oh nO i just got hit by the new layout
ITS SO UGLY?? IT LOOKS LIKE TWITTER BUT WORSE?? BRING BACK MY OLD DASHBOARD PLEASE?? WHAT IS THIS??? This actively makes me want to avoid going on to tumblr y i k e s
@staff where can i leave feedback to get this changed back ASAP?
Edit: LEAVE FEEDBACK. please check reblogs for information on how to send feedback to tumblr. Be respectful when you send it or your feedback may be ignored, but let them know you don't like it by officially sending them feedback. If they get enough people telling them we don't like this new update, we might be able to get them to roll it right back where it came from.
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RESIDENT EVIL → THE WESKER FAMILY
To the public, little is known of the families behind some of the world’s most renowned bioterrorists, but the question remains: did they play a role in causing their children to walk down the path that they did? Or are these individuals simply ambitious criminals with delusions of grandeur?
For Diana Wesker (née Afanasyeva), her introduction into the bioweapons black market trade was upon discovering her employers were using her research into limb regeneration with salamanders to further their experiments in creating enhanced soldiers, instead of developing human therapies with which she was recruited for. Although the prospect of using biological weapons in the military did not appeal to her, the concept remained fascinating for her own selfish endeavours. Born on the 27th of October, 1963 in Sydney, Australia to Russian immigrant parents, Diana had harsh expectations placed upon her at a young age, ones that no matter how hard she tried she could never live up to. Her mother, Tatyana, was an unfeeling woman, absent for long stretches of time with little regard to how it affected her daughters, much more concerned with her craft as an accomplished opera singer. Viktor was no better. A strict man whose role as father and ballet master blurred, he pushed his girls to one day follow in his footsteps. Whilst Sofia enjoyed ballet, and went on to become a professional ballet dancer, Diana’s heart was set on going into the field of biology. She wished to make a name for herself, separate from her family – to which she succeeded.
Diana was married to former U.S. Marine, Dave Monroe, for only a year until he was declared dead in 1992 after succumbing to injuries sustained in a horrific car accident. Foul play was ruled out while Diana played the role of the grief-stricken widow, but in reality, she had snapped after years of mistreatment at her husband’s hands, and opted for something she could pass off as an accident to be free of him. For years she believed he was dead – and he was, legally – but that proved to not be the case when he found his way back into her life again in 1999. Unbeknownst to her, she had been lied to by the police and coroner, who were paid off by her employers when they took Dave’s body for themselves and used him as one of their first test subjects in developing supersoldiers. Before he could ever hurt her again, Diana’s second husband, Albert Wesker, tracked the man down, captured him and tortured him, before allowing Diana to get her violent and bloody revenge.
The origins of Albert Wesker’s involvement in bioterrorism, alongside his twin sister, Alex, are much different than that of Diana’s. The two hail from London, Canada, but unfortunately, they hold no memories of their lives there, nor what happened to their biological parents when they were eight years old. Agents of Oswell E. Spencer, an aristocratic billionaire and eugenicist, took the twins from their home and executed their parents as per Spencer’s orders. Albert and Alex were then placed in a home funded by the Spencer Foundation where they were given new names and a privileged upbringing. They had access to the best education possible, free to pursue whichever field they decided, but it was by no accident they both went into virology and bioengineering; at home, their adoptive parents – agents whom they believed to be their real parents – instilled them with the beliefs of Oswell E. Spencer, harbouring disdain for war and pestilence, and believing humans to be an evolutionary dead-end in need of a rebirth. They were only two of the hundreds of children “adopted” as part of what is known as Project W, a plan intended to develop an advanced race of human beings. The most promising candidates were headhunted by Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, the twins amongst them, where they went on to create bioweapons for the company founded by none other than the man who had handpicked them for his plan. The final stage of this was to infect the thirteen Spencer saw fit, however, only two survived; Albert received the intended effects, now possessing superhuman abilities, however, Alex was only offered more time to live due to her terminal degenerative illness.
In the summer of 1995, Diana was working undercover within Umbrella to gather development data on their projects for her company. Here, she had a chance encounter with Albert, an intelligence officer at the time, which permanently altered the course of her life. The two were never seen far from one another’s side, marrying in 1998, and they went on to become notorious in the bioweapons industry. The development of the Uroboros virus was where things took a turn for the worst. Although Diana’s infection was successful and she bore abilities that rivalled her husband’s, the plan itself did not succeed as they had hoped, and almost cost Albert his life at the hands of his former subordinates.
Now, they work within the shadows, with Diana declared missing and Albert believed to be dead. Their legacy, however, lives on with the mark they left on the world. As visionaries in their field, they influenced bioterror attacks carried out by countless individuals and organisations. In turn, they also inspired others to fight against such atrocities. One such person happens to be Albert’s son from a former relationship, Jake Müller, whose existence he was unaware of.
