#starsmade

[traumamademoved]

@starsmade​ sent “ don't make me repeat myself, man. back off. ”

CONFLICT PROMPTS

Status: ACCEPTING

Leon wishes he could say this is the first time some drunken fool decided to flirt with him and ignore his repeated no’s. Bars are full of people who don’t know how to stop flirting and as soon as this man had seen Leon by hmself, he’d gone for it.

Chris had gone to the bathroom and Leon was left alone at the bar. Mostly to get food instead of a drink. Though, the more this man tries to tell him all the things he wants to do with or to him, Leon’s half tempted to buy an entire bottle of whiskey and vanish into a far corner away from this asshole.

“I have a boyfriend.” Leon grumbles, leaning forward across the bar to order something to eat for himself and Chris. He already has a pretty good idea of what Chris would want, they’ve been dating a while now.

“You sure about that? If I had a pretty thing like you, I wouldn’t be leaving him alone at the bar.” The drunken fool says who Leon notes isn’t even attractive (but that might also be because he’s not Chris). It takes everything in him not to fake gag at the guy. It would probably cause more problems than it’s worth and he wants to have a good time with Chris, not end up with a sour mood.

But that’s becoming increasingly hard. His muscles are tense and he prays to a God he doesn’t believe in that Chris will come back soon or he swears he’s going to bolt like a spooked animal.

Just as Leon thinks that, Chris approaches, and Leon lets out a breath of relief - though, his muscles are still tense, clearly put in an uncomfortable situation and Chris picks it up instantly. He knows his body language by now. He knows when Leon is uncomfortable, ready to flee, or ready to fight.

One look at the man is all it takes for Chris to put two and two together. 

“Back off.” He can hear Chris say but the man scoffs at him, which only seems to piss Chris off further. “Don’t make me repeat myself, back off.” 

The man rolls his eyes at Chris. “Or what?” He says as he moves to what Leon can only assume is to grab his ass to prove a point. Chris is quicker than him, though, and he catches his wrist before he can. In what Leon can tell is a harsh grip.

Leon opens his mouth to speak only for the man to punch Chris in the face and Leon’s ready to leap into action and defend his boyfriend but he also knows Chris can defend himself and this isn’t going to turn out well for the drunken fool.

Food and drink is set in front of him, Leon grabs his drink before turning around to lean against the bar and watch what is about to happen. “First mistake was trying to grab me. Second mistake was punching my boyfriend.” 

He won’t leap into action just yet. No, he’s going to wait - see how this plays out and watch this man get his ass kicked.

Besides, he kind of enjoys seeing Chris be protective so why jump in just yet?

#starsmade

[noonegetsleftbehind]

HAPPPPPPYYYYY BIRTHDAY CHRIS TWINNIE!

:D <3333 Thank you! I am still cracking up over our discussion the other day!

#|| bsaa file: answered || #|| bsaa file: ooc || #starsmade

[traumamadearch]

@starsmade​ gets a discussed starter

Chris is supposed to be home by now. He’d texted him, telling him he was done with the mission, so when he doesn’t? Leon had known something wrong. He vaguely remembers Chris saying something about repenting,

He knows the mission had went horribly so that must be what’s happening here, Chris has gone to some church in hope to seek forgiveness. In the same way that Leon goes to gyms after a terrible mission, punishing himself until his hands are raw and his knuckles bleed.

In a way, Chris is hurting himself too, and without much further thought - Leon is headed to every church between the BSAA headquarters that he can find. It takes a few, and Leon finds himself highly uncomfortable in them, but that doesn’t matter. Not when it’s Chris at stake here.

It takes about three churches before Leon finds Chris and as soon as he steps in the place, he sees Chris sitting in one of the benches. He ignores the way his skin crawls at even stepping into this place and quickly crosses the distance.

He moves to sit down next to Chris. He’s got no idea how he’s going to get him out of here but he has to try because this isn’t healthy for anyone. “Hey.” Leon says softly, gently nudging Chris with his shoulder. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

#starsmade

[tooxldtorememxer]

( @starsmade​ wrote: one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock or strap inside while they do another task  ( paperwork, reading, watching a movie etc. ). (tehhe chris on the lap perhaps?) )

Before he’d met Chris Redfield, there was no way in any level of hell, he would have imagined himself like this. Things like this had never been a priority or on his mind, period. He knew how babies were made and that was it. That had been enough.

