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this blog is by request only meaning i will only hop over here if i have active plotted threads or someone really wants to write with someone on my muse list. feel free to message me on my main blog if you do. 

#› 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : text.

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Hamara yai mission ab sirf un nurses ko bachanay ke liyai nahe hai, poori duniya ko batanai ke liyai ke we stand for peace — Zoya, Tiger Zinda Hai

#› 𝒋. 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 : faceclaim.

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escape would be so much easier if not for the little girl sat at home. how ironic, she thinks, that now of all times is when she struggles to think of anything but her daughter. sacrosanct in her conviction, she had made her decision the moment doubts began to creep upon her husband's spine, gnaw at his temperament. the months have been long and hard, every success they've made ( and how so many of them have been attributed to the great william birkin and never the two of them! ) has been one viewed under the microscopic lens of their benefactors. had albert been the start of the decline, or had it always been there - had they simply been blind? william had deigned to share his doubts, what she could pull at from the unspooling threads, and it had been like finally allowing herself to breathe, a great burden off her shoulders. all the same, she had made her silent choice - whatever happens, she must survive. for sherry.

his temper flares and it is no surprise, such is the mood of a man who has spent his life a prodigy, handed all he wanted in ways she has had to fight tooth and nail for. resentments, she finds, surface in times of stress. is this the life she'd hoped for? a husband who treats her like a co-worker, a daughter who regards her as a stranger - she swallows her frustration, allows herself to breath. the scent of blood is staining them as they speak. no, she cannot complain - she chose this. it suited her well. she would not want for anything else. never has she been an affectionate woman, and she will not become a nagging wife now.

"if you had complied -" his life, or his work, she knows which he would protect more, "it would not have stopped them. they have their orders. as we have ours." for once, albert's company would have been a blessing - she lacks the skill with a gun that she needs, that they need, but she has weapons of her own. the nest is her territory. "william..." regardless of her furrowed brows, she loves him. had sworn vows to him. beneath halogen lights and flecked with red, circles beneath his eyes and greasy hair, he looks more like a real person than he has in months. "we don't have time for this. once we're at the marshalling yard, i'll shut the system down. no one in or out."

it has to be precise. a plan executed without any room for flaw. if umbrella realise before they get to their daughter - no, she won't let sherry becoming a bargaining chip. her steel gaze shifts, glass tubes that dot the room, thousands of them in every corner of the facility, cultivations and experiments, the terrible things they have made. a single crack, a single misfired shot, the whole city up in flames. she cannot, in good conscience, leave them alive. hers is the hand that turns the life support off, leaving these pristine white halls and glass rooms nothing but a tomb. "go. i'll be right behind you."

Impetus  metamorphosis  clamoured  aloud  for  an  alteration  .      Within  this  meticulously  weaved  tapestry  of  lies  belied  a  masquerade  of  fact  and  fiction  ,    its  pervading existence  gnawing  beneath  his  skin  .      For  decades  —    William  had  prided  himself  a  dutiful  man  to  his  benefactors  .      To  the  benevolent  establishment  which  had  lulled  him  to  his  feet  and  provided  him  a  purpose  far  greater  than  any  sentient  organism  :      constructing  an  evolutionary  catalyst  for  mankind  .      Yet  this  blinded  him  to  his  growing  predicament  ,    until  this  constriction  was  tightly  woven  into  every  aspect  of  his  existence  .      He  was  no  more  autonomous  than  any  of  Umbrella’s  creations  .      Gilded  it  may  be  ,     yet  a  cage  remained  a  cage   ,    and  he  a  pauper  deprived  of  his  own  volition  .  

𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 ���𝗶𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻. ❝ you wanted to leave ? this is what it comes to. ❞

The  price  for  existence  toll  a  sacrifice  of  incredible  magnitude  .      Skulking  amidst  the  now  eerily  silent  facility  ,    feet  dragged  against  the  disorganised  corridor  ,    prepared  for  the  dangers  to  come  .      Somewhere    (  or  perhaps  everywhere  )    chaos  reigned  .      The  spark  he  alighted  burned  in  an  inferno  of  rage  .      Chest  heaved  like  the  tide  ,    at  @combineherbs  words  —    he  turned  ,    allowing  rising  temper  to  snap  .        “  I  know  what  the  costs  were  !  ”       grimy  fingertips  ran  through  blood-covered  hair  to  push  his  fringe  upwards  .      The  briefcase  was  held  tightly  in  the  other  —    packed  with  priceless  consignments  he  trusted  to  none  but  her  .      A  sigh  followed  .      “  I  know  ,    ok  ?      It  was  either  that  or  my  life  .      You  saw  them  ,    Annette  ,      they  were  prepared  to  kill  me  if  I  didn’t  comply  .  ”

