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mothxmoons · 1 year

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“Rookie” rewrite

Transported into your favorite game, you find yourself involved in the story.

Wesker finally gets to have his own little experiment. One he can oversee himself without much, if any, interference from the other scientists. Years of wanting his own little project to look over on his own that wasn’t him stuck in a lab all day and all night long. Where his co-workers weren’t complete suck-ups to him. Where he could actually choose his team too, with permission from the mayor and a little bribing to the chief of police, he easily got what he wanted. Wesker had just finished with getting two good shooters onto his alpha team and was hoping to find someone in a government military training facility, a little leeway thanks to Umbrella gave him that opportunity to seek someone out from here. It seemed like a good idea to him, although there was no guarantee he’d find someone, it was worth a shot.

An officer overseeing the training for the day was giving him a tour and letting him view all the recruits. Although most seemed uninterested in the position he was offering, they never said it but he could tell by the look on their faces. Two pairs of boots clicked down the empty hallway, Wesker could see the passing faces of trainees, through the windows, fighting themselves into exhaustion. The officer led him down a corridor, showing the hand-to-hand combat training.

“These are some of our greatest fighters.” The officer said, showing him inside.

Wesker nodded and watched the recruits fight each other. Most had a simple fighting style, none that really stood out that he could really consider to be on his team, he was starting to think this was a bust. As he walked down the room though… he saw someone who had such a unique fighting style. Confident, agile, strong, like they were trained to fight with their legs and dodge any attack coming their way.

“Who’s that?” He turned to the officer for a moment, but his attention was quickly drawn back to the recruit who just kicked their sparring partner against the wall.

“Them? We call them Rookie. We don’t know much about them, but they’re popular around here.” The officer explained in a very professional, stoic tone.

Wesker nodded again and watched them fight. “Rookie” seemed to be incredibly talented with fighting, the way their leg swings in a kick so perfectly, how they barely move their body when dodging an attack, their face was so focused. He couldn’t stop watching them before the office gained his attention once more, showing him around the other facilities that held recruits training as well. But Wesker already had his mind made up. He knew exactly who he wanted, it was just a matter of getting them.

That seemed to be harder than he thought though. With him sitting in an office space just across a commanding officer who looked genuinely surprised at his request.

“Rookie? I’m a bit surprised you’re going for them.” He said, his hands were neat on the desk. He said he was surprised but his stoic demeanor seemed to contradict that.

“Rookie is not my jurisdiction and I’d have to put in a request for them for you if you’re sure you want them on your team.” The man continued, reaching down to grab a formal document, probably used for personal government purposes. “They’re under the government’s control and eyes, just to make sure you know.”

Wesker seemed surprised at that, not that the man could tell with his shades covering his eyes. A trainee that was picked up by the government? That seemed odd to him but Wesker knew he couldn’t ask this officer about that, he most likely knew nothing more about them.

“How long will it take for the request to be processed?” Wesker asked, keeping his voice calm, despite the boiling anger in his mind. He hated that he had to wait. What was so special about this rookie that the request had to be processed and approved by the government?

“A couple of weeks, maybe a month.” The officer answered simply. That did not soothe his anger in the slightest, a grimace formed on his features for a second before he regained his composure as the officer slid a piece of paper over to him.

“I’ve filled out your request, just sign there and they’ll send a letter to you.”

Wesker sighed as he grabbed the pen next to the paper and signed his name on the letter. It was a simple letter, very short and to the point. If only everyone could be that way, but he always had a flair for the dramatics. He couldn’t help but wonder why they had this much security for one person. A simple trainee no less. The officer folded it neatly and stood, gesturing for him to stand as well, shook his hand firmly before having another officer lead him out.

Wesker wasn’t really concerned whether or not his request would be processed as they seemed pretty proficient, but he didn’t like how long it would take. He sighed to himself finally out of the building. Now it’s just a yes or a no from…whoever was supervising “Rookie”. He was about to think about why they were given such a nickname, before thinking about their fighting style once more. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he made his way to his car, just wanting to go to his house and lay down but he had some work to do.

When you received information that a captain of a special police force wanted you on the team, you knew exactly what was going on. You knew exactly where you woke up. Although the government wing that was watching over you was called the “DSO” should’ve been a dead giveaway from the start. Of course you immediately went to your supervisor and asked that the request be accepted, under the guise that it would be a good experience for you. With your approval, and the fact they were a little scared of you, put into motion the process faster. They probably still think you’re an alien.

