First time drawing wesker kinda nervous
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First time drawing wesker kinda nervous
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The One and Only
thinking about what Jill went through after waking up from cryosleep is much scarier to me than anything i saw in RE5
It's just a cigarette and it cannot be that bad
vampire wesker and jill
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he's actually holding me. hissss.
god requires sacrifice
Weskertine Week Masterlist
Due to an overwhelming amount of support, we are excited to announce that Weskertine week will be happening! All the information for the event can be found in this masterpost, so please read!
"I don't look like a ghost, do I?" Someone is not getting any sleep soon.
Albert Wesker in Resident Evil HD Remaster(2015)
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i love making art
my biggest word of advice to anyone scared to post their work/ocs/involve themselves in creative spaces online is to earnestly get interested in other people. be kind to others, like/reblog their work, tell them what you like about their work, get to know them as people.
this isn’t to “weasel” your way into anything or having ulterior motives or whatever. if you become friends with someone then that’s great! but there’s always something very personal about posting any kind of creative work. we’re all trying our best to connect with each other and the best way to get comfortable is to get to know others and show up as yourself. 🫶🏾
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Twinkle twinkle little star ⭐️
Dear dead Spencer.
You regarded Birkin and me as expendable material, as tools for achieving your own goals. We saw for ourselves how you could raise a person, use his talent, appropriate his work… and dispose of him once he became inconvenient. We always despised people like you: old managers and bureaucrats, lords, all those corporate old men who judge by status and title rather than by results. To me, that is repulsive. I respect strength, intellect, efficiency. And you were a typical wealthy aristocrat, sitting at the top and commanding the discoveries of others.
Both Birkin and I understood that Umbrella does not reward geniuses – it devours them.
You dreamed of creating a new "superior" breed of humans through the virus, and we, the "Wesker children", were merely part of your program. I admit, for me, that was a monstrous revelation. All my life, I had built myself as a sovereign individual.
Intellect.
Volition.
Discipline...
And then it turned out that, from the very beginning, I had been designed by someone else. You shattered my conviction that I had created myself.
I could have endured many things: filthy experiments, betrayal, political games. But I could not endure the thought that my life had not been my own design.
Your goal was, in a way, religious: to reshape humanity and approach your own version of divine power. Project W was part of your dream of a world of the "gifted" and the "worthy", raised according to your ideals. Years later, when I found myself in your mansion, I expected to see behind Project W a figure of colossal scale – a demiurge equal to his own design. Instead, I found only a dying, helpless old man.
To me, that was especially vile. In that moment, I saw that the man who had spent his whole life playing God had never managed to overcome human insignificance himself.
You thought I belonged to you. But I belong only to myself.
I killed you as one final reminder of my chains. They are gone now.