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some dumb sketches
#insanity equals repitition ||self reblog||#sketched reports ||art||#||body horror tw||#blood amongst the paperwork ||will||#jekyll & hyde ||g1||#||headcannon tag pending||#||yES I'M ALIVE GET OFF MY DI--||
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wxllbiirxiin ==> aeger-adstati
it's been wxllbiirxiin since 2018 time to change this shit up
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“ i’m sure you did what you could. ”
The figure winced at his words, looking at him with a bit of pain and worry in his eyes as he tried to draw in a quivering breath. His chest hurt - everything hurt, he had been screaming out of desperation to keep himself normal despite the infectee status and his desperate attempt to make more suppressants was frustrating to the point where he had ruined his progress.
Just like how he did in the past with the samples because he was an arrogant fucker. Wasn't he? Was that the truth amongst other people who were around him?
"No- I didn't. I fuck up every time."
His voice came out spiteful, pained. A bit shaky too as he restrained himself to the best that he could - lashing out now would only seal the narrative. So now he just, pulled his arms and legs close to himself, balling up and laying down with a low groan.
"... why the hell do you even stay around me? You know I'm a fuck up and a failure. I'm not even... human anymore. I deserve to be treated like this, I hurt... so many people..."
#testing hours ||in character||#cicadidae ||verse revival||#decay algorithm ||wesker||#blood amongst the paperwork ||will||#jekyll & hyde ||g1||#answered inquiries ||asks||#starsbetrayal
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NIGHTMARE / Frank.
oh you never should have sent this bc hsjdhdjdj-
The ex-virologist was curled up, shaking and holding onto something in his sleep. He looked like he was burning up, now letting out a low groan before tossing over with a huff and clutching that thing in his hold - a patchy, torn coat. Earlier was, well, a stressful day and of course Will wasn't doing so well with it.
He was clenching his teeth now - in his sleep he was practically standing over a torn open body, the taste of ichor rife within his mouth as he looked frantically for help. But he was stuck on place and that body was just a mess, the blood seeping on the tiles of a mix of NEST and the mall. Goddamnit, he really was a monster, wasn't he? That's why West was so hesitant to trust him - why he was torn open like a damn package and discarded at his feet, gasping and clutching at the air with a betrayed look in his eyes as the light in them slowly faded away.
It got too much to bear as Will bolted upright with a loud yell, drawing in shaky breaths before looking around. Still holding the torn coat close to himself as a sort of safety blanket and pressing his face against it, drawing in a shaky whimper. God, he was a mess. High matinence, too. No wonder why he was seen as a paranoid bastard...
#testing hours ||in character||#cicadidae ||verse revival||#new research ||crossover||#shut up about covering wars ||frank||#blood amongst the paperwork ||will||#answered inquiries ||asks||#||ghghh sorry that this is... a bit off but thdkdjskfnf||#bittersurvivor
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THE TWILIGHT ZONE (1959-1964) Sentence Starters (Part 1)
Sentence starters of famous quotes from the Twilight Zone TV anthology series’ narrations by Rod Serling. Wording has been altered in some instances. Change pronouns as needed! Content warning for mentions of death, existentialism, and unreality.
“It is humanity’s prerogative to create their own particular and private hell.”
“There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices, to be found only in the minds of people.”
“Up there, up there in the vastness of space, in the void that is sky, up there is an enemy known as isolation.“
“There’s a saying, ‘Every person is put on Earth condemned to die, time and method of execution unknown.’ Perhaps this is as it should be.”
“They say a dream takes only a second or so, and yet in that second someone can live a lifetime.“
“Yet another human being returns to the vast nothingness that is the beginning and into the dust that is always the end.“
“The most common ailment of all people is the strange and perverse disinclination to believe in a miracle.“
“Odd how the real consorts with the shadows, how the present fuses with the past.“
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
“There’s nothing mightier than the meek.”
“In any quest for magic, in any search for sorcery, witchery, legerdemain, first check the human heart.“
“Life can be rich and rewarding and full of beauty, just like the music people play, if a person would only pause to look and to listen.”
“The magic of a child’s smile, the magic of liking and being liked, the strange and wondrous mysticism that is the simple act of living.“
“For civilization to survive, the human race has to remain civilized.“
“The cure to some nightmares is not to be found in known medical journals.”
“Some people possess talent, others are possessed by it. When that happens, the talent becomes a curse.“
“We know that a dream can be real, but who ever thought that reality could be a dream?“
“Some superstitions, kept alive by the long night of ignorance, have their own special power. “
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LEAVE “NIGHTMARE” IN MY INBOX AND I’LL WRITE A NIGHTMARE MY MUSE HAS ABOUT YOURS.
Send “WAKE UP” for the reverse! Bonus: have your muse wake mine up in the middle of it.
Requested by anonymous.
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Send 🦴 for a starter where your muse finds mine with a broken bone
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He would have to admit - he was used to hearing the reporter yell about, well, anything considering the current predicament. However he... was probably already irritated by what he was hearing, presumably due to his own predicament with the viral consciousness.
"Fucking christ-"
Ah, there he goes muttering obscenities under his breath as he sort of tries to restrain himself from throwing up his hands. This shit here was a little bit more than infuriating, especially since this was, well, a literal do or die scenario. The poor bastard who literally won't leave for his own wife was... well, nothing more than a fool for doing so. Yet it ironically somewhat reminded him of something-
"... don't know what to tell you, but he needs to go regardless. She'll probably be on her way as well, I dunno."
