lair of scylla.

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, ❲ . . . ❳ 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪

[godstrain]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑?

#godstrain. albert wesker of biohazard/resident evil. by percival (he/him, 30+).

⎛ affiliated with . . . ⎠ @forgotten-retrouvaille . @novelresilience . ❲ . . . ❳

this blog is 18+ only. * mobile rules are under the cut!

research file. additional studies.

gonna rewrite these rules but uh. this is the indie version of @/starsplagued, this one came first actually.

for the basics:

i'm percy, i'm normal about wesker. i've been on tumblr forever. don't be weird, all that good stuff thanks. i'm also an artist. i do art, it's tagged whats my art tag because i used to have fancy tags and now i do not.

if you want a different flavor of blond science guy i also write zeno on @/ceraunios which is like writing wesker but a little different.

i look forward to writing with you guys!

[godstrain]

Didn’t really know of you until doing Zero City, but I consider you a good friend. And hoping for great interactions in the future whether here or in Pokemon.

first impressions

ZERO CITY LIVES RENT FREE IN MY HEAD shoutout to celeste's train chase / akira slide oughe so iconic! believe me we will have plenty of interactions here and there, violet mansion gives us plenty to work with there and my god if this is an invitation for me to word vomit at u about zeno and grace then be prepared i can get really intense about it ❤️

[godstrain]

It's been 13 years, but I still remember the first time we met ages ago in the Pokemon fandom.

You were young, imaginative and so very creative with everything. It had been a little intimidating. But all it took was my muse offering your muse a rose and that was how our friendship started.

I think back then I looked at people through the lens of which muses they chose to roleplay as. So, there was a little bit of intimidation coupled with the shyness of meeting new people holding me back at first. But we basically both said FUCK IT. Lol we are still friends even now. It's been a WHILE.

I'm so glad we connected. I got to be there for you through a lot and same for you with me.

My first impression might have been summed up as 'scary little guy'.

Though nowadays it's morphed into my one and only little brother whom I'd toss bodies into volatile chemicals for (that poor Uber driver in Boston was probably scarred for life).

first impressions meme

my god yeah that poor uber driver. listen back in the day at the ripe old age of 19 i was able to lock in writing but yeah my god we have been world building together forever and i love u so much

i have always been drawn to people with passion for their muses and we have followed each other through fandoms and just like any annoying lovable sibling you're never going to be free of me now. ily so much

[wonderful-rp-resources]

What is your first impression of the mun of this blog?

Feel free to send on or off anon!

[godstrain]

i feel like i've made this post before but anyone who remembers hmrtia is allowed a veteran discount on interactions with me

[godstrain]

ok i'm out and about meeting with @zorkaya today but writing will happen some time this week!

[godstrain]

now that i have a double space generator that doesnt mess up the other formatting and i can use color im goin g to be UNSTOPPABLE

[godstrain]

Send "gun mirror" for receiver to force sender to hold a gun to receiver’s head in a mocking way. (Works best when sender is scared and trembling *eyes*)

a  little  violence.

cassiopeia  clay  is  a  shaking  mess.  covered  in  blood,  because  the  entire  mission's  gone  to  shit.  she  came  to  him  with  accusations  of  his  goals,  and  he'd  been  so  exhausted  from  it  all.  he  tried  to  come  up  with  a  better  plan.  to  train  harder.  to  investigate  just  what  sort  of  things  were  going  on  at  arklay  before  bravo  team  went  in,  and  still,  the  entire  mission  went  to  shit.

so  much  for  sticking  it  to  umbrella.  it's  just  him  and  cass  now  in  the  room.  chris  has  already  taken  rebecca.  he  anticipates  that  they'll  meet  up  with  jill  and  barry  and  get  the  hell  out.  he's  going  to  die  here  with  cassiopeia  clay,  and  all  of  her  rage  and  the  knowledge  that  she  was  right,  and  in  the  end  his  team  was  gone  and  ...

he's  so  fucking  tired.

he  takes  her  hand,  the  one  holding  her  samurai  edge,  and  moves  it  so  that  her  gun  is  pressed  against  his  temple.  ❝  go  on.  if  you  don't  do  this  now,  you'll  never  get  the  chance.  ❞  he  knows  he  shouldn't  be  so  calm,  but  he  grew  up  with  the  understanding  that  failure  was  a  one  way  ticked  to  the  labs.  to  the  shots  and  the  screams  and  he'd  rather  die  than  face  that.

death  is  a  mercy,  something  like  that.  it's  death  or  being  on  the  run  from  umbrella  forever.  carrying  the  guilt  of  all  of  this  when  he  barely  understands  it.  ❝  the  way  out  should  be  clear  by  now,  but  you  have  to  act  fast.  ❞  his  blue  eyes  look  paler  than  usual.  like  the  eyes  of  the  dead.  he's  a  dead  man  no  matter  what  happens.  he  wants  death.  he  wants  death  because  he's  done  everything  that  he  really  feared.  he  took  the  love  and  admiration  of  his  team  and  he  fucking  ruined  it,  because  that's  all  he  knows  how  to  do.

