#°° wounded soldier under the moonlight°°- raymon re verse

[nightlyvisitor]

Memory Shard #3

Right. Brian told me about it. The S.T.A.R.S. members sometimes need to deal with situations outside of Raccoon City, even if said problem was far away from the edges of the city. It isn’t uncommon for the fire department to venture out into the emerald wilderness, in order to calm down any wildfires started by people or naturally from high heat. But this mission sounded...quite odd. 

I am grateful that Brian chooses to share stuff with me, maybe he knew I wouldn’t be quiet about this. Well, noisy or not I just wanted to know more. From what Irons had told him the alpha team hasn’t returned from their latest mission and it was important to find out about the possible cause....He didn’t clarify much, his speech was quite close to what me and Brian have heard over the news. Weird cases of people disappearing into the woods, some never to be found and others in crimson pieces. Not sure what to believe here, that some pack of rabies-infected animals are gutting poor people out? A cult or a bloodthirsty maniac trying to lure in people? 

The chief didn’t disclose any more information...maybe he wouldn’t want to spread panic amongst his men and the ones in our team. Fair I suppose...I just hope Chris can give me an answer when he comes back...

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How could this be?

He should be in town. I doubt those officers would lie to me, but some of them look tense...like they’ve seen a ghost. Come to think of it, I barely saw anyone out of S.T.A.R.S. I tried to tap more into matters but only managed to get  little of it. Even Chief Irons is prickly, refusing to listen to my questions and coming up with excuses to throw me out of his office. 

It doesn’t make any sense...Chris’ stuff is still here, but no sign of the man in question. He better have stayed safe... I-I don’t want to image a world where my friend is forgotten, a name in the many of those who ended up powerless and defeated in the heart of Arklay Mountains. But so many unsettling things have happened recently, even <REDACTED> has given me no sign for the last 2 months. Her work is very important and I understand that she needs to focus on their ‘big project’...I just hope this feeling of dread leaves me alone.

Chris if you are alive..then why are you not here? What’s keeping you away? Are you hurt? Come on you already know I would be on my way with a med kit. I would probably pack some complimentary snacks with me to make the process less painful. I was debating between smores and fudgy brownies, hmmm the complicated life of a man with a sweet tooth. But it’s not an injury easy to treat huh? I...I wish I could help, but I can’t if you are radio silent big bear.

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Maybe I have to lure you in with some chocolate chip cookies? Just like luring a bear with some sweet honey, right?:) 

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This city is starting to feel distorted like any minute something bad could happen. But I don’t want to worry Brian, so I’ll do my best to aid my help wherever I can. AND YOU MISTER! please stay safe for us, okay? You are still important to me us, never forget that...

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@valour-bound

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“Hey daddy I got you those files you asked about....Sorry daddy, I mean sir!”

@valour-bound​ @heavenmcde​

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“I think the BSAA should have more pigeons around the base. They are pudgy soft lil friends!” His full pockets are definitely not a sign...the beginning of good mischief that would unfurl soon. 

[nightlyvisitor]

    IF YOU WERE A DEITY

    WHAT WOULD YOU BE THE GOD OF ?

                °The Stargazer°

 Deep in a long term love affair with the constellations, you want to believe in tarot, astrology, the patterns of the stars and of destiny. Too often, though, you find that things don't obey the roles ascribed to them, and the people in your life spin out of their orbits. You like to imagine that you're in a film and that everything that happens is just part of a pre-written journey, subject to a formula and written in your favour. 

An in-born compassion for others shadows you wherever you go, as you put others first with a dogged faithfulness. You value things that help you escape. However, to truly find meaning you must let go of the people who hold you back, and accept that the stars are just stars. As a deity, you're the patron god of the night sky, of destiny, of order and logic, of certainty, of wishes and of guidance.

Snagged it from @valour-bound

Tagging: @weepedwords , @infecdead (for steeb!), @ubcs (carlos!), @nightlyterrors and anyone who wants to join in! 

[nightlyvisitor]

He can’t help the small chuckle rumbling deep in his throat as eyes gaze lightly over Chris. Ray knew his wording was sometimes silly, but considering their lasting friendship the sniper had to step in those dull moments...even if his attempts were of the cheeky nature. The man pays close attention to the older operative, attentive to the slow moves and gestures. These days that gentle smile of his would come slower, more reserved in unfamiliar surroundings, sometimes completely replaced by a stern and cold expression...but that’s why Raymon would gently tap into it.

Soon enough the distance between them shortens as amber hues lose themselves to blue ones, shifting ever so slightly to a greenish tint. They held so much familiarity, a reminder of the woods he used to patrol and care for to the calm clear sky that awaited them after a long mission and finally to an old but lively chatter coming from two youngsters, one cladding a well-worn green vest. He knew drifting to the past could hurt him...but the many memories from that time were nothing but treasures to him. It was an important part of him, right? 

The sniper snaps back as soon as he hears the teasing remark coming from Redfield. It was only fair to give him an answer...even if it might be laced with nothing but frivolity.