Biological  contamination  was  perhaps  within  the  realm  of  foreseeability  .      All  it  required  was  an  untrained  ,    clumsy  oaf  to  trigger  this  inevitability  .      William  fell  silent  —    listening  to  the  distant  bumps  and  creaks  .      Was  anyone  else  there  or  was  it  his  thundering  heartbeat  ,      brimming  with  adrenaline  ?      “  Our  chance  starts  now.  ”        here  ,     amongst  the  ashes  of  their  beginning  .        “  We’ll  move  as  we’ve  always  planned.  ”

#› 𝒂. 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏 : thread › b1rkn. #b1rkn #it's wonderful thank you <3 #parental annette voice: it's because you're always on that damn g-virus

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ashes to ashes, dust to dust, blood and bone and thread and rust. how all of her lords vie to please her, to stand out amongst the shepard's flock, al except quiet little donna. if she demanded it, would her quietest child fill her home with rambunctious souls, dress them up like the little dolls that stare glassy-eyed and silent? the answer does not really matter, for in the end she would claim them, if only so donna understood the plight of a mother who has lost all that makes her whole. parents, siblings, all of which she deems replaceable, but a child? would she not throw herself from the cliffside, shatter her body amongst the rocks below in the face of such grief? yes, she thinks, she knows. she knows because she had too.

the name that slips from donna's lips is unexpected, but it does not deter the ice of her gaze. sardonic smile upon her lips, she allows the silence to fester as she sips from her cup, porcelain that has not seen use and remains bereft of stains. "you have him, do you? you know better than to reach into the wolf's jaws, my dear. i would hate to see you get bit." she allows the iron lord his backbone because he comes when called, sits at her heel. a poor son but a good dog.

"disappointed." is she? of course. donna had shown promise, gifts over the mind far more powerful than those of her siblings but much like the girl herself, had been wasted. languishing beneath cobwebs long since abandoned - even the spiders had given up their hunt in this tomb. "i am...concerned. it does not do you well to live like this, wasting your life, the gits the black god have given you." failures, each and every one of them, unfit vessels unable to staunch the bleeding of her blackened heart, decades filled with a family she has made but it has done little to salve her soul. her gaze drifts, feigned indifference to the wretched toy that sits on donna's lap, a crutch her youngest daughter has become reliant on. something she will have to fix. "tell me what wounds you, my daughter. a mother does not wish to see her child so sullen."

          Much like restless tides of the bottomless pit the human kind had named the ocean, had dear Miss Beneviento balanced on the 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 line between the desire to please Mother, and the sweet impossibility of turning into a graceful dove and escaping this forsaken place. Oh, what a sinful thought it was indeed to even consider leaving ! She was terribly, terribly lonely and had more in common with the remains of the dead, scattered all around the village, than anyone who was still breathing. This decaying paradise and the very limited world around it was the last link to the family that’d once lived there with her. They had left her all 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 in the hands of the woman who had blessed Donna with her presence on this yet another dreadful day.

          The dollmaker was sitting stiffly on her seat, Angie neatly on her lap. She held the doll gently as though it had been a child, the back of its little head leaning against her stomach. Donna’s veiled head bobbed upon being talked to, wondering if it’d be rude of her to keep hiding her face in the presence of her… mother. Although she was oblivious to any possible hints of 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 in Miranda’s voice, she ended up lifting the dark veil and flipping it over her head. One tired, milky white eye studied the great benefactor timidly and she shrugged her shoulders before taking one of the tea cups in her hands, letting its warmth bring comfort to cool palms. ❝ … ⁱ… ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ… ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ❞, she spoke. Lies, dirty lies !

          A prolonged silence followed the more or less calculated mention about little feet. Donna was sure she had heard those faint sounds every now and then. Echoes from the past, steps of her sister’s maybe. Then again, they might be some other children skipping across the wooden floorboards 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. The children she would’ve wanted to have, but never would. After all, Donna may be slow to learn and adapt, but she wasn’t an utter fool. Everything within the borders of this village belonged to no other but Miranda.

          She shifted on her seat restlessly, ❝ ʸᵉˢ… ʸᵉˢ, ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ… ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ... ⁱ… ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ⁱ ʰᵃᵛᵉ… ᵐʸ… ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ʰᵃᵛᵉ… ❞ A breath. ❝ ᵏᵃʳˡ. ❞ Had, in the sense of seeing him once in a blue moon, to whom she no longer was but a 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. ❝ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ… ᵈⁱˢᵃᵖᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵉᵈ ? ❞

#› 𝒎. 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 : thread › sailento. #sailento #even miranda is like: karl? girl cmon

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#› 𝒄. 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒙 : faceclaim.

