am i about to get myself into another horror game cause the villain is aesthetically pleasing?
Possibly.
Anyway, Eddie Gluskin [Outlast] erry1
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@another-fanfic-haven
am i about to get myself into another horror game cause the villain is aesthetically pleasing?
Possibly.
Anyway, Eddie Gluskin [Outlast] erry1
i have a fic idea crawling around my head but i CAN NOT PUT IT INTO WORDS
FUCKs sake
another scenario
(bit personal)
Imagine, you're so upset you forget how to speak English, so you resort to cursing and screaming in your primary tongue
Like, walking in circles around the office, cursing aloud and holding your phone so tight in your hands you could snap it in half, and Wesker is just... staring, both confused and worried - he could probably figure out your emotions based on the stiff posture and the tone of your voice.
And if you've calmed down, but you're still unable to communicate he'd make you write down what you want to say and get it translated.
Anyway...
im glad someone likes it enough to reblog but holy shit i will never get used to that i fear
Stress
so, uhhh. comfort post. i'm extremely uncomfortable since yes. Word count: 1209 Song? If anyone's interested: Nikitata - Paranoia
What a terrible luck you must have. You thought your life was getting back on track after you took the chance and moved out of your parents' homestead, diving head-first into the unknown.
And now, all your choices come to bite back, reminding you of all the unresolved issues you carry.
Chris, MOVE
Picture this
You're laying on the bed, it's 2-3 am, you're in such immense pain, your joints feel like they're on flames, barely able to move. Your head hurts like you're Zeus about to birth Athena from the forehead. The sheer agony keeping you awake against your own will. You're close to just breaking down into tears...
Until you feel a cold compress on your head, covering your eyes in the comfortable, cool darkness and gentle, warm hands massaging a warming gel into your aching joints.
If that didn't help he'd make you sit up and take your painkillers, then cuddle, massaging your scalp and combing through your hair until the meds took effect and you fell asleep again.
:) <3
i can't seem to find the post I'm thinking of but like
Wesker walking with you back into the RPD from a coffee break, snow and ice on the roads and both of you chatting, wrapped in warm coats and scarves
He notices the snow plow about to cover you head to toe in dirty, muddy snow, so he yanks you and pulls into his chest, guarding you from the flying lump of grime, hitting him in the back and basically ruining his pristine, woolen coat. He'd keep your face pressed into his chest, suffocating you with the warmth and his cologne, until he's absolutely sure there's no danger around.
aaaaanyway. The brainrot is real.
i had the best fic ideas when i COULD NOT WRITE THEM FUUUUUUUU-
:) lifes a misery!
Months of walking + public transport since I moved and oh my god my knees are finally killing me
Gods send help
For comparison, I used to drive everywhere on my motorbike/car everywhere back when I lived in the village soooo.... *shrug*
Wesker with fangs? 🤔
Long day of labwork
i need him to suck me dry like Astarion did
Du bist Giftig
Hey again Previous (?) part Word count: 1393 And a song: Rammstein - Giftig
Your days started to look the same: Wake up before sunrise, prepare for the day, shower (with help from the medical staff to clean the area under your neck brace), and head out to the labs. While you didn't have to do anything with the chemicals perse, he required you to run errands, check on the researchers, and so on. Your body still felt too stiff after the exhausting surgery to throw you onto the battlefield, so you did that until you recovered.
every time after I post a story I spent a while writing and making sure it's somewhat coherent
aaaanyway *sips on cringe juice* I'm glad some of you bastards are enjoying it thus far
when wesker finds out that you used painkillers during your last sparring matches, he decides to try it himself next time. you didn't seem any less fast or snappy, so what if it could end up being useful in combat?
that makes it worthy of a test. he calculates his dose based on his weight and extra blood filtration. you're unaware.
mistake! turns out t-virus doesn't inhibit its' potential!
Smoke break
hey :) previous part Word count: 1401 song: And One - Military Fashion ShowTW! Addiction to nicotine
God-fucking-damnit! This month is pure stress not only for you but for the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. Captain included. Summer is swiftly coming to an end, and so do the long, warm evenings, which means a spike in heinous crimes. The constant rain and gloom make it a stellar setting for all the gruesome murder cases. You lost count of how many reports you had to go through this month, but you stopped counting after 3 in the same week.
his chuckle is sending my mind into some forbidden places
(yes i play dbd, my blog about that is @dbd-slvt)
Perfection
Link to the previous part Word count: 720 And a song :) KMFDM - Megalomaniac
You always aim for perfection, to be the best, to be first, and to be at the top of the line.
And so, you ended here as a mere rookie in the Special Tactics and Rescue Services. You tried to set your place as the someone; the youngest, the smartest, the most courageous. But it all failed. You weren't the youngest - Rebecca was by two years. And who was the smartest? Of course, it was your Captain. Let's not even start with the courage. That list would be too long, and you - at the very bottom of it.