#and like albert was planning to be

[myfriendscallmeweird]

[wilchur]

Modern AU where Albert Mason on top of his wildlife photography works on a Hot Cowboy calendar for charity every year. As in, y'know... Hunks Leaning on Fences, Carrying Heavy Things in Very Short Jorts, Tight Shirts, their Chests Exposed. The whole deal. After they meet, he somehow convinces Arthur to participate ("Well shit, if it's for charity...") and the calendars sell so well that year he has to order a reprint almost straight away.

[lenateliier]

Average day in the Moriarty household god bless Louis' patience with these two

[virtualxchaos]

Wicked You May Be

(As Long As You're True To Me)

Weskennedy (ft. Jill, Chris) - SFW

Leon stretched out across the couch, having collapsed there after getting home from a particularly grueling mission and watching Wesker work his magic at the stove. Exhausted, he was slow to react when the blond's attention jerked to the front door, red eyes flaring before he disappeared. The only clue Leon had as to where he went was the quiet click of the bedroom door, and Leon squinted in confusion at the now empty spot in the kitchen.

There was a knock on the door, and the pieces slid together. He heaved his aching body off the couch with, still wearing his gear and grime as he trudged toward the door, wondering who it could possibly be. Maybe a neighbor?

He definitely was not expecting Chris Redfield at the door, looking like he was trying to smile but ending up in grimace territory. Jill was standing a little behind him, watching him with sharp eyes. Leon was too tired to hide his surprise, though the man's combat gear set off a bell of alarm that he ignored; these were his friends, after all.

"Chris, Jill, hey, what are you doing here?"

"Hey Leon, can we come in? We need to talk to you about something. Sensitive information, if you get my drift."

Now understanding why Wesker had hid, Leon let his exhaustion show on his face, slumping against the door a little. "Sorry, can it wait? I just got back from a mission, I'm exhausted."

Chris’ smile grimace became more pronounced. "Please? It's really important. I'll be quick, promise."

With a sigh, hoping that they wouldn't have to use the bathroom while he was here, he reluctantly held the door open, letting them in. The warning alarm in his head gradually became harder to ignore, watching Jill's eyes sweep the entire room like he was looking for something. Or someone.

"What's this about?" Leon asked, making his way to the kitchen to make sure the food didn't burn. He heard the door close and the lock turn, glancing over his shoulder to see Chris leaning against the front door.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Jill asked abruptly, and Leon turned before they could see his wince, not seeing her walk toward the bedroom door as he stirred the pasta boiling on the stove.

"Uh, sorry, toilet's not exactly working right now. Old pipes, yknow? I already asked the landlord to send maintenance over, but you know how that is."

The only answer was the sound of the bedroom door opening and Leon whipped around, hurrying after her. "Jill, wait!" He called in alarm, too late. By the time he made it there she had already drawn her gun as she flung open the door to the empty bathroom. Adrenaline flooded him as he realized with cold horror why they were there. Too late, he watched as she opened the closet door and Wesker came barreling through, knocking her out of the way and making a run for it.

Leon scurried out of the way as he ran for the door and straight into Chris, who threw the first punch that started the fight. Bewildered and conflicted, he watched for a moment, hesitating.

Stupidly forgetting about the other threat, a hand snatched his wrist and wrenched his arm behind his back. He froze as he felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressed to his neck.

"That's enough!" She barked, drawing the attention of the other two men, who both froze upon seeing the gun.

"Jill!" Chris exclaimed, horrified. "What are you doing?!"

Wesker’s red eyes flashed, drawing up to his full height. "You expect me to believe you'd hurt a comrade? I thought you were one of the good guys," he drawled, taking a step forward. She cocked the gun and shoved it hard enough under Leon's jaw that he made a small sound of discomfort, pulse racing as he watched Wesker freeze, rage contorting his features for a moment before smoothing out into an expressionless mask. A part of Leon was shocked that Wesker was complying for fear of Leon's safety, and it was reflected on Chris's face as he drew a magnum and pointed it at the blond's head, though his eyes were on Leon and Jill, worried.

"Jill, think about this," Leon said, trying to stay calm.

"Shut up!" She yelled. "How could you sleep with that monster after everything he's done? You're no better than he is!"

Leon looked Wesker dead in the eyes, tapping his fingers on his thigh. The man's eyes snapped from the gun to his, and Leon let out a long, quiet breath, letting his muscles relax.

"Caring about someone just makes them your weakness, and I'm gonna make damn sure you both get what you deserve," she went on, looking at Chris and jerking her chin up. "Let's go; I'm taking you both in."

"Maybe," Leon admitted. Loving someone as twisted as Albert Wesker was something that he had accepted a long time ago.