Then Chris had come along and had started suggesting things to try. Things he’d never done or even thought of or were possible and now… well.. He didn’t exactly hate it. Some days he couldn’t even bare thinking about it and it would throw him into a loop of anger and discomfort, but then there were days like these when he was more than open to it. This thing, in particular, had seemed redundant to him in the beginning. Because what the hell was the point of just sitting? But -

But.

This time it had been Karl himself who had suggested it because he liked the game. So they had been fooled around and he had played with Chris for a while before he’d pulled away and sat on the couch. Then he had told him to ”Come here,” and decide for himself where he wanted to keep his cock. ”To save it for later,” might have been the phrase he’d used. There was a show they’d been watching and it seemed like the perfect thing to put on. Just an episode or two. It was all part of the game. When Chris made his decision to sit on his lap rather than to keep him in his mouth or his hand he’d instructed him to sit facing the tv so he could see too. And so he wouldn’t feel the pressure of his eyes on him too much.

He kept one arm resting over one of Chris’ thighs, giving him room and space to trace his fingers along the inside of it at a random pace and patter and every now and then he would trail his fingers along his cock too. The other moved between softly stroking his other strong thigh, his hip, his side or even up his chest to his throat every once in a while, nails softly scratching the skin as he went on. He’d never been good with idle hands. “I think he knows who the murderer is. He’s just playing with him and waiting for him to make a mistake,” he commented and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his shoulder, followed by a gentle nip. 

Yes, he could for sure see how he’d been roped into this and was pretty sure it would continue. It wasn’t so bad.

#starsmade #karl | character #sound of silence | verse #( i'm.. surprisingly ok with this xD ) #( so that happened. )

[lethalpursuit-archived]

plotted starter for @starsmade

The T-Veronica virus was within his grasp.  He had never anticipated failure, of course, but that didn’t mean Albert Wesker didn’t enjoy a victory... And why shouldn’t he?  A being as powerful as he was deserved this sort of enjoyment, didn’t he?

And once he had the virus, once he was able to complete his research, nothing would stop him.  Not even Chris, who was so stubborn, so stupid, unable to see the beauty of what Wesker was working toward...  You’re senile, he’d said once, absolutely unable to recognize that he was no longer on the winning side...  Such a foolish, foolish boy.

Oh, but he would learn.  Wesker nudged the form on the ground before him with the toe of one boot, hearing the way his former subordinate groaned at the contact.  “Oh Chris...  It’s such a shame to see one of my best men like this.  Clearly you need more training.” And Wesker could provide exactly that.  He had always known Chris had such potential, that the boy could accomplish such great things if he was only given the correct influence....  But Wesker had not been strict enough with him.  He had spared the rod, and the child was now spoiled...  However, there was still a chance that he could fix this.  Chris was defective, yes, but not broken beyond repair.  He simply needed a bit of...  Fine-tuning. “Come along,” he says calmly, kneeling to pick up the other as though he weighed next to nothing.  He draped Chris over his shoulder like a sack of flour.  “No one better to make sure you’re adequately trained than I.”

#m: sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs -- A.Wesker #starsmade #hope this is okay! let me know if i need to change anything!

[torntruth]

plotted  starter     —     @starsmade​ .

it’s  harder  to  enjoy  a  simple  brunch.   maybe  if  claire  thought  more  into  it,  she’d  understand  why.   went  to  therapy  more.   quit  focusing  on  work,   but  the  root  of  it  is  that  she  understands  monsters  haunt  our  world  and  she  can’t  just  rest  until  their  gone.   it’s  never  just  a  simple  brunch,   but  today  they’re  going  to  fucking  enjoy  it.    it’s  this  cute  rooftop  place,  decorated  in  vines  and  flowers.   a  cat  roams  in  between  people’s  feet  unbothered.   not  much  of  a  view,   two  taller  buildings  beside  it,   but  it  feels  like  a  getaway.    claire’s  in  just  this  plain  black  t-shirt  and  jeans,  slightly  heeled,   brown  boots.

“   —   do  you  drink  anymore?    would  you  be  bothered  if  i  had  a  mimosa?   ”

#— ch / claire redfield ‚ let her live / the rescuer / the leader. #starsmade

[darckcarnival]

Easy. Historical books. If I hear myself be called a DILF - I’m not even a dad? One more time I might snap. That’s the same with breaking bad too. They never shut up about it - it’s not even good!

"You've got the vibes of it, and the age, though. And that technically makes you count to some people. Trust me... I've been called a Milf before, which is just as bad."