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›         𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏   :    cindy    ›    aquaphobia + mysophobia. 

whilst the incident at the spencer mansion in the arklay forest of 1998 caused the t-virus to spread along with the contamination of the sewer system via vermin, it wasn’t until the contamination of victory lake - raccoon city’s reservoir - that the infection began to increase at unprecedented rate and an almost entire population infected through the water.

despite taking the daylight antiretroviral upon it’s creation which stopped the t-virus from mutating her system any further - and due to her good / careful behaviour when able, she managed to keep a relatively low infection rate ( her virus gauge is one of the slowest to climb ) it did not stop the possibility of future mutation or re-infection ( most antivirals treat viral infection and antiretroviral therapy tends to require pills being taken daily, though daylight seems - in-game - to be treated as if it is a vaccine, but vaccines are a preemptive first line of defence against pathogens rather than being a 'cure ). whilst another antiretroviral drug was created by dr linda baldwin, at1521, it had little success in humans who had not yet shown symptoms of their infection - despite this is was available to ubcs and the p-12a plant employees - following linda's rescue, it is likely that it is at1521 that survivors must regularly take due to the availability of items needed to create daylight ( though the bsaa uses this as their main treatment for t-virus infection, as quoted in marhawa desire, which is slightly more achievable due to their interactions with infected creatures, but the required tyrant blood / v-poison would be a limited resource elsewhere ). instead, it is much more likely that the t-virus upon vaccination maintains as a latent infection ( much like how it remained in jill's body ) only emerging when the body's immune system is weakened.

AT is only effective in those who have yet to exhibit symptoms of the virus. It does not eliminate the virus already in the bloodstream, but only suppresses it and slows its progress. reagent refinement file this mechanism only works as a preventative measure, however – once a person is infected with the virus, the vaccine cannot be used to save them. when the viral mRNA is silenced and destroyed, the cell stops making viral proteins and therefore stops making new virus.  RNAi would basically stop the t-Virus infection in its tracks; following that, either the host’s immune system may destroy any infected cells, or the provirus in these cells becomes transcriptionally silent. biology of evil, projectumbrella

cindy not only developed depression and post-traumatic stress following the destruction of the city ( something which she has been treated for and mostly recovered from ), but an intense form of mysophobia based solely on viruses and diseases ( though this does involve vermin ) rather than germs or dirt - which, similarly to the depression, she has been receiving treatment for through cognitive behavioural therapy. this stems from both the contaminated water supply that the residents of the city had been drinking for an extended period of time, but also the events of the outbreak, including the frequent need to travel through the sewers as well as through the nest ( particularly seeing the infected and parasitized g-creatures, the infected insects in the university, the leech creatures in the hospital ).

however, due to the nda about the events in raccoon city, it has been difficult to honestly discuss the origin of her issues meaning it cannot fully be treated. in turn, this has resulted in mild compulsive acts. her mysophobic and aquaphobic traits include: excessive handwashing; a rigorous sanitation and cleaning process of her home, items and self; a phobia of disease, sickness and infection; panic-behaviour when exposed to possible infection that can be self harming such as scrubbing or scratching her skin, a constant over-use of hand sanitizer and the refusal to drink water that is not bottled or treated ( via boiling, water filters, etc ). with her move into nursing work, this only adds to her stress due to the possible contamination possibilities, but simultaneously allows her to take precautions that may be reacted to negatively in other situations ( over-sanitation, wearing gloves, masking, etc. )

in ocd, these worries and fears cause distress and anxiety, often involving rumination on the worst-case scenario of ingesting contaminated or impure water. someone with this form of ocd may go to great lengths in an attempt to avoid drinking water, especially tap water or water that they feel may not meet the strict standards they attempt to follow. people with this form of ocd may frequently research potential contaminants found in water and excessively check the levels of various chemicals in their tap/drinking water. 

whilst she has not fallen down the same rabbit holes as kevin, she shares many similar concerns and paranoia. luckily for cindy, she does not know the entire story of the t-virus and how it works or spread as she was not privy to that kind of information - as knowing the virus was also airborne would have had a greater effect on her mental health.

the magazine article found on the wreckage of the annabelle ( re7 ) states, “16 years after the nightmare of raccoon city and the survivors are still suffering.” whilst it is unknown whether the truth of raccoon city has finally been brought to light ( as the attempt was stopped in re6 ), as far as the general public know - the city was the centre of a radiation leak and was framed as a chernobyl-like tragedy. if anyone questions her unusual routines, she struggles to explain herself as a raccoon city survivor knowing the stigma people have about the city - and knowing the reaction would only be worse if she explained the truth and that she was exposed to a virus as opposed to radiation.

cindy takes great care in maintaining a clean and safe environment, in her home and with her body, and adheres to a strict regimen when it comes to her own health including hygiene, socialisation, diet in order to minimise the risk of a compromised immune system which may re-activate the latent t-virus in her body. she does not smoke, rarely drinks alcohol, maintains a healthy period of sleep each night, exercises frequently regularly takes her antiviral pills and re-vaccination with daylight once every few years.

