#subestimacion

[harperhydra]

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//These aren't even from 6, they're her modded over Ada in RE4R but she looks gorgeous LMAO

[arrepentirse]

🥪❓ please god let it be something nasty just for shits and giggles

Send 🥪❓ to find out what kind of sandwich my muse would make for yours

"....."

"...knuckle sandwich!"

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[austen-mcallister]

It was what his captain considered a "simple" reconnaissance mission. The unit of six BSAA soldiers were deployed to keep tabs on how Valdelobos and Los Illuminados as a whole were recovering and growing since the one-man infiltration back in 2005. They were to keep their distance, avoid conflicts at all possible, and grab some samples of soil, water, and wildlife to check for potential mutations. Excursions of this caliber were usually conducted every other year, and typically went off without a hitch.

But this year they had a one Austen McAllister with them; a sole survivor from a B.O.W. attack on his army unit on his first deployment and an individual that could be argued had such horrid luck that it circled back around to good luck and most likely required an equal amount of research into. Unfortunately for him, this didn't mean he was necessarily well-liked among his compatriots as he was a bundled mass of nerves shoved into a human skin. This was not a good quality to have with this line of work, and his captain knew it. Private McAllister was a liability that would get them all killed, and he couldn't have that.

But if they got him killed? Well, that was different.

"McAllister," his captain pulled him to the side when they had arrived at their locale. "This is the first time you've been here, right?"

"Yuh-yes, sir," Austen replied, to which the captain pinched the bridge of his nose at the stammer.

"We've all been assigned different quadrants in this region and have our tasks. Do you recall yours?"

There was a few seconds pause as the Private thought it over. "Duh-do not engage, gather fuh-flora samples and soil, and tuh-take a headcount of any Buh-B.O.W.s or citizens I see, and ruh-return to the coordinates ASAP?"

There was a small smile that crossed his captain's face, but it wasn't an encouraging one. "Oh, that's for Johan and Rita. Your objectives have changed since we arrived."

"Ruh-really? I didn't hear any-anything from H.Q-"

"Forget, H.Q. Right now I'm H.Q. We're needing you to go further into the region to collect samples and see if any new construction has been taking place. You'll have us on your headset and I've got Tobias doing the exact same thing you are, but on the opposite quadrant." Tobias, in fact, was not tasked with that. He had drone video capture duty. "The deeper in you get, McAllister, the more we can learn about what has been going on here. Everyone here knows you can outrun anything, so if you feel you need to run, then run your ass back to the rendezvous point."

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That conversation had been five hours ago and Austen had found himself more lost and more confused than he had ever been. His PDA had spotty connection, so the map that was provided flickered in and out. He had been smacked with branches, stuck with thorns, and Austen was half-convinced that a pair of crows had been following him, but all crows looked alike. His anxiety was starting to rise as the sun began to set. This wasn't supposed to be a mission that took all day. When he'd try to communicate with his captain over his headset, he'd just get a "You're doing great, McAllister. Keep going. There's a sample that we really need you to get."

Where was this sample? His captain just kept telling him that he'd know because "it'd look different due to the parasitical infection of the region," but he had yet to see anything. Frustrated, he sat down against a gnarled tree and began peeling burrs and thorns off him. Had they sent him on a wild goose chase? Or maybe he was just lost. Yes. That had to be it. Just lost.

@subestimacion

[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!]

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

🔥 — only because i want him to call jack ugly and roast the fuck out of his ass

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

“You look like someone took one of those people in the Lego playsets, brought it to life, and then raised it on nothing but protein, gym equipment, and self loathing. I’m going to say yes because but I am also a guy who regularly eats food off the floor when I drop it so take that however you’d like.

…

Wait, I was supposed to ask someone to hold your hand before I said that.

[vitoriazaniratto]

ME SUBESTIMARAM - HOJE SE AJOELHAM

Disseram que eu sonhava demais. Duvidaram da minha força, da minha visão, do meu silêncio. Julgaram o que não entendiam, ouviram quem nada sabia, acreditaram em ruídos e esqueceram de olhar pra mim.

Mas o tempo revela o que o ego esconde. E agora, os mesmos olhos que desviavam, encaram o brilho que tentaram apagar. O sucesso que construí no silêncio, a mulher que renasceu das cinzas com a coroa firme na cabeça.

Hoje, eu não preciso provar nada. Eles veem. Sentem. Reconhecem. E se ajoelham - não diante de mim, mas diante da verdade que sempre foi minha.

✨ Moraes Coach — Coaching e Mentoria de Carreira e Liderança — @moraescoach_ @moraescoach_1

#moraescoach #nossomosdiamantes #vitoriamoraes #sonheumsonho #personalidadeforte

[leonkennedy9642]

✍️ — jack krauser, obviously. i’m curious and i wanna see..

Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them.

Jack tilts his head from one side to the other. It's like trying to relieve a decade of tension with a quick-fix hack, absolutely worthless. But it's not without a small positive lining. Acts as a distraction to the incessant crying from the President's daughter. She's a weak subject, easily targeted, but there's power in her connections.

"You'll soon understand." He muses. "Once you have a taste of true power you will look back on your former life in disgust." She doesn't seem to listen or care. He rolls his eyes and punches the metal ceiling of their transport — she pays attention to that violence, the loud sound and underlying threat. "You're weak. You hear? Nod, you little bitch."

There's a change in his expression when the girl does as she's told. To have that power over her feels good. He has new purpose, perhaps being an glorified babysitter isn't all bad. "You're going to change the world. You don't even appreciate that. Typical. Don't worry, we're cutting you off from the teat."

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@subestimacion | X

It could be one last final triumph. Luis knows that. He knows that Krauser could still be his death. But this should’ve been worth it. A splitsecond decision.

How that bastard had wanted to wipe him off of the face of this earth… why?

Knowing what he did now, Luis is quite sure it hinges on the connection to Leon that the major probably still harboured. But would he ever get the confirmation or denial to this claim? Probably not.

And in this very moment it wouldn’t change anything anyway.

The relief when Jack lets go of his throat again is immeasurable – but the horror that quickly trickles in instead overshadows all.

He should have anticipated this reaction. Luis truly should have. But still it is kind of a horrific thing to witness. How the Plagas breaks part of Krauser’s face. How Krauser was still alive and alert to feel all of it.

Luis had never seen anyone live in symbiosis with the parasite for this long. How Krauser’s head hadn’t exploded sooner under the parasites writhing mandibles… it was beyond comprehension. But the suppressant seemed to fucking anger it.

Or hurt it?

Could it still be extracted?

Would Krauser survive that…?

Luis tries to shuffle back, crawling a few feet to get some distance between him and that abomination. The Plaga is fully matured. Different. And he can see Krauser’s blue eyes… still very much alive. Rage and fear reflecting in them.

Joder…

Luis’ hands fly to his pistol and he aims at the head of the parasite, breathing in and stilling, before firing a few shots directly at it.

He doesn’t witness the full effect of those bullets, instead staggering to his feet and running – running a bit to get more space. Then Luis turns around again, weapon still drawn. Considering the explosives at his side. His rifle. Or would he stay with the pistol?

He could still… use more of the suppressant.

What if I inject the parasite itself?

Maybe that could work.

Maybe that could leave a chance of survival for Krauser.

Leon had told him about the other soldier.

He had been good. Once.

Maybe he was worth saving still?