"But that's not for you to decide, is it?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wesker lunged. Leon threw himself to the side, heart jumping into his throat as two shots rang out, both missing as Wesker slapped the gun out of Jill's hand and yanked Leon off the ground, smashing through the window and into the night.

[xxyoubroughtmeyourlovexx]

this video has killed every perosn ive showed this to i think theyre overeacting

[evievigilant]

All of the events in Hosonaga's life have lead him to the physics department at London University. There, he begins working under Professor Albert Harebrayne as a research assistant. But things don't go as expected for either of them.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Benjamin Dobinbough | Albert Harebrayne & Hosonaga Satoru

Characters: Benjamin Dobinbough | Albert Harebrayne, Hosonaga Satoru

Additional Tags: brief Iris Wilson appearance, mentioned Herlock Sholmes, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, First Meetings, Friendship, University, Self-Doubt, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort

[teecupangel]

I've been seeing Wesker fanart on my dash lately (Resident Evil) and, I don't have any direction I intend for this to go but, what if Wesker was Clay's older cousin? Who has always come off a little weird and creepy to Clay, but feeds into his need for *someone* to acknowledge how smart and capable he is. And then one day Wesker goes to check on the boy--bright, worthless father, keep an eye on for future potential--and he's just, vanished. Eye witnesses say an older gentleman began visiting him at his work site, and then he just disappeared, never to be seen again.

Well. Wesker can't very well let that stand, now can he.

It is time for me to dust off my knowledge of Resident Evil lore!

So…

The thing about Wesker is that he’s actually part of a project to genetically modify children into becoming ‘superhumans’, the next step to human evolution. Children were adopted (more or less) and given the surname Wesker and then they were experimented on.

Albert Wesker is simply one of the ‘successful’ ones.

And, and, and…

If we take in consideration that Albert Wesker’s birthdate is around 1960s, Clay being born in 1982 means, for this to work, Wesker isn’t Clay’s older cousin.

He’s Clay’s uncle.

And there’s really no information about Wesker’s life before he became a ‘Wesker’ so we can play around with it.

Let’s say he was Clay’s father’s younger brother, the brighter of the two, the apple of their parents’ eyes. He was taken from his family because he showed potential, told the parents that they would take care of him, make him live up to his potential, the whole propaganda.

So Clay’s father had to live in his younger brother’s shadow the entire time. Perhaps his family fell apart after Wesker’s ‘adoption’, maybe the cycle of abuse started when Clay’s father couldn’t be the child Wesker had been. It does not excuse what his father did to him. It does not excuse the pain that Clay had gone thru.

But it’s what drove Wesker to check up on him.

Call it lingering sentiment.

Call it a weakness.

Call it the possibility of another ‘child’ that Wesker wanted to check before he begins the final stage of Uroboros.

Either way, he introduces himself as Albert Kaczmarek and they start to talk. Clay thinks he wants to build bridges with his father but Albert had long thought of his older brother as a lost cause.

But Clay?

Clay had potential.

And Wesker always liked to have all the cards.

So when Clay disappeared?

Well…

The other projects Wesker had in hand could be pushed for now until he finds his dear… nephew.

Unorganized Notes:

RE and AC lore needs to be played around. The most ‘pressing one’ would be the timeline of events as Uroboros is meant to be finished in 2009 and Clay was approached by Bill in 2010. That’s easy to do. Just make Uroboros have a few more setbacks and delays because Wesker got ‘distracted’.

As usual, all the viruses are derived from failed Isu experiments.

Considering ‘superhuman’ is more or less connected to the Isus in AC lore, this means Spencer was trying to recreate Isus using children.

This also means that Wesker has higher than normal Isu genes (those glowing eyes? Yeah, definitely him having some form of Eagle Vision)

It would be so, so easy to make Umbrella = Abstergo but to change things up, let’s make Umbrella and Abstergo rivals, the two big pharmaceutical companies (it really says a lot about humanity that pharmaceutical companies are easy targets of “yeah, those guys! Definitely evil corps!”)

Umbrella knows about the Templars and the Assassins but they’re in the whole “I stay in my lane, you stay out of mine”.

This does mean that the world of AC would know about bioweapons and all of Umbrella’s dirty secrets but that’s fine. I mean, Wesker is more or less doing shit on his own anyway.

Ngl, I like the idea of Clay meeting Jake just for the sheer exhaustion and sass Clay would do as he becomes Jake’s minder I mean cousin.

Oh. This means Wesker is Ezio’s descendant………

[chiara-klara-claire]

6.2.24 🎉🫥

[thetimecrystal]

tell all the friends you haven't met                       ... “i'll never feel like this a g a i n”

[yeonban]

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.