#› 𝒄. 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒙 : headcanon. #this is such a small hc for me...i may add onto it. #although i plan on focusing on the daylight vaccine in another post #highly recommend people read the biology of evil by pj bc it's fascinating and incredibly useful #combination of canon info + real world science wrote by people who have the knowledge and phd's to back it up!

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ELIZA DUHSKU Wrong Turn, 2003

#› 𝒉. 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒓 : faceclaim.

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28 Weeks Later (2007) dir. Juan Carlos Fresnadillo

#› 𝒄. 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒙 : aesthetic.

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BEFORE SUNRISE (1995) dir. RICHARD LINKLATER

#› 𝒄. 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒙 : aesthetic. #› 𝒄. 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒙 : dynamic › kevin : greenherb.

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mini info dump for canon-related and canon-divergent things related to my muses! i'm rewriting up my headcanons and starting ones that include some of these things, but just a fun little preview. if there's anything you'd like to know about or are interested, let me know and i'll put that to the top of the list to get done!

following the tall oaks / lanshiang outbreaks, helena was cleared out any charges and hired by the dso. however, she is officially in witness protection due to the increased threat of an attempt on her life ( much to her chagrin ) - in the vendetta novelisation it is said many people in the US government were traitors and simmons’ accomplices and the three dso agents killed in an explosion ( the bodies shown at the beginning of the movie with leon ) were a result of this.

cindy is still infected and can never be cured fully, due to this, she is required to take antiretrovirals and is monitored by the bsaa and is regularly required to submit herself to testing to make sure the virus remains latent.

cindy also eventually became a paramedic, working part-time for terrasave though she avoids working in the field when possible unless absolutely necessary though this is rare in general as she is a paramedic and not a trained agent - her experience with firearms in incredibly limited and she does not enjoy using one.

morpheus is a trans woman, and was undergoing gender-affirming surgery and hrt prior to her removal from her position at umbrella - this is part of why she was blamed for the arklay incident amongst other things, as an attempt to get rid of a prominent figure that the company saw as 'undesirable' due to some good old fashioned transphobia., rather than blame birkin.

obviously, umbrella is not particularly supportive to anything but cishet white men, and they continued to misgender her and demonize her - her "obsession" with beauty stems from dysphoria, but her ransom was not in the pursuit of money to fund her surgeries, but to take over the african facility and get revenge on umbrella.

jake is ethnically serbian, born to a serbian mother, but spent the majority of his younger years in various locations in the balklands penninsula. his involvement in edonia was due to mercenary work. due to this, he has a serbian accent, but is multilingual and able to pick up languages with relative ease ( as seen in how he picks up mandarin fluently in six months captivity ) and was raised eastern orthodox christian.

jake's uncle, greg, was the umbrella scientist responsible for the creation of the daylight vaccine for the t-virus. he is unaware of this, as he is about most knowledge regarding umbrella or his father.

similarly, miranda is originally from a spanish family, and that is her native language, though she has long since lost her accent. whilst she has not always lived in the village, that is where her daughter was born.

miranda loves her "children" in the same way an abusive mother does. she is strict, unwavering, and quick to discard them once they show signs of developing identities outside of her and personalities she does not like. she resents them for not being able to cure her grief, and blames them for it.

part of this stems from the knowledge that eva's consciousness is likely not in the megamycete, and if it is, it is purely accidental ( due to being buried where the megamycete can use corpses for nourishment ) and likely not a full transfer the same way someone infected with the mold is. she refuses to confront this and instead, remains in her delusion, but it is a choice to do so.

jessica is italian-indian, as her surname would suggest. given her career as a an agent of espionage, she regularly goes by several different aliases, and keeps a careful list of which she uses and where as well as a fabricated history.

related to this, she is on the bsaa's most wanted list and the missing-in-action list, as they have little confirmation she survived the sinking of the zenobia.

annette suspected ada from the moment they met, assuming her to be manipulating john in order to access umbrella's secrets and in her increasing paranoia began looking for any evidence to support her suspicions.

annette kept the sample in sherry's locket following the discovery of what had happened to lisa ( though she only found out about this from william, as it was not common knowledge ), and knew umbrella would not hesitate to use her daughter against her or will, so that a vaccine could be created if she were ever infected with g.

she also, as the virus spread, was responsible for keeping tabs on will's movements and destroying the bodies of g-creatures in an effort to curb the spread of the virus. regardless of their work, she was willing to risk her life to avoid it spreading further. she had just as much involvement in the virus' creation as her husband, but her achievements were disregarded due to umbrella's sexism, and most times she was credited as his "assistant".

following the events of re/2 and d/arkside chronicles, simmons is the legal guardian of both sherry and manuela. he does not showcase his abusive tendencies or behaviour to either, though he is not an affectionate foster father, but gives them anything they desire in order to keep them compliant with testing - done by carla, which would lead to the creation of the c-virus.

after "ada's" birth, simmons had all records of carla's existence destroyed.

ling has been chasing ada down for years, and rarely succeeds. whilst she went back to the government who tried to kill her, she is extremely jealous of ada's freedom to do as she wishes.

prior to the raccoon trials taking place, nikolai attempt to assassinate or coerce the remaining survivors with varying levels of success. with umbrella's bankruptcy and closure, he then returned to mercenary work.

