#lasplaga

[ricardo-irving]

[How it feels knowing you're never going to be one of the respected members of the Bug Boi Squad...

AND YOU CAN HEAR THEM TALKING BEHIND YOUR BACK BECAUSE YOU ALL SHARE THE SAME HIVEMIND!]

[lordheis]

@lasplaga liked for a random one-liner . . .

much to his chagrin, Heisenberg was attempting to move his way past the " LORD " ; imposing, charged in front of him. it's astonishing how many times you can run into the same persons in such an overcrowded space. " you and I are done here, " karl huffed, head dipped low. " let me by. "

[ofmold]

You don't care about the safety of your daughter. How much longer will you deny the truth that she isn't safe in this world? A world built for humans in mind. Not HER kind. [Safe Haven]

Send anon hate to my muse! :^) ( accepting )

he's irritated, to say the least, that he has to read this. he grits his teeth at the words, they bite and chew on him and it feels like an infection that sickens him more than anything. " i do , " it's a matter of fact statement, and ethan is growling. teeth baring in frustration. nostrils flare as he tries to keep his composure. " i want nothing but her safety. i know she isn't safe as the way she is now, but we are planning on empowering her to feel safe, you know nothing of what mia and i do to make sure that rosemary knows she is loved and cared for and is wanted in this fucking world. ---- fuck you. "

the last words not necessary, but it's all he can feel is hated towards the other who only means to help. it's nonstop and it hurts. ethan knows he wants to work on rosemary to make sure she knows that the way she is will not be treated wrongly. but she's still four , almost five. her concept of the world was still so drastically different.

[creatureshrieks]

Setting up shop was never easy on his old bones, least of all the fact he smuggled some of his goods on his own person or that the land itself had since become quite hostile it anything not shacking up with a worm right inside their noggin. Whole damn village had gone to Hell, but that didn't mean he could simply turn his tail and run. Nah, no. Not when there was still plenty of profit to be had and more than enough munitions to keep a small army well stocked.

Didn't need an army, though. Just needed one man desperate enough to be one himself.

On the table he sets a lantern, illuminated blue, as he steps behind it. A makeshift counter, more than enough for any would-be buyer to do their dealings on. That said, as he turns his gaze up from the table and towards the apparent customer, he finds it might be better to take his business elsewhere.

" I'm not when to shut down shop or turn away a potential customer... but for you, mate? I think I'll make the exception. "

@lasplaga || Saddler & The Merchant

[thisshallpass]

I need you both to see the jacket timeline split.

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

Anon sent: It is an anonymous card for Catalina, only signed at the end with 'O.S.' It could be from anyone ; “You share a name with a Queen who I once loved deeply. That connection evokes memories both cherished & bittersweet. Take care, & may God bless you with kindness & joy this holiday season.”

—

Catalina figured Leandro and Carlos wouldn’t notice if she slipped out for just a moment or two. They’d finally decided to bust out the wine, and they’d get to gifts later tonight. She loves this time of year, she really does, but it’s hard for her not to think of all those who should be celebrating with her. If only Luis could be here, she thought.

She noticed the card when she went to get her mail, and the envelope was far more formal than anything else. She usually didn’t get anything from anyone except the two men in her apartment, so something this extravagant was out of place. Was it her style? Definitely. Was it expected? No.

She opened the envelope carefully, and she held it to her chest after reading the message. This entire year had been spent on the run; this entire year had been spent being anyone other than Catalina Cisneros. Aliases and hair dye were her best friends, and she’d been using them both as crutches to get her through this year. It’s nice to be wanted, she thought, and she turned her attention back to her apartment. In the window, she could see Leandro and Carlos singing some Christmas song in the most overdramatic way, and Leandro noticed her. He gave her a friendly wave, and she waved back before walking towards them. Yeah, it had been a good year.

[squarecranks]

Are there some characters from the franchise you can’t stand? 🍵 ( Random! )

canon questionnaire.

carla  is  honestly  the  first  that  comes  to  mind,  and  that's  mainly  because  i'm  mad  that  she  accomplished  more  in  terms  of  global  chaos  than  wesker  did  -  which  was  basically  what  was  insinuated  to  happen  throughout  most  of  the  series.  but  then  when  it  does.  .  .  it's  instead some  one-off,  forgettable  villain  (  i  guess  not  that  forgettable  if  i'm  still  bitter  about  it,  huh?  huehue  )?  that,  and  she's  a  hypocrite  for  saying  wesker  was  an  imbecile  for  wanting  to  destroy  the  entire  world  when  ....  that's  what  she  wanted,  too.  lol?  anyway.  yeaaaah,  i'm  not  too  fond  of  her. 

also, can  village  chris  count,  too,  because.  .  .  no.

[rightofgodhood]

@lasplaga continued from here.

Life was always followed by the shadow of death. Its promise a bleak, and black end to the color humanity sought to hold on to. Wesker was no stranger to it, intimate in all of its shades, as a deliverer, as one who had tasted it before. The black pit of its maw threatening to snap its jaws closed and keep him there forever upon the Mansion’s floors. But he awoke all the same, as it spat him back out. Still standing, breathing and living, even if it had left its mark. 

The burden of his humanity ripped away, in order to become something far greater. While death freed him, it was another link on Saddler’s infinite chain. To be reborn in shackles, in a purpose already carved out for the long stretch of eternity, a cycle to never be escaped. It was such a waste, no punishment could be worse than that, yet it was treated as if it were a blessing. 

“I should have expected as much. Your ambitions were always so limited despite your potential. You and your cult remind me of cattle about to be slaughtered, that willingly walk to the butcher. Spilling your guts to feed the rest, only for them to follow the same fate. You are as much of a tool as Las Plagas itself.” 

But it did beg the question... Did Saddler ever have a desire for more than the shackles he wore with such pride? To be more than a martyr for a mere parasite? Or perhaps it was a thought to never be had, to never be allowed. It was an affliction that Wesker himself was ailed with, the desire for more. Never content, never satisfied, needing to sink his teeth in and consume everything around him. His ambition a black hole, until he would hold the world in the palm of his hand. He would end humanity in an effort to create something far better. 

Umbrella should have known better, Spencer should have known better. 

“Is that all you are then, a martyr? Do you remain content with that?” Despite his lightly veiled threat in the beginning of this conversation, he remained civil enough. Unable to hold back his own curiosity, while they have yet to shed blood.