G virologist

This is an RP/Ask blog for William Birkin from the Resident Evil series. FC is Jesse Spencer. Mun & Muse are both over the age of 21. Blog contains some triggering and NSFW material. Profile and character information can be found h e r e. This blog follows the tag: g v i r o l o g i s t

[catslock-deactivated20250510]

i’m terribly sorry

[g-virologist]

Glomps William when no one is looking because she missed him. "Will, we need to do something together later."

[ ☣ ] — 

          The unexpected assault, albeit as playfully innocent as it had been intended, still caught the doctor by surprise as William jolted suddenly to turn and face the culprit.          However upon discovering the guilty party, a slight smirk tugged at the edge of his lips.

         Of course it was Ada. The spy had a keen knack for sneaking up on him at odd times. It seemed that the woman has missed his company while he had been abroad for research.

“Is this a need, or is this a want?The two definitions are very different.”

[g-virologist]

So, it looks like Al is going to be stuck in Jury Duty all day which means he has the car. Unfortunately, that leaves me without transportation to work... which is ironically enough rather fortunate for me because now I get to cal lout and get a free day off! WOO!

So since I’m back now,I know I have some threads that I left unfinished but since it’s been a while, I’m just gonna set those aside. Unless you guys wanna drop me a message or something and we can try to pick things up again. That’s cool too. Other then that, I’m totally open to start some new plots!

[g-virologist]

I gotta do some cleaning up around here before I jump back into things. So don’t mind the mess.

[g-virologist]

[g-virologist]

☣ — Albert Wesker and William Birkin where two of the most promising researchers of Umbrella, under the direction of James Marcus. ☣ — In 1988, two members of Umbrella’s security team broke into the director’s lab, gunning him down and leaving the man for dead while the two young researchers taunted him as he bled out on the floor.

[g-virologist]

Computer is finally fixed. ..and by fixed, I mean I ended up getting a new one. -awkwardly waves and slips back into the lab like nothing happened-

[g-virologist]

internet is still kinda broke I dunno it won't let me connect wirelessly so I have my laptop connected via ethernet cable sorry for being MIA for so long work has me going crazy and I'm going to working 60 hour weeks so... yeah... -- kill me I'll try and get some drafts done but no promises this is the only day I have off and I have so much stuff to try and get done

[g-virologist]

yes hello I am a horrible RPer who takes forever to get anything done because I am literally human garbage

[equinoks]

put 'babe' in my ask if you'd date me

[captainofalltheships]

Send me an OTP

and I will give you my headcanon of:

Who’s the messiest one:

Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA:

Who’s the funniest drunk:

Who texts the most:

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music:

Who reads the most:

Who’s better with kids:

Who’s the one that fixes things around the house:

Who’s got the weirdest hobby:

Who cooks and who cleans up:

[umbrellacorporation1]

[g-virologist]

a psa about memes:

if we’ve never interacted, send the meme.

if we interact all the time, send the meme.

if you’re not sure if I ship it, send the meme.

if you’re not sure if it fits, send the meme.

if you’ve sent me a meme before, send another.

if you’ve sent me a thousand memes, send another.

if in double, send the meme.

I love memes. all the memes. forever.

[argpara-moved]

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you:

who the fuck put the peeps in the microwave

who forgot to put the cat outside before sex

who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit

who breaks the most phones

who dies first

which one I could see as being lactose intollerant

who thinks they can do something really well even though they can’t

who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed

who uses the computer most

[everything-resident-evil]

[dearlokigodofmischief-archive]

Dislocated Shoulders

[dearlokigodofmischief-archive]

  ♔—-Loki couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He couldn’t exactly blame William, as the doctor had no knowledge of his life or his abilities. Even still, Loki had been through more than enough war to know how to deal with injuries like dislocated shoulders and injuries that consisted of much worse.

"Trust me, I know how to place a shoulder back into socket. You wouldn’t be the first person I’ve had to assist," Loki said in a calm fashion as he reached forward and took William’s wrist lightly within his grasp. He couldn’t put too much pressure into his grip, otherwise he may very well break or even crush the doctor’s bones. Loki didn’t look like much, but his size was nothing short of a visual deception. His strength, especially to Midgardians, shined as something remarkable.

He pulled on William’s wrist and a firm yet gentle manner, making sure to pull the limb into the proper alignment so his shoulder could reset back into its proper position without causing further pain or damage. Once William popped his shoulder back into its proper position, Loki released him, cocking his brows. “See? All better now. Well, your arm is probably going to be sore for a while, but other than that? You should be good to go.”

[g-virologist]

[ ☣ ] —        He wasn't in much of a position to argue, nor to be picky when it came to assistance. But if there's anything that William has come to learn, is that all -- if not, most -- people are idiots.        If worse comes to worse, he'll find a way to fix it later on. Right now though, something was better then nothing at all. "Well at least that's reassuring."        The doctor goes still when the other man takes hold of his wrist. William gives himself a silent count to three before taking a deep breath as the limb is hyper-extended with a loud 'crack' just as it's shifted back into it's proper position. He can't help but to wince, biting down on his lower lip to stifle the muttered swear under his breath.        It takes him a moment, but William decides to to try and rotate his arm again just to make sure the joints are all lined up correctly. "Thanks."        The appreciation is genuine and the doctor actually offers a small smile, reaching back to massage his shoulder a bit. Nothing too painful, but he's got something to take to help with the annoyance. "Are you... new? Or something? I just don't think I've seen you around. Or maybe I have. Sorry, I'm kinda terrible at remembering names and faces."       

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