) texted: do you want to come over?

【 SMS. @ 9:00 PM. 】 : Wow. That was quick. I haven't even unpacked yet. 【 SMS. @ 9:02 PM. 】 : Is this a 'come over' like takeout and watching reruns on the sofa with you, or a 'come over' like I need to stop and pick up a box of durex? 【 SMS. @ 9:03 PM. 】 : Either way, I'll be right there, just let me shower first. <3

[biosurvive]

dialogue prompts -> @weepedwords: ‘ i need you, don’t you get that ? ’

There was no probable way that Graves didn't know how much Chris longed to hear words like that from him. How long had he been harboring a crush? Probably, for far too long, and he simply couldn't fathom a world where Graves didn't know, he wasn't dense which meant he liked playing games or just didn't feel the same way. Did he believe Graves could feel that deeply about someone? Maybe, but he feared that that someone wasn't him. A part of him always felt like he was just his old high school friend and fuck buddy, he felt used sometimes, and it left him wanting more and yet even hearing these words he still felt nothing but disbelief. Actions spoke louder than words, and that statement rang especially true with Graves.

He thinks about closing the distance, capturing those lips with his own and telling Graves how much he needs him, how much he wants him, how he's always wanted him even when they were dumb kids. But that'd be too risky, he'd be setting himself up to get hurt when Graves left again, or he'd make some asshole joke about how sensitive he was being. Maybe he'll never be nothing more than an old friend or an ass Graves could fuck, maybe that's all there was between them. Graves says he needs him, but just how long did he need him for? A night? A few days before he got bored of the life here in Raccoon City and he left him for greener pastures and easier men with no commitment? He couldn't take that risk, he wouldn't take that risk. Swallowing, Chris takes a step back, arms crossing against his chest in an immediate defensive stance. "Graves. I think you should go. I... I don't think you even know what you want, let alone what you need. I'm not some toy that you can play with, that's not what I'm looking for and it's not what I deserve."

[infecdead]

⸻ @weepedwords ( billy ) said. ‘ years haven’t been kind to us, i suppose. ’

the blonde couldn't help but let out a chuckle, though more out of sarcasm rather than amusement. "speak for yourself." sure, years hadn't been kind to him before but he has made things better for himself since then. he has a thriving business, men loyal to him and a world that will see that he and his organization will never run out of jobs.

he had paid his price, his humanity so to speak, but that's fine. krauser doubted that he had much to begin with when he went into the military and his training plus the warfare he had been exposed to took care of the rest.

"don't be so quick to crumble, coen, i doubt that we would be standing here if we got kindness instead of cruelty." it's the only means to survive in a world such as this. "now get back up, we got to keep moving unless you're keen to die here."

[tooxldtorememxer]

@weepedwords wrote: ❛  whatever you need, i'm just one phone call away.  ❜ / from chris to karl?

That was an odd saying in his opinion. Because what would he do if he was halfway around the world and couldn’t do anything about it? Exactly, it was just stupid. Or maybe he was just extra grumpy because he had to watch Chris pack his damn bag to leave for who knows how long. They never knew when, or even if, he would be back. “Yeah, you’ve said that before,” he said and rolled his eyes. The room was dark enough that he didn’t need his glasses in there. He stood leaned up against the doorframe, arms and ankles crossed as he just watched, following him around like a lost puppy but at a distance.

“So do you even know where the fuck you’re going this time? Would you even be able to answer?” you know, he was asking the important question here, and he was bitter so maybe he just wanted to jab at him a little bit.

[tviirus]

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Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog.

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[finalslay]

✏️ + one for soap and ghost and one for clark and bruce?? 🫣

incorrect quotes generator

soap:  and  then  they  ran  into  my  knife.  they  ran  into  my  knife  ten  times. ghost:  you  mean  you  stabbed  them? soap:  they  ran  into  my  knife.

ghost,  to  the  squad:  the  real  secret  to  immortality?  not  dying.  you  want  to  be  immortal?  okay,  that’s  easy.  just  don’t  die.  that’s  it.  refuse  to  die.  there  you  go. soap:  but  how- ghost,  ignoring  them:  “but  how”,  you  may  ask.  well,  easy.  just  don’t  do  it.  refuse  to.  say  “no  thanks”.

clark:  bruce  is  not  a  morning  person.  or  a  night  person.  there’s  really  only  about  seven  minutes  a  day  you  are  fun  to  be  around. bruce:  the  best  part  is  you  never  know  when  they’re  coming.

bruce:  what's  this? clark,  hugging  bruce:  affection! bruce:  disgusting. bruce:  ...do  it  again.

