#cynicalmastermind

Im not nearly as talented as most of my friends and I get really easily discouraged with art unfortunately. I'll get creative bursts sometimes and draw a few things but usually I just get mad that my hands can't make whats in my head.

There was a couple things I was proud of from my last spurt though, like 2 years ago lol, I'll put them under the cut here

❝ Your fashion sense. ❞ —said the shiba inu in a ninja costume.

❝ Call it a hunch, but I think your favorite movie got released in 1999 and you never got over it. ❞ The sassy little dog seemed to have no respect for his elders at the moment.

Caresa was in a great mood as she was driving home from work. She had a great day of teaching today, and she got her favorite drink at Starbucks on the way home. And her depression wasn't bad today to boot! She flipped the radio station and began to sing 'Tik Tok' along with Kesha. Drumming her fingers on the wheel, she turned into her neighborhood in the Chicago suburbs.

After Caresa pulled into her driveway as the sun began to set, she parked her car. Then she got out and fumbled with the keys for a moment before sliding the house key into the lock. Once the door was open, she stepped inside, and locked her door. The next thing she saw drained the color from her face.

The light from the dying sun outlined the tall man's features almost like a halo. Slick black sunglasses, chiseled jaw, slicked back blond hair and placid features. It all pointed to one conclusion; Dr. Albert Wesker. While she had never met the man herself, she knew well enough who he was. He was a respected scientist and the former captain of S.T.A.R.S in Raccoon City. Dr. Wesker was also a good friend of her late boss, Dr. William Birkin. But wasn't he supposed to be dead?

Her anxiety began to rise, and she gulped, chewing her lower lip. "Dr. Wesker; what a surprise to see you!" she stammered.

@cynicalmastermind continued from here

Fuck.

Zeno had heard that voice in audio logs and recordings. His fingers twitched. His instincts told him to run. But his feet wouldn't move, rooted in the spot by the voice that seemed to come from all around him. His eyes scanned the shadows, turning around to look behind him. Despite his enhanced vision, he saw nothing.

No movement.

No sign of the man.

And he was right. Zeno was in danger.

Albert Wesker was a perfect being. If he really wanted to, Zeno knew he would be dead. Or worse. And if he tried to run...

...never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.

"You haven't attacked yet."

Zeno was backed against the desk, there was no good way to run.

Send 🫂 for three useless headcanons I have about our muses:

1. Zeno both loves Wesker and hates him. He loves him in that way little kids love their parents even if their parents hate them for existing and “ruining their life” but hates him because he knows that no matter what he does…he can’t be his own person. He’ll only ever be a cheap copy with no use to anyone.

It’s why he acts bratty…it’s the only way he can get attention. And even getting smacked by Wesker is better than being iced out and ignored.

2. Zeno is filthy stinking rich due to heavy investments, buying out real estate en masse for cheap and eventually founding his own high end clothing company. So he can and has supplied his dad with funding, clothing etc. Mainly because it feels good having some control for once over the man he was made from.

He plays stupid about it but he relishes knowing secretly that one snap of his fingers will send Albert Wesker crashing so fast he’ll end up on the street in rags.

3. Zeno doesn’t call Albert “ Dr. Wesker.” He only calls him “father” because he knows it pisses off his original. Why honor his title when he can use a seemingly inferior title connecting the two together as anything more than situational allies at best.

4. Zeno once told Albert that if he didn’t make moves on Chris that he’d do it and have an awesome night having wild discovery sex with the guy.

He ended up with his head buried 3 feet deep in solid concrete.

"Arias is my name, and I've heard plenty about you."

Documents of Wesker were readily available for anyone to look at, and his past connections with the CIA made accessing them even easier. The other man wanted to change the world similar to how he did, albeit both of them carried different reasons for doing so. It only served to pique his curiosity and his interest in the man, cogs running in his mind about how to possibly encounter Wesker and get him alone. Not like it would be difficult; men like him tend to be closed off save for a few assistants or doctors, keeping them occupied wouldn't be difficult.

The two of them were finally alone together, having managed to corner him amidst holograms of a peaceful wedding day and white tablecloths. Sara rested idly on the table nearby, wedding ring shining whilst gloved fingers dug into Wesker's own.