#lasplaga

[How it feels knowing you're never going to be one of the respected members of the Bug Boi Squad...

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he's irritated, to say the least, that he has to read this. he grits his teeth at the words, they bite and chew on him and it feels like an infection that sickens him more than anything. " i do , " it's a matter of fact statement, and ethan is growling. teeth baring in frustration. nostrils flare as he tries to keep his composure. " i want nothing but her safety. i know she isn't safe as the way she is now, but we are planning on empowering her to feel safe, you know nothing of what mia and i do to make sure that rosemary knows she is loved and cared for and is wanted in this fucking world. ---- fuck you. "

Didn't need an army, though. Just needed one man desperate enough to be one himself.

On the table he sets a lantern, illuminated blue, as he steps behind it. A makeshift counter, more than enough for any would-be buyer to do their dealings on. That said, as he turns his gaze up from the table and towards the apparent customer, he finds it might be better to take his business elsewhere.

" I'm not when to shut down shop or turn away a potential customer... but for you, mate? I think I'll make the exception. "

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Catalina figured Leandro and Carlos wouldn’t notice if she slipped out for just a moment or two. They’d finally decided to bust out the wine, and they’d get to gifts later tonight. She loves this time of year, she really does, but it’s hard for her not to think of all those who should be celebrating with her. If only Luis could be here, she thought.

She noticed the card when she went to get her mail, and the envelope was far more formal than anything else. She usually didn’t get anything from anyone except the two men in her apartment, so something this extravagant was out of place. Was it her style? Definitely. Was it expected? No.

canon questionnaire.

carla  is  honestly  the  first  that  comes  to  mind,  and  that's  mainly  because  i'm  mad  that  she  accomplished  more  in  terms  of  global  chaos  than  wesker  did  -  which  was  basically  what  was  insinuated  to  happen  throughout  most  of  the  series.  but  then  when  it  does.  .  .  it's  instead some  one-off,  forgettable  villain  (  i  guess  not  that  forgettable  if  i'm  still  bitter  about  it,  huh?  huehue  )?  that,  and  she's  a  hypocrite  for  saying  wesker  was  an  imbecile  for  wanting  to  destroy  the  entire  world  when  ....  that's  what  she  wanted,  too.  lol?  anyway.  yeaaaah,  i'm  not  too  fond  of  her. 

Life was always followed by the shadow of death. Its promise a bleak, and black end to the color humanity sought to hold on to. Wesker was no stranger to it, intimate in all of its shades, as a deliverer, as one who had tasted it before. The black pit of its maw threatening to snap its jaws closed and keep him there forever upon the Mansion’s floors. But he awoke all the same, as it spat him back out. Still standing, breathing and living, even if it had left its mark. 

The burden of his humanity ripped away, in order to become something far greater. While death freed him, it was another link on Saddler’s infinite chain. To be reborn in shackles, in a purpose already carved out for the long stretch of eternity, a cycle to never be escaped. It was such a waste, no punishment could be worse than that, yet it was treated as if it were a blessing. 

“I should have expected as much. Your ambitions were always so limited despite your potential. You and your cult remind me of cattle about to be slaughtered, that willingly walk to the butcher. Spilling your guts to feed the rest, only for them to follow the same fate. You are as much of a tool as Las Plagas itself.” 

But it did beg the question... Did Saddler ever have a desire for more than the shackles he wore with such pride? To be more than a martyr for a mere parasite? Or perhaps it was a thought to never be had, to never be allowed. It was an affliction that Wesker himself was ailed with, the desire for more. Never content, never satisfied, needing to sink his teeth in and consume everything around him. His ambition a black hole, until he would hold the world in the palm of his hand. He would end humanity in an effort to create something far better. 

Umbrella should have known better, Spencer should have known better.