[heavenprotect-m]

⸻ @weepedwords ( ghost ) sent. “ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world.”

he's only seen him from time to time, a menacing presence within the HCF that rivals even that of krauser and wesker. sometimes steve hears the guards whispering to each other about him, rumors of how he was recruited and whatnot⸺how he 'died' and came back to life, digging himself out of his own grave.

steve isn't sure on what to believe, but he wouldn't be surprised if most of the rumors ended up being true to an extant. if it wasn't for his conditioning and extensive training, he would be asking him questions about them, pester him about seeing him under the mask if only to sate his curiousity.

however, the redhead has experienced numerous punishments and corrections by the higher ups for his misbehaviour, so generally he tends to avoid talking unless spoken to.

still...

he frowns behind the mask at the older man's words, unable to hold back that little spark that appears now and again. "apologies for my forwardness, sir, but i think that's bullshit."

[biosurvive]

✿ idk for phillip graves i think it would be funny <3

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[infecdead]

⸻ @weepedwords ( billy ) said. ‘ stay right where i can see you. ’

the temptation to just bolt down the hallway was more than enough for the 11 year old, but after plenty of experience of escape attempts that never fully succeeded made him think otherwise. still, that didn't make him drop the broken table leg, he was ready to toss or whack someone's knee with this and the brunette knows he has a pretty good swing.

"come any closer and i'll get ya." the pre-teen threatened, hands tightening over the improvised weapon. "don't think i would hesitate."

if he was willing to kick at or hit the various officers at the raccoon city police department, then a stranger ( particularly a grown up ) wouldn't be so difficult. "what are ya doin' here anyways?" a bold question to ask given that he wasn't suppose to be here, especially with them monsters wandering about.

[tviirus]

“ this is why we can’t have nice things, billy. ” : from stu to billy. ( idk just felt like it fit for these two ahah. ) / @weepedwords

billy  was  retracting  the  knife  from  the  body,  his  face  expressionless  as  he  looks  over  the  body.  not  the  cleanest  kill  they've  done,  but  --  well,  it  was  a  much  needed  stress  reliever.  still,  he  looks  up,  eyebrows  furrowing  at  the  other  teenager,  ❝  they  don't  deserve  their  nice  things.  ❞  he  says  with  an  exhale  as  he  stands  up,  ❝  we  didn't  deserve  our  shit  end  of  the  sticks,  so  why  should  people  have  NICE  THINGS  ?  ❞  he  wipes  the  blood  off  with  his  glove.

❝  lets  get  out  of  here.  ❞

[unprocione]

leon's handwriting is most easily described as smudged, but mostly legible, highly reminiscent of a scrawled warning jotted down haphazardly in a thriller movie setting, urging caution of whatever danger lies up ahead, ominously trailing off at the end and taking much too long to comfortably decipher.

leon's lettering is often narrow, as leon doesn't tend to move his wrist often when writing, preferring to move his entire hand instead, which can sometimes smear the ink. leon's wrists have become stiffer over time and prone to soreness, after years of absorbing impact from the kickback of various types of guns, this has led to leon and repetitive strain injury becoming very well acquainted. leon is also prone to trigger finger, where the repetitive squeeze-and-release of the gun trigger has led to inflammation around the joint, and can sometimes result in the trigger finger becoming locked in a bent position, and joint popping, which makes writing dexterously difficult. leon prefers to type up his reports using a laptop (or in his younger days working for the anti-umbrella pursuit and investigation team, typewriter) when he can, but while on the field & often in peril, keeping a journal record of events and experiences is done primarily in handwriting alone, as lugging around a laptop or typewriter would only slow him down.

