𝕷𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝕴'𝖒 𝖆 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙…
Indie + Selective Albert Wesker from Resident Evil, commanded by Kreatchur.
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@cynicalmastermind
𝕷𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝕴'𝖒 𝖆 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙…
Indie + Selective Albert Wesker from Resident Evil, commanded by Kreatchur.
[ ✘ ] RULES || [ ✘ ] ABOUT || [ ✘ ] NAVIGATION
revisiting this with Richard Waugh's Wesker portrayal in mind
[ wall ] your muse pinning mine against a wall. (Sparring!!)
ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ► accepting
To be out of that damned facility was a feeling like no other. No more was this mad scientist bound ; no longer was he to be interrogated about projects past and plans future — he could finally breathe and feel the wind against his skin again. What a blessing it was that he managed an escape when he did... and with pleasant company, too.
Pleasant company that could hold her own, it seemed.
While Wesker had no doubt that the woman had the ability to hold her own in battle, to experience it first hand was something of a surprise. It was exhilarating to be met with such power; to be forced to adapt his own strategies mid-battle because of his undrestimation. What a lovely performance she was putting on for him — she might actually make him break a sweat. A powerful blow, blocked by Albert, sends him sliding back a few feet, but his heel catches on something, knocking him off his balance for a brief moment, but brief was all Helena needed as she closed the gap between them, taking his wrists in her hands and effectively pinning him to the wall behind. He stares down at her, breathless, and eyes shining with admiration. He was impressed.
"A fine display, Miss Harper. Good follow-up; taking advantage of my vulnerability was quick thinking and shows great promise. You move faster than I had anticipated, well done."
[ bleed ] your muse making mine bleed.
ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ► accepting
There is a sickening crack that echoes in the air and brings everything to a halt. Wesker stumbles backward, glasses flying feet from him as he catches his balance against a desk. It was a good hit and boy was it beginning to hurt like hell. The entire left side of his face was throbbing with pain and as he pulls his hand away from his nose, he finds a familiar dark red staining his gloves and skin. Impressive, but a fatal mistake.
Orange-red eyes glow dangerously as he turns his attention toward the man in the room, standing there looking so proud of himself. Albert supposed it was only natural for one to feel so mighty about themselves after such a strike; there weren't many that could land a hit on the Albert Wesker.
"Good shot." He grumbles, wiping away the blood forming at the corner of mouth. "Let's try this again, shall we?" He would not let this bastard win here, not when he's come so far.
❥ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format ! tw for violence, blood, mature themes. send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to … ( add ❝ reverse ❞ if you’d like to see how my muse would preform the action ! )
[ deck ] your muse decking mine in the face.
[ punch ] your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.
[ pin ] your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.
[ straddle ] your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.
[ scratch ] your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.
[ bite ] your muse biting mine.
[ turn ] your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.
[ wall ] your muse pinning mine against a wall.
[ snarl ] your muse snarling / growling at mine.
[ curse ] your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.
[ tug ] your muse gripping mine’s hair.
[ kick ] your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.
[ point + gun ] your muse holding mine at gun point.
[ point + knife ] your muse holding mine at knife point.
[ mock ] your muse mocking mine.
[ sweep ] your muse knocking mine off their feet.
[ grab ] your muse grabbing mine forcibly.
[ shoot ] your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.
[ stab ] your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.
[ break ] your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.
[ strangle ] your muse choking mine out.
[ shove ] your muse shoving mine forcibly.
[ bruise ] your muse making mine bruise.
[ under ] your muse shoving mine underwater.
[ attempt ] your muse attempting to kill mine.
[ bare ] your muse baring their teeth at mine.
[ threaten ] your muse threatening mine.
[ spit ] your muse making mine spit blood.
[ bleed ] your muse making mine bleed.
[ burn ] your muse burning mine.
[ corner ] your muse cornering mine.
[ throat ] your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.
[ challenge ] your muse challenging mine.
[ cut ] your muse cutting mine.
POV: You're Jim Marcus
"I didn't ask you to be my parent."
ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ ► accepting
"Parent?" Yes, he supposed that's what he could be called, given their similarities, but he wasn't the parent by traditional means. "And I did not ask to be a parent, yet here we are." Sometimes wrenches get thrown into his carefully laid plans and he needed to adapt; this would be no different. Wesker observes the man carefully, taking in all features and micro-expressions that flash across their face as he speaks and making mental notes of it all.