Well…you technically are. Just not in the way they think, not that you would tell them that.

You wanted to be a part of the story, meet your favorite characters, see what happens when you get involved. It’s not like you had many big risks here, these guys barely did any damage to you, bullets felt like a flick of paper hitting your clothed body. You had a lot of time to observe these guys while they looked over you when you first got here. You can still remember that white room and all the scientists and government officials coming in to see you. Their fake smiles, their faces that were wondering how to profit off of you. Eventually the military and the DSO took an interest in you. As your physical condition was better than anything they had ever seen, your muscle density compared to the other humans seemed to be greater than theirs. You’ve also noticed their teeth are flatter than yours were, you think that their salvia isn’t as good at healing or as dangerous as yours is. Although you haven’t been given any indication on that notion just yet.

Being sent to the government training grounds was a good way to keep an eye on you, and to train you up for whatever the military wanted with you. Perhaps they see you like Umbrella sees bioweapons. You’ll deal with that when the time comes. For now, you have a new home in a new but familiar city to settle into in a week or so. You were lucky enough to get a house and not an apartment, as this meant you lived a little further away from the heart of the city. Which was exactly what you wanted. Even if it meant a longer commute to the police station, you knew exactly what would happen in 1998.

Honestly, you were rather surprised that they even accepted you wanting to join a police department special forces unit. You were half expecting them to say no and force more training on you. Maybe you showing interest and saying it would be good experience for you was the kicker. So they sent you off a week later after getting all the paperwork done, and honestly, you couldn’t be happier. Being watched 24/7 was so suffocating, you barely got anything to yourself or private time, only your bathroom and your bed wasn’t monitored. However that also meant your bathroom and your bedroom didn’t have windows. But by getting a home to yourself on the outskirts of Raccoon City, you finally get some privacy. It seems they trust you a little more than they did when you first got here.

Wesker was in his office, watching his new team get to know each other. It’s been a week, maybe two, since his visit to the government training grounds. He was starting to lose hope that he would get such an excellent fighter on his team. So imagine his surprise when he receives a letter in the middle of work, an official letter, an official stamp. And imagine his surprise when Wesker sees what was written in the letter about his request.

“Albert Wesker,

Your request has been officially accepted and “Rookie” will be there within the week of you receiving this letter. However, we’d like to make a few things clear about these circumstances. The only reason we did not reject your request outright was entirely because they had an interest in your team, and we thought it would be good training for them. We also have a few conditions, as we have looked into what your team is about.

While we have no doubts that “Rookie” is talented and is indeed a great fighter and will most likely not die, we want them to be alive. If they turn up dead, injured beyond healing, or missing, we can assure you we will make sure Umbrella does not see the light of the 2000s. We are also assigning them missions that are to be kept a secret from everyone else. We will be collecting them in 1999.

You will officially meet “Rookie” at the city hall later this week once they have moved into their home. Please, show them around. Make sure they’re safe.

You have 3 years.

Sincerely,

DSO official-“

And a scribbled name he couldn’t quite make out. Wesker was honestly shocked that they responded so quickly and that his request was accepted. When he informed the team of your arrival this week, they were very happy to have a new member, he should probably keep it to himself that you wouldn’t be the rookie they were all thinking you’d be like.

From what he’s seen and how everyone treated you, he knows you’re going to be a slight problem. For him or for everyone else he couldn’t tell. While the rest of the team celebrated having a new rookie already, Wesker looked over the letter once more in his office. So they knew about his connection to Umbrella and implied they can and will spill every secret about Umbrella out to the public if something happened to “Rookie”. The “You have 3 years” part really irked him. It wasn’t them telling him he had 3 years to use them as a weapon as he saw fit, it was them telling him he had 3 years to keep them safe. He lamented over this as he stared at the letter until it was time to go home. He didn’t speak to anyone as he packed up his things to go home. Just said goodbye and left. Letting the others chatter about what kind of person their rookie is going to be. While he was curious about the rookie too, he wasn’t about to talk about it. Not today, at least. He had other concerns. Concerns he can’t let STARS or Umbrella know about.

He had preparations to make. He has 3 years.

#albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader #transported au

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semisolidmind · 5 months

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(found a minute to finish a wip based on a couple posts by @thesexydancingcrepe from a while ago; something about reader meeting the monkey boys when they’re kids, and the adorable shenanigans they get into)

the bad end boys, because of their “birthless”nature (one came outta a rock, the other a shadow? idk), are raised by…all the mama monkey yaoguai in their troop. since they’re nobodies babies, they’re everybody’s babies. they don’t see humans very often (or ever, since they’re on an island). but they're not horrible yet, so cuteness will ensue :)

#click for quality cause mobile is stupid #twice as bad au #bad end wukong #before the bad I suppose #they haven’t become bloodthirsty warlords yet #just lil baby bros #and lil reader probably just thinks its all an elaborate dream shes having #like yeah sometimes she gets transported to a magical island where she plays with cute monkey boys. what about it

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axoqiii · 4 months

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hq x pokemon au btw . if u even care

#i have a whole doc to plan out this au . more details to come #kageyama uses his corvisquire as flight transportation like silver does in pokespe !!#hinata has a shiny emolga but has no idea its a shiny pkmn #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #hinata shouyou #sugawara koushi #pokemon #hq pkmn au #my art #ハイキュー

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samglyph · 10 months

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I can’t be the only member of the unhealthily obsessed with gravity falls as a kid to unhealthily obsessed with malevolent as an adult pipeline

#yes these are some of the sketches that are old but I tricked you cause I did clean them up prior to posting #just so they like. make sense #the problem with these is that now I’m thinking about the implications and I’ve got like a whole au in my head #malevolent #my art #gravity falls #malevolent podcast #Arthur lester #John doe #dipper pines #kayne malevolent #bill cipher #anyway arthur and John circa season 2 get transported into the future and into Oregon and they wander into a shack in the woods with weird #signs looking for medical help because Arthur is once again fucking dying and dipper is like. yellow eyed BITCH oh wait no this is different #fuck what’s wrong with this British man

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sweeneydino · 1 month

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Will you ever make something else for the "Transporters don't act like they do in Space Heroes Leo!" Au? I find the concept fascinating and it's rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken.

(no pressure or rushing or anything just a genuine question)

Of course!

The 2012 turtles have a restraining order against me now

If anyone has any little headcanons, I'd be fine with drawing some them :)

Kind of a part 2 of the last ask post.

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hajihiko · 1 year

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they're taking the train

#Why would Fuyuhiko ever go on public transport?#Bc hes trying to hide the fact that hes seeing a normal good law abiding boy from his family and refuses to drive without a license #He never does it again bc the experience was too bad. And also he could be assassinated very easily #Fuyuhiko completely appalled: there is NO security on this train?? Anyone can stab anyone??? I'm buying you a car.#An art #Fuyuhiko kuzuryu #Hajime hinata #Sdr2 #Super danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa 2 #Kuzuhina #AU where they're just two boys in diff schools... a kinder softer world

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hazeleks · 1 month

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collab with @rj-abacura he drew squid!ART and I drew nurse shark!Murderbot

#murderbot au #murderbot diaries #the murderbot diaries #tmbd #murderbot #merpeople #asshole research transport

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chelshiart · 4 months

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Is it weird to say that I'm lowkey delighted by the MB casting? Because seeing that actor reminds me that back when my siblings and I were kids, one time we were refueling the car and WHAM started playing on the radio, so we started miming the entirety of the gas station scene from Zoolander. I got to be Brint and blow everyone up in slow motion, and it was GREAT.

Also it gave me the idea to draw this, so hereyougo :D

Anyway, I'm happily in the 'wait-and-see' camp, and looking forward to see how they adapt the story to the visual medium!

(Also bonus Ratthi speaking truth bombs: )

#system collapse spoilers #the murderbot diaries #tmbd #secunit #asshole research transport #iris tmbd #tarik tmbd #ratthi tmbd #zoolander #i GUESS #martha wells #also YES i just finished reading SC!!! and it was everything i could have ever asked for just by seeing all the iris and peri interactions #also!! im feral that it fits right in with my mass effect AU ngl #competent squad leader iris?!?!? i hold my head in disbelief #another great addition to the series i will be thinking about this for months

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hoofpeet · 1 year

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Sequel .... lost the ask again but Sugar meeting baby Emmet after waiting ~200 years

#hoof draws #replacement ingo au Hachikō edition #<-ignore that sugar transported to unova to wait #.mayhaps the twins were raised in sinnoh in this au #love this trope tho...#emmet befriends the weird guy who lives in the forest nearby and visits every few years

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incorrect-fnaf-quotes · 1 month

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In the Dr. Scraptrap AU, he’s been working on something that’s been taking quite a while—which, as it turns out, happens to be Scrap Baby.