#› 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : text. #i have more but for now. nap time.

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›         𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏   :    annette    ›    the bribery of chief irons. 

after two years of work, the NEST is finally completed beneath racoon city in 1993. transferring from the arklay laboratory, william and annette continue their work on the 𝐠-𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬 project. due to the constant use of the sewer network beneath the city, umbrella decides that they need the law enforcement on their side in order to keep the facility secret - alongside the water companies and similar companies that have reason to be in the area and may stumble across it - focusing on the police department due to the authority they carry. a background check is conducted on the current police chief, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬, and find him a perfect figure to blackmail due to his assault charges and niche interests that can be exploited, as well as his friendship with current city mayor michael warren.

several meetings take place, where the offer is given for irons to become a “friend” of umbrella and reap all the rewards and benefits that comes with it. as administrator of the NEST, both william and annette attend these meetings - though as time goes on, william returns back to his research and annette is left to do deal with the business ( something that irons finds favourable - annette is his type, albeit far older than he usually likes. annette, meanwhile, finds the man repulsive and loathes every meeting, though she is aware of him having a seedy history umbrella wanted to exploit, she was not told of what precisely this was - if she had known, she would have refused to comply and force william to do it instead. with more and more meetings however, she began to have her suspicions.)

for the next four years, umbrella begins paying irons once a month in payments of anywhere from $1000 to $10,000 - more often than not delivered by hand, in cash, through annette - both because umbrella sees her as more equipped to handle errands in comparison to her husband ( due to some good old fashion umbrella brand sexism ) but also due to her travelling from the NEST into the city and back more regularly due to sherry ( whereas william is notorious for spending weeks at a time away from home. )

in december of that 1996 year, umbrella holds their annual meeting to discuss any and all operations in raccoon city - this meeting is attended by both birkins ( not only administrators of the nest, but also all citywide umbrella facilities such as the dead factory and water treatment plant ). concerns are brought up about chief irons, despite working exactly as umbrella had hoped due to his increasingly erratic behaviour which may lead to suspicion and an impending investigation. it is decided that irons will be under heavy surveillance, and that the birkins will remain his point of contact with umbrella. upon the contamination of the t-virus at the arklay mansion on may 16th 1998, chief irons meets with william in the sewers to inform and reassure the chief of countermeasures being put in place. with containment a priority, irons is given an increase in bribe money to ensure no r.p.d officers wander into the arklay forest and that the press will not hear of the incident.

as the murders continue in the arklay mountains, the birkins meet with irons once more to discuss the use of the infected site to collect combat data and clean-up the area - informing irons that umbrella want s.t.a.r.s to be the sacrificial lambs. despite agreeing, irons’ behaviour only grows more worrying under the paranoia developing - killing his secretary.

with the surviving s.t.a.r.s launching their investigations into umbrella ( unofficially ), security is tightened around the sewer network. seeing her husband become increasingly more paranoid that he will be blamed for the contamination of the mansion, annette begins to worry about his health and their safety - particularly after the chicago branch begin increasing pressure to complete the 𝐠-𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬. the umbrella psychological evaluation unit begin regularly mandatory evaluations with both birkins, as well as their staff - noting that william is growing irritable ( particularly touchy when questioned about his relationship with irons ) and that his exhaustion may lead to an accident, further suggesting that he may be blamed.

with s.t.a.r.s still a threat, william instructs irons to keep a close eye on them and block all investigation attempts, selecting corrupt cops to provide extra security to keep them away from all facilities - in return, an extra $10,000 is given to irons. annette is once again forced to be the sole point of contact as her husband retreats further - she suggests the best course of option is to actively place the members of s.t.a.r.s in dangerous situations rather than fire them, or having them be killed in a way that looks accidental or as if they killed each other. fearing more eyes on him, irons rejects the suggestion and instead decides to grind them down: reducing their budget, weapons, equipment, resources and overworking them.

as the city begins an investigation into umbrella, and with no offer of joining umbrella’s board of executives, annette begins to seriously consider leaving umbrella and works on suggesting her husband do the same. she is certain that they will make him the scapegoat for the arklay incident once the 𝐠-𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬 project is complete, thus eliminating any further use for him. william begins falsifying reports to the chicago branch - after several discussions between the two and with the fate of dr marcus being brought up, annette convinces william to look for alternative routes. knowing umbrella will not willingly let either them or the 𝐠-𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬 go, she suggests brokering a deal with the u.s government in return for protection and to continue their research. as these negotiations begin with 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, irons is put under orders to detain any suspicious person immediately and continues to keep contact with annette - only continuing to do so due to the increasing paranoia, placing the needs of her family above her own comfort. at this point in time, chief irons ( also fearing retribution from umbrella ) solely works and is paid for by the birkins.

the total amounts paid in bribes ( as noted in irons' fax receipt, re: outbreak ) for 1996 totalled $20,500, 1997 totalling 55,800 and 1998 totalling 28,600. by the time out the outbreak, september 23rd ( when irons was notified to the contamination of the cities water supply ) irons had been paid roughly $104,900.