"Like it or not, I am here. You may accept my presence or reject it, but I will still be here." He cannot bear to look at them any longer and so turns away. The face, despite its changes, reminded Wesker of his younger self, from his S.T.A.R.S era... it was looking at a ghost.
"Whatever, it does not matter to me. As you were, Zeno."
[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth. / Barry tightenshold…
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ► accepting
Inconvenient time, inconvenient place, but even Wesker was victim to the basest of human desire and this was no different.
creatures
alright. let's get writing
First ever contribution to Wesker Wednesday!
I know Wesker technically didn’t have the time/the need to patch himself up at that moment, but I had a vision and I stuck to it 🙂↕️🖤
okay but this is def the better looking wesker ive done.
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ STRAINED FAMILY DYNAMICS-THEMED PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
you're just like your father.
you're just like your mother.
you spent years tearing people in this family down and now you're upset they won't come back?
i can't believe i used to defend you.
you always need someone to blame, and when you can't find one, you make one.
you don't get a medal for finally doing what you should've done years ago.
every apology you've ever given this family came with conditions.
i wasn't trying to start a fight. i was trying to have a conversation.
don't stand there acting shocked. you created this.
you know exactly why i don't come around anymore.
why am i always the one apologizing?
every problem in this family gets traced back to you eventually.
you taught me exactly what kind of person i never wanted to become.
you keep calling us ungrateful. for what, exactly?
we keep pretending this family works.
every family gathering turns into this because of you.
the worst part is that i still wanted you to choose me.
you don't miss me. you miss controlling me.
you taught me what love shouldn't look like.
you never wanted a family. you wanted control.
you're exactly the person you swore you'd never become.
everybody notices it. they just won't say it out loud.
you ruin everything you touch and then wonder why nobody calls.
maybe if you called once in a while, you'd know what's going on.
you don't get to disappear for ten years and come back giving advice.
i didn't ask you to be my parent.
maybe they're gone, but we're still dealing with what they left behind.
we had to learn how to adapt because of you!
if everyone keeps leaving you, maybe the problem isn't everyone else.
you want sympathy for wounds you've spent years giving to us.
i can still hear the way you talked to me when i was a kid.
you're the reason nobody wants to be in the same room anymore.
nobody ever defends me when you're around.
i don't know why you're crying now.
you always have an excuse.
you've been blaming everyone else for so long you've forgotten you're the common denominator.
you didn't protect me.
nobody warned me that forgiveness and trust were different things.
you can yell all you want. it won't change what happened.
nobody told me because they knew i'd be angry.
you forgot my birthday.
i shouldn't have had to raise myself.
you have no idea what was said about you after you left.
don't raise your voice at me.
you've been holding this family hostage with your temper for decades.
i wasn't trying to replace anyone.
i would rather tell a stranger my problems than tell you.
that's your problem. you mistake fear for respect.
nobody asked what i wanted.
funny how you only show up when you need something.
you think being loud makes you right.
you act surprised every time there are consequences.
go ahead and leave. that's what you're best at.
you weren't there, so don't tell me how it felt.
everybody walks on eggshells around you.
you make everything about yourself.
you never even tried to know me.
you've hated me since the day i showed up.
it was easier to blame me than deal with the truth.
you're mad at the wrong person.
you had every opportunity to be better than this.
you're acting exactly like them.
why am i hearing this from everyone except you?
you treat strangers better than your own family.
you lost the right to call yourself family a long time ago.
i became the problem the moment i stopped staying quiet.
you inherited more than just their eyes.
for once in your life, stop defending yourself and listen.
i wish someone had believed me the first time.
i don't owe you forgiveness.
you don't miss me. you miss access to me.
i didn't realize love came with so many conditions.
nobody is attacking you. we're finally holding you accountable.
i spent years cleaning up your messes.
we all learned how to survive you in different ways.
you're not upset about what happened, you're upset people know about it now.
funny. that's not what you told everyone else.
you don't get to rewrite my childhood because the truth embarrasses you.
i've spent my entire life paying for your mistakes.
keep talking. every word just proves my point.
stop pretending everything is fine.
