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Sure thing! It is a wip I just started, so it will be an unknown amount of time until it is done! I'll be posted sneak peaks here as I work on it :)

BOW!Leon WIP | Luis's POV

An unlikely ally in Luis’s trying-to-comfort-a-BOW-because-it's-the-right-thing-to-do plan is one of the BSAA’s own soldiers. One of the soldiers who encountered 537 in the field, actually. Lieutenant Piers Nivans, second in command of Alpha team. Luis finds Nivans watching 537 over the lunch break, curiously peering at the computer monitor to see 537 inside its crate (which it had returned to and not moved from since the crate was put back inside its enclosure, proving the attempt to teach 537 the floor was safe was a failure).

Nivans— he insisted Luis not use his rank— is very interested in BOWs in a more academic way than Luis would have expected from one of the BSAA’s top soldiers, especially from Alpha team, which Luis knows is deployed to eliminate BOWs all the time. Frankly, Luis is surprised that Alpha team didn’t shoot 537 on sight. He asks Nivans about that decision.

“It’s really weird, but it wasn’t attacking us. It was doing exactly that, so we left it alone.” Nivans points to 537 through the one-way glass. “I’ve never seen a BOW be calm, you know? I thought it was just an animal at first, like a leopard or something. Didn’t feel right to shoot something that was minding its own business, so we just closed the door to the room and moved on.”

. .. ... .. . It is a brutal, callous thought, but it is scientifically interesting that 537 could even be taught to be ‘calm’ as Nivans put it. Nivans is thinking along the same lines, though, because he suddenly looks even more interested.

“Have you guys ever trained a BOW before?”

Luis frowns. “No.”

Nivans tilts his head. “Do you want to try?”

Luis stabs a finger at the paused video on his tablet screen. “That’s cruel, I won’t let anyone—”

“You know zoos train their animals, right? Their dangerous animals, including lions and reptiles. It’s possible— straightforward, probably, as long as the animal has the capacity to learn, which 537 clearly has.” Nivans pauses, looks Luis over. “Do you have anyone on the team who has experience with training dogs?”

“Why would we have someone on the research team with that expertise?” Normally, BOWs are pretty single-minded. If awake and aware, they are either trying to destroy or trying to produce more of themselves. The only time Luis has heard of anyone having any sort of progress ‘training’ a BOW is with Nemesis— but those were human, so it was more about preserving enough of the mind and brain to allow tasks to be remembered and completed.

“I could teach you how to do it, if you’re serious.” Nivans offers like Luis doesn’t already have a full time job. “I’ve helped train MWDs— uh, military working dogs. It’s actually pretty fun.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

Nivans shrugs. “I don’t really have much free time usually, but I guess I could for a little while. Until we’re moved onto another assignment.”

“If you think that could be helpful,” Nivans adds.

“I don’t know what good it would do, to be honest. What do you think we could train it to do?” Luis asks.

Nivans watches 537 pretending to sleep inside of its too small crate. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s really smart?”

“That would be fascinating to discover,” Luis says. “But I think 537 is owed at least the understanding that it can have the whole room to itself.”

Nivans nods. “Let me talk to my captain.” 

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I love how the search function on this site is absolute garbage. I can look up a post word for word and I will NEVER find it

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want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons

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BOW!Leon WIP | Luis's POV

An unlikely ally in Luis’s trying-to-comfort-a-BOW-because-it's-the-right-thing-to-do plan is one of the BSAA’s own soldiers. One of the soldiers who encountered 537 in the field, actually. Lieutenant Piers Nivans, second in command of Alpha team. Luis finds Nivans watching 537 over the lunch break, curiously peering at the computer monitor to see 537 inside its crate (which it had returned to and not moved from since the crate was put back inside its enclosure, proving the attempt to teach 537 the floor was safe was a failure).

Nivans— he insisted Luis not use his rank— is very interested in BOWs in a more academic way than Luis would have expected from one of the BSAA’s top soldiers, especially from Alpha team, which Luis knows is deployed to eliminate BOWs all the time. Frankly, Luis is surprised that Alpha team didn’t shoot 537 on sight. He asks Nivans about that decision.

“It’s really weird, but it wasn’t attacking us. It was doing exactly that, so we left it alone.” Nivans points to 537 through the one-way glass. “I’ve never seen a BOW be calm, you know? I thought it was just an animal at first, like a leopard or something. Didn’t feel right to shoot something that was minding its own business, so we just closed the door to the room and moved on.”

. .. ... .. . It is a brutal, callous thought, but it is scientifically interesting that 537 could even be taught to be ‘calm’ as Nivans put it. Nivans is thinking along the same lines, though, because he suddenly looks even more interested.

“Have you guys ever trained a BOW before?”

Luis frowns. “No.”

Nivans tilts his head. “Do you want to try?”

Luis stabs a finger at the paused video on his tablet screen. “That’s cruel, I won’t let anyone—”

“You know zoos train their animals, right? Their dangerous animals, including lions and reptiles. It’s possible— straightforward, probably, as long as the animal has the capacity to learn, which 537 clearly has.” Nivans pauses, looks Luis over. “Do you have anyone on the team who has experience with training dogs?”

