#weepedwords

[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-a]

⸻ @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."

[moldcursed]

@weepedwords

it's just another night out, a usual thing after a good day spent out on the beach. he and his friends are sat at a table at their usual bar, drinks all around them. a nice start to the weekend, if he does say so himself. today had been an excellent day for the surf, a fact that they're all busy talking about — ethan's grinning and laughing like an idiot as he recounts his own experience this afternoon, as if the group around him hadn't been there the entire time. he and his friends are laughing and drinking, ethan completely oblivious to some of the people around them up until the point that one of his friends lightly nudges him under the table and tilts his head towards a group of men sat at the bar. soldiers, judging by the dog tags hanging around their necks. “ soldier boy over there keeps checking you out, e, ” his friend teases, a shit-eating grin on his face. ethan's eyes flicker towards the man in question, and sure enough, the guy looks away as soon as he realizes ethan's looking back at him. the sight is oddly endearing, hence why ethan can't help the fond smile that stretches across his features. he reaches for his drink, taking a sip of it, though eyes never once leave the other man's back. and sure enough, when soldier boy turns around once more to glance in his direction, this time ethan is prepared. there's a charming smile, all sunshine and california summer, and a little wave directed at him. there. that should show him that he's not going to bite.

[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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[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

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME // @weepedwords

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FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[infecdead-a]

⸻ @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.

[moldcursed]

@weepedwords said : "what if we left  …  ran away ?"

right now, everything seems ... too perfect. they're sat on the sofa, one of rose's cartoons playing on the tv. chris is holding the little girl in question, her head resting against his chest. she's almost asleep. good. she's been fussy all day, and she deserves a little rest. ethan wishes it was that simple for them, too. he's scrolling through his phone when chris asks his question, softly and barely audible, and as he sets the device aside, there is nothing ethan would like more than to go along with it. to say it's a good idea. to say that they leave everything behind and go somewhere where no one knows them. far, far away from it all. far away from anyone who knows the truth about him, far away from anyone who looks at chris and sees only the infamous soldier. yes, ethan wants to agree. god, how he wants to agree.

but he can't.

even in the context of a fantasy, he cannot bring himself to play along with it. he can't bring himself to indulge it, to admit that that would be perfect. what's the point? ethan knows that it will never happen — and in a way, he's not sure if he would really want it to. he knows chris redfield too well by now. despite what chris thinks he wants, ethan knows the other man would never be happy like that. he knows that chris would never be content to leave it all behind, and that's okay. the man he loves is a soldier, selfless and brave until the very end. ethan knows that one day he's going to have to deal with the consequences of it — knows that one day steadfast heroicness is going to end up hurting, end up snatching chris away from him for good — but he would never dare yank him away from it. he wouldn't dare be selfish like that.

ethan turns and looks over at chris. there is a smile, small and melancholy, on his features as he shakes his head, quietly answering, “ you know as well as i do that that would never work. ” it's sad, but it is the truth. they both know it. chris doesn't just belong to him and rose, as much as ethan wishes otherwise.

[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 ^^)

[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.  ❞

[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

[nightlyvisitor]

    IF YOU WERE A DEITY

    WHAT WOULD YOU BE THE GOD OF ?

                °The Stargazer°

 Deep in a long term love affair with the constellations, you want to believe in tarot, astrology, the patterns of the stars and of destiny. Too often, though, you find that things don't obey the roles ascribed to them, and the people in your life spin out of their orbits. You like to imagine that you're in a film and that everything that happens is just part of a pre-written journey, subject to a formula and written in your favour. 

An in-born compassion for others shadows you wherever you go, as you put others first with a dogged faithfulness. You value things that help you escape. However, to truly find meaning you must let go of the people who hold you back, and accept that the stars are just stars. As a deity, you're the patron god of the night sky, of destiny, of order and logic, of certainty, of wishes and of guidance.

Snagged it from @valour-bound

Tagging: @weepedwords , @infecdead (for steeb!), @ubcs (carlos!), @nightlyterrors and anyone who wants to join in!