"Let them enjoy breaking bad! It was ahead of it's time- according to fans at least." Nailed it, covered that up. "People go nuts online."

"Be careful though, you talk too them about Dilf and watch them find something else you won't know."

#starsmade #One Bear Two Bear :: starsmade #Creeper Gonna Creep :: Darck In Character #(( chris out here suffering. ))

[sapphiren]

munday asks!!!  @starsmade​ :  12. what do you think about AUs? 30. what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

12. what do you think about AUs?

I’m always up for AUs! Picturing muses in different contexts is fun — plus it helps with getting to understand your muse better because you have to think of what they’d do in situations totally different from their canon. Like... imagine if Rinne wasn’t raised to be the village chief. He’d most definitely have turned out different from canon.

30. what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

Angst is definitely number one, because damn, do I like to hurt myself with painful plots. Buuut I also like romance as much as the next person, and of course — memeing around. And Rinne is king when it comes to that. Heh.

#﹝ ooc » just phi things. ﹞ #﹝ inbox » you've got mail. ﹞ #starsmade

[movemnt]

@starsmade liked for Barry!

"Hey, Chris," Gruff voice spoke up upon sight of the other, "Something been going on? Your sister's been worried lately." He of all people knows how hard it may be to keep the ties of one's family tightly knit, but he figured a reminder to call would be helpful. "Have you called her?"

#starsmade #barry ;; ic #barry vc: call your sister god dammit she's worried

[opalscave-moved]

@starsmade​​​   ☾⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ     “  it’s  truly  a  wonder  that  you’re  still  alive.  ”,  chris  to  ada  !

Carefully  filed  fingernails  dig  into  the  deagle  in  her  hands;  it  wasn’t  her  usual  style,  but  Ada  needed  something  far  more  powerful  for  the  upcoming  week-  maybe  that  was  why  the  woman  swung  by  to  visit  Redfield  and  his  little  arsenal;  he  was  the  only  one  who  didn’t  try  to  question  her,  unlike  Leon  or  Claire....  though,  that  streak  was  broken  when  her  ears  caught  the  mumbling  of  the  man.

“  Oh?  You  say  that  to  every  girl  you  meet,  or  am  I  just  special?  “

#☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒; 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 [ answered ] #☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 [ ada wong / ic ] #☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 [ ada wong / re 2 + 3] #starsmade #hope this is okay!

[traumamademoved]

@starsmade​ sent [ STRADDLE ]: while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

SEXU.AL TENSION PROMPTS

Status: ACCEPTING

Leon is one of the very few that can keep up with Chris. They’ve both got their skills and they’ve both got their weakness. By this time, they know each other and how they move like the back of their hand - is why they work so well together as well as how they can spar for hours if they let themselves.

By the time Leon’s knocked to the floor, and his breath is nearly knocked out of him, he’s sweaty. Hair a wild mess, sticking to his face, and his hand’s pinned above his head. 

Lips part with soft pants from the sparring but his lips curl up into a teasing smirk at the position they’ve found themselves in. He does not fight within Chris’ hold on his wrists - he’s accepting defeat. Mostly because of the position they’re in.

“Guess you’ve got me right where you want me. Now what?”

#starsmade

[traumamadearch]

@starsmade​ sent “ i told you i’d find you… ”

the receiver has recently been kidnapped and held captive by enemies of the sender. send in “ I TOLD YOU I’D FIND YOU… “ for the sender, having spent every minute since the abduction searching for them, to reunite with the receiver after defeating the bad guys. ( OR: if the sender wouldn’t say this, send in “LOST” and whatever they might actually say in that situation! so for example: “LOST + “come on, let’s go home.” )

Status: ACCEPTING

It was a normal day. Chris was at work but he was meant to come home today so Leon had spent the afternoon making dinner for them. That was the plan, anyway. He had started making dinner, ingredients being taken out of cabinets to get started. 

Whoever snuck in must have been stealthy and highly skilled because with Leon’s honed senses, it isn’t easy to get the drop on him. One minute he’s got a measuring cup and some flour in his hand the next, there’s someone putting a cloth over his mouth.

Instantly, his fight or flight kicks in as he realizes the substance on the cloth is chloroform. Both flour and measuring cup drops to the ground, spilling the contents of the flour bag and the glass from the measuring cup goes across the floor in tiny shards.