#› 𝒂. 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏 : headcanon. #this is mostly just collecting all the info from canon but with a lil headcanon sprinkled in #from og re2 / re2make / orc / dsc / the novels #mostly re: annette suffering with irons constantly #and the tie into simmons #every time annette has to be in a room with irons she's about to SNAP

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↪     𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑺 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  a  collection  of   gothic short stories .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   this  post  will  be  updated .  )  

that is a weird story ,  which will only haunt you if i tell it .

i like weird tales ,  &  they never trouble me .

you’ll be sorry for it ,  &  so shall i ,  perhaps .

a dreadful sense of loneliness oppressed me .

i’ve gone back a little to refresh my memory .

i can find my way back to you .

let us get out of this horrible place at once .

other men have passed here before us .

we may find something rare  &  precious here .

i never have quite forgiven myself for stealing it .

i brought it away as a souvenir .

i have a little surprise for you ,  my love .

you are foolishly superstitious .

neither sleep ,  food,  nor air gives me strength .

i told no one ,  i wanted to surprise you with it .

wake up  &  answer me !

i cherish the theory that the soul sometimes lingers in the body after death .

i should like to see justice done to it .

you believe in the soul as an independent entity ,  then ?

nobody would go near the place .

you and i know what happened .  or at least can guess .

don’t you recognize me ?

you shouldn’t leave your sentences unfinished .

i was just going home .

i’ll gladly come in ,  if you’ll allow me .

i must get back as quick as i can ,  it will be dark in a few minutes .

you must come with me .

i won’t stand for such nonsense ,  now .

good heavens ,  it’s a man’s body !

i wish the wind would go down .

you’ve been gone so long ,  i thought something must have happened to you .

the elements are always the true immortals .

i don’t mean that ,  of course .

shows how lonely this place is .

what else ,  in the name of heaven ,  what else ?

you know ,  i saw it before you did .

don’t keep pretending you hear things .

the best thing you can do is just keep quiet .

come  &  listen ,  &  see what you make of it .

haven’t i explained all that once ?

i can’t disguise it any longer .

i don’t like this place .  the darkness ,  &  the noises ,  &  the awful feelings i get .

we must keep our minds quiet .

&  what do you propose ?

i slept badly a little after dawn .

the wind won’t account for all the noises .

were you awake all last night ?

the only thing for us to do is to go on as though nothing had happened .

the less we think about them the better .

i dare not put the thought into words .

#› 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : prompts.

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“william should have lost any prior memories he had as a human by now. i tried to save him but i’m afraid it’s already too late.”

#› 𝒂. 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏 : image.

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›         𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄   :    annette.   

#› 𝒂. 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏 : aesthetic.

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›         𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔t𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   :    miranda    ›    @sailento. 

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆! 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆! how unkind the fates had been, to spare little donna the cold hands of the grave so she may waste her precious days in the chokehold of melancholia, whilst those much more deserving lay cold and buried. it is a sickness unto itself, one that pours into her blackened heart until it is fit to burst, to see donna waste her potential the way she does. a body rotting like the dampened rafters of the home that sits as a tomb, as if she had not been spared the fall that claimed her parents.

rarely does she deign to grace her children with her presence, and rarer still in the miserable hovels they call home, interactions limited beneath the eyes of the black god and before an adoring flock of starving sheep who revere our blessed saint but even the holy mother has her duties, her burdens. donna may be an empty cage in search of a little yellow bird, but her company is far more tolerable than that of her rambunctious or desperate children. all of them are but stepping stones to her heart's desire. god has given her a gift, and she will not waste it. not like dear, sweet, thankless donna has. 

she sits, golden talons tapping against porcelain that has sat unused - or so she presumes, the taste of dust one that has permeated it's walls not so easily washed away - her icy gaze settling upon the godless ghost of a girl. revulsion swallowed down beside her tea - her youngest daughter has divided her own cadou. intentional, perhaps, a sacrifice of blood to in the pursuit of knowledge, or had she tried to the gift god had given her? ungrateful wretch.  "sweet girl, how lonely you must be up here." her children loathe to sit together, walls of steel and rock and forest separating each as if the mere chance of glancing one another across the valley was too great a sin to bear. just how she desires it. "these floors were made for the sound of little feet, not those of your..." disdainful eyes, pale and cold, as empty as the life she has been forced to endure without her own flesh and blood, survey the collection of dour dolls dressed in the same misery their maker cloaks herself in, "toys."