And everything was at least going well with the project—but then, whoops! Thing’s take an interesting turn one day when Elizabeth happens to be in there when he’s working on Scrap Baby.

He leaves for just a moment to collect something that he needed, and during that time, an event occurs, that results in Elizabeth’s consciousness basically getting sucked into and trapped in Circus Baby.

So that’s a problem that eventually happens—and he does want to try and fix what happened, but... he doesn’t even know what happened, or how. Neither does Elizabeth—she doesn’t recall anything.

Plushtrap & Spring Bonnie don’t have a clue, either. So everyone’s just kind of like “??” while Dr. Scraptrap tries to make a plan.

#Mad Scientist/Dr. Scraptrap AU #FNaF AU #Not a quote #Scraptrap #Elizabeth Afton #Scrap Baby #She isn’t really dead or anything—her consciousness gets transported into SB #And while all of that’s happening her body is just in a coma or something #Doesn’t happen immediately in the AU—just a little down the line #I want to talk about so many things involving the AU and other ones #Save tag

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mothxmoons · 2 years

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Different

Transported au

When you were transported into Resident evil and found your way onto the STARS team, you start to notice some differences between you and the humans of this universe. Someone else takes notice as well. And you intend on keeping him afraid.

Tw: canon typical blood and gore, you tear through enemies like paper, technically a slow burn, stalking/studying whatever you wanna call it

It’s been some time since you’ve come to this universe and some time since you joined the RPD as a STARS member thanks to your own skills.

However when you joined, you’ve noticed something. The guys can’t tank hits like you can, they don’t move like you do, hell you’ve never seen one of these guys jump. Their teeth were flat, their instincts were different than your’s in a fight.

On some missions it really felt you were the one that’s been there the longest and they were the rookies following you. As they would often have trouble keeping up with you. Your fighting prowess was unmatched, the tenacity and aggression and bloodlust that basically oozed from you was never hindered by the others.

Your teeth bared when you fought, a smile of a fighting spirit. To protect your comrades, you would fight until your body breaks.

The zombies never saw you, only through you and would attack your other teammate. To which, your captain took notice. Although he didn’t outright say it, you could tell he was perplexed at how they ignored you. As if you didn’t exist to them. You never had any answers to that either, just letting it happen as is. Jill noticed too, however you had no answers for her when she asked. She did look into it herself, seeing what would happen if she hid behind you near a zombie. As long as she’s wasn’t in the line of sight of the zombie it wouldn’t see her, basically the zombie didn’t see you at all. It was like you were camouflaged from them, basically invisible and it could hide anyone behind you. She found so interesting and started to wonder why that was. Not that you two found any answers, but the interest was nice.

Your current dilemma was that your captain took interest in you actually. A little too much interest in your opinion, sure he’s very nice to look at but you know him. His attention can only bring bad things if he’s too interested, and you want to avoid that.

You can feel his eyes on you, hidden behind those shades. The others couldn’t feel it, but you could. His stare was ever present, through the window and slightly opened blinds to his office. You dared not to look at him too, it would only make him more curious. But you think he already knew that you knew he was staring.

Just focus on the paper, you thought to yourself, twirling the pen in your hand, the report needs to be done.

Your teeth felt wrong in your mouth as he continued to stare. Why did he need to stare at you, did he not have any work to do? You had reread the same sentence over and over again, trying to actually read it.

Calm down, calm down, you repeated. Breathing in and breathing out, you closed your eyes for a second and went back to working on the paper.

The gaze was gone. You noticed immediately. He had opened his door and was walking over to you and the rest of the team. He walked up behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder, you knew it was coming but you still felt your hair on the back of your neck stand.

“We have some new missions, however due to the quantity, we’ll have to split into duos.” Wesker stated to the team, eyes staring at you but no one else could tell.

Uh oh, you thought, your legs felt tense.

“Chris and Jill will be on one mission,” he said, nodding over to them, they nodded back, “Barry and Brad?”

“You got it, boss.” Barry’s voice rung out, but you were too focused on his hand.

“The beta team is on their own mission right now as well, so me and the rookie will be taking the last mission.”

