#lee!Wesker

[sillymarieee]

Attempt at making a little comic! My girl Tina finally got somewhat of a revenge (≖ᴗ≖)✧

The shading is really uneven from each panel, so sorry about that 😭 I also didn’t use any reference for this, I really wanted to challenge myself with drawing okay anatomy on my own!

[fluffomatic]

Commission for @beautifulpocketbean of their oc Eragon tickling his man's Wesker from Resident Evil! Hope you enjoy!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[miadoodling]

Finally did this

[applecat8]

It’s possible my hyperfixation has started to shift again, chucky might be the one in charge

Ignore the toilet

Also I found 0.5mm graphite this is a good thing because my lines won’t be as thick as most of these drawings have been

[kapkant7]

My DbD mains all got an hour on the Entity provided communal PC each and this is what they did.

[angelkya3]

My list

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Alcina Dimitrescu

Ashley Graham

Ada Wong

Annie Leonhart

Athena

Aphrodite

Abby Anderson

Albert Wesker

Claire Redfield

Demeter

Ellie Williams

Francis Mosses

Harley Quinn

Hera

Jill Valentine

James Lee

Leon S. Kennedy

Mother Miranda

Natasha Romanoff

Park Jong Gun

[danosrosegarden]

Hey You. with kinktober looming around the corner and mocking me like the green goblin mask, i am humbly requesting you send me characters to write for…like edward nashton or selina kyle or lady d or heisenberg or wesker or lee harker or maybe even my gotham OCs amy price/kamoral offino if you’re feeling extra scandalous…also send me prompts/kinks like…whatever your sick and twisted minds conjure up. okay thank you i appreciate you lots and thanks for 400 followers and i love you okay bye

[ask-yunjin-lee]

[ Just realized I could post this here but- I have yet to forgive my friend for this

I WAS SOBBING.. Had to go take a whole walk around my house. It’s why I was just laying there. If only I had my mic on so you guys could hear the scream I let out- never screamed like that over a game in my life 😔 ]

[sillymarieee]

Self indulgent piece (again lol) with my OC/RP sona, Tina! I’m so head over heels for this man I just had to (ﾉ´∀｀*)

[daily-cheryl]

How's the new Good Guy doll?

“Let me rattle off a few things he’s called me. He has called me… Good for nothing whore, skank, bitch, slut, shit head, shit for brains, bedwetter… yeah I don’t get that one either… I think you get the picture though. I don’t like the little bastard. I think I’d take Wesker spewing whatever inferior human race bullshit over this annoying fuck going for my boots and calling me a skank or some shit like that.”

[lammfleisch]

If we dont get Antony Starr as Albert Wesker anytime soon, capcom should scrap any kind of faithful Resident Evil Adaption and needs to go ham: Get freaking Lee Byung Hun. He is sexy and talented. The dude would ace any role.

[judasiskariot]

RE: Umbrella Asylum - Chapter 4: Knowledge is power, power is life

Albert Wesker Umbrella Laboratory

Story:Are you interested in what everyday life was like for the Umbrella scientists? The daily routine in the laboratory? The daily routine and fate of the test subjects with no hope of rescue? The true horror in an Umbrella laboratory or just the price of progress...

Category/Content: Accompany Umbrella scientists on their latest experiment

Long fic with more chapters to come, Chapter 1 Prolog, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

w/c: 1,305 words in this chapter;more to come . ao3. 18+ only . nsfw (to come) . german version(also on AO3)

tags/warnings:     Resident Evil, Biohazard, Umbrella Corporation, Dr. Albert Wesker, Smut, Female/Male,Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Horror, Drama, Thriller, Angst, Darkfic

Chapter 4

Knowledge is power, power is life

Right, Dr. Marcus?

The laboratory was illuminated; unpleasant and bitingly illuminated by fluorescent tubes that could cause a slight flicker from time to time. The constant was their easy hum, if you listened closely. Still, it was dark at the same time, and the somber, oppressive atmosphere would increase.

Albert Wesker, however, had no time to listen closely – even if he was unconsciously always perceiving everything; he had an incredible, almost too military, understanding – he listened more to the high-frequency Kilohertz beeping of the ECG, which together with him monitored his latest experimental subject.

At some point, her body had begun to adapt - which didn't necessarily alleviate the pain, but it was irrelevant to him anyway - and not just to be swamped by the injection solution. Now the question remained open as to whether she would succumb to it or not, for even though she lay still, the struggle inside continued. And it was important that it should not remain a struggle, because there were only winners or losers, the important thing was the adaptation, as with all carbon-based living things. Would the protein compounds be accepted without cellular degradation?

Wesker's mind worked analytically and objectively. Philosophical applications could be made in his spare time, when he noticed the beauty of his work every once in a while over a train of wine. Rearranging mitochondria and making malleable protein connections could be a nice thing, but sitting here in front of a living, human experiment, he was already trying to make his mind work like a flow cytometer.

Although he had spoken differently to her at the beginning, he was well aware that he was dealing with a human being. But not only had his capacity for empathy suffered in all those years at Arklay - where they had consumed countless subjects - but so had his patience. To discuss with him the human dispositions, to make him a bad conscience, or to beg for salvation, these had become abhorrent to him. Wesker wanted to achieve something, something that seemed to have been lost in the mountains.

