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☆I'm a mentallyillstinker, this is my account, I do things sometimes, 😈
(I like too many things to list them, tho I'm sure you can tell by what I post)
My favorite song rn☆⤵

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fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle
Not attracted to that character i just want him to experience being scared for his life and panicking
I think Taye x Kerith is a cool ship but the dance central fandom is nonexistent so my opinion doesn’t matter💔
Mother, how do I find hope in a dying world?
Location based on the Taklamakan desert (Sea of Death) in Hotan Prefecture, China.

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crisp glass of water moodboard
420 years ago, on 4/20, the moon was made of weed.
This is the only day you can reblog this. Do it for Weed Moon.
*slides this across the table* you're going to want to read this
There are Experiences behind this sign
BIG DOG ! 🐶
a / n : well , well , well . im back on my pet play bullshit but this time its 10x worse ! here's my puppy!emre :3c !!! everybody call him a good boy... (crossposted to ao3!)
— NSFW ⠀ : tags ★ , puppy!emre except he's a BIG dog ^^, excessive cum, knots, creampie, blahablahabalah smut smut smut, very obvious breeding kink from emre, sniffing kink???, freak4freak, also 3.5k words :>
reblogs , likes , are appreciated ! comments are vv wanted!!
You were more of a cat person overall, but, seeing the poor little doggy on the side of the road truly pulled at your heartstrings.
You took him home, had him lay in your lap the entire ride. He was a cute little thing, like a husky but with dark reddened fur and two white patches that slide right underneath his tiny ears.
Once in a lifetime dog. He's yours now, you feed him, bathe him, water him, like he's your little baby. He has the tiniest barks too! Small yips that shake his whole entire body, it’s adorable. Cute little teeth match his barks, small canines that show whenever he yawns big before curling up at your side and nuzzling his head into your thighs.
the pure of heart do not require a "car" and "driver's license" to travel

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me if i was bioluminescent and confused: "whats glowing on..."
In a perfect world, project W never happened and Albert Wesker has an older sister he follows like a duckling even if begrudgingly
She forces him to watch romcoms and calls him out when he gets too self absorbed
An older sister could fix this man
UNGRATEFUL tech companies are saying things like "turn off your ad blocker" and "we need your photo id" instead of "thank you so much for not just pirating our shit, youre so handsome"
This is a Moira x Wesker fic that was supposed to be a small crack fic that I put WAY too much effort in. Just posting what’s I’ve wrote so far to see if anyone likes it. I didn’t put a lot of thought into it, (I also didn’t proofread), so don’t get mad if I mischaracterize them, I just got the idea from a TikTok😭
Moira wasn’t a fan of ‘teamwork’, not unless it’s necessary, and for her, working with Wesker was not a necessity. Sure, he’s an intelligent man, but there’s no need for him here, Talon has Moira, and that’s all they need. In her eyes at least.
They never got along, they fought all of the time, of course not physically, as much as they’d both like to give each other a black eye.. it was becoming an annoyance.
“You’re forgetting something.” Wesker points out. Moira’s hands clench up and she turns to glare daggers at him.
“And how is this your concern?”
“A concern for both of our health, I’m doing you a favor.” Gods she hated that smirk on his face.
“You don’t trust me?” She turned away, sighing as she continued with her experiment.
“Judging by other failed experiments, no, I don’t-“ “Mistakes must be made for progress.” She cut him off, mostly just to shut him up, Wesker idly examined some vials.
“If I was in charge of-“ “But you aren’t. Such hypotheticals aren’t needed.” Quick to shut him down as always, Moira pushes past him to write down her notes.
“These mistakes wouldn’t need to happen for progress.”
“But we are progressing nonetheless. It can be refined later.” She finally gives him a look, recognizing his presence. “Do you mind?” She cocks an eyebrow.
“What?” He continues messing with the vial. She scoffs “You know what you’re doing you idiot. Put that back.” He slowly set the vial down “Scolding me then fidgeting with my vials? Childish much?” “I’m examining them…” “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She was more annoyed than upset at this point. Not that she wasn’t always annoyed when he was around..
“Not exactly.” She rolled her eyes as she looked away from him “Liar. You’re being a waste of space. Find something to do.” “Do you ever think of what I do when I’m not in your sight?” “No, it’s not exactly a matter of importance to me.”
He steps close and looks at her notes.. “What are you doing?” Moira gives him a small glance before slowly moving her notes away. “Chores. Now go.” “I came here to get something.. at least let me find it.” “Is it not in.. your area?” “I’m not exactly a favorite here, I’m practically being deprived compared to what you have..” “Oh, a pity, really.” Moira can feel him glaring at her, but she doesn’t bother looking up from her notes. She hears him walk towards the door.
“Goodbye, O’Deorain.” He says on his way out.
“Goodbye, Wesker.” She says with a sigh. Peace at last. She’s able to continue her research in peace.. for now at least.
The next day isn’t as peaceful. To Moira, he’s acting more like a boy than a man. Just… looming and watching her work..