❝  please,  ❞  he  doesn't  know  what  to  do  with  the  grief.  he  doesn't  know  what  to  do  with  it,  just  like  he  didn't  know  what  to  do  with  the  love  he  was  given  in  what  felt  like  a  lifetime  ago.  he  wants  death.  at  least  ...  ❝  i  don't  want  this  life-  ❞

[godstrain]

Send "gun tilt" for sender to tilt receivers chin up with a gun.

a bit of violence

the  residents  have  already  called  a  code  silver.  the  patients  are  frightened  and  the  entire  hospital's  on  lockdown,  and  they  can't  do  anything  about  the  fact  that  dr.  wilde  is  outside  with  the  gunman.  of  course  he  is,  because  this  guy  clearly  had  it  out  for  him.  the  way  he  lunged  at  the  doctor  made  it  look  like  this  was  personal  ⎛ and  it  was.  if  only  they  knew.  ⎠albert  wilde  had  never  told  his  residents  about  his  past.  as  far  as  they  knew,  he  was  somewhere  in  his  30s  and  had  been  a  child  prodigy,  he'd  been  in  some  awful  accident  that  left  him  with  scars  and  a  prosthetic  arm,  and  he  was  by  far  the  best  doctor  they  had  on  staff  ⎛ with  the  most  questionable  bedside  manner  that  they'd  ever  seen  ⎠-  they  definitely  didn't  know  he  was  albert  wesker,  that  he  was  past  his  60s,  and  that  pretty  much  everything  that  he  had  taught  them  about  was  his  own  goddamn  fault. 

so  what  they  saw  was  their  best  doctor  pinned  against  the  wall  by  some  big,  gruff  looking  guy  with  a  gun. 

wesker  had  been  caught  off  guard  by  the  whole  ordeal,  too.  ever  since  he'd  clawed  his  way  out  of  that  volcano,  he'd  done  his  best  to  take  back  the  life  that  spencer  had  stolen  from  him.  because  he  had  been  a  frightened  child  all  those  years  ago,  and  that  had  stayed  with  him.  so  he'd  remade  himself  as  best  he  could,  and  life  was  manageable  ⎛ with  some  nasty  symptoms  here  and  there,  he  learned  to  quarantine  himself  and  keep  that  away  from  his  co-workers,  too  ⎠-  he  couldn't  say  that  life  was  good,  but  it  was  certainly  better  than  before. 

chris  redfield  was  an  old  ache,  someone  who  he  had  missed,  someone  who  he  had  been  so  obsessed  with  that  it  consumed  him.  chris  used  to  look  up  to  him,  and  he  had  thought  for  a  time  that  maybe,  just  maybe  he  could  be  captain  of  s.t.a.r.s.,  and  nothing  would  go  wrong.  which  was  a  stupid  thought;  umbrella  had  always  been  watching  him,  and  they  had  a  way  with  ruining  every  good  thing  in  literally  anyone's  life.  yes,  chris  had  been  a  good  thing.  maybe  the  best  thing  that  had  ever  happened  to  wesker,  and  he'd  fucked  it  up  beyond  imagination. 

now,  he  had  a  gun  in  his  face.  rather,  a  gun  against  his  chin,  forcing  him  to  look  up  at  the  man  he  had  betrayed  from  where  he  was  pinned  against  the  wall;  half  slumped  and  rather  dazed.  he  runs  through  the  scenarios  in  his  head.  chris  could  shoot  him.  it  would  scare  the  hell  out  of  everyone,  and  then  there  would  be  a  whole  new  issue-  a  lockdown  because  of  a  massive  biohazard.  he'd  regenerate  and  he'd  be  thrown  into  some  cell  in  a  dark  basement  to  rot.  maybe  he  deserved  that.  maybe  he  was  afraid  of  that.  or  maybe  he  was  afraid  of  whatever  feelings  were  stirring  in  him,  because  he  knows  he  did  this.  he  led  chris  down  this  path,  and  that's  not  how  it  should  be. 

❝  chris  -  ❞  he  hates  how  tired  he  sounds.  he  should  fight  back,  but  …  hasn't  he  caused  enough  pain?  isn't  this  what  he's  tried  so  hard  to  escape?  ❝  if  you're  going  to  shoot  me,  at  least  don't  do  it  in  front  of  a  hospital.  ❞  distant,  resigned.  he's  not  afraid  of  being  shot-  that's  happened  plenty  of  times.  and  albert  wesker  wouldn't  care  about  what  sort  of  collateral  would  be  left  in  the  wake  of  it,  but  albert  wilde?  he  was  supposed  to  be  someone  at  least  marginally  better  than  that.                            

[onlinewifey-deactivated20140318]

A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care

[lizkeen]

ODDLY SPECIFIC INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS PART IV. ( A collection of action and dialogue based roleplay prompts. Feel free to add information if you want. )

Send a dialogue tag and/or a # for reverse aka for receiver perform a chosen action on sender.

OBJECTS.

Send "knife trail" for sender to trail a knife along receiver collar bone.

Send "gun tilt" for sender to tilt receivers chin up with a gun.

Send "knife hand" for sender to stab a knife between receivers fingers.