“Well, it’s quite simple sir...” The familiar smirk reaches Raymon again as the shorter of the closes whatever small distance was between them. Battle-loved hands are slow but precise in their movement, clasping onto the sturdy core before sliding lower until they meet their destination, the inner space of his thighs. Half-lidded eyes never leave Chris, as he carefully guides him back, securely trapping him against a wall. It’s soon that Ray’s lips find themselves against Redfield's neck, his following words spilt warmly against prickly skin.

  “Admittedly it is a delicate procedure...but it’s worth the show, what do you say bear bear?” He knew they wouldn’t have much time, but a part of him wanted to make sure that Chris would be okay with his suggestion. Cheekiness aside, the other’s comfort was important to the shorter sniper. 

" Cap are you aware that big thighs save lives ?" Ray is giving a gremlin smirk as he leans to squish his inner thighs.

The inhale he takes is a long one. Held in, held another few moments longer, his eyes drifting shut for a few beats of his heart as he listens to the overwhelmingly loud sound of silent amusement.

Cheeky bastard. Cheeky but he knew what he could get away with even when they were so close to getting back on the clock again, being shipped off on the latest mission to take priority. Thankfully this one wasn’t as dire, not as serious, so he feels less pressing anxiousness bristling the closer the time came. As he goes to look up, a brow arching high, he’s thankful there’s no one else in the room as he continues to strap his thigh gear securely. He hadn’t missed the way the others eyes watched him like a hawk, & so, he decides to poke some fun back, if only because he knew the other, for all his admirable bravado - was known to crumble easily if Chris pressed just right.

This upcoming mission was a simple one - allowing for more of an overall relaxed ease for him going in as he quirks a wry grin the sniper’s way, complete with the pointed thin of his eyes as he moves to raise his arms smoothly cross atop his chest.

“Oh they do, do they?”

Slowly moving to stand taller, moving his foot from the bench it’d been propped atop, the soldier makes his way over in slow & steady strides. Bird-like tilt of his head given, that dangerous quirk of his lips all but oozes amusement. Coming to a halt just in front of the still grinning man, Chris dares him with a single look to elaborate further.

“Well, I must be behind on that, so . . . Care to share just how exactly?”

       ➤   @nightlyvisitor /  𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴. [ ; ] UNPROMPTED.

[nightlyvisitor]

          Which rage language are you?

                          step back

usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and i pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.

snagged it from: @oathofpromises and @darckcarnival​

tagging: @valour-bound , @seeksbrother , @infecdead (adrien!), @braverybled (for sherry!) and anyone else who is curious about the quiz :)

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a wild Raymon has appeared ! What will you do?

> Propose > Ask on a date > Do "it" > Kiss on the cheek

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“Nothing starting a sunny day like a nice cup of hot choco and an oversized buttoned shirt.”  Short man sipping on his mug while he gives a few good stretches. 

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„Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING MENACE.“ The man says, holding the third cup of coffee for today…yet the scribbles in his notes looks like a cry for a better sleep.

[nightlyvisitor]

Anyone up for an upset/angry Raymon? He is very much sun coded but I feel like his anger can be explosive or strong once he unleashes it 👀✨

[nightlyvisitor]

SEVEN DEADLY SINS: characteristics.

Raymon Blackstone

BOLD whatever applies | ITALICS what sometimes applies | STRIKETHROUGH what doesn't apply &&. tag people. REPOST ; don’t reblog!

LUST: desire for connection, pursuit of pleasure, emotional intelligence, obsessive, lovesick, one-night stand, seductive encounter, flirtatious conversation, erotic party, seductive attire, revealing clothing, passionate gaze, provocative makeup, sensual expressions, suggestive gestures, flirtatious smiles, lingerie, love letters, perfumes, provocative behavior, love poems, erotic art

GLUTTONY: indulgence in experiences, savoring moments, 'hospitality', 'generosity', hedonism, culinary expertise, wine tasting, excessive snacking, overloaded plates, excessive portions, bloated stomachs, messy eating, greasy fingers, full tables, indulgent spreads, overflowing cups, satisfied expressions, wine bottles, can't get enough, fast food wrappers

ENVY: motivation, competitive spirit, strategic planning, observational skills, bitter, rivalry contest, envious gossip, resentment-filled argument, social media jealousy, furrowed brows, clenched jaws, side-eye looks, pursed lips, tense posture, whispering behind backs, crossed arms, gossip magazines, keeping up with the joneses, the grass is always greener, feeling inadequate

GREED: resourcefulness, entrepreneurial spirit, negotiation, materialistic, aggressive investment, lavish spending spree, resource hoarding, get-rich-quick scheme, auction bidding war, property acquisition, piles of money, overflowing wallets, luxury items, locked safes, penny-pinching, rare collectibles, selfishness, unwillingness to share

SLOTH: calmness, stress management, nonchalance, relaxation techniques, lethargic, apathetic, inactive, lazy weekend, binge-watching marathon, neglected chores, skipped workout, long nap, lounging on the couch, missed deadline, unkempt appearance, messy hair, pajamas, blankets, slippers, procrastination station, self-care routines

PRIDE: confidence, self-assurance, self-respect, dignity, public speaking, self-promotion, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, self-important, vain, boastful speech, puffed chest, raised chin, smug smiles, spotlight, tooting your own horn, showing off, refusing to admit mistakes, feeling entitled, personal branding, leadership development

WRATH: assertiveness, decisiveness, strength, intensity, boundary setting, courage, indignant, heated argument, road rage incident, physical altercation, angry outburst, clenched fists, glaring eyes, tense muscles, raised voices, reddened faces, aggressive gestures, stormy demeanor, intense frowns, destructive actions, broken objects, punching bag, out for blood, fists, simmering anger.