“May I ask what you’re doing, O’Deorain..?” He tilts his head.
“Yes, you may..” A long pause of silence from them both.
“Will you answer me?” “No.” He scoffs, and it sounds more like a growl at this point, unable to hide his frustration. “Why won’t you tell me?” Spoken like a child.. “Because I’m not required to..” He huffs like some angry bull.. “Do you not want to show others your scientific advancements..?” She paused. Actually thinking for a moment. On one hand, there’s no need, on the other, he might shut up.
“Come here.” The words are more of a command. Wesker isn’t one for obeying, but he walks over, sitting next to her to watch over her while she’s working. Currently working on the tech he’s commonly seen hooked up to her arms, he noticed how strange her right arm looked, but he says nothing of it. She explains how it works and what it does, almost like she’s bored though.
“You take and give life..?” “A rather dramatic explanation, but essentially, yes.” she tucks a strand of hair out of her face.
“I’d like to see this.” “And how would I show such an example?” Moira wasn’t truly paying attention, most conversations were a blur, saying whatever she thought was best to say, like an answer to a multiple-choice question. “I’m fine being a test subject..” She looks up. “What happened to not trusting me?” “If you’ve had such power in your hands for long, I hope you know how it works. I trust you not to make a mistake. Unlike your usual self.” She sighs and looks away again. “Is it really such a chore to be polite?”
“To you? Yes.” He waves his hand almost dismissively. “Now show me.” Moira glares at him, before reluctantly putting it on, he watches closely as she does, she’s not exactly a fan of being watched, but- if it’s in admiration for her achievements, she’s fine with that. He asks small questions while she hooks everything up and she easily answers them.
“Where exactly is that going?” “Here.. and here.” She lightly taps where she’s attaching tubes. “So, that must mean some of this is in your arms?” “To an extent. They go in here, and.. here.” She points at the pads on her elbows and around her upper back. “And who exactly did that?” “I did, you fool.” She pokes him in the chest, pushing him away a bit, she’s certainly strict about personal space. “Now take a seat, this is going to hurt.” “Do your worst..” Oh, she certainly will. “Stay still.”
She steps close and presses her hand against his chest. Wesker, not sure what to expect, gasps in surprise at the feeling, his hands almost come up to grab her wrist and pull her hand away, but some part of Wesker trusts her. She pulls her right hand away, leaving Wesker light headed and dazed, then pressing her left hand against his chest. He sighs in amazement and relief at the feeling, like it’s something euphoric.
“That’s amazing.” He looks at her hands then back up to meet her eyes. “I’m aware.” “What all can it do?” “It only speeds up the healing process, it isn’t magic Wesker.” He rolls his eyes a bit, his hand almost unconsciously reaching up and covering where hers just were.
“Don’t get sentimental now..” She smirks as she moves to take it off, he reaches out to stop her.
“Show me more.” She pulls her hand back. “That’s all there is to show.” She finally takes it off setting back onto the table. “Surely there’s more to it.” “There surely isn’t.” She mocks him. “Now that’s enough spectating. Shoo.” She waves her hand, dismissing him. His eyes narrow for a moment before he walks away, clearly upset.
Uhhh time fart transition goes here
Wesker didn’t get much sleep that night, not like he needed it, he was staying up late tonight, doing what exactly? Plagiarizing Moira’s work, of course. But- only because she’s being selfish. He’s only curious, and doesn’t plan on using it to his own gain at all. Obviously.
He didn’t bother sneaking around, not like Moira would wake up and come back into her lab, would she? He turns the light on and strolls right in, so much for security. Or perhaps she just thought no one would dare come into her lab without her permission. He snoops through her cabinet, she certainly loves writing, but it’s incredibly difficult to really find what he’s looking for. Besides, he only really gets a few moments before he hears footsteps. Moira? She should be asleep by now.. well, normally she is at least. He quickly tosses aside the notes, he’s not scared of her.. not exactly. He’s scared of looking like some common thief. He hides inside of the closet, which reeks of cleaning supplies.
Moira steps into her lab, red hair messy like she had just woken up. She grabs her water bottle that she left on her desk earlier, and walks right out, turning the light off on her way out.
Wesker blindly walks out, hands reaching for the light switch, the lights turn on and his eyes adjust for a moment. He goes back to snooping through her stuff. Pocketing a few things while he’s at it. Things she won’t miss. Obviously. No harm done. He goes into her office and learns a few new things. And leaves with a few papers she won’t miss.
Wesker had spent the rest of his night in his lab. Almost obsessively looking over her work, looking for answers. Meanwhile. Moira was busy falling asleep to her favorite movie, Phantom of the Opera. Obviously.
The next morning, Moira is back onto her regular routine, like always. Though surprisingly, Wesker isn’t there. She’d be happy, if it wasn’t.. concerning, not that she cares about him, more just cares about what could have possibly made him finally leave her alone? Hm, well it’s not terribly important to her. Well, at least that’s what she tells herself.