Fuck

“I will hand out all the details, so start preparing, we’ll be out in no time from now. Rookie, come on.”

Fuck.

His hand left your shoulder and you followed him to his office. Where he had gathered up all the papers and handed you one of them. His hand momentarily touched yours as he handed it to you, and you could’ve sworn either your or his breathing stuttered. It might’ve been your’s with how tense you’ve been lately.

You went to the locker rooms as you prepared and as Wesker handed out the rest of the reports.

It was obvious why he wants to go on duo missions after the way he’s been staring at you. Especially with the “supernatural” things that have been happening to you. Well supernatural for this universe.

He was curious about how strange you seemed to the others. You always seemed to know what to do, already formulating a plan in your head by the time you were on the move. Sometimes it made him seem like the rookie when you pointed out some things that didn’t occur to him. Your fighting prowess was strange for your muscle mass, the way you could easily fling someone like Chris to the ground, despite him being twice your size in terms of muscle. You were also incredibly fast, considering you outpaced him in training several times. That was strange to him. And especially how you almost always managed to sneak up on him, even when you weren’t being quiet.

He also found your teeth weird. He said so out loud once. It was obviously on accident but he said nonetheless.

It was obvious why he wanted to go out in a duo mission with you. Being a scientist means he’s naturally very curious. And you were an anomaly worth the study. You knew that. Because you know Wesker. You were playing as him before you got here.

Now you were the newest member and his trainee. If you seemed like a more normal human, he’d probably consider you his protege. But considering how many strange things he’s seen happen about you, he can’t help but be more interested than simply training a protege.

There was some “good luck”s and “see you soon”s from the rest of the team as you all headed out. You followed your captain and stayed close to the separate helicopter that would take you to the lab that you two were to retrieve information from. Hostile were most likely on scene.

You knew why he chose this mission for you two. The others had simple scout missions. You two had the hostiles. He wanted to see what you could do. This was a test run. He was testing you to see what you can do.

This must’ve been one of his labs seeing as you two got “suddenly” separated and with how many cameras were around the building. How convenient that the cameras faces points of interest, like a long hallway, with a bunch of undead in it. Or a big empty library with different cameras for different angles with harder enemies? Wow. Why did a lab need a library. So not obvious in the slightest. Hah.

If he was going to watch, then you’re going to make damn sure he knows you’re not someone to be messed with. Consequences be damned.

So that’s exactly what you did. Kicking enemies down, punching and shooting and throwing them. It was a bloodbath, and the zombies tried so hard to stay out of your way but none could outrun you. The faster creations attempted to but were only met with cold steel of the blade of your knife. Shoving a grenade into one’s mouth and throwing it at another retreating figure, blood splattering everywhere as they exploded, all as you continued to body every single enemy there. You were going to make a spectacle of a fight and you’d make sure he knew exactly what he was getting into. So let him watch. And let him see what he could never become.

You landed on another retreating monster, crushing its head beneath your feet as you whirled around and dashed through enemy after enemy, eyes gleaming, blood pumping, covered in the monsters’ blood. Your knife shrieking through the air as the blows whistled as they landed. Teeth bared and fingers twitching from anticipation and unrivaled anger. You tore through the enemies, trying to find the place you knew you’d find Wesker.

He was most likely in the security room, watching. So you just needed to find that place or keep on tearing through the zombies so he could realize how suspicious he looked if he was gone for any longer than he already was.

Luckily for you, that didn’t take long to happen. He had ran into the hallway and immediately greeted you, as if he hadn’t been watching you the whole time. You stared at him as he made his way over to you, his hand patting your shoulder as if you hadn’t just slaughtered hundreds of those things.

“I think there’s some more ahead, could you take a look? I want to do another sweep.” He said to you. This was how he played Chris like a god damn fiddle in the first game. But you didn’t say anything, you knew he was just going to go right back to the cameras. This whole mission is just to gather data on you. To study you. You merely nodded and went ahead, and out of your peripheral you saw him watch you go.

More enemies and even more bloodshed. But you decided you wanted to scare him. More than you probably already had.

As a lizard like monster trembled up to you, your grabbed its jaw in one hand, the head in your other, and pulled.

You pulled until the ligaments could no longer withstand the pressure and detached itself from the jaw.

Then you looked up and stared. Straight at the camera. The camera you knew he was watching. You wanted to make sure he knew you were a threat that can’t be dealt with.

You liked the guy, sure. But you knew better than to trust him.

