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@progenitormade
An independent, selective roleplay blog for Dr. Albert Wesker of Resident Evil and Dead by Daylight. Multimuse, multiship, multiverse, and multi pretty much everything else friendly.
18+ only. Minors and personal/non-RP blogs please do not interact.
Worshipped by Luna-- 30+, she/her
carrd | promo | meme tag | headcanons
My mental state is constantly bouncing back and forth between returning to Tumblr and the inexplicable desire to completely abandon the RPC in its entirety right now so... I'm dealing with that I guess.
So I'm working on that multi. I just caught some sort of viral crud and feel like garbage.
But eventually, Wesker will be moving to @umbrellasleftovers with my other RE muses. If you're looking for Dead by Daylight content, I'm also reworking my other multi, @lethalpursuit so that's a thing too.
Reblogging to announce at a) I'm still alive, b) this is still happening, and c) I'm still not over this sickness but fuck it we ball.
So I'm working on that multi. I just caught some sort of viral crud and feel like garbage.
But eventually, Wesker will be moving to @umbrellasleftovers with my other RE muses. If you're looking for Dead by Daylight content, I'm also reworking my other multi, @lethalpursuit so that's a thing too.
i said what i said, period
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*looks at poll results*
Y'all really crave that much chaos, huh
Another muse?
No.
Krauser
Piers
Excella
Annette
Heisenberg
Parker
Somebody else
Choose chaos and put them all on a multi
Do I make a blog for a second muse?
And if so, who?
@noonegetsleftbehind from [x]
The expression on the blond's face is somewhere between a smirk and a sneer as he stares down at the other man from behind his sunglasses.
"Miss me, darling?"
The arm lifts, bringing Chris along with it, held by the throat as though he were nothing more than a toy. "You haven't changed a bit, have you? Still chasing that tiny little hope that anything you do matters." His laugh is utterly devoid of joy as he tosses the larger man aside like a ragdoll-- he can catch missiles, Chris Redfield may as well be a fly in his grasp.
"You can't save the world, Chris... Not from me. Not even from yourself."
In truth, Chris had had nightmares for years of this very moment. None of them really did justice to the actually sickening, sinking feeling of pure dread that he felt coursing through his entire body right now. He doesn't have a chance to move before his breath hitches in his throat with a quick gasp as the other grabs him by the throat.
He tries to prepare himself for the toss, a grunt escaping him as he hits his back into a wall. He groans, bringing himself to his knees and standing to face the other. Brown eyes narrow and every nerve of his body stands on edge. "Wesker. Still pretending like you matter. Look at everything that's gone on without you. You have no impact on me or the rest of the goddamn world."
"Gone on without me?" He arches a brow. "Have they? Or were you simply too blinded by what was right in front of your face to look at the whole picture?"
He stands, unmoving, watching the other with that same, practiced disinterest. "I was there, Chris. I was always there. Surely you didn't really believe I was dead? That you and your little friends could eliminate me that easily? Allow me to remind you: I AM YOUR GOD."
He pauses. "They used my work as the foundation for their own. How do you think they acquired it? Would I be so reckless as to simply leave research accessible to any passersby curious enough to click a few keys? Would my notes truly be readily decipherable, much less unencrypted and without a failsafe to ensure no one but me could access them? Do you think me a child?
"Where did they get that research from, Chris? Use your brain, now, I know that's hard for you...."
Small headcanon of the night because I can't believe I haven't posted this yet:
Wesker smoked clove cigarettes for most of his life. Flavored cigarettes weren't banned in the United States until 2009, which is when Resident Evil 5 takes place, so he never lost access to them. He started smoking in college and just... Never stopped.
How much he smoked, and how often, varies greatly depending on what point he's at in the storyline, his stress levels, and who he's around-- he smoked most when he was stressed, when he was younger, and when he was by himself or with one of the very few people he trusts.