The whole day she’s bothered by that, in the background of her mind, of course it’s nice to have the silence. But it’s also irritating, something she was.. well, used to having in her schedule, was now missing. Only after lunch does it really get to her.. especially because this is when Sombra bothers her..
“What is that?” A rhetorical, Sombra knows it’s an egg, obviously. “You know what it is stop asking that.” Moira rolls her eyes as she snatches her chopsticks back from Sombra, who was using them to poke at her food. “Maybe I should take a bite? Just to make sure it isn’t poisoned?” “I made this myself.” “You probably dropped like- an evil potion in it. Just let me save you!” “No.” Moira grabs her bowl and rolls her chair a bit away from her desk. Yes it’s almost unbearably hot but she doesn’t care, she’s hungry.
“Selfish, can’t even give me one noodle?” “No. Because this is for me, not for hungry strays.” She says before taking a bite, she puts a hand up to cover her face before she speaks again. “Now go. I prefer to eat my food without spectators.” Sombra scoffs before finally leaving her alone. Though surprisingly, Moira is upset at her departure, her mind going back to Wesker again. She’s tries to focus on finishing her lunch, but the entire time Wesker is still on her mind. She’s had enough, one must first confront an issue to solve it.
Moira walks into his lab with her posture straight and head held high.
“Wesker I- oh-! Ew…” Wesker is hunched over his desk. His hair all mussed up, he looks up from his work. “What?” His voice is a bit rough, probably hasn’t been talking much. “You are.. disheveled.. what are you doing?” He sighs, as if he doesn’t want to talk about it. “..I’ve taken.. you could say, inspiration, from your work.” “I’m flattered.” They both scoff. She grabs a seat and pulls it next to his desk before taking a seat, crossing her legs. “Would you like some assistance?” He glanced up as if considering it.
“Yes..” Moira was.. surprised, no, shocked. Considering how big his ego is. She never expected him to actually want her assistance. She’s sighs before moving the chair closer to him. She squints at the paper.
“What are you even doing?” “Nothing, apparently, because I haven’t gotten an answer.” Moira looks over his math.
“Because you’re missing a number..?” “…no I’m not.” “Yes you are. You completely dropped that number.” She points at the number that apparently Wesker forgot. He pauses. Looking at her then back at the paper.
“Okay. I’ve.. I haven’t gotten any sleep. It simply slipped my mind.” He waves his hand in her face, dismissing her words, before she slaps his hand out of her face. “Now don’t be disrespectful.” She laughs, though it’s more like a scoff, amused by his audacity. “Fine. Just.. help me figure this out.” Help. He didn’t need help. But he did, unfortunately. So he’d have to deal with the major blow to his ego. “Well you’re lucky I’m a master of this subject.” She says, pleased with herself.
Hours pass, countless arguments later, Wesker deems a good stopping point. Mostly because he’s sleep deprived. He looks over at Moira while she finishes writing an equation for him. Some stray strands of hair have fallen over her face from her running her hands through it, her tie loose around her neck. Shes surprisingly beautiful in the dim light, Wesker finds himself almost admiring her.. her looks this time- not her work.
“..your tie is loose.” He points out. Moira looks down. “Oh my you’re right..” She says sarcastically. “It’s just a comment.” “Well I’m not commenting about your tie. Which is in terrible condition by the way.” “Well now you’re just insulting my clothes.” “It’s not insulting if it’s a fact. You look terrible.” She says as she reaches over to grab her cup of coffee.
“Oh wow. Insulting me as a whole now? How kind. I was just about to offer fixing your tie.” Moira raises an eyebrow. “I can do it myself, thank you very much.” She says sipping her coffee.
Wesker reaches over and grabs her tie, his fingers brushing against her neck as he fixes her tie. She pauses for a moment, surprised by the audacity, only after he’s done fixing her tie does she slap his hands away. “There was no need for that.” “It was bothering me.” Moira scoffs, before reaching over and grabbing his tie, because she’s petty like that. She simply just tugs on it instead of the fixing he did to hers, the tie pulled taut around his neck.
“ACK- you- witch!” He coughs out, yanked closer to her. Her thumb pressed against his adams apple, his pulse jumps at the contact.
“What? You were bothering m Jo e.” She laughs in his face, a smug look upon hers. “..let go of me.” He growls under his breath. “I’ll let go if you say please.” He almost scoffs, but in his current position that’d be too much effort. His eyebrows furrow before he grits out the word “Please.” “You could have done better than that..” Moira laughs at him, reluctantly letting go of him.
“Have you learned your lesson?” She teases him as he loosens his tie, panting to catch his breath.
“No..”
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Full Canvas Cause it looks quite nice all laid out together imo:
Guys... Guys I am so (NOT) normal about this specific television character trust (DO NOT TRUST! THADDEUS FANS WYA?!) <3
God somebody PLEASE write a fic about Lacerta legate. IM PATIENTLY WAITING. VERY PATIENTLY. 🥹❤️