Send "bat" for sender to smash a bat against head.

Send "axe" for sender to throw an axe at chained up receiver.

Send "roulette" for sender to play russian roulette with receiver for information.

Send "crossbow" for sender to shoot receiver with an arrow while they are running away.

Send "sling" for sender to choke receiver in a sling.

Send "plane" for sender to hold receivers head out of a plane.

Send "crossbow" to hold receiver at gunpoint with a crossbow.

Send "flail" to taunt receiver with a flail.

PHYSICAL.

Send "finger trail" for sender to trail their finger along receivers temple.

Send "grip" for sender to harshly grab receivers chin between their fingers.

Send "smash" for sender to smash receivers head against a wall.

Send "throat" for sender to hold receiver against a wall and cut off their oxygen.

Send "finger" for sender to bend receivers fingers back.

Send "chains" for sender to chain receiver up and torture them.

Send "yank" for sender to grab receivers hair and yank their head back.

Send "slavic squat" for sender to slavic squat down in front of receiver, taunting them.

Send "corner" for sender to walk toward receiver, cornering them.

Send "hand offer" for sender to hold out hand to receiver after they have tortured/hurt them.

Send "gun mirror" for sender to force receiver to hold a gun to senders head in a mocking way. (Works best when receiver is scared and trembling *eyes*)

LOCATIONS.

Send "mausoleum" for sender to kidnap receiver and take them to a mausoleum.

Send "forest" for sender to take receiver to a forest and tell them to run, hunting them down.

Send "boat" for sender to kidnap receiver and hold them captive ono a boat drifting away on the ocean.

Send "alley" for sender to finally have cornered receiver in an alley after hunting them down.

Send "house" for sender to show up at receiver's house after receiver had just run for their life from them.

Send "hunt" for sender to have hunted receiver for multiple weeks, now finally having found them.

[houndw0lf]

🍆 (he looks strangely like some greek statue laying against whatever silks he's chosen for this. it's definitely intentional)

It was one of the first times Chris has left Albert Wesker unmonitored and alone ever since he'd accidentally stumbled into the man's life, thinking he was long dead. The ping on his phone immediately grabbed his attention because... well, why wouldn't it?

When he opened it, though, the heat rose quickly on his cheeks and he had to stare at his phone screen for a long several seconds before he could process what he was looking at.

Not that he was complaining.

Chris had pictured him like this more than once--it was like the version of Wesker that had lived in his brain back in 1998 had come to life. Statuesque, with more production value than he would have expected from anyone else. He sucked in a breath and typed out his reply:

I thought you gave up on godhood.

[rpmemegraveyard]

The 'yes or no' game.

Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.

[godstrain]

we know that every so often he's doing the hellish 24 hour shift that doctors seem to be subjected to and in the break room when it's dark his eyes glow...

[gloomglimmer]

say some nice things in the tags about the person you reblogged this from.

[godstrain]

post 5 wesker on a post it note at work.

[absolmemes]

☾ tension action prompts.

hostility, provocation, you name it. featuring both actions and scenarios where tension can fester; add +reverse to reverse the roles.

✧ sender grips receiver's wrist long enough to make a point. ✧ sender laughs in receiver's face. ✧ sender grabs receiver by the collar. ✧ sender refuses to break eye contact with receiver. ✧ sender "accidentally" bumps into receiver and doesn't apologize. ✧ sender grips receiver's jaw. ✧ sender pulls receiver back by the waistband. ✧ sender shoves receiver into a surface. ✧ sender clenches their fists at receiver. ✧ sender tilts their head condescendingly at receiver. ✧ sender straightens to their full height in front of receiver. ✧ sender follows receiver outside after a blow-up. ✧ sender gets in receiver's face and won't back off. ✧ sender cracks their knuckles while holding eye contact with receiver. ✧ sender lowers their voice when receiver raises theirs. ✧ sender blatantly sizes receiver up. ✧ sender stares silently at receiver. ✧ sender presses on receiver's bruises. ✧ sender shoulder-checks receiver hard enough to knock them off balance. ✧ sender bumps receiver's cue while lining up a shot at a pool table. ✧ sender knocks receiver's phone out of their hand. ✧ sender kicks receiver under the table. ✧ sender wipes something off receiver's face. ✧ sender corners receiver and refuses to give them space. ✧ sender drags receiver into a bathroom to talk privately. ✧ sender pins receiver while roughhousing. ✧ sender deliberately spills their drink onto receiver. ✧ sender begrudgingly tends to receiver's injury. ✧ sender challenges receiver to a drinking game. ✧ sender steps closer every time receiver tries to disengage. ✧ sender is stuck sharing a bed with receiver when the motel overbooks. ✧ sender has to work overnight watch duty with receiver. ✧ sender challenges receiver's story and makes them prove it. ✧ sender competes with receiver at a shooting range. ✧ sender argues with receiver while trying to put up a tent. ✧ sender is trapped with receiver in a stopped elevator. ✧ sender challenges receiver to arm-wrestle. ✧ sender and receiver are snowed in overnight together. ✧ sender is stuck with receiver on a stalled ferris wheel. ✧ sender tries to one-up receiver at carnival games.