#virulentwrath

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

The Witch appears for the sole purpose of gently prodding his left cheek.

No sooner that she touches him does a hand reach out and wrap itself around her wrist - stopping her from pulling away and touching him any further in one single stroke.

Despite the attempt at pestering him, Wesker is calm. Cold as he slowly turns his head to stare at her now.

"Did no one ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself?" He questions.

[mightiestbanana]

Canceling Kohga because NO ONE should thicker than Gannon.

Why does Kohga get canceled in Hyrule?

Giggling and kicking his feet, " TOO bad ! "

" I can't help what my mama gave me ! She always did tell me to be proud of what I have. And well, you get it. Sorry Lord Ganon, looks like I get the trump card here ! "

[peacereflecteda]

“Hypothetically, if someone wished to personally torment another — likely an absurd, venomous sort of fellow — within their dreams… How would one go about procuring your blessing?” (for dream, hehe.)

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 doesn't question the request; they simply answer as if she's asking any other innocuous question. their voice is low as they respond, grave with serious tone. ❝ we would like to know the situation and this individual's wrong-doing. we will then make our judgement as to whether manipulating their dreams should be required in teaching them a lesson. ❞ dark, starry eyes watch her carefully, barely concealed curiosity behind expression. ❝ what has this individual done that has angered you so, ravenna ? ❞ dream of the endless knows this witch: she must have good reason for such a request.

[atdusk]

‘ don’t i even warrant a hello? ’

@virulentwrath | something i lost eons ago.

a  single  eye  slits  within  the  void  skittering  beneath  the  woman’s  heels.  peeling  open  slowly  ;  iris  flashing  upon  recognition  before  narrowing.  “awh  ~”  there’s  a  hint  of  mirth  -  idle  amusement  -  lacing  her  tone  as  she  finally  breaks  away  from  the  shadow  she  had  taken  a  brief  respite  within.    

“what’s  with  that  look?”  though,  she  supposes  a  greeting  would  be  in  order  considering  she’d  taken  it  upon  herself  to  stow  away  within  a  stranger’s  grace.  well!  there’s  no  changing  what’s  already  been  done.  

a  smile  cracks  her  maw,  ivory  glinting  against  fading  eventide  ;  the  plush  of  her  ebony  cheek  nestling  comfortably  within  her  palm  as  she  lounges  against  the  bark  of  the  branch  she’d  taken  perch  on.  claws  curling  neatly  over  the  apple  of  her  skin  ;  ghosting  against  the  edge  of  the  adorned  helm.  

“you’re  not  upset  by  little  ol’  me,  are  you?”