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People who want you to shut up about vice versa better know I'll be under their beds with a knife 🔪. (kidding) (maybe not)
SFJKSGFKSGDJSGFJSKFG THAT'S VERY SWEET OF YOU ANON BUT THAT'S NOT NECESSARY
this is actually all part of my master plan because, see, if they want to buy my silence then they're gonna have to watch the show. if they do watch the show, then maybe they're gonna fall in love with it. if they fall in love with it, then maybe they're not gonna want me to shut up about it anymore. and even if they don't like it or if they still want me to shut up about it, im increasing the views of the show by making people watch it
EITHER WAY IT'S STILL A WIN FOR ME
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Personal post, please don't reblog
So. My mother sold her house. The house where I grew up in. The house where she abused me. The house where I made some of the best and worst memories of my life. The house that felt like a dream when I was a kid and like a suffocating prison when I was a teenager.
And like, I knew this was coming. It's been months since she put it on sale. It's also been 4 years since the last time I stepped foot inside it or went anywhere near its vicinity. But I'm still finding it overwhelmingly hard to process. Ever since I found out she'd sold it, I've been having these really vivid "nightmares" where I just. Idk. I open a drawer in the kitchen and stare at the exact cutlery we used to have in that house, down to the tiniest details. Or I'm lying in my bed and the lightbulbs around me start flickering and I realise they're placed in the exact same spots as they were in my childhood bedroom.
And I think this whole deal has made me realise I... miss that house? I miss the garden, and my toys, and my silly magazine posters, and the trees, and I miss my pets and my neighbours. I think up until this point I hadn't allowed myself to separate the terror and trauma I feel toward my mother from the fondness and love I used to feel for the house when I was a kid, and realising I still love that house in some way now that she's sold it feels like a slow-motion punch to the gut.
It doesn't help that my mother texted me saying she's moving out in two weeks and she wants me to go and say goodbye to the house/pick up the last of my stuff. It doesn't help because I said yes, because I still have books and pictures and documents and old toys I want to have in my possession, but I don't know how I'm going to process stepping back into that place after so long just to... never see it again.
I mean, what if my cat is around and he doesn't remember me? What if I suddenly remember details about the house I was finally starting to forget? What if I burst into tears and she's around and sees me crying? What if I ruin the songs I listen to in the car on my way there for myself? What if she tries to talk to me or guilt-trip me by reminding me of good memories from that house? (I know she probably won't, because I'm bringing several people with me, but still).
Idk. Half of me feels like I need to commit every single corner of the house to memory just so I don't ever forget about my beloved childhood home where I made so many happy memories. The other half of me wishes I could wear distortion glasses the whole time just so I do not accurately perceive a single detail about the house that may sneak into my nightmares and haunt me for months or even years.
I just feel like I'm going to need to do a lot of mourning about this. I feel like I'm already mourning, right now, just from the thought of going there in a few days. But at the same time, I really want to go, because I know I'd regret it all my life if I didn't. I'd especially regret not grabbing my photo albums and my childhood books while I still could (however many of them are left after all these years). There are so many things I couldn't bring with me when I left because I didn't want her to notice them missing and suspect, and I know she's given away and thrown out a lot of them, but part of me still hopes that at least some of the things I want to take with me are still where I left them.
My head is a big, big mess right now.
(I typed this out just to express myself; I'm not looking for any answers to my questions or any alternatives or solutions. But if anyone has kind words or any advice on how to make this process easier, I'd appreciate them a lot ❤️)
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ah well gosh hi???
in what i said was gonna be a one day break from, well, life tbh, i seemingly realized that i don't just have school coming SOON, but that i wasn't prepared to wake up at 2pm to find out i only have a few days left of total free time not spent struggling and stressing out over exams of all things
so like any average person i went and made plans with friends to hang out and get my mind off of everything- and while it was good while it lasted, i really wanted to be, yknow, clear
i have artworks at the ready, and if i ever become desperate enough to start getting a hang on drawing with a mouse all the time i might as well, but as things stand i really do not know what the heck i am doing-
i'll try my hardest to at least look for a way to fix the pen cause that's just the most important and expensive part of the damaged stuff, but i'm thinking the cable is perma-broke so i'll have to look for a way to replace it
to cut right to the chase: i have some art i can post. but i dunno when, if, or which to post because most of them have some context that i would've normally been all too eager to explain, but as things stand? man i don't think i could muster the energy to try
so? i dunno yall- i mean i could start writing again? i've entertained the idea long enough and this might be just the opportunity to finally get some practice without getting distracted by drawing :'D
i could do small stuff with a mouse if i feel like sharing some art, but the illustrations? i feel like i can only post those once i feel a bit more alive mentally and physically to interact with others without feeling so drained all the time (but knowing that school's coming, i can't really promise anything :'))
thanks a lot for the sweet words and patience guys- it means a lot that you won't immediately, idk, ditch this blog once you realize i might not post much if not at all (hopefully not gosh) for an undetermined amount of time? you really made me realize this wasn't as bad as my mind's been pushing me to think,
so trust me i WILL bounce back and reblog stuff and have entire essays in your tags eventually- i just need to stop feeling like it has to be today, or tomorrow, or any days afterwards, just that it will happen when i feel like it<3
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