'Oh, wow. There you are with your shitty morals-'
"Shut the fuck up G-"
"... the hell are you yelling for-" ||@wxllbiirxiin||lord help us all the scientist is now here and probably ready to throw down||
prompt / open / @wxllbiirxiin
He shouldn't have left the safe house but he has no room to talk as he did it himself. Though it almost makes him grin because his presence definitely means Sullivan got a hell of a time to try stopping William from leaving, too bad he wasn't there for taking pictures yet photography isn't the only thing he have been doing but saving people life as well hence why he have been yelling before. “ This guy, ” An unnecessary pause && Frank overdoing pointing toward the man he's talking about.“ Refuse to get down && He wants to cooperate only if his wife is brought to him, but let's be honest the thing he stands on won't last long enough for that && he'll become a stew for zombies && . . . I don't wanna see that. ”
#testing hours ||in character||#blood amongst the paperwork ||will||#shut up about covering wars ||frank||#down with the sickness ||verse post raccoon city incident||#cicadidae ||verse revival||#new research ||crossover||#cameracarnage
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𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎. ©️
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If you lost my muse in a crowd, what “offensive” thing could you yell that'd be GUARANTEED to track them down?
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𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜,𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎,’𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 !
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ -
ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪ-ꜰɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ.
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WXLLBIIRXIIN. EST 2018
an au take on william birkin from resident evil by atlas / @zombie-gutz
mun is 18, muse is in 30's.
semi-selective, multi-fandom [depends on the fandom itself though.]
please read rules and verses on the READ ME tab before interacting.
#out of research ||ooc||#re2#resident evil#resident evil rp blog#re rp blog#rp promo#my life's work ||self promo||
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-`ˏ -`ˏ ┄┄ 🦋 ┄┄ ˎ´- ˎ´-
𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.
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"... b ec a u se-"
The creature grunted, coughing up more blood before glaring at the clot it spat out. Oh. Well, that was... out. Could've been a bit more painful, but then again, y'know - the change was already violent as is.
"... because even if I did, then I wouldn't blend in well. He's perfect for that kind of shit - I'm not. I do things out of impulse, he doesn't. He was normal, I'm not. You understand? He did what he was dead set on. He made the perfect killer, if that makes sense. Least that's what I'd like to think when forced in a situation like this."
An enraged glint was in its eye as it neared closer, steam coming from its fanged mouth as it opened its claws more. "Maybe I should smack you around a bit so that you develop common sense on why not to ask shit like that, Kevin. Your choice."
Bomb emoji @one-in-the-pipe-patty
@one-in-the-pipe-patty
The overwhelming urge to just tear into things was... rising, if that were to put things lightly as the scientist shuffled and growled weakly due to how he was currently shifting into the first malformation. Even if he were calm, this still would happen - but not on the same level as this.
Will shrieked, his voice already sounding malformed and distorted to fit the beast he was becoming as he striked whatever support was nearby. Which... resulted in more pain coursing through his shifting arm. Really smooth, huh?
"HH H H H-"
It was almost as if he were just completely out of it, his mind just blanked out due to all those instincts colliding against each other. He was lucid, yet here he was lightheaded and starting to phase out, almost as if the viral consciousness were yet to front.
He hated it. He didn't know how bad things would get when G ever got in control besides the incident. And yet here he was desperately clinging onto whatever he could mentally while his body shifted into that damn abomination.
#testing hours ||in character||#jekyll & hyde ||g1||#internal damage ||g||#patriarchal anarchy ||clamley||#down with the sickness ||verse post raccoon city incident||#cicadidae ||verse revival||#one-in-the-pipe-patty
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Need more chonk William pls


himbo,,,
#out of research ||ooc||#william birkin#re2#resident evil#sketched reports ||art||#jekyll & hyde ||g1||#answered inquiries ||asks||#wesker impersonator ||anon||#||here he is;;;; himbo;;;;||
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The viral consciousness cocked its head, shuffling over and just gently pressing its normal hand against Seff's shoulder, a look of concern on its face as it huffed and grunted softly. Despite being so lightheaded and numb, the thing was still stubborn to walk around and try to take care of others rather than itself.
"Just... don't move around so much, yeah...?" Its voice came out as a hushed whisper, murmuring as it leaned against the other infectee with a low growl. "... not to mention... don't worry so much about the host right now, okay? He's... fine. Just out of it."
Starter // @nfc-rp
... how long had the damn thing been out? The cold tiles under the beast's mutilated skin felt like a dull sense of pinpricks, each breath just lighting its lungs on fire as it moved. Joints cracked upon the movement before the beast wheezed.
Well... here it was. The first malformation of G. The poor thing was looking around blindly, just sniffing the air for a second before meandering towards wherever Seff was nearby. Least it knew to trust him despite a dull sense of dread in its gut feeling.
The fanged mouth pried itself open a bit, a confused groan escaping from the beast.
"... what the hell happened-?"
#testing hours ||in character||#jekyll & hyde ||g1||#internal damage ||g||#bring your own bombs ||seff||#down with the sickness ||verse post raccoon city incident||#cicadidae ||verse revival||#nfc-rp
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