“Why would we have someone on the research team with that expertise?” Normally, BOWs are pretty single-minded. If awake and aware, they are either trying to destroy or trying to produce more of themselves. The only time Luis has heard of anyone having any sort of progress ‘training’ a BOW is with Nemesis— but those were human, so it was more about preserving enough of the mind and brain to allow tasks to be remembered and completed.

“I could teach you how to do it, if you’re serious.” Nivans offers like Luis doesn’t already have a full time job. “I’ve helped train MWDs— uh, military working dogs. It’s actually pretty fun.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

Nivans shrugs. “I don’t really have much free time usually, but I guess I could for a little while. Until we’re moved onto another assignment.”

“If you think that could be helpful,” Nivans adds.

“I don’t know what good it would do, to be honest. What do you think we could train it to do?” Luis asks.

Nivans watches 537 pretending to sleep inside of its too small crate. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s really smart?”

“That would be fascinating to discover,” Luis says. “But I think 537 is owed at least the understanding that it can have the whole room to itself.”

Nivans nods. “Let me talk to my captain.” 

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luis headcanon today, but i think he would call leon almost any pet name he could really think of. in spanish, not in spanish, sancho (obv), etc. he funds it endearing and it was a cute moment that luis could teach leon his language

cause lets be for real leon doesn't know much and he probably spent weeks trying to figure out that one line he says at the start of re4r

but he always has petnames, but for the serious moments, its when he calls leon as leon. he means business!!!

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Whumptober Sneak Peak | Leon Kennedy

He avoids capture for almost two whole days until they bring out the dogs. As practiced as he is at getting out of tight situations, he does not have enough resources at his disposal to beat a trained tracking dog’s nose. All his attempts at slipping by with stealth go out of the window when the dogs are close enough to hear their handlers yelling to one another. Leon’s endurance is really damn good, even after four days of surviving in the woods with limited supplies, so he breaks out into a run. He was never meant to get away, but still he tries because that is what he is supposed to do.

What he wasn’t expecting is to physically trip over one of the soldiers trying to capture him. By complete accident, Leon steps on someone’s leg because he cannot see the guy lying in wait in the dirt and brush. Leon goes sprawling, swearing. Fuck, they were herding him right into a trap and he fell for it.

He is swarmed before he can pick himself off of the ground— a stun gun to his lower back seals his fate. He gets a mouthful of mud and leaf-litter before a bag is yanked over his head. They are rough with him but not overly physical when he is dragged off to whatever compound they’ve been planning to use for this specific purpose. The restraints around his wrists aren't painful but the position they are making him hold hurts. His shoulders pulse with pain with his arms behind his back, forcing him to bend over his stomach on his aching knees as he spits out mud between his teeth. With the constant screaming at him from all directions, he cannot decipher any particular orders thrown at him. Not that it matters; no matter what he does, they will find a reason to punish him, so he cannot be bothered to obey from the start. 

Leon groans, not too prideful to try to stifle any indication that they are causing him pain when someone’s heavy boot collides with his thigh, his ribs. He knows better than to fight pain, especially in a situation like this. It is a hopeless endeavor anyway. Muscles in his back are still twitching, irritated from the sudden electric shock that kept him incapacitated when they pinned him. It wasn’t that bad. He has been tased before. What they did was not his worst encounter with the business end of a taser. Someone gets in his face, so close that their breath rustles the fabric covering his head. Leon does not respond. Screaming in his face, hitting him, forcing him into uncomfortable positions is not going to get the reaction they want out of him. He is stronger than that ...

-- 14k wip, 90% done

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hope everyone's having wonderful lust-filled thoughts over fictional men today

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I don't draw her often enough

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"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????

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cant stop thinking about this video

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Saw a post about the sesamarot and wanted to share my favorite reading

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3k is written... it has begun!

new hot take!

I use some of the whumptober prompts for this BOW!Leon story that I have stuck in my brain

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DEAR FANFICTION WRITERS

Thanks for existing

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new hot take!

I use some of the whumptober prompts for this BOW!Leon story that I have stuck in my brain

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couple date i get kidnapped and you lose your arm and leg trying to get me back

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Lactose: e-excuse me...

Stomach: hey, what do we have here? Some goddamned lactose!

Small intestine: we don't like lactose here, ya know? You're gatecrashing a very private party!

Large intestine: (pushes him, making him stumble) there's two ways you can leave here... The easy way, or the hard way. What's it gonna be?

Lactose: but I...

Lactase: (deep voice) step back, everyone. (walks up and puts his arm around lactose's shoulders) he's with *me*

Large intestine: lactase?!

Small intestine: b-but you're both...

Lactase: I *said* he's with me. You got a problem with that?

Stomach: (finishes sizing him up) right. Course not. It's cool, lactose. Just don't cause any *problems*, you hear?

Lactose: I-I w-

Lactase: you don't have to answer that, babe. Just keep walking