—— and witness TYRANNY conquer, this chessmaster, this serpent emperor with eyes of h e l l f i r e and fists like atom bombs ; decked to the nines to KILL with elegant charm while concealing within the v o i d a MONSTROUS eldritch abomination that swallows entire whole civilizations.
 the kingdom of god is inside you because you ate it.
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—— and witness TYRANNY conquer, this chessmaster, this serpent emperor with eyes of h e l l f i r e and fists like atom bombs ; decked to the nines to KILL with elegant charm while concealing within the v o i d a MONSTROUS eldritch abomination that swallows entire whole civilizations.

the kingdom of god is inside you because you ate it.

♔* █: SEMI-PRIVATE && SELECTIVE ; ALBERT WESKER OF RESIDENT EVIL.
♔* █: VERY EXPERIENCED WITH BOTH THE CHARACTER & TUMBLR ROLEPLAYING ; BLOG EST. OCTOBER 2012.
♔* █: FLEXIBLE: SCRIPT, PARA && NOVELLA FRIENDLY.
♔* █: WELL-WRITTEN OC && AU FRIENDLY. PRIMARILY CROSS-FANDOM.
♔* █: SET POST-RE5/6 IN A UNIQUE MAIN VERSE. HAS MANY IN-DEPTH HEADCANONS AND META ABOUT THE CHARACTER.
♔* █: BLOG IS NOT SHIP-CENTRIC && BELIEVES IN ENGAGING, COMPLEX PLOTS, IS A SERIOUS ROLEPLAY BLOG.
♔* █: UTILIZES ICONS && GIF-ICONS, BUT PARTNERS ARE NOT REQUIRED TO DO SO. UTILIZES FACECLAIM ICONS FOR LIVE-ACTION CHARACTERS.
♔* █: M+ BLOG, NOT FOR THE EASILY-TRIGGERED. ALL TRIGGERS ARE TAGGED.
♔* █: SKYPE && ASK ALWAYS OPEN FOR PLOTTING/CHIT-CHAT.
♔* █: WRITTEN BY DIYA, WHO JUST WANTS TO MAKE FRIENDS TBH.

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Anonymous said: I think your writing is very sexy, and smooth, mun. I could read it for hours.

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I stared at this comment for a long-ass time, probably because I’ve been working on a new style of writing(???) Or at least, adding changes to my previous style to make it easier to understand but still retaining its flow and usage of uncommon words! But this was a compliment I didn’t expect to get because it’s been a long time since I’ve written “sexy things.” Nsfw-drabbles are a thing of the past and I rarely write smut publicly as is, but I’m assuming you mean your words in apropos to the writing I just gave to kashaph's Bayonetta, as I received this ask not long after I posted that reply. In which case, yeah — Wesker’s poisonous and seductive and oozes it and it’d be a little odd if I didn’t give my writing a little suggestiveness, you know? I personally believe that a suggestive or sensual nature [ sex overall ] brings out a lot in a character especially in different circumstances and allows one to look at them from a fresher perspective, but ah, I’m rambling, so thank you for your compliment and I’m flattered you think I write sexily.

( bayonetta )

IZAZAZ PIADPH !!And conquer she did ( a bullet in her father’s skull, summoning the Queen of the Underworld to punch Jubileus into the Sun ; in her mixed blood was war, magic, and beauty ). How she smiled when he spoke, calling her out on those wandering eyes that leisurely gazed at places on his form that she could readily appreciate. Such cold perfectionism of structure greater than an ancient Greek aesthetic, there was nothing about him she could rate as sub par. Magical affinities laced in her senses, enhanced her perception to razor sharpness and honed in on all that was supernatural. A defined brow arched as a hand rose to adjust her glasses ( she was never seen without them, mysterious and trademark frames of a sinister butterfly’s design ). A smirk painted across her flawless features prior to her response.

                                 ❝ A girl can’t admire certain assets that she finds appealing~?

