#fcrrokinetic

[bastardsunlight]

This ship has 200% more sunglasses than anything else I have ever shipped lmao

@fcrrokinetic vis a vis weskerberg

[shireentheunburnt]

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[elisethetraveller]

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"In what world.... In what world would you ever need-- or want-- to hold my hand, Elise? I'm genuinely curious."

Oddly enough curiosity was the exact reason why she would want to. “Call it an effort to sate my own curiosity. I promise my hand doesn’t bite.” The pale, scarred limp in mention was held forth, slender fingers waving mischievously.

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[hallucineugenics-a]

For @fcrrokinetic​

It had been a month since Donna had so bared her insecurities to Heisenberg. A month of fretting, wringing hands and mad desire. He had returned to the factory as he said he would, nearly having to peel the other off him as she begged and pleaded for him to stay. There was much work to do, BUT, they would be together again, he reassured her with that smoke tasting smile. Donna knew this, but her mind chewed itself into a frenzy by his absence. She had begun to call his telephone incessantly. Each time it rang without answer just another insult to her person. To hear his voice once more made her queasy with longing and yet, his tone was curt. He was a busy man he reiterated time and time again. Donna whined about her loneliness. How it so ate her very core. How she was mad without him until the bow broke. He had agreed to return for an afternoon under the guise of repairing her dilapidated house. It wouldn’t be enough. It could never be enough.

Donna had been hunched by her front porch since the early morning. Unperturbed by the cold and the wind and the roar of the waterfall. Angie sat beside her, small face wrought with concern, trying to ease her mistress in any way that she was capable of. Only when his silhouette crested into view did Donna rise, hands balled into fists, shaking. He had brought his hammer. How fucking dare he.

Her stride toward him was a brisk stomp as she grappled for him. Needy. Hateful. 

“How could you do THIS to me?!” She wailed, knees sagging as she leaned into his taller shape, hands bunching at his clothing as if he may disappear into thin air.

“I will not let you go. No. You are staying here. I will MAKE you. You can’t leave me alone again. I’ll go INSANE.” 

[solemnxodium-archive]

Closed starter for @fcrrokinetic

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So this was it.

Word of the fabled houses have made their way to Wesker’s ears on more than one occasion. Needless to say his interest had been snagged at the mention of various components circulating around this little neck of the woods, thus resulted in his eventual arrival. The surrounding air was more than a little stagnant and there were little to no signs of life in what appeared to be a small village from his vantage point. Typical for an outbreak scenario. The place was a derelict but he was certain it was bustling just under the veil. For the most part there were plenty similarities to what Albert had seen before, yet notes of something unfamiliar found their way in his mental checklist.

Taking a moment to brush the powder from his blazer, Wesker turned his attention to the directive. Just before the mountain ridge stood what one could only refer to as a mechanical playground. The factory was impressive, he would give it that. However looks alone could only carry so much weight if the product itself turned out to be lack luster. Only one way to find out.

Hidden under trees and shadow the blonde made his way to his destination.

[hallucineugenics]

for @fcrrokinetic

If Karl had been watching it must have been an amusing sight. Donna was standing bolt upright at the great maw of his factory, her black silhouette engulfed by the cavernous entrance with her right arm held out limply before her. She had been here for ten minutes so far. Six hundred dreadfully long seconds of internal warfare. Only a flick of her index finger was needed to press the buzzer and announce her presence to the occupants within. It was a sickening thought. Copper danced richly on her tongue as she sucked on her punctured lower lip, having chewed it near to pieces in anxious frenzy.

"...Karl it is Donna. If you are not so busy... might I please come in?"

Her raspy words sealed her fate. Why did she feel like the condemned walking the gang plank?

[solvikare]

@fcrrokinetic

[text: Daddy Cool] hey

[text: Daddy Cool] listen is there any chance you can come over?

[text: Daddy Cool] I’m drowning and I don’t know which way is up and I can’t get out of my head and I ju-

[text: Daddy Cool] I need you

[noonegetsleftbehind]

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