#About to start shooting lickers

[aesthetictokinghost]

William is feeling festive

He rigged the lab lights to flash in time to Trans Siberian Orchestra, and it's playing over the facility's loud speaker

He is pretending to conduct an orchestra in the lab until the door slams open

Wesker does not look like he is having a good time

"Did you have to pull this the day we've started combat training with the lickers?!"

[holnnetd]

Catfisher!König Part 1

Warning: Suggestive content, mentions of pornography, misogyny, low-key incel behaviour, please be 18 or older if you read this!

Basically college loser!König cat fishing reader for some nudes.

In my defence, I was reading something about a cat shifter, but with my dyslexic ass brain I read catfish, and now it can't get out of my head.

This is the first part, explaining the context a little, to get into the juicy part go to part 3 (Nah I lied to you, part 3 has no smut, I changed my mind it will come in part 4)😊.

This is only fiction, please remember.

Teen!König is an absolute nerd, going to collage just because mommy said that would make her proud. She would only agree to let him join the army after he graduates, of course. Does it matter that he's an adult and doesn't have to listen to his mother's wishes? Absolutely not, he's a mamas boy. And if she wishes he goes to collage, he will.

But sadly for him, school is merciless. In military you have some kind of camaraderie, but collage? Hah, nom..

If you think people grow out of being assholes, you are only half right.

Do guys make fun of him because he's socially awkward? No, they do make fun of him for never getting laid though. It's not like he has a reason to be celibate, no religious background or not any other reason.

He just gets no cunt. Easy. Fucking virgin.

But he does have friends! Or that's what they call themselves!

Do they make demeaning comments about him and straight up just make fun of him in every way possible? Yeah, but that's how boys are. Right?

Not that it matters, he doesn't care about a group of boys bullying him. It's the girls in his classes.

Fuck, those are merciless. Or so he says. Of course a pretty girl with decent grades only gets it through sleeping, he says, fully believing his weird incel like comment.

And every time a conventionally attractive girl looks at him wrong, he's on and about how he doesn't need a lady in his life. He's better off on his own. Yeah König, go sleep with your mom when you're at it.

Tsk.

And there is you. Yes, long introduction, I know. I had to build up the climax (haha)

A gorgeous, overly feminine, hot, confident woman. Ugh, he gets hard when you walk by and he gets a whiff of that smell.

And his bestest of asshole fuckboy friends, seem to take a notice in his little crush, not that he would say it out loud, but he looks like he jacked off to you at least thrice this week.

"Eh, you like?" That one loudest guy ask, jabbing his elbow into Königs side as their gases follows your ass.

König grunts out a noise, probably confirmation.

"Fucking sucks you're ugly." He snickers and that ass kissing fucker behind him laughs too, trying to get closer to that guy's fucking asshole. Tsk.

König rolls his eyes, giving him a dismissive side eye. "Don't you have a girlfriend to fuck, Rody? I'm sure she has been complaining about your bed performance to her friends lately." He scoffs back.

Rody chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't matter. She doesn't know what's fucking good for her." He hums and that boot licker agrees, making some degenerate comment.

Both König and Rody shoot him an annoyed look. No one stands this guy but he refuses to leave their side. A thorn dressed as a leaf, really.

"But if you're that desperate to get something from her, just text her from a fake account. I assure you she won't answer the profile you're stalking her with." He huffs and König scoffs in annoyance. "Why are you so invested in my account activity, Bruder?"

But later that night, in a desperate attempt to get off he started browsing for some good old porn, hoping to get his sickly horny mind off of your body, but not one of those overly erotic videos seems to be getting him off.

Browsing through the categories didn't do shit to him. Solo female? Too old, too old, too plastic, too small toy, too loud and this one doesn't look of age, nope. Absolutely not.

That's not it.

But staring at those he did get an idea, getting crafty after his super friendly asshole friend inspired him.

..., Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

I saw you wanted some ideas for Leon so here’s mine: you’re hiding with him in the RPD from Mr.X in the stars office, and the more you talk the more you realize you’re into each other. A small make-out session turns into something more and Mr.X becomes your last worry.

Btw, I loved your recent Leon fic :3

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ I found this in my drafts with a few paragraphs written and decided to finish it. I'll start the year with a smut, haha. Thank you, anon for the idea, and I'm sorry I made you wait 🙏❤️. I hope you like this 😊. I wanna write more about him, so keep the requests coming! Also, your feedback is appreciated ❤️.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader

I take commissions so if you're interested check my Ko-Fi. ❤️

You were both panting as you barely escaped the monster that was chasing you relentlessly all night. He was tall and strong, and bullets didn't kill him. From the distance, it looked like a normal person given the simple outfit; he was wearing a hat and a trenchcoat, both black, but from up close, he was rather scary due to his grey skin and dead eyes. The height also added to the intimidating factor.

How did he end up dressed that way? You asked yourself as you saw him kneeling on the ground. Leon just emptied a clip by shooting his head. Apparently, bullets stop him for a bit, giving you a chance to run. Still, you couldn't help but be amused by his attire.

"Who the fuck gave this thing a fedora?" You asked quietly as you passed near him. "Like, it has to be custom made or something? Look at the size of its head…"

"Probably, but I think we have more important things to worry about right now."

You hurried outside the library and never stopped running. They just kept coming… from all directions. You tried blocking some windows, but it was useless.

All this time, you followed Leon's command, as he seemed more collected, even if he was just a rookie. You had a hunch that he was trying to impress you, and you had two reasons. One, you heard him curse like a sailor around the station before meeting him—something that didn't happen when he was with you—and two, you caught him staring at you a few times. He'd looked away every time you turned your attention to him, but he couldn't hide that smirk.

"This way," he whispered as he gently closed the door behind him.

"Where to-"

"Shh," he said, pointing to the ceiling. Your face turned pale at the sight of the horrendous creature that was crawling. Its sharp, long claws tapped on the surface as he walked on all fours; its brain was popping out, and he didn't appear to have any eyes. Terrified, you froze in place, but Leon grabbed your hand and guided you into the corridor.

"Just watch your steps, ok?" he whispered again in a soft voice, trying to soothen you. "Don't look at it; you'll be fine. Just stick with me."

With steady steps, you made your way to the STARS office and closed the door behind you. Leon pressed his ear on the door, and once he heard the licker crawling away, he told you that you were safe.

You let out a sigh of relief. You hadn't realised you were holding your breath until now.

"Good. Listen, do you mind if we rest a bit here? It's too much cardio for me," you joked.

"Sure, I could use some rest too."