#mrwesker

[gaaebolg]

02.22

Commissioned art done for my dear friend @mrwesker , thank you! 🥰

[arch-delusiela]

❀ . *   @mrwesker​  ♡’d  for  a  starter .

[atdelusiela]

          @mrwesker​   ♡’d ,     for  daniela .

            𝚊  𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊  𝚘𝚏  𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚊  𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢  𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 ,   the  ever  so  gracious  daniela  dimitrescu  estatic  at  the  presence  inside  castle  dimitrescu .   ever  since  mother  miranda’s  orders  to  massacre  the  humans  in  the  village ,   visitors  became  non-existant .   though  infamous  for  it’s  blood  and  death ,   yet  she  still  wonders  why  others  wander  in  despite  the  warnings  placed  outside  on  stakes ,   drained  of  blood .     ❝   my ,   what  a  surprise ,   ❞     the  redhead  coos  out  in  a  high  tone ,   allowing  a  hum  to  rumble  from  her  throat .

[hallucineugenics-a]

@mrwesker

"Lost, traveller?" The voice, shrill and squeaky, was hardly that of a concerned villager. It was cruel in its implied accusation. Taunting. It's owner or perhaps owners stood beneath the crooked archway leading to the village graveyard. One, a tall slim woman shrouded head to toe in heavy black cloth. The only indication of life in her stoic form a slight lilting of her head and the blooms of frosted breath with each exhalation. Two, a maggoty doll in a wedding gown tucked in the crook of the woman's elbow. It regarded the man angrily, despite the relative placidness of its features.

"This ain't the place for ogling."

[goldcnlicn]

( @mrwesker continued from here )

“You don’t exactly give social visits like this during work hours.” he said with a light shrug. “No, now is fine.” he assured him. Xander didn’t usually just show up like that, not without an appointment or at least calling beforehand so it had been a surprise when the secretary had called him and said he was outside. He still hadn’t fully believed it until he’d stepped inside.

Help? This turned out to be a day of surprises. “Okay, okay.” he said and stood from his seat and gestured to two chairs that looked more comfortable in the corner of his office than the onse in front of the desk. It was Tywin’s choice, to make the visiting chairs less comfortable to assert his own power and show that he was indeed at the top, not his visitors. Jaime just hadn’t gotten around to changing it yet.

“Sit and tell me what’s going on. This doesn’t make sense,” he said and pulled out two glasses from a cabinet and poured a small amount of liquor into them both before he walked over to the comfy chairs himself. “Start from the beginning.” Why would someone like Xander need Jaime’s help? He’d never asked for it before. Not this… desperate.

[lostgirlinaseaofstars]

Happy Birthday to @mrwesker​! They deserve nothing but the best! Who would have thought a NOTP between two characters we RP in another fandom would have developed into a great friendship? Too bad I don’t know jack shit about photo editing or gifs, otherwise I’d make you something. So for now, here you go! 😁 Happy, happy birthday to you!

[gotasmokeamigo]

@mrwesker

Luis hadn’t expected a guest inn his apartment. To say he a was alarmed to see someone sitting on his couch was an understatement, Luis quickly on edge, but calmly shutting the door. He figured it had only been a matter of time before some organization found out he was alive, and where he was. He hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

“You know, usually people wait outside a door, to talk to someone,” he offered calmly, the Spaniard setting down his bag, and limping towards the living room with his cane. Ada had done the same thing when they had met the first time. “Can I get you anything, sir?” he asked.

[metalbound]

@mrwesker​ [x]

The question regarding Heisenberg’s frame caused him to chuckle lightheartedly, brows quirking at the unknown man about a second later as a gloved hand moved, pointing at himself, slowly moving from top to bottom and back up before tipping the rim of his hat.

“Have a guess.” Heavy steps were taken toward a nearby shelf, grey hues - hidden behind the dark lenses of his glasses - focussing on a random part of metal scrap, fingers curling around it as the iron Lord turned his head to face his unusual visitor once more.

“What do you think? Am I a tough one?”