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

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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​

sometimes you can't help but look at them as they're rambling on about whatever it is that is on their mind, and feel like your heart is about to burst from all the love and tenderness you have for them

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

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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. 

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    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! 

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

DANDELION

You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours. 

You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. You're safe. Nothing will ever hurt you again. You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you. You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. 

You are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

TAGGED BY: @valour-bound (this was super fun to do, thank youuuu frien uwu)

TAGGING: @ubcs , @herosace , @ltsharpshooter , @darckcarnival , @heavenmcde and anyone that stumbles over this !

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“You’re talking mad shit for a guy within kissing distance.” / for Raymon LAST ONE I PROMISE 👏

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about that big bear?” A hum escapes the shorter male, smirking as he repositions the training dummy back in position. The object had been cut in certain places but still holds onto, what a trooper.

“I am trembling in my boots from such a threat.” Ray played along as he leaned back against said dummy, arms crossed as he takes a good look at Chris. They had been training for a few hours and suffice to say, their focus had slowly shifted to playfulness. A nice change from the usual sternness and attention to work.It was pretty late anyway, so it wasn’t like they would have company any time soon. “Hmmmm come to think of it...I can’t decide whether you are a big bear or a wolf. Both bite sure...but one is more stealthy than the other.” The sniper rambles, amber gaze fixed on Redfield’s next move...cheeky short bastard.

“So...what are you?” The smirk had grown wide enough that it was impossible to hide that excitement and curiosity that glinted in those orange hues.

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ARE YOU A KING, A POET OR A SOLDIER?

"There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. 

He will tear your city down."   

THE SOLDIER: 

Righteousness. Strength. Violence. You see a door and break through it. You wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. Remember : love is passion too. You made your own rules and will follow them to death. You try and forget that there is only one rule, and that it is "FIGHT". You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that, too, and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to. 

Tagged by: @keepspromises (thank youuuu this was such a neat quiz:3)

Tagging: @valour-bound, @infecdead (for Adrian!), @ltsharpshooter, @darckcarnival, @ubcs (for Carlos) and anyone that wants to join in !

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❝  i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh.  i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again.  ❞ For Ray :3

Working from home wasn’t such a bad thing. Usually, he would be stuck at his desk and forget about anything else, but for the next couple of days, he could pace himself. Embarrassment bubbled in his stomach just thinking about the many times Chris had found him half asleep against his keyboard at ungodly hours. He would probably never hear that end for as long as he lived...

It had been a long day today, but it offered Ray some well-deserved time. Sometimes the amount of energy he gave away for his job would even go unnoticed by himself. Hours spent in front of the laptop or piles of papers really drained the living out of people. Sumo had been a fantastic assistant, woofing whenever they needed fresh air or a quick snack. That good boy deserved all the treats today, and a few head scratches. 

And he couldn’t forget about Chris. The man was a workhorse himself..it was only fair to invite him over for some food and a movie. Making food was a hassle for some, but Ray didn’t mind it. It was a good way to distract his mind from unsettling thoughts, plus his little assistant was more than happy to watch him...maybe use his sweet puppy charm for a slice...Ray you gotta be stronger. 

The few soft-spoken murmurs from the older man make the sniper freeze in his tracks. Maybe it was the words themselves that halted his movement, or perhaps the endearing tone hiding a coy smile from him. Raymon looked over before giving a soft, relaxed sigh trying to melt down the gooey smile that threatened to come. Of course, Redfield had to get sappy with him...but wasn’t that one of the many parts that he appreciated him for?  He would be a fool to brush that way... 

Turning the stove off and marching over to where the other had settled comfortably on the couch. “Oh yeah? What...do you like about it, Pookie?” Humming softly as Raymon gently pulls Chris over to his side of the couch, arms carefully wrapping around the other’s torso. Maybe it was curiosity nibbling at him like an unruly cat, but a part of him had to know. “And..I promise you’ll hear it again soon.” Work had drained him a lot lately...and maybe some of that exhaustion was more than enough to affect him. More than noticeable for those that knew him...

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❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞ for ray ignore that i accidentally sent that to ur main blog no i didnt

(that’s a secret only between the two of us :3)

“Well ain’t that a deep question, didn’t know you were into that Carlos.” The shorter man teases him lightly as he places the his mug down. Ray had invited him over to a new cafe in town, to spend some time while their work didn’t try to claw them back into nightmarish missions. But it was an interesting question nonetheless...

“A life without any pain sure sounds like a dream come true.” He hums in thought eyeing the steam everso rising from his cup. “I am sure you expect me to say that all these horrible incidents should have never happened..never should have hurt or killed so many people. But I know that without this ugliness, I would have probably still kept being a firefighter in Racoon City. Eventually getting a higher position, getting to know <REDACTED> more...” He leans back into the comfortable chair before gazing back at the metal pin on his beanie. “But I wouldn’t have met you or the others this way..or who knows maybe never. Maybe I wouldn’t have changed things so much...but spare the many people, friends and family this suffering. Prevent stuff that should have never been left in the hands of arrogant ones.” His amber eyes narrowed in anger just thinking about the pure horror..fools that couldn’t resist the dark temptation and succumb to some messed up ideal. 

“If you had asked me this a long while ago..I would have probably traded all that in a heartbeat..but now ? I just want people to be safe, to not get hurt or broken...have them live their life to their fullest..without others having to cut that lifeline.” Raymon sighs before taking a big gulp of his drink. Was he not worth that same life ? He didn’t know..but maybe he’ll find that answer in the future. 

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Memory Shard #2

Another day coming from the station, another day helping people. At least he didn’t have to go through the tower of papers again, but the question still remains…How did Brian ever stay patient through all of them? It was probably one of the most boring tasks in their department…and yet the boss didn’t mind doing them. Eh, maybe it gives him time to plan for tomorrow.

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Sweet, sweet home! Finally, I can catch a few zzzs and relax. I wonder if <REDACTED> went off. She always seems in a hurry, but it’s no wonder. That girl works hard for her dream…just wish we could spend more time than a few minutes in the morning and evening. But <REDACTED> is so happy about this job…I shouldn’t stop her from doing something she loves…I shouldn’t be this selfish. She is passionate. Nothing more…

Oh, jeez, don’t forget about the cookies! Hopefully, Brian and the others will like them as much as he does. It was Brian’s day, so of course, that old man will get a MOUNTAIN of cookies. All made by yours truly-

Hmmm…come to think about it. Maybe I could save some later for Chris! He seems to like them….. so it wouldn’t hurt if I baked a few more for that day, right? Nah, it will be fine. Plus that man is a working horse. He needs a break or two.

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We could go out to the carnival this weekend. It would be an excellent way to drag him out for fresh air and sweets. And yet why did this feel so easy? They could talk for hours and enjoy each other’s company without a problem…is it a pull I can’t see?

That smile…is it weird that I like it? From that soft gaze to how he would get flustered with flush red ears…to that sympathetic pout. Jeez, Redfield how can you be this cute? Teddy bear and puppy material.

I am drawn to him…I am not sure why, but whenever we are together, it doesn’t feel dull or boring…it feels inviting and cosy. Hah! No wonder all those bear nicknames fit him so well… but it ain’t just that, right?  No. But how can I admit to those feelings? How can I admit…that I feel happier around him? God, the contagious smiles and those puppy eyes? I wanna hold onto him, smile without a worry… Ray you gotta stop being a sappy fool

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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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ARE YOU A SUB OR A DOM ?

BABY BOY YOU ARE DEFINITELY NOT 100% DOM >:00