When he had returned to you, he seemed a little out of it. Tired, probably. Having to run from the security room to where he said he would be if you were heading back that way. He told you that he had gathered all the information from the computers and you two could leave. He commended you for being such a great fighter and clearing every monster out.

“We won’t have to worry about coming back here it seems.” Wesker stated, leading you two to the exit, “With you cleaning this place out, I doubt they’d want to try to.”

“They?” You asked.

“….” Wesker was silent for a moment, thinking on his feet, “Umbrella. The files were signed by a scientist from there. “Them”.”

You shrugged and readjusted your weapons on your back. He helped you into the helicopter as you two cleaned up any wounds and all the blood on your uniform. You had given him what he wanted. Though you’re sure it’s not what he expected.

For the next week, he seemed more cautious around you. Being friendly and helpful, trying to get on your good side. Because should the day come where he betrays them and you’re there, he won’t like how that ends.

He was always there to talk to you, trying to befriend you. While you knew deep down you couldn’t trust him, you were still human. And god was he pretty and very persistent. He asked to see your teeth one day, lying and saying he saw something. When you showed him your much sharper teeth, he was immediately intrigued all over again, spending a couple of minutes just looking. Then Wesker realized what he was doing and apologized.

He returned to his office after that. Pulling out a file from a cabinet under his desk. It had your name written in big, neat handwriting on the front. There were many different notes about you and your strange…powers as he called them.

Wesker flipped to the back and wrote down one single sentence.

“Are they actually human?”

All he knew was that you were fascinating. And he couldn’t wait for you to be his obedient, unbeatable, little, weapon for the better new world. And perhaps one day if you’d let him…you’d be even more than just a weapon.

#albert wesker x reader #self aware au #resident evil x reader #transported au #fic

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comradekatara · 6 months

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Hi, hope you're well.

What type of vehicle (non-motor options also welcome) would the gaang + others own/use? But also which vehicle would they like to have (so like a dream vehicle)

aang: one of those kids who bikes everywhere like he’s in an 80s movie. he’d probably get some kind of eco-friendly electric car. or he’d find a way to paraglide everywhere idk

katara: ideologically opposed to cars, exclusively takes public transport (or just straight up walks, or if she’s really desperate, makes sokka drive her), but it is a secret dream of hers to have a really cool badass motorcycle, even though she is fully aware of how dangerous they are (or at least, so she claims). fwiw jet and haru both ride motorcycles; jet’s is really loud fuckoff motorcycle, whereas haru’s is more like a cute little green moped

sokka: he can drive, but because it’s his family’s car, he only drives it when absolutely necessary, bc the thought of getting a single scratch on it and disappointing gran gran, his absent father, or even his mother’s ghost, is a thought too nerve-wracking to bear. his dream vehicle is an efficient nationwide high speed rail. his slightly more realistic dream vehicle is that car from james bond (yes i know it’s an aston martin im talking specifically about the aston martin from the bond films that q modifies in various ways don’t @ me)

toph: her family probably has a chauffeur. she obviously cannot drive, nor does she care about breeds of cars. she’d like driving in a fast convertible though for the feeling of the wind in her hair

zuko: also grew up with a chauffer. never learned how to drive bc he has no depth perception. which is a very good thing because his road rage would be atrocious. his dream vehicle is probably a beautiful dappled grey horse.

suki: she drives/lives in her pickup truck. she wishes she drove/lived in a slightly bigger pickup truck, or perhaps a red ferrari

mai: she was born to ride the new york city subway. she loves to hop the turnstile even though she can afford it, but it’s not about that. it’s about the principle ($2.90 is simply appalling), and most importantly, it’s about the thrill of it. however, i do think she’d enjoy driving too, if only because she loves fingerless leather gloves. she doesn’t really need a car to wear that though.

ty lee: she’s a very sensible driver. she’s never gotten a ticket but if she did she would get out of it masterfully. her dream car is that toy pink convertible barbie drives in the barbie movie.

azula: never learns how to drive because she never needs to learn: she does not drive, she is driven. she doesn’t care what kind of car she’s being driven in, as long as it’s noticeably expensive. one time mai makes her ride the subway with her and she is scared out of her mind. she expresses that fear through loud disgust

#yourlocalamoeba #asks #the gaang and #modern au #I feel like I’ve answered a very similar ask before #the thought of azula on public transport will never not be funny to me

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