Instantly, Leon begins struggling. Kicking and thrashing about as much as he can on purpose, making sure to knock things over so that Chris knows something has happened and it makes the kitchen even more of a mess. Glasses, bowls, ingredients all spilled on the floor and the counters.  

All signs of a break in and a struggle when Chris came home and spotted it. There’s no sign of it being a drunken episode of throwing things around in frustration, there had been not a bottle in sight, because for once he felt good. It had been a while since Chris had been home and he was happy.

When Leon wakes up, he’s hanging in chains from the ceiling. Wrists in iron shackles connected to the hook on the ceiling, feet barely touching the ground, and his shirt has been ripped off.

The first thing he notices is the throbbing and the blood on the back of his neck where the surgical site is. The asshole must have seen it in the struggle and surgically removed the chip. Blood trickles down the back of his neck and Leon’s head pounds.

His vision is blurry enough he has to blink it back into focus and when he lifts his head, he comes to face with a couple of men. A tough guy type and then someone leaner. The muscular one reminds him of a tough guy type. Short black hair, muscles, tall, with cold blue eyes that stare him down.

The other one reminds him more of a spy type. Slender, shorter than the other man, and dressed like a spy. Must have been the one who grabbed him. Behind him is a set of tools and Leon realizes the two men are here for very different skillsets.

One to beat the hell out of him, the other to torture him. Fuck, this isn’t good.

“Hey, fellas.” Leon breathes out with a yank of chains, noting that the chains are tight and there’s no way of getting out of these, “I like being chained up as much as the next guy but don’t you think this is a little overboard?”

The tough guy type growls and hisses a ‘shut up’ at him and sends a punch straight to his stomach that has Leon groaning out, body lurching forward, and a cough leaving him. 

Shit, that’s going to bruise.

Is this some umbrella asshole? The spy looking one could be, the other one is just hired muscle. His mind is kicked into overdrive, assessing the situation. 

He must have seriously pissed someone off. Or Chris did. It’s no secret the two of them are together. 

“Where’s Chris Redfield?”

Ah, there it is.

“Fuck you. I’m not telling you bastards shit.” Leon hisses out at him. This could be disgruntled umbrella people are someone from Chris’ military past, he doesn’t know which. He knows one thing, though. He’s about to get torture for information.

They start relatively simple. Just beating the hell out of him. One punch splits his lip and Leon turns his head to spit out blood, his cheek throbbing in pain. Oh, that’s going to leave a bruise.

And so is the punches to his torso area. The guy’s got enough strength that Leon can feel his rib bone cracking underneath the force of it, making Leon yelp out in pain which only makes the man laugh.

When they realize that Leon isn’t going to talk with a beating, they move on to more serious things with a claim of ‘we can do this all day’. The spy looking one steps forward with a knife. 

He seems to know just where to cut and how small to cut to inflict pain and not too much blood loss. Tiny cuts upon his cheek, chest area, and stomach. It’s like tiny paper cuts but a little bigger and a whole lot worse.

When that doesn’t work, they move on to water boarding, and electrocuting, and various other torture methods. 

It feels like hours by the time someone finds him. By the time a team actually finds him, he’s a mess. There’s not a single part of him that doesn’t seem injured in some way.

Blood and bruises all along his body, some burn marks, and water dripping from his face. His head is hung downward and if one didn’t know better, they may think he’s dead.

His vision is blurry, he can barely register what’s going on, and the blood loss makes his head feel fuzzy. The toll his body had taken makes him exhausted, barely able to hold his head up, or keep his eyes open. He’s sort of just limp in his chains because it’s too much effort to be anything other than that.

The sound of gunshots ring out, Leon barely registers it because he’s half here and half not. Retreating into his own mind, dissociating which he is prone to do from time to time.

He barely registers the call of ‘Leon!’ and barely registers the hands on his cheeks lifting his head up to assess the damage on his face and see if he’s passed out or not.

He’s not passed out but there is a distant look in his eyes, like he’s not present. Another gentle prod of his name, the sound of someone calling him ‘baby’ and a firmer grip on his face and Chris’ voice is enough to bring him back to reality for now. 

A pained groan leaves him and his eyes blink rapidly until they refocus and they see Chris’ worried and pained gaze. “....C-Chris...” His voice sounds hoarse from all the screaming and it’s shaky.

Some agent lets him down from his chains and Leon collapses against his love. If it weren’t for the way Chris wraps an arm around him, Leon would have collapsed to the ground. 