@inhaunts asked: we already know where akane (5'4 / 162 cm) stands irt shuusei. but also 5'2 / 157 cm clarice for A or tobias!

❛ Akane-chan's the only one who gets me in this world of giants~~. ❜

❛ I am of the opinion that Agent Starling's innocuous height can be an asset during investigations. The shorter a person is, the easier it will be for them to obtain information the culprit wouldn't have divulged to someone they believed they couldn't take down... though it might not feel dissimilar to a slight in the eyes of the person being looked down on... I would hope this isn't the case for her. ❜

❛ Shorter than the average American woman, but not by much... it must be quite the advantage in tailing suspects, compared to her shorter or taller colleagues. Heh, trying to make out the FBI agent from the rest of the crowd when none stand out must lead to quite the mental gymnastics~. I'm sure the culprit would have a field day looking for the needle in the haysack. ❜

[wanna-bewitch-you]

“…she said with an accent of despair, ‘Edmond, you will not kill my son?’” -The one we’re reading(not sure which one exactly it is)

“‘Edmond! You must not kill my son!’” -Robin Buss

I think at this point it’s safe to say that there is more passion and better diction in the Robin Buss translation of the book. I’ve preferred his translation of every quote I have pointed out so far.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

thinking of how like reading albert cashier's (19th century trans man, fought in the union army) wikipedia article is devastating to me, in a good way, when like there's no The Diary Of, The Posthumously Discovered Letters Of Albert Cashier, it's all like fairly dry Facts about someone living a fairly ordinary life mostly Known by us all later via like, here's his stints at various jobs....and it's that like it's this life where several times due to injury / illness, his being trans was Known to any other people, and those people who, as is always the case in any matters of how we treat others, didn't Have to be respectful & simply mind their own business, but they did anyways, no known added factors, they Just Did. noting that despite hospitalization in the union army stint, he evaded detection(tm), but that it's then later on like this ordinary guy with an ordinary job, albert gets sick & a family he had meals with (a) takes care of him thus (b) becoming aware he's trans, and they: mind their own business about it. later, different job, totally different & even more removed party in the physician involved who realizes this person is trans, Also just minds their own business like aaugh!! the tragic downturn that when becoming "too" disabled for a Soldiers & Sailors Home (where friends & soldiers from his union army regiment visited, it says!! this with notes prior about like "other soldiers in the regiment noted he tended to keep to himself but he's not the only one in the world doing so huh" like waaah!!) being institutionalized & like of course in that environment that's where we get the violence of ppl learning someone's trans & this disabled person being forced into clothes they obviously even now would not choose for themself, or they'd already be wearing them!! but that then what Also happens is that even being this Extra vulnerable now and being trans being Known such that his military pension was investigated for fraud, Former Comrades vouched that this is the same person who fought with them, it was decided the pension payments should continue for life, they did, he was buried as albert cashier with full military honors i'm sooo ;;;m;;; like Cry Every Time (crying now. help) when it's just So like, people, as they do, don't Have to treat anyone decently, and obviously trans people are vulnerable & you're of course made to believe there weren't even 19th century trans people & everyone would Of Course summarily reject it if so b/c the internet wasn't around to mess things up, so that's an extra layer, but truly that timelessness anyways like. this person w/his identity so Lifelong that no "birth name" was known until someone handling his estate traced it back years later, this guy just out here, living his life, with nothing asserted to make him so "exceptional" as to "justify" Exceptions(tm) Made, with nothing about otherwise leveraged power or advantages or appeals....just various assorted people in his life all choosing to be respectful, even when they didn't Have to, just people coming through and Recognizing This Person. thus i sure do cry every time

[nymph-at-versailles]

My Experience as a Prom Planner: "Last night was like the ending of Carrie, if instead of pigs blood, Carrie just got to be prom queen." - What will she do with all the doubt she still carries after the party end?

July 2024

I had my prom yesterday, what made it special is that I was in charge of planning the event myself. A quick side-note: ever since my break up last year I’ve convinced myself that I hate people and don’t need them. Yet despite this initial angst, I find that I try with all my might to make the people around me happy and I still give so much love to those I adore. Showing this mentality was utterly false and naïve.

Prom was a conflicting event for me, there was no glitz and glam, pre-prom or post-prom for me, this was my last chance to prove myself to a tiny world of mostly privileged teenagers I've known since i was 7. For me the success of this event was life or death (spiritually), the happiness of proms participants was a quantitative measure of my own worth. How...terrifyingly insignificant the stakes were.

Prom came and I could finally reap the benefits of my hard labour.

