#post that

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Post That - Leikeli47

[homorard]

I need a woman to feed me weed gummies like you feed carrots to a strange scared horse

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don’t you ever tame your demons

but always keep them on a leash

[fenkko]

makes sense can’t argue with that

[savage-rhi]

(🚂) My muse finds your muse on the same train as them, still awake. Wesker and Jill.

Here you go hon! Thank you for sending in an RE prompt :D!

Jill stirred in her sleep. Between nausea and her mind fogging up with flashbacks, her body felt weak. She let out a quiet gasp, feeling her mouth running dry, tongue parched. Jill desperately wanted something to drink as consciousness began to come back to her. Eyes blinking, she glanced around and realized she was on a train. There was something about the old decor and aesthetic that made her uneasy, reminding her of the mansion all those years ago. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Maybe she was still in a dream, still trapped there with Chris and--yeah, that’s right. Chris. 

Jill had an epiphany of what transpired and how she got from point A to point B. One moment, Chris and she were confronting Wesker after he murdered Spencer and the next, she was falling to her death with her adversary, then everything went black.

“I didn’t think you’d be awake,” Wesker said, snapping Jill out of her thoughts as her eyes widened, looking up at her nemesis with a glare. It was then Jill could feel she was confined, her arms bound and tied up to the chair she was sitting in on the train. 

“How are we alive?” Jill asked, her tone cold as Wesker chuckled and took a seat across from her. She looked over his body, seeing that Wesker didn’t escape unscathed. His whole upper chest was covered in bandages among other things, the long jacket he wore barely hiding his wounds. 

“Funny, I thought you would have asked if Redfield is in one piece.” Wesker said, his tone holding a hint of surprise as Jill continued to stare him down. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Aren’t we just filled with questions.” Wesker teased, his voice dark as a shiver went up to Jill’s spine. She moved her hands, testing the strength of her binds and found that however Wesker tied her up, it would be tough to make an escape. For now, she was trapped, and all Jill could do was listen and continue to show no fear despite how her stomach was churning in painful knots at the situation. 

“Let’s cut the crap, are you going to kill me or not?” Jill demanded as Wesker sighed and leaned into the seat. He was acting so lazy, so sly, that it took Jill aback. She couldn’t remember a time ever seeing him act like this. Wesker always had a haughty and high and mighty attitude, even when he was working in the RPD. 

“If I wanted you dead, I would have left you where we had fallen. Relax. You should be thankful. I decided you still have a purpose.” 

“I don’t think I want to know what that entails.” 

That got a powerful laugh out of him, causing Wesker to cough as he adjusted his glasses and tried to compose himself. Jill squinted her eyes, making out that he was bleeding through one of his bandages. Maybe if she somehow could take advantage of that weakness, she could get out of here. Jill didn’t know where the train was heading, or if they were even on the same continent as before, but she didn’t want to waste time being around him. 

“I think you’ll enjoy what I have in store for you. Maybe you’ll even get to see Redfield again.” Wesker said with a smirk, the red in his eyes glimmering as the train went into a tunnel. 

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SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE USA SEASON 16 // Top 10 Group + All-Stars Cyrus Spencer & Lauren Froderman / «Post That» by Lelkeli47 / Hip-Hop / Choreography by Luther Brown / Finale

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