Tagged by: @valour-bound (thank youuu<3)

Tagging: @heavenprotect , @viskozen, @heavenmcde , @futureforged and everyone else that sees it!

[nightlyvisitor]

What kind of Warmth are you? holding your hand

you're sweet, generous with your kindness, and excited to give to others. your warmth is obvious and contagious. people often can't help but smile around you. your loved ones usually come to you with good news first, because they know you'll match their excitement automatically and emphatically. your warmth provides a safe place for others to be authentically themselves. you're highly emotional, and there might be times where it suddenly feels harder to love others the way you usually do. don't force yourself to stay so positive. you can still help others, even when you don't feel so bright and sunny. and you're still worthy of love, even when you feel you have nothing left to give.

Snatched it from: @grieverled (thankiii you <3) Tagging: @darckcarnival @ltsharpshooter, @buriedabove, @lasraichean

[nightlyvisitor]

There is a loud splutter of coffee when the words are finally processed, amber hues still pinned on his paperwork, looking much more interesting right now...but it was clear his mind was completely somewhere else. Of course he enjoyed the little and big acts of affection the two men would share between work and missions, any pocket of calm where they could just relax and let their minds drift away from anxious thoughts and embrace the moment...sometimes those moments would turn into heated ones filled with hungering closeness, possessive bites and even soft words muttered like promises against sensitive skin. But how...could he even jumble it, because the truth was staring at him...but not all truth should be shared.

With a small chuckle Raymon finally meets Claire's gaze, something serious yet sympathetic flashed in deep hues. She had her ways of finding information out, yet never letting it be known unless she wished so. Perhaps it wouldn't be too far fetched to think of her as a fox, handling things with a certain grace that pinned her subject in place or coax them out to spill their answers...crafty, methodical, swift in her moves and words.

"You know professionals never spill their secrets at work...but judging by that look in your eyes that's too much of a simple answer." The operative hums as he finally takes a sip of the poor coffee wasted a few moments before. It takes Raymon a long moment before the chatters start again, albeit closer to a murmur.

"He tends to be the one taking charge and making sure everything is alright...I want him to be able to let go of that pressure with me, or at least let me 'fight' for it a little before he swoops me up and away." His face is soon engulfed in a soft shade of red, eyes drifting back to his papers as another clear confirmation to Claire's question.

@valour-bound

[nightlyvisitor]

Staring up at the Jiant, his instinctive urge at being caught is to stab with the pointy edge of his gun-blade. Instead, he continues to stare, frozen but curious, hands still clutched tight around the stolen, partially eaten Marshmallow. What a way to make an introduction...

How curious. For one moment he took his eyes off the prized bag to answer a call..only for his optics to catch a lil something, someone? in the corner...a thing that definitely shouldn't be there before. Curiosity inches him to pick the Squall up, but looking at the pointy knife ? Yeah, that probably wouldn't be such a wise course of action. Still...it looked sort of harmless? The lil guy probably just caught a sweet tooth and wanted something....comically enough the mellow was almost bigger than him, almost adorable.

A few thoughts swirl in his mind as Ray eyes the lil dot on his desk... just how strong was such a lil being ? heck how fast could he react like that? The sniper only took his eyes for a few short moments before he caught the lil thief red-handed... maybe those thoughts were a bit too silly, but he still wanted answers!...maybe at a later time.

A patient smile finally makes his way to the agent's features before he carefully places another marshmallow near the little dude. "You knooow, I normally keep these safe for later, but I guess I found another mellow lover today. What's your name lil buddy?" The man hums softly as he pops a mellow for himself, enjoying the sweet almost honeyed taste with amber hues still fixated on Squall.

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Ray can only chuckle as he lets the words roll over and over, before taking a big swing of his coffee. Yet those amber eyes only narrowed, despite trying to hide his feelings, coax them away in a deep part of his mind and not claw out to the surface . “He ain’t the only one who got his eyes on your brother...”  

When Ray hears about her brother's love life , the sniper averts his attention to the cold coffee in his mug...ah yes this mug is very interesting rn (nightlyvisitor)

it's not hard to notice how quiet the other man has gotten , gaze shifting to him as her eye narrow somewhat. surely he would be joining in the teasing even if he was nowhere as bad as darck and steve. ❝ can you believe this guy? sweeps my brother off his feet one time and seems to think they are going to get married. ❞