#sailento #› 𝒎. 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 : thread › sailento. #i kept this a lil shorter than i usually do but 🖤

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interview with the vampire (2022):  episode 5,  a vile hunger for your hammering heart. tw:  murder, death, abuse, violence, blood, strong language, all vampire things.

* i can’t die like this!

* let my dog live.

* it’s a kill list in a teenager’s handwriting.

* i’m trying to think of something more fucked up than this.

* they’ll scale the sides of this building, force their way inside and paint the walls with his blood.

* don’t look down on them, look in the mirror.

* he’s an opinionated young man, he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited.

* what does he taste like?

* i didn’t ask that.

* you were thinking it.

* he tastes like honey and pineapple, he stuffs himself for days before he offers himself to me. would you like to sample?

* i care for him more than he cares for himself.

* stay out of my head.

* you wouldn’t find the corroboration you’re seeking even if you could. we burned, we buried. and a convention city is not motivated to advertise grim statistics.

* i know what i’d do, but you’ve cut my hands off.

* don’t do that, it’s private.

* what night is it?

* i couldn’t hear you over the tugboat.

* a whole lot of concern has been wasted on you these past months.

* did you read my other ones?

* well, you better hope and pray you taught me how to clean up good.

* you gonna let him do this to me?!

* i’ve read some passages out loud, i’m afraid. hurtful words for both of your guardians.

* i buried them, okay?! way out of town! nothing out there for miles, no one’s ever gonna find them except maybe criminals burying bodies of their own.

* i’m never gonna forget what happened here. i hate you.

* get out of my room!

* you want money?

* i mean, it’s always a straight line with you. yes, i am asking for your support in my campaign.

* sounds like there’s a maniac on the loose.

* don’t be too startled if the police come knocking on your door.

* i was in the middle of cleaning when they knocked.

* you often leave your daughter alone with access to illegal spirits?

* that’s my daughter’s room!

* oh, i’m getting ready for bed!

* have you lost your goddamn mind? overnight, in a jail cell, with no coffin. we all be dead by morning.

* we do not bring souvenirs into the house!

* so much wine in his blood… and beer, and whisky.

* you wanted her, you fix her!

* do you remember our life, how happy we were before her? an anvil tied around our ankles, pulling us towards the pitch-black ocean floor.

* who am i supposed to love?

* how are you gonna fix it, huh? which one of you is gonna fuck me?

* well, you’re not my type, i like a fuller figure.

* if you could find other vampires, which you won’t, they would shred you to strips because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake.

* how about you shut the fuck up?

* he treats us like shit and you take it! why is that?

* you, as cruel as the devil ever made, to refuse me one love when you got two!

* i’ve been entertaining myself.

* i’ll kill her soon.

* don’t run off…

* why did you take me home? why not a hospital? maybe i’d have a handsome husband by now, or he’d be plain with a good disposition. that’d be fine too. i’d be sweeping floors, making dinners, nursing babies. maybe i’d go to church… you think on that some.

* i had no words for her, what words were there? “it all happened so fast”, “i was trying to save you”… “all vampires are born out of trauma.”

* poor dear. she wasn’t held enough in between ritualistic murders.

* look, charlie manson wrote a couple of beautiful songs. still, he was charlie manson.

* is that all you think of her?

* it won’t matter what your intentions are… it’s the world out there right now.

* once you put it out there, they decide what it is. it can get away from you.

* i won’t have her exploited.

* keep reading.

* keep talking.

* assume we are under suspicion. assume our finances no longer provide us protection.

* make your kills outside of the city, one a night. no persons of note… unfortunates, undesirables.

* we should leave the city, start anew, turn a betrayal into an opportunity. new york, chicago, los angeles…

* we should dismantle her room.

* she’ll be back.

* there would be no roaring twenties for us.

* we were underground for seven years.

* (name), come home. i know i hurt you. i know i can make it right again.

* little girl… i’m talking to you. now what were you doing in the library? you’re not allowed in there.

* i don’t talk to strangers.

* you can read?

* just as i thought, a little thief. you’re coming with me.

* what are you gonna do after that? after you turn her in, after it makes you feel like a big man, what’s your next move, you think?

* you’re not allowed to ride one of those on campus.

* this is our school, where is your fighting pride?

* you hungry?

* flaubert’s style is so dense. the absence of metaphor is so striking…

* should we make it a night of the two?

* you sound like every pompous sorbonne student i’ve ever eaten.

* should i do it like you instead? read the first ten pages of every book and pass myself off as cultured?