                                                                   ——— My name? Bayonetta. ❞

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Beauty oft hid one’s true nature, that which laid within the essence of the soul ( and his had been c r a c k e d and corrupted from the beginning ; now it was charred and shadowed with the soot of a thousand sins! ) When one found out they had nothing and they were nothing, they held to themselves a certain desperation — the likes of which catapulted nobodies to the stars — the very same, burning desire that caused bodies to seek one another out within the dark of night’s velvet embrace only to walk as strangers come the following, grey light of dawn ; the very same desire that stripped one bare, left them raw and exposed and crying out…for power, more power that would remove them from a wretched existence and transform them into something untouchable, something bright and unending as the molten sphere of the sun. He knew women like her, but he did not know her and therefore, a metaphorical paintbrush dipped in allure lathered his response: from one hedonist to another

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Shorten that word one syllable and I know exactly what you were gazing upon, my lady

                           ——— A pleasure — call me Wesker.”

”There is nothing so black as the inferno of the human mind.
- Victoria Lucas (via famelici)
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An attempt at slipping into the subway train unnoticed was made ; the last thing he needed or wanted to deal with was a horde of paparazzi tailing him all the way to work ( he could have readily made use of any one of his vehicles or even his aberrant prowess, but there came times when he enjoyed taking the longer route on foot. ) A low-brimmed hat concealed [ somewhat ] the immediately recognizable strands of harlow gold hair belonging to the world-renowned Virologist and former bio-terrorist, and he took the seat closest to the last set of doors at the very end of the compartment.

Thus far he had succeeded in not being recognized, at least.

ten facts about you.

tagged by that hot babe felinisms.
— tagging: martyriisms, rapusodosu, masochisticsadist, n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x, parasiitic, arielshepard, mercwithoutxmirth, abrideoffire, saexva and anyone else.

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i. i’m albert wesker with a vagina, or so i’ve been told —- i also invented the term weskersexual and it should be in merriam-webster soon enough.
ii. i currently am set to play on my varsity soccer team as a forward with jersey no. 7. i’m a longtime fanatic of the sport and i worship real madrid captain iker casillas with a burning passion.
iii. i intend to major in english as an undergrad. and then move on to law school to study corporate law.
iv. i’ve performed at multiple piano recitals, i’ve been playing piano since age 5 and completed my studies two years ago. i was also jazz pianist for two years in middle school and one in high school.
v. i don’t actually care nor pretend to care about most people, so if i care about you? you’re an exception and you should feel special. :I
vi. the sight of pregnancy squicks me, i can’t expect to ever be able to raise children or have any of my own. young children irk me.
vii. i don’t intend to marry because i don’t like the idea of being tied down. i’m not interested in purely sexual relationships either, but rather, an emotional connection.
viii. i’m a narcissist and i’m vain. very, very vain and a hedonist to some degree, i put a lot of stock into my physical appearance.
ix. i thrive on hate. hate makes me laugh and only serves to boost my ego.
x. all of that aside, i believe you’re all great and fantastic and talented and we should talk/interact sometime.

— schadenfreude.

papilione:

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Out of a specialized little black, tinted-windowed taxi Ada swung and all she saw was a crowd of faceless people moving like waves of flickering riches against the current of karmic elegance and a pinch of the high life with all the amenities it came with She moved lazily, slowly like a black mamba snake coiling with a beckoning and beguiling hiss emanating from her forked tongue painted silver, all while dressed like a cruel warlord’s wife walking into the treacherous battlefield with terrifyingly high fashion as bullets and ordinance whizzed around her and she walked with her heels and head held high and not once did her crown fall—in fact, they deflected shots. )

A woman of her prime-time knew when to blend in and when to stand out. She whisked herself and her active thoughts away from the neutrals and pastels with a black and jaundiced gold trimmed dress and a lace train digging into the ground in her wake and found that the moment she set her eyes on Wesker, they were in perfect duality when she made her approach; the graceful entrance that would be the talk of the town and a fine conversation piece for weeks to come. He was dressed like the Judas he was; a godkiller in his spare time, his skin worn with experience and stress but his expression hid and betrayed its truest enemy; time.