i don't care how difficult they were. they were still my parent.
you were the favorite and you still act like you suffered the most.
nobody asked how i was doing after it happened.
i can't tell if you forgot or if you just didn't care.
the worst thing that ever happened to this family is that nobody ever told you no.
i don't hate you. i just don't trust you.
that's not how it happened.
i wasn't invited, remember?
you had chance after chance after chance.
you keep asking why we're distant, but you never ask what caused it.
the second they walk into the room, you change.
you don't get credit for doing the bare minimum.
i spent years trying to earn your approval.
you're impossible to love and exhausting to be around.
i stopped expecting better from you years ago.
you don't get to scream at people and call it honesty.
that's the first honest thing you've said all day.
you don't get to demand respect from people you've never respected.
i wasn't jealous. i was neglected.
nobody here is scared of you anymore.
i don't care what your intentions were. look at the damage.
you always leave before anyone can confront you.
nobody abandoned you. we just got tired of being treated like garbage.
you were in the house, but you were never really there.
you never wanted a family. you wanted an audience.
every story you tell somehow makes you the hero.
i learned a long time ago not to expect anything from you.
you can't keep blaming your childhood forever.
you left me alone with them.
you say we're family whenever it's convenient.
the rest of us learned to survive your moods.
the second someone stops agreeing with you, they're suddenly the enemy.
you always act like you're the only one who had a hard childhood.
i don't even know if you like me.
you don't get to play victim now.
i spent my childhood being afraid of you.
don't compare me to them.
every generation in this family passes the damage down and calls it tradition.
the only reason this family still talks to you is guilt.
i didn't forget your birthday. i just didn't think you'd care.
stop pretending this conversation is beneath you.
the only time you call is when you need something.
i was a child.
i don't know what's worse, your anger or your silence.
we were all scared of you.
the only person who doesn't know how selfish you are is you.
you weren't the only one grieving.
we all know who they're going to side with.
i spent more time defending you than you ever spent defending me.
nobody talks about what happened because they're afraid you'll leave again.
why is everyone afraid of upsetting you?
we're related. that doesn't mean we're close.
she lingers in the doorframe , arms loosely crossed over her chest , watching the way in which the other is so fixated on the items before him . she's almost certain he'd have preferred to be left alone , but there's no harm in checking in , she presumes . ❛ why don't you come out of there and at least stretch your legs a little ? ❜ she suggests . ❛ and since you asked , for once , yes , there is actually something i do need , which is dinner . ❜ she answers , averting her gaze ever so slightly . ❛ care to accompany me in finding a donor ? ❜
@cynicalmastermind / x
Right. She didn't feed like he did. Though he is further agitated by her suggestion, Wesker knows that exercise would do him well. He has been cooped up in this lab for a little longer than planned and though he was content with staying here, it was not beneficial to his health. If he was to recover from the injuries sustained the last time he faced off with Chris, he'd need to stop being such a recluse.
"I suppose I could help." The company would do him some good too. There were very few that he could tolerate in his space nowadays, but he valued them. "Do you mind if I remove the mask? It is getting warm under here." He would prefer to keep it on as he wasn't keen on people seeing the marks of his greatest shame, but scars needed to breathe if they were to heal and he would not have his healing factor make this reminder permanent.
only idiots believe what they read in the paper. (ok no joke this is something she would say lol )
ʜᴏᴡʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ ► accepting
"Certainly." Was it because he was currently reading one at this very moment? It's a tad funny, he'll admit, but it did irk him a little because some part of him — a part he'll never acknowledge — has taken it as a personal insult.
"But one must also recognize that not everything in the paper is a lie... and even those that are, are often based on some fraction of truth. It is why one would do well to research the topic instead of taking it at face value." She was right. Stories in the papers are often stretched and twisted and contorted into whatever shape they can fit to make the story more enticing, but if one knew where to look — or how — the papers could yield a mine's worth of knowledge.
Take, for instance, the obituaries; not every entry here involves cause of death, but some do and they're usually local. Here, Wesker can tell what company has been up to what in his absence. He knows what writing to look for and can plan accordingly. After all, he was still trying to lay low.
The scientist sets down the newspaper, folded neatly before him. The silver mask on his face displays no emotion and no direction, but it is clear he is looking at the woman.
"To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"