So he waited to see if his subject would wake up again, while Napier's body had given her the redemption of a powerlessness and was now painfully struggling without her awake consciousness.

Attentive blue eyes, again veiled by black sunglasses, glided figuratively over narrow wrists and ankles that bore striking traces of fixations. Red belt marks from cutting and chafing. They had probably fixed the young woman in the Asylum often and not exactly gently. He could only think of two reasons for this, and a third scurried through his thoughts, with even Wesker briefly having to forget his face in disgust.

It would also often flourish here during the experiments to be fixed – if only for self-protection from the peripheral physical reactions.

His eyes wandered on the pale skin of her slender arms, where many red puncture holes, some of which had discolored into a hematoma, stood out.

He realized that the reports from above in the Asylum hardly contained the truth of what they had administered to her. It was illegal. It was indiscriminate. It was, in part, perverse cruelty. The puncture holes of the needles on her arm witnessed this and told him exactly what he could also see from the blood data, which he had analyzed by the way. They had pumped the young Napier full of all sorts of drugs. Most of them to calm down, still others – he could only speculate about this, because he did not want to get into the conversation with these purveyors in the first place – to perhaps observe their effect if they were new recipes that had not yet been released. It could have been sadistic barbarism.

In any case, none of this was conducive to his work. Any substance could falsify the results and put its subjects in a state that diminished their natural suitability and value for the experiments.

With such incompetence and unprofessionalism he had to fight his way around here.

Probably the biggest red flags for Albert Wesker. In addition to possibly colorful clothes for himself.

Why did he take this on himself anyway? Why did he endure such a thing when his own kingdom was waiting for him at Arklay? Together with William Birkin he was the head of the research department there and everything went as the two commissioned it.

However, research into the T-virus in Arklay stagnated. This has been going on for years. But what was almost worse for him was the incomprehensible result that the founder of Umbrella, Oswell Spencer, was expecting: a virus that was 100% deadly.

It made no sense to Wesker. Just as the cost of researching bioweapons could not outweigh their true market value. Birkin did not question this, for him every scientific curiosity was reason enough, and he lived in his own world, in which he could continue to experiment forever. Create. Destroy. Create.

Albert, on the other hand, was troubled by not knowing what the head of the Umbrella really wanted, because with time he had become more and more aware that he was missing something and he did not want to be a puppet, a marionette of others. No rat in the maze, no better than his experiments that would never understand their true destiny.

So he had come up with a very simple equation: if he discovered something so groundbreaking that matched his conjectures that Spencer was genuinely interested in, he would prove worthy of initiation. And then. . . wait and see. Wait and see if he liked what he learned.

Having failed to progress at Arklay, and being unable to completely turn the research there on its head – only because of William Birkin, and still the manager of the facility – let alone change it for his purely private benefit, without anyone knowing, and possibly contributing something to Spencer that Wesker did not want, he had been looking for alternatives.

He had stumbled upon the Asylum, where Umbrella had his ominous red-and-white fingers, and had applied there to support colleagues in the research facility below. His competence and qualifications had quickly earned him that he was the first point of contact when it came to research, but he was not the leader of the whole thing. Because then this would be completely different:

Quality, competence and scientific objectivity, coupled with care and not hobby sadism, because you had only a limited amount of staff available. The nurses and guards of the Asylum were also partly employed here; fortunately not the few limited doctors that the sanatorium officially needed.

Besides his Umbrella colleagues – or rather lackeys? – in the secret underground research facility, the rest had either always been a bit macabre in their minds, or they snapped because of the power to do whatever they wanted with other people.

It was limited in containment. This was also recognised by Wesker's blue eyes after they discovered bruises on the young woman's skin that had not been left by a puncture. And as yet unhealed red marks on her temples revealed to him that the ward had not lied with the electric shock therapy.

Injuries from the fixing straps, bruising from injections, burns from electric shocks. . . this could be done better and optimized.

The subjects did not have to be tortured unnecessarily, after all, their bodies would be heavily stressed by the experiments anyway and should be in a corresponding state for this. Thus, one should carry out everything one did competently, without such visible evidence.

It would certainly improve under his watch. His subject, her body, her being, was to be transformed and reshaped according to his ideas of the experiment, and not according to the influences of the raw barbaric violence that prevailed in the surroundings of the Asylum.

a/n:

In some chapters I will include references/shoutouts to other fandoms. If you think you have found the Easter Egg, write it in the comments or in a personal message, for those who do not like to comment publicly 😉

Notes:

I'm sorry for spelling mistakes, grammatical errors and perhaps a strange choice of words, but English is not my native language. I am grateful for tips on translation programs. Because the translation takes an incredible amount of time.

[battlcbornterminated]

" You're going , to tell me where Redfield is? And if you don't, I am going to show you why they call me, Mini Wesker " - @xselfrighteous

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

How the Killers from DBD would react to you slapping their ass.