She knew Wesker better than most and ruled him out as a threat and over a stretch of time the two Machiavellians became allies fueled by a high-octane combination of power and seduction. ( In order to gain power and keep power, she needed a powerful ally at her side to take the throne—he knew it and she took great comfort in it. ) The baritone and gruff voice vibrated quite nicely in her ears and echoed in the back of her mind and her immediate response was a closed-lipped smile, something personable and something pleasant. 

             ”Not too shabby yourself—love the tie.  Thanks for inviting me.  I trust you weren’t waiting long?” Her quipping voice was deep and held a languorous purr in the midst of it.

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While the primary purpose of inviting the Woman in Red to l’opéra that evening went something along the lines of the hedonistic pursuit of pleasure and a languid enjoyment of the Arts, an underlying intention coated the air around them, and they both knew it: the enigma that was the B-Virus. There were very few viral agents that were able to endure the test of time and truly strike fear into the hearts of those it affected ; he still remembered the screaming, the mayhem and overall destruction of Raccoon City a place that had certainly embedded itself into their memories for an amalgamation of reasons ( he was many things, that man with hair spun like silken harlow gold and a swanky pair of tinted shades that hid both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness ; the virologist in him was predominant, he had tinkered with deadly pathogens the same way an artist would paint their next masterpiece — under his meticulous eye for detail, he had transformed the way the world saw science the second he birthed a new bio-organic calamity. )

“Thank you. You’re right on time.”

It was only after they were situated in their reserved box and the lights had dimmed considerably to allow the parting of scarlet curtains and the beginning of Act I into theScène, Allegro giusto that he leaned back into his seat properly within her earshot should he need to communicate with her in privacy and vice versa. Though they werein a closed box, he was far from being at ease. They were high-profile, both famous and infamous due to their chosen vocations in life and their participation, mutual or not in a number of events that shook the foundation of the world ( it was a chain of dominoes falling one after another and a gale that had swept with it many innocents who would lose their lives or be chased by their nightmares for the rest of their lives ; only the cold-blooded and the vicious who were prepared to give up everything in order to make progress toward achieving their purpose, came out in one piece. ) He was certain they were being watched, but they weren’t the type to allow a little unwanted eavesdropping to ruin a night of Masterpiece Theater.

Graceful dancers with svelte limbs that moved like water spun a story of the descent of man in an exquisite manner while the Soprano’s vibrato accompanied the skillful ballet. Most who came to watch Opera never bothered to delve into the deeper meaning of things or absorb the experience fully, but Albert had always found that Art and Music tended to leave a profound effect on his mind and body, be it in positive or negative ways. The faint Piano he could make out from the rest of the expansive orchestra reminded him of halcyon days when he had spent more time indulging in learning than indulging in killing for profit. But there morphed onto deceptively handsome, aristocratic features a slow, crawling smirk that upturned the corners of his lips — someone had to stand at the top and he had always been destined for great and terrible things. If he had to let go of his humanity to do so ( and he did, the dead, gaping faces of old S.T.A.R.S. members had proven that ) he would, again and again.

Recent developments have certainly led to some…interesting leads,” came the intonation close to his companion’s ear. “I can’t help but find my interest piqued just a small amount.”

No Church In The Wild by Kayne West & Jay-z ft. Frank Ocean
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rhaenar:

vil•lain•ous (ˈvɪl ə nəs) 
adj.

1. having a cruel, wicked, malicious nature or character.

2. of, pertaining to, or befitting a villain.

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fourthsurvivor:

"Really now? It sounded as though you were complaining about it a minute ago—must be my imagination then."

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“Sarcasm. But no matter, you dropped off the face of the planet for a number of weeks. Returned on assignment?