Dream of Poppies
Wesker, I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to inject things into people, yeah?
Tumblr, can we P L E A S E link to the original artist of whatever fanart you’re posting in the source/comments? It’s extremely rude and just generally unacceptable to just post someone else’s work without even a link back. COME ON, it takes like THREE SECONDS TO COPY/PASTE THE URL INTO THE SOURCE BOX, AT LEAST.
I’ve edited in the link to the artist onto this post/source, but all the props go to my partner in crime, @spacefragments, for tracking down the artist.
Nothing can make my weekend better seeing this two together, staring seductively at each other.
why do they look so happy about wesker being in a straight jacket? is it a kinky thing? i bet it’s a kinky thing
LMFAO, I didn’t even notice the straightjacket at first. I thought this was a fanart depicting a nice, quiet, loving evening at home.
… OR IS IT.
I MIGHT AS WELL. I’ve been hiding away some Chris/Wesker ficlet-things which I’ve kind of slapped together over the past few months. Well, by ‘hiding away’ I mean I had them up on AO3, but never really mentioned their existence, so I’m going to just. Leave them here.
Word count: 760
Warnings: Zebra Chris.
Summary: Turns out, Wesker sometimes makes mistakes. And him being Wesker, it’s never just a tiny screw-up that goes by unnoticed; rather it’s a blunder of baffling magnitude that usually ends up with someone requiring a visit to the ICU. But really, it’s all about Chris’ jacket.
NOTE: I have no fucking clue what AO3 did with the formatting on this one. There is one section that looks off, and I’m pretty sure it’s not just me, and I CANNOT FUCKING FIND THE ISSUE because it fromats perfectly elsewhere, and that particular section has the same formatting as the rest of the text, so I have no fucking clue what AO3’s issue is here, lmfao.
Word count: 1,400
Warnings: Somewhat graphic depictions of violence.
Summary: Chris hears no more. In an instant, he swipes his access card and unlocks the door, and moments later, his fist forcefully connects with Wesker’s cheek.
Word count: 1,200
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, dubious consent. Also, post RE5 AU-ish. Ish.
Summary: He’s on his hands and knees on the floor of his and Chris’ apartment, Chris’ huge, panicked brown eyes right in front of his face, hand hovering over Wesker’s shoulder but not touching, as if Chris does not know if he’s allowed to.
AND THAT’S PRETTY MUCH THE END OF MY CREATIVE STREAK AS FAR AS WRITING IS CONCERNED, LMFAO.
I’d rather draw. Move along now.
Doodle. Christmas at the Redfields’, or something. Basically, everyone falls asleep in front of the TV, and Wesker just passes out because he can’t hold his liquor.
I swear, I drew this like three lines at a time, somewhere in between playing Assassin’s Creed II.
Sketched this months ago. Wasn’t happy. Stumbled upon it in my sketchbook and fixed it up a bit. Still not happy, but not going to touch it anymore, so, screw it.
My fucking shitty day has been greatly improved by Wesker sandwich.