Hey guys! Welcome to my silly DBD headcanons, this was just for fun, worked with a great buddy of mine @despacitobandito! <3 They helped me and we overall had a great time making this together so I hope you all get a good laugh out of this. Also! Apparently more killers have come out since Unknown’s release that I didn’t write down during the making of this, sorry for missing any new killers! Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 390

CW: Crack headcanons, nothing graphic, some reactions you’d expect from a slasher, contains killers up to Unknown!

Evan MacMillan - Trapper

• Insulted that you would ever touch his fine juicy ass.

Philip Ojomo - Wraith

• “Oh..!” You both are really awkward afterwards. Like just awkwardly staring at each other in silence.

Max Thompson Jr. - Hillbilly

• He’s genuinely startled by you slapping his ass, a little flattered probably.

Sally Smithson - Nurse

• Your hand phases through her and she slashes the shit out of you.

Michael Myers - Shape

• The thousand yard stare before he’d stab you in the face.

Lisa Sherwood - Hag

• *Minecraft skeleton noises.*

Herman Carter - Doctor

• *Farts electricity and electrocutes you.*

Anna - Huntress

• Stops humming. Run. Dude just run.

Bubba Sawyer - Cannibal

• Squeals and cries, you touched his no-no square.

Freddy Krueger - Nightmare

• Turns into literal dust because that’s what he deserves.

Amanda Young - Pig

• Instant bear trap, you don’t even get to find the key, as soon as it’s on, it snaps.

Jeffery Hawk - Clown

• Burp and fart combo.

Rin Yamaoka - Spirit

• You cut your hand since she has a glass shard sticking out of her ass cheek.

Frank, Julie, Susie and Joey - Legion

• They all gang up on you and kick you on the ground, JoJo style.

Adiris - Plague

• She pukes on you, like a baby.

Danny Johnson - Ghostface

• He liked it so much that he hunts you down for you to do it again.

Kazan Yamaoka - Oni

• Feels his masculinity being threatened and he hunts you every game to beat you violently.

Caleb Quinn - Deathslinger

• You traumatized the old man.

Pyramid Head - Executioner

• Execution via guillotine.

Talbot Grimes - Blight

• Immediately tries to vore you but he can’t as he doesn’t have movement in his lower jaw.

Charlotte Deshayes - Twins

• Victor shoots out of her chest and mauls you.

Ji-Woon Hak - Trickster

• Promoted to side hoe and discord kitten that manages his social media; you’re forced to listen to his music on loop on Spotify. There is no escape.

Nemesis

• “S.T.A.R.S.” *blows you up.*

Elliot Spencer - Cenobite

• “I came.”

Carmina Mora - Artist

• Screeches and crows swarm you.

Albert Wesker - Mastermind

• Look of pure disappointment before he hooks you. “Look but don’t touch.”

Tarhos Kovács - Knight

• “Oh good heavens!” *His and him gang mori you.*

Adriana Imai - Skull Merchant

• She cyberstalks you and cancels you on Twitter/X.

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky - Good Guy

• Punted across the whole damn map.

Unknown

• Snap, crackle, pop.

[pupsmailbox]

ZOMBIE ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇　axe/axe.　ba/battle.　bite/bite.　bleed/bleed.　bleugh/bleugh.　blood/blood.　bo/bone.　bone/bone.　brain/brain.　break/break.　chain/chain.　coff/coffin.　coffin/coffin.　cor/corpse.　corpse/corpse.　corr/corrupt.　craw/crawl.　dark/dark.　de4/de4th.　de/de4d.　dea/dead.　dea/defeat.　dead/dead.　death/death.　decay/decay.　decay/decayed.　dir/dirt.　empty/empty.　end/end.　es/escape.　evil/evil.　fa/fate.　fang/fang.　freak/freak.　fright/fright.　fungi/fungi.　ghou/ghoul.　gloom/gloom.　gore/gore.　grave/grave.　green/green.　grim/grim.　grim/grime.　gun/gun.　gut/gut.　ha/harm.　holy/holy.　hor/horror.　horde/horde.　hurt/hurt.　hx/hxm.　hy/hym.　infect/infect.　it/it.　ix/ix.　k1/k1ll.　ki/kill.　kill/kill.　lab/lab.　li/lich.　lurk/lurk.　mo/mold.　mold/mold.　morbid/morbid.　mou/mourn.　mould/mould.　mu/mutant.　mutant/mutant.　nec/necro.　prey/prey.　rain/rain.　reap/reaper.　rib/rib.　rip/rip.　rot/rot.　rot/rotten.　rotten/rotten.　sa/sacrifice.　sa/save.　scar/scar.　sea/search.　shatter/shatter.　shoot/shoot.　shx/hxr.　sick/sick.　slit/slit.　snarl/snarl.　thxy/thxm.　thy/thy.　tomb/tomb.　tri/tricked.　un/dead.　undead/undead.　vamp/vamp.　vi/virus.　viru/viru.　zo/zombie.　zom/zombie.　zomb/zomb.　zomb/zombie.　zombie/zombie.　⚰️/⚰️.　🍖/🍖.　🧟/🧟.　🧠/🧠.