despite leon's handwriting being hurriedly slanted, his letters often sit apart if only barely, shy of eachother, and when they do meet, his letters are often overlapping rather than being tied together. psychologically, if we want to read into it for no reason, that can reflect leon being noncommittal, emotionally unavailable in relationships and prone to one-night stands or relationships that burn out hot and fast, but realistically it's mostly because he's writing too fast to be bothered with even spacing. ink tends to bleed at the edge of each stroke, where leon's pen lingers for a half-second longer. leon's pressure and rigidity when writing is more so like carving the words into the paper, and ink saturation can often lead to the nib tearing holes, and quiet cursing accompanying from leon. you could probably read leon's writing clearly from the back of the paper, from how deeply his handwriting scores in. narrow lettering often means his sentencesarecrampedacrosseachline, and he doesn't hesitate to scrawl into the margins, taking advantage of every centimeter of paper he has access to - leon was excellent at keeping pace while taking detailed notes in the police academy.

* TAGGED BY : @blitzkriegers thank you! <3 * TAGGING : @ubcs, @wintersdecay, @sailento, @weepedwords (luis & pat - pat bc i think leon probably dictates to him when his hands cramp up at home) @valour-bound @valiantines @godstrain @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins (milton, that rat bastard) @shesancti @wistrea @vulpesse @oathofpromises (ashley :3 ) @snipier @greenherb (i know ada's handwriting probably blows leon's out of the water for sure but i wanna see) @combineherbs (helena + jessica pls ^^)

[finalslay]

@weepedwords said : ❛  we can’t change what’s done. we can only move on.    ❜

bruce  doesn't  get  it,  and  he  doesn't  think  he  ever  will.  clark  is  too  trusting,  too  forgiving.  it  doesn't  make  sense  to  him  ;  how  does  clark  just  ignore  it?  how  does  he  just  move  on  from  it?  how  the  hell  is  he  even  looking  bruce  in  the  eyes  right  now?  superman  apparently  does  not  hold  grudges  the  way  that  the  bat  does  —  there's  a  tiny  part  of  bruce  that  is  grateful,  even  if  he  thinks  he  doesn't  deserve  it.  hands  are  slid  into  the  pockets  of  his  jacket,  and  bruce  can't  help  huffing  in  tired  amusement.    “  i  don't  understand  you,  kent,  ”    he  says,  lips  twisted  with  a  jaded  smile as he looks over at clark.    “  you  give  out  forgiveness  like  it's  the  easiest  thing  in  the  goddamn  world.  i  don't  know  how  you  do  it.  ”    it's  quite  the  contrast  to  him.  bruce  wayne,  old  and  tired  and  capable  of  holding  bitterness  and  hatred  until  the  day  he  dies,  and  clark  kent,  the  boy  scout  who  seems  to  go  looking  for  the  best  in  people.    “  smallville  must  just  raise  'em  up  better  than  gotham  does.  ”

[torntruth]

i'm always so happy i can just shout about the redfield siblings with @weepedwords, i love them.

[biosurvive]

noticing prompts -> accepting -> @weepedwords: “ How did you find me? ”

Chris was sure he looked a mess, his body was covered in sweat, his usually well cared for locks were a mess atop of his head, his multiple cowlicks gone awry from nervous threading of his fingers. He outright looked far and away from a respectable officer of S.T.A.R.S. and perhaps that was why he dropped protocol so fast once he finally met another living human in a room where he could catch his breath.

His chest fell and rose in steady movements, cobalt gaze lingering into the dark room and onto the stranger. "By complete accident, this place is a maze." Truth be told he was relieved, despite not knowing the man, and not trusting him either, who knew what his association with this place was. Chris didn't want to be in this place alone any longer, he missed Jill, Barry, even Captain Wesker, and during his long sprints through the halls and rooms he kept getting lost in his own thoughts. Dangerous promises of staying alive just for Claire, and a few times he almost felt himself slip up, falling into the jaws of a monster or two. Having someone else to talk to? To look upon? It was the anchor he needed to keep going.

"What's your angle on this misery? I'm Chris, S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, Pointman. Not that that really matters when there are freaks of nature wandering the halls..."

[tooxldtorememxer]

Where should you be kissed?

Irving

cheek

you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.

Jopson

palm

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

Little

forehead

over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.

Peglar

cheek

you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.

Dundy

palm

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

tagged by: stole it from @musenssang tagging: @fitzjxmes, @ubcs, @brassandblue, @weepedwords, @fornassau