He's careful to make sure he doesn't smell like an ashtray everywhere he goes-- he does not under any circumstances smoke in his car, only very rarely smokes at work at all... But every great once in a while, a very discerning nose can pick up a faint hint of clove and smoke on him.
Hey fun fact did y'all know nipple grafts have been around since the 1940s
Actually, reblogging my own post to add another headcanon:
Despite the availability of nipple grafting, when he had top surgery, Wesker elected not to get nipple grafts.
Hey fun fact did y'all know nipple grafts have been around since the 1940s
Headcanon dump I literally copied and pasted into one post from my multi under the cut
-Wesker enjoys spiders and snakes. They’re the only animals he would ever consider keeping as pets-- in fact, in Raccoon City he had a Brazilian black tarantula named Neith, who lived to the ripe old age of 19.
-He’s an excellent cook, and will absolutely prepare elaborate meals for himself for no reason other than because he can.
-He believes strongly in treating himself. One example of an indulgence he allows himself is a hot bath after a long day, with lavender oil and perhaps some bubbles. Relaxation is important to him.
-He does yoga, pilates, and tai chi. He also practices several forms of martial arts.
-Wesker will drink coffee, but prefers tea. Loose leaf only. And he is extremely exact in his preparation. It has to be perfect.
-Homeboy loves soup. Not canned. Like actual homemade soup. His favorites are lobster bisque and gazpacho.
-Wesker’s date of birth is December 1st, 1961
-He has no real memory of his birth parents. He was taken from them at the age of 1. Even that young, his genius was evident-- he was speaking full sentences and had the vocabulary of a five year old.
-His birth name is not Albert Wesker. His birth parents named him [REDACTED] Asher, but when he was brought into Project W he was given an entirely new identity. He has no memory of the child he used to be.
-As part of his upbringing, he was taught early on to deaden and hide his emotions. The cold, calculating façade he puts up is often just that-- a façade, intended to disguise what he’s actually thinking and feeling. Crying and whining was not tolerated amongst the Wesker children and would be punished.
-The environment the Wesker children were raised in was highly competitive. Victory and superiority were praised as core values. There were no attempts to foster camaraderie between the children-- even after the death of the others, Albert and Alex were at best distant. Albert became quite ruthless and hungry for power and victory as a result of this, and has never learned how to appropriately accept loss and failure.
-Play was also discouraged among the children of Project W-- they were not given toys, or dolls or bears to cuddle with. As a result, Wesker doesn’t know how to play most games. He learned a few card games during his time in the Army, but that’s really it. He’s also never been to a movie theater, amusement park, skating rink... You name it.
-The Progenitor virus severely limited Wesker’s ability to produce natural tears. He is incapable of crying and his eyes are generally quite dry, which causes him physical discomfort near-constantly. He relies heavily on eye drops and nearly always has some on his person, in his desk, beside his bed, etc.
-I'm giving Wesker a tattoo bc he deserves it. He's got a giant Ouroboros serpent on his shoulder, running about halfway down his upper arm.... Conveniently still able to be covered up by the rolled-up sleeves of his S.T.A.R.S. uniform.
Where you get them sunglasses? Sunglass Hut?
"They're custom."
Boy, who is your TAILOR that suit be fittin like a glove.
"No one you could afford, I assure you."
@noonegetsleftbehind from [x]
The expression on the blond's face is somewhere between a smirk and a sneer as he stares down at the other man from behind his sunglasses.
"Miss me, darling?"
The arm lifts, bringing Chris along with it, held by the throat as though he were nothing more than a toy. "You haven't changed a bit, have you? Still chasing that tiny little hope that anything you do matters." His laugh is utterly devoid of joy as he tosses the larger man aside like a ragdoll-- he can catch missiles, Chris Redfield may as well be a fly in his grasp.
"You can't save the world, Chris... Not from me. Not even from yourself."
Beautiful, sexy, hot, amazing, problematic, daddy😫😫😫
Also, look at his forearms 😭😭