* well, at least you’re listening. i sit there thinking “light yourself on fire, see if he’ll notice.”

* you draw me into your gloom.

* it’s your fault she’s gone. if you hadn’t pushed her…

* i cannot listen to this insanity about (name) one more time.

* i got to hear my own funeral. only couple dozen people showed up, most didn’t have much to say. started talking about the weather a few minutes in.

* poor fella digging my grave lies resting on the family plot.

* what was he like, your maker?

* it ain’t like that, he’s more like a dad.

* oh, now there’s three of us.

* got me wondering what it’d be like, ride with others, hunt in a pack. a little fang gang.

* you got a name?

* you don’t kill like a (name), you kill like a killer.

* there are four pages torn out… did she tear them out? didn’t seem like something she would do…

* when you do that, when you editorialize, however noble the reasoning, it calls into question all of the other shit you’re shovelling my way.

* don’t ask again.

* it could be her, but i’m the one who is presently standing in front of you.

* so, if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered…

* hello? oh, sorry… no, it’s good to hear your voice.

* we’re headed north… crash cleaned us out. and don’t offer, ‘cause i’m not asking.

* you look good.

* don’t need that either, (name). or… whatever you are that took my (name).

* i prayed myself old, begging what to do about you. god never talked back, so… this is how it has to be, for me, for my family. you understand?

* i’ve come to apologize, i put you both in a bad spot. i wasn’t right in my head… i am now.

* apology not accepted.

* so, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good?

* perused a few folklore anthologies and now you’re going to cross the ocean to take on a society of monsters?

* if what i’ve read is lies, then tell me what’s true.

* seven years and what’s changed other than you need a housekeeper?

* the vampires out there are vicious… oh, but you know that already. who did you meet out there?

* that’s it, keep 'em scared. that’s his way.

* we took her life from her. we cursed her.

* come with me! come with me, (name)!

* i thought i could live without you but i was wrong.

* his love is a small box he keeps you in. don’t stay in it!

* a thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her you’re just gonna up and leave me?!

* please, come with me! let’s be vampires worthy of your love!

* i fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper… i never once harmed you.

* let him go… he didn’t do nothing. it’s me you want.

* i have patiently waited in vain for you to love me as i love you. just say it… i’m never going to love you. it would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips… your quivering, hateful lips.

* let go of me.

* anything for you.

#› 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : prompts : specify muse.

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film ask meme : VIDEODROME (1983) directed by DAVID CRONENBERG.

a selection of lines from the 1983 film videodrome. modified slightly for rp purposes.

it’s that time again. time to slowly, painfully ease  yourself back into consciousness. 

no, i’m not a dream, although i’ve been told i’m a vision of loveliness. 

it’s soft. there’s something too soft about it. 

i’m looking for something that will break through. something tough. 

this is supposed to be a clandestine operation. know what i mean? 

we have to give people something they can’t get anywhere else. and we do that. 

he is certainly a menace to me.

you can’t take your eyes off it. it’s so realistic. 

they’ll tell you where to get help, lover. and you need it. you need it now. 

take out your knife and cut me here, just a little. 

coffee. cigarette. office. go. 

darling, i am looking for something a lot more…contemporary.

it’s too naive. it’s too sweet. like you, darling. 

i’m going away tomorrow for two weeks, on assignment. 

don’t stay in the sun too long. i heard it’s bad for the skin. 

listen to me. i want you to stay away from it. 

sounds like a challenge.

got a cigarette?

it has a philosophy and that is what makes it dangerous. 

give me a name i can talk to.

i stay away from the scary stuff. 

you are going to have to be nice to me for this. 

we can take a shower together, any time you say. 

oh, yes. your ideas were superficial. violence, sex, catharsis. 

jesus, ____. you scared me.

you look awful. can i get you something? 

i’m so glad you came to me.

you’ll have to learn to live  in a very strange new world. 

but who’s behind it? what do they want? 

careful. it bites.

it bites. isn’t that what you said? what kind of teeth do you think it has? 

how did you come to be exposed to it? 

i expect them to come to me to hurt me. i thought it might be you. 

i keep him alive as best i can. he had so much to offer. 

he wasn’t afraid to let his body die. 

after all, there is nothing real outside our perception of reality, is there? 

you realize you’re playing with dynamite? 

you don’t have to hurt anybody. you just have to think about it. 

fuck you. i’m not a mechanism you can switch on and off. 

why deny you get your kicks out of watching torture and murder? 

we’re entering savage new times, and we’re going to have to be pure and direct and strong if we’re going to survive them. 

you’re rotting us away from the inside. 

they used her image to seduce you but she was already dead. 

don’t back away. i stole it from them just for you to see. 

we’d like to keep using you until you’re all gone. 

you’ve hurt them but you haven’t destroyed them.

#› 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : prompts : specify muse.