“S-So tired...” Leon mutters, fighting the need to pass out because he knows if he does, that would be bad. But would it really? He just wants to sleep and right now he doesn’t care if that’s temporary or forever. Death’s warm embrace seems a hell of a lot better right now. 

Weakly, Leon wraps his arms around Chris, fingers curling weakly into the back of his shirt, his grip barely there. It’s hard to focus, he’s in and out of reality. “....Are they dead?”

Is he safe now?

#starsmade

[tooxldtorememxer]

@starsmade:

The use of ‘ Christopher ’ makes his throat tighten, and he has to swallow away the dry feeling in his throat. No one calls him that, not anymore. Brown hues stare at Karl, lips slightly pinker from being kissed, though a moment later his eyebrows furrow in confusion, head cocked to the side, his eyes squint, as if trying to understand the man before him ; at last he cannot. Chris has met many people in his lifetime. All different, all unique. He’s met people he could call friends, could call family. He’s met people who he just works with, and he’s met people who’s betrayed him in the end. Enemies are not made easily and he can count on less than one hard how many people he would actually call that. For Karl, he thinks, it might be that he can only count his friends on one hand. That thought does sadden him, a little, because living a life like Karl’s must of been lonely. But still, he does not understand Karl, and he does not know where exactly Karl is on the list. Certainly not an enemy, but what else can he be ?

His answer takes a moment to come, but when it does it’s soft, reassuring, “ No games. ” A shake of his head, to show he’s not playing around. In all honesty, Chris isn’t one to joke much, so half the time he can be considered very serious, but now, his shoulders are a bit more relaxed, his guard is still up. It’s always going to be up, but he does not have to raise a hand to defend himself against anything in this moment, “ Just .. ” He trails off for a moment, trying to find the words, “ People normally kiss one another when they like each other – not to say I don’t like you ! ” Oh this is going terribly and he’s only just started. Taking a deep breath he crosses his arms, “ You kissed me – it’s just. I didn’t expect it. I didn’t think you’d like me that way. ” He feels like he has a foot in his mouth because he can’t get the right words out. He wants to say people kiss for other reasons, reason that lead to other things, but he’s sure Karl didn’t mean it in that way so he shuts his mouth.

“ I mean – yeah, if I didn’t want it I wouldn’t of kissed back. ” He explains, “ I’m not going to kiss you just for the sake of it. I have to like you in some way or another. ” A pause, and what Karl says next peaks his interest, and now he steps closer, and there’s a small smile twitching onto his lips, “ You can smell a like ? So when we met before, you would of known if I had lied about agreeing to help you ? ” He asks, and now that is interesting, and he wants to know the answer to that. However before he can get it he purses his lips at the question he asks, “ It wasn’t bad. ” He argues, “ There’s always room for improvement though. ” He debates being bold for a moment ; and then decides fuck it, “ You could practice on me. ”

Karl stood silently, for once, and watched him stumble his way through some kind of explanation. It was a lot of back and forth and it didn’t make a lot of sense. He never thought people kissed someone just to kiss, but on the other hand, he had seen a thing or two in the village. What he hadn’t expected was that there were actually people like him out there in the big wide world. Who just didn’t want to kiss just anyone for no reason. Just the thought of doing it made him feel uneasy, even if such relations never actually had touched his mind in all of his 80-something years of living. 

Slowly his head tilted and his brows furrowed. Hadn’t expected it of him? “You’ve been here for…” he gestured at him and then looked around the room. Did he think that he, Karl Heisenberg, the most isolated man in the world, would just walk around and touch strangers or people he didn’t like with the way he had found himself touching Chris? It hadn’t been much in anyone’s eyes but to Karl, it was significant because he didn’t like being touched but when he’d touched Chris or he’d somehow touched him, he hadn’t minded much.

And that’s what had caught his attention? The smelling a lie comment? His eyebrow rose slightly and the engineer chuckled. “I can smell a lot more than just lies. And it’s not just that.” he shook his head slowly but didn’t elaborate. All his senses were heightened, not just his nose. There was a reason he wore his sunglasses, even inside. All and any reflective light or direct light hurt his eyes, he couldn’t look directly at it, not even with the sunglasses on without it hurting. “Yes, I would have known, but in your deffence,” he raised his hands in front of himself. “You didn’t even try to lie,” some were more talented at that, and others were complete shit.

