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"... What fucking kids?"
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come home the kids miss you </333333333333333
"... What fucking kids?"
@mutatiio || historians are going to say it was just a friendly rivalry.
Marcus likes how William works.
He calls him passionate to his face and reclusive and obsessive behind his back, but William can tell the man likes the way he functions. Once something gets his focus, once an idea gets in his head, he will stop at nothing to achieve it. Sleeping, eating, and all social interaction are put aside unless someone is there to remind him that those are, unfortunately, things his body requires for him to function properly, long term. But usually, William leaves no wiggle room for distractions.
Wesker has quickly become a distraction.
He still remembers the day Marcus brought him along. Birkin was a fifteen years old college graduate and Wesker, while also a college graduate, was seventeen. William remembers when Marcus brought him into the lab, into William's 'territory', instead of calling William to meet them elsewhere, and introduced him. At first all of his attention had gone to the small age gap the smallest William had so far in this facility, where everybody else was —at the very least— a good ten years older than him. Then, to the guy himself. His name, specifically. William had heard Marcus mention the name Wesker before, whenever he was on the phone with his colleagues, talking as if William wasn't there because the boy looked so engrossed in his work that you could have snuck up with a knife and he'd have been none the wiser. But William wasn't deaf.
So he had figured he'd give Wesker a chance, find out what was so special about him. Now, some years later and still under Marcus' wing, he KNOWS everything about Wesker is special, and William would even dare say they're friends.
Marcus still has many expectations for him, though. Like the fact he keeps complaining about Wesker's veins being so hard to find— which one should expect considering how many samples are taken from the guy.
William knows he's special, his immune system is like no other, but even then, he doesn't understand the obsession with near constantly testing Wesker's blood. Especially when even he, as reclusive as he is, can tell Wesker doesn't exactly enjoy the constant poking.
"May I try?" William finally speaks up. "You always say I must practice acquiring my own samples anyway–"
He barely finishes making up the excuse when Marcus is already stepping back, the syringe dropping back into the tray with a clatter as he declares himself done with such a menial task and tells William to get him the samples once they've been drawn, before stomping marching out.
William watches him go and then turns back to Wesker. "And he says I'm impatient..." he grabs the syringe and replaces the needle for a clean one, disposing of the other one because he deems it's already poked Albert enough. "Which arm do you prefer?"
He didn't grab, didn't seize Wesker's arm like one would a child's, because Wesker is not a chid. He simply held his hand out, expecting to have the answer to his question offered out to him.
😈 💭 for aki :)
put 😈 💭 in my ask and my muse will admit one dirty thought they’ve had about yours.
He's been sucha pissy li'l minou lately. Don't know if Gambit wanna make him purr or hiss.
...Guess I'll play wit' fire tonight.
hello lover i have missed you
// you know i can't stay away for too long, bby //
5'9 kon for bart !!
Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine! / accepting / @mutatiio
bart is very pleased with this outcome....if he gets the phone book out, he can be taller than kon now. 😈
there is no substitution for real experience, gai held firmly onto that belief, it had served him well in his years - it would continue to serve him well even now. even if he should, by all accounts, no longer be alive. gai has made his peace with it as the gate of death tore him to shreds and burned what little remained - for the next generation to live in peace, a necessary sacrifice, for tenten and neji, for every sprout out there - for his son. his dear, sweet lee. was that how dai felt when he put himself onto the sacrificial altar? gods, gai hoped so.
he defeated madara uchiha, gai was told, lee also foolishly sacrificed himself, gai was told. ( he had a long conversation with him about that ) and how quickly he fell back into the role of consoling father. lee disrespecting his wishes gave him the opportunity to witness the world he had helped a great deal saving.
he was still supposed to be in the hospital, supervised by shizune, but that was never maito gai. walking back and forth clinging to steel bars, no, the jonin would rather stroll konoha's streets. his prosthetic leg ached and itched with every step, but as if that would have ever stopped him. by the end of the months his resolve would be to race across konoha's rooftops, an idiotic goal, the godaime scolded, but maito gai had made it his habbit to do the impossible, hasn't he? ( making it look easy too ) but alas - technically speaking he was still fleeing from authorities. so a scarred hand gently knocks against kakashi's door. but it wasn't his eternal rival who'd answer. ❝ OBITO!! ❞ he boomed, a smile so bright he might as well outshine the sun.
❝ it's been forever! i missed you! ❞ a quick look over his shoulder, no pursuer. . . yet. ❝ you won't mind me hiding for a bit while the godaime is looking for me, do you? ❞
@mutatiio plotted. gai for obito.
✦ for sasuke
✦ to see how Itachi feels about you
+POSITIVE:
You make me laugh ║ I am inspired by you ║ I trust you wholeheartedly ║ I consider you a role model ║ I am interested in you romantically ║ I am interested in you sexually ║ I am protective over you ║ I support you ║ In my ideal world, you are happy ║ You give me cute aggression (cheek squishes!!) ║ You have done so much for me ║ Your approval is meaningful to me ║ I think of you often ║ I hope you are a permanent fixture in my life ║ You don't get enough credit ║ Your presence is a mood boost
±NEUTRAL:
We are vibing ║ I like your posts ║ I respect what you've been through ║ I hope you get what you deserve (positive) ║ We may not be close, but I enjoy what we have ║ I wish you would seek help ║ Knowing you has changed me ║ I consider you trustworthy ║ You remind me of myself ║ I like bumping into you at the function ║ I idolize you ║ We share a lot of common interests ║ You're cool
-NEGATIVE:
I'm compelled to antagonize you ║ You grate on me ║ I do not trust you ║ I don't respect your life choices ║ I feel like I have to mask / dull myself around you ║ You've crossed my boundaries multiple times ║ I feel guilty over something I said/did to you ║I am obsessed with you || I have a grudge against you ║ You stress me out ║ You give me cute aggression ║ I envy you and/or covet aspects of your life ║I thinly tolerate you ║ Being around you sometimes opens up old wounds for me
@mutatiio
Your name: Scott Summers. Romantic or platonic?: Romantic. A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Night in. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries. What's your perfect date?: Something private. Maybe up at they cabin again. I'd like to cook for you, something that you hunted. No pressure. Relax by a fire outside, watch the sun go down. Would you cook for me?: Yes. Anything you want. Would you let me cook for you?: Absolutely. I like watching you move around the kitchen. It's nice seeing you relaxed. Can we make-out?: Yes. Make out in private or in public?: Privately. I want you to myself. Do you like to cuddle?: More than I'd like to admit. Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Blankets. Heavy ones. Couch or bed?: Start on the couch, end up in bed. What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Flying or driving solo. It helps clear my head. Reading. Precision games. Tell me something about you no else knows: I rehearse a lot of conversations in my head before I have them. Why do you want to be my valentine?: Because it's you. It feels like I don't have to prove myself with everything. You see me. What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm steady. I show up. I care about you, so I'm all in.
RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION. || ACCEPTING
He can't even be surprised by this - of course Scott would want to fill out romance-based paperwork. If that ain't the most 'him' course of action... It leaves Logan with a smile and a fond chuckle as he scans over the form. There's a couple bits that grab his attention. Going to the cabin sounds perfect, and he's a little bit smug over the 'want you for myself' line - and start on the couch, end up in bed? Mister Summers, you scoundrel.
"I gotta hand it to ya', Scotty." He says as he sets the paper aside. "You really know how to woo a guy." He loops his arms around Scott's neck to ease him into a kiss, warm, slow, adoring, even as he mumbles against his lips-
"It's a yes, by the way. Always a yes if it's you."