...The most absurd night occurred:

People who’ve bullied me over the course of my school career gave me hugs, telling me how beautiful I was. Boys who broke my heart looked at me as if Aphrodite blessed me. People who were too pretty for me told me how much they appreciate me. A perfect end to a coming of age film.

Yet the credits haven’t rolled and I’m still going.

Still breathing.

I didn’t think I’d make it to 18, I thought this was the end of the frontier. My teenage Magnum Opus <3. Yet I wake up and slowly come to the realisation that life continues another day. I don’t know if I’m happy about that yet, like Sisyphus I have to start again.

My reflection 7 Months later

Reflecting upon that experience almost 7 months since my Prom in July I see a very broken girl. She feared her life purpose was fulfilled before she'd even properly lived. I am proud of what that broken girl achieved, but I look down upon her mindset. A self-fulfilling prophecy of "woe is me" and a heavy reliance of the "I'm not like other girls" mindset. I had forcibly isolated myself emotionally with my peers, but true admiration and love for some of them shone through that persona and I couldn't help but to care for all these people I had grown up with. I derived enjoyment from planning the prom, from the praise, but it took everything I had. It took reinvention in order to complete a task I saw as monumental, but look back and see as menial.

I was told that at university no one will care about who you were or what you did, just who you are now presently. That is painfully true. As much as I would love to gloat to my new peers that I have proved my worthiness before getting a degree, it is unbecoming and leaves a bad taste in my mouth. In the mindset of Robert Greene, I have mastered the art of planning a prom, great...time to move onto the next task.

I have been forced to adopt the task of Sisyphus, I will continue to push this boulder up the mountain to prove my worth, to master something that has more meaning to the world around me. I do not know how that will manifest, but I look optimistically to the top of this unforgiving mountain. all the obstacles I will face, all the times I will want to give up, but the chance of success is too sweet not to reach.

I stretch my whole body, crack my neck, I do a few jumps to make myself limber and I look towards the sky where the mountain lies. I prepare to push the boulder once more, I smile, as I have been given another opportunity to prove myself.

[nihil-ism]

stares at @necromancernextdoor who successfully managed to make me rummage through playlists and thus also in a way made my muse for writing fics wake up again.

[milkyberryjsk]

2 projects left and i am free this semester

[barschter000]

You know, I love close benbaro. They both deserve physical affection, deep late night talks over dinner and wine, a spontaneously dropped affirmation or compliment, strolls through the manor gardens with linked arms.

But I've been thinking about the fact that they're actually apart most of the time.

I imagine that van Zieks feels like he has a duty to stay in London, or Britain, to prosecute. It's the path that his brother wanted to walk, the path Barok chose for himself and after everything, it is still his calling. On the contrary, Albert is hard to keep in place. Perhaps the only thing that glues him to one location is money, or the lack thereof. His passion and curiosity drive him to the newest scientific advancements, to the best research site, from city to city, across borders and oceans.

And oh does my brain romanticize that distance.

The relief and joy van Zieks must feel when hearing "Master, a new letter from Professor Harebrayne arrived", the excitement in Albert when seeing the postman stop by his apartment. They keep their exchange secured in the lockable drawers of their desks, often rereading past passages, tracing the other's handwriting with a serene smile, realizing each time that there is someone out in this world that, no matter the distance, puts care and love into penning these words.

And the reunions. Albert steps off the ship and has no trouble spotting van Zieks in the crowd at the docks as van Zieks immediately recognizes him in the mass of disembarking passengers and a wave of warmth washes over them. They hurry to each other and for the first time in months, they're so close again but sadly, they have to contain themselves. Not here, not now, not with all these people around.

They make their way to the waiting carriage, trying to pass the time with chatting about the journey and to not give in to the craving of the missed contact. And then finally, the luggage is stored and the carriage door closes and they're alone.

Albert flings his arms around van Zieks's neck, pulling him close and holding him closer, letting out all the affection he's stored over all the time apart, and when they part, van Zieks cradles Albert's face in his hands, brushes his thumb over his cheek, relishing the fact that the man he loves is under his fingertips again, and says, "I'm so glad you're here."

Now, there is, for some reason, a very specific scene that keeps playing on my mind.

They're alone, standing on the terrace in silence, simply enjoying the sunset and each other's company. After a final contemplation, van Zieks takes his Albert's hand between his own. "Albert," he says, facing him. "Throughout time and despite the distance, you've been by my side and I couldn't thank you enough. I love you and always will, I'd be happy to spend the rest of my days as your partner... I ask you to marry me.

I know I can't keep you, I would hate to have you settle somewhere for my sake. Besides, it's impossible legally. I simply want our marriage to be a reminder that no matter where you go, no matter where I go, my doors are always open. You'll always have a home in me."