Another chuckle left him as he looked at the other. “Now it’s just weird,” he pointed out. If Chris wanted to kiss him, he could, but Karl wasn’t about to jump into his arms again at this point. Not right now. But he wouldn’t mind this ‘practise’ he suggested. As far as a first kiss had gone, he’d thought it had gone well enough. “Don’t expect too much,” he added, and he wasn’t just talking about the kiss. It could be the moment that Chris touched him he would feel his skin crawl and he had to back out. He might lash out, or he might actually not mind and try and enjoy himself for a moment or two. How long was it expected to last, really?

#starsmade #karl | character #freedom fighter | verse

[lethalpursuit-archived]

plotted starter for @starsmade

When he woke, he hadn’t even looked-- or felt-- human.  His eyes, over-sensitive to heat and light as it was, burned as they took in the air before him, hazy from heat and smoke  There was a writhing mass of something before him; a blackened, charred, twitching monstrosity that spasmed erratically enough to indicate some semblance of pain. A horrid sound ringing in his ears that he wouldn’t realize until much later was, in fact, his own screams.  All he could feel was pain, pain and searing heat... A heat he knew he had to get away from before it completely destroyed him.

He couldn’t walk.  He knew that.  He couldn’t even crawl.  Dragging himself was a colossal effort-- he was both Sisyphus and the boulder as he forced himself onward, away, with no clear destination in mind.  Progress was agonizing.  Slow.  All the while, he felt the heat at his back.  He was certain he lost consciousness several times, but still he moved, while he had the energy to do so.  The light faded to darkness, brightened, darkened again....  He lost track of the hours while he crawled; he had no idea where he was going, what direction he was headed in...  All he knew was he had to get away.

It wasn’t until he saw the flowers that he stopped moving.  The blackened remains of what had been Albert Wesker collapsed limply to the ground, and for a moment, the only indication he was alive was ragged, gasping breaths...  And then the breaths turned to laughter.  He felt the sun warm his skin, smelled the flowers that all but surrounded him....  The Garden of the Sun stretched before him, and in a way he didn’t fully understand, he knew that this was to be his salvation.

He came to realize that the blackened, writhing mass he had seen had been the remnants of his body, mutated as it was by the viruses running rampant within him.  Precious little of it looked human anymore-- he knew that once, he had known how to change it back, to force the mutation back to a controlled state, but he lacked the strength now.  And so he lived in the garden, amongst the Sonnentreppe, hunting his food and eating it raw like a wild animal, removing seeds from the flowers and consuming those as well, desperately hoping to bolster the Progenitor virus within his system.

One day months later, he managed to regrow a human hand.  The following day brought the arm, the next a heart.  It was a long, slow, difficult process, at times painful, but piece by piece, he began to reassemble himself, turning from something charred and amorphous into the familiar shape he had once known, had once been, a body that was more familiar to him, far more comfortable.

Albert Wesker had once again cheated death.  He was beginning to think he had quite a gift for it.

His next objective seemed all too obvious.  He knew what he needed to do, and knew he still had a few connections out there that would assist him with finding who and what he needed to find.  It would take time, and he knew that, but he had just regrown an entire body... He had patience in spades.

It was several months before his research turned up any leads-- and when it did, it brought him to Edonia.  How quaint.  Once he got there, it was another several months before he was able to locate his target, and even that was only because he had been taken to a hospital.

The security was dreadful.  These places never seemed to learn....  Wesker simply strolled in, found the room he was looking for, and without hesitation, set foot inside.  Post-traumatic amnesia from a brain injury, was it?  It would seem Fate was favoring him once again.

“....Hello, Chris.”

#m: sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs -- A.Wesker #starsmade #OMG I AM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I LOST CONTROL SOMEWHERE AROUND THE FIRST SENTENCE #ANYWAY ENJOY #v: tba

[moldsaved]

a   𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽   for   her   mentor   ,   her   protector   ,   her   surrogate   father   .   the   man   who   tries   his   best  , and inspires rose in turn .   a   crudely   piped   sponge   which   reads   𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎   𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎   𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈   ! @starsmade

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[darckcarnival]

Wait, that’s what dilf means?!

"You didn't KNOW?!"

Darck wheezed, trying not to laugh. "Yes, that's what it means, oh my god-"

And there she went, hunched and laughing with one hand thumping onto a solid surface. How incredibly ridiculous that this was the topic of conversation.

#starsmade #One Bear Two Bear :: starsmade #Creeper Gonna Creep :: Darck In Character #Work Invoice :: Asks #(( oh my god this is so silly )) #(( Darck's reputation continues. ))