Dr. Albert Wesker

Indie RP blog.

[novus-ordo-seclorem]

Thinking of.. coming back to roleplaying on Tumblr for awhile. I don't have time to sit at a PC all day waiting for posts. I like the long form, allows me to have time ot think, to build scenery, get into the mind better.

But I haven't made tumblr codes in forever and I don't know what to do. Do I just.. start? LOL

Hello I'm almost 40 years old and I like to write stories with random people I don't know.

[cutecipher]

how it feels to be stressed out almost 100% of the time

[waltzingbi]

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

[novus-ordo-seclorem]

Man...

I really miss 47xDiana. or 47x literally anyone.

I'm slowly warming up to the idea that he is, in fact, capable of sexual attachment. Just emotional ones are more difficult. But when he can have both, it's intense. It's debilitating. Electrifying.

I miss that.

[grave-ng]

when his gaze softens

[iifares]

[vexwerewolf]

>enters the DJ booth >says he's here "for the next set" >spins half of one song, fucks up the lighting cues so bad someone dies >refuses to elaborate >leaves

Hitman 3 truly DOES have the most realistic video game nightclub.

[reslutcitate]

no no no no NO not the small neglected dragon whose harness is making him bleed shyly asking for help PLEASE HAVE MERCY

[strifentineweek]

Strifentine Week 2026 ➤ JULY 7th – 13th

The second annual Strifentine Week starts in just FOUR WEEKS!

GUIDELINES · FAQ · DIRECTORY

@ffviifandomcalendar

Prompt list text under the cut. ⤵

DAY 1 · short prompts: Evocation / Vessel · long prompt: "as you see fit"

DAY 2 · short prompts: Facsimile / Prototype · long prompt: "the one and only"

DAY 3 · short prompts: Weapon / Instrument · long prompt: "pull the trigger"

DAY 4 · short prompts: Modification / Convalescence · long prompt: "too early to give up"

DAY 5 · short prompts: Lifetime / Experience · long prompt: "do whatever I can"

DAY 6 · short prompts: Crescendo / Absolution · long prompt: "the rest is in your hands"

DAY 7 · short prompts: Stability / Refuge · long prompt: "bring it home"

[novus-ordo-seclorem]

Bros, I don't give a shit what you think but I'm gonna say it. Stellar Blade's New gal looks like a literal toddler head fastened onto a grown ass woman's body. Get therapy. Fucking weirdos. Ugh.

[stubblebrilliant]

"I didn't choose my path. Nor am I risking my life for it" "Sephiroth, you look thin."

"Depending on what happens, I may abandon Shinra"

An old sketch of Seph done last year.

Pale and colourless, he is the sadness itself.

[chamjo178]

[andyacklesspn]

[bribinart]

“The hunter did not hate the wolf. The wolf did not hate the sheep. But violence felt inevitable between them. Perhaps, I thought, this was the way of the world.”

(prints)

[novus-ordo-seclorem]

More than anything, I'm angry at my late brother. Angry because he had time to get his shit together, but he didn't. He could have had anything in the world, but he wasted away his entire life on choosing to be a victim of his own delusions. But then... any time anyone, his parents, even me, challenged him on his beliefs, he'd push away and get pissed off.

I'm angry. Which only solidifies the only true thing: you can't choose who you're related to by blood. But you can choose your own family, when you're grown. And the one that helped me in my life. That's who I choose. My sis, Momo. My dad, Richard. God, I miss you, Lisa.

This shit just isn't fair...

[chamjo178]

[novus-ordo-seclorem]

Personal.

t.w. death in the family... again.

read under the cut if you care. Just.. need to vent.

This year has been challenging from the get-go. From the very start I knew it wasn't going to be fantastic. Everything has been steadily sliding horribly into death and renewal... and everything in between. But I just feel.... in a tailspin. Like everything keeps hitting me, again and again.

My friend who is like a sister to me, whose mother was like my own, lost her mother in February. It was known it was coming. She suffered from alzheimer's. It was a slow descent and to watch her deteriorate was gut-wrenching and infuriatingly unfair....

Today... I got the news that my brother has been found dead in his home by his adopted mom.

Accidental death, they're saying. Not a suicide. So.

My brother, who I wanted so badly to reach out to. My brother who was separated from me when we were little. Five years older than me. My big brother, who I wished I had my whole life, someone to look after me and watch over me. My poor, damaged, tormented, mentally disabled brother, who struggled with his creative genius and his depression and manic anxiety and delusions. He was too broken to be my brother but he was still the only family I had left... and still. Still. I find myself feeling both sorrow... and anger... than now there is no chance he'll get the help he needs. No chance he'll be better. And I'm left feeling like I am cursed. That all that I love is being slowly drained away. And for what? I'm afraid.. I'm afraid that all of this pain and this turmoil is just going to leave me feeling numb. And that isn't fair to the people who are still with me.

I wanted my brother to be my brother. Instead, I have the story of a memory that isn't mine. Of finding his body decomposing in a room. Because he didn't want anybody around. No friends to check on him. Family who he kept at arm's length. And for whatever reason, he cut himself off from me (again) and.... I have never gotten to say goodbye... and I feel horrible. Did I make him ashamed? Did I make him feel like he was a burden to me? Because I hope not. I just wanted him to be fucking happy... I just wanted him to lift himself out of the clutches of his mania and reach - reach for the hands being offered. To get rid of this directionless anger, and stop hurting his mother and father that took him in... He was *loved*. He just didn't want to accept it. Spoiled rotten, loved, but... still. Somehow. Broken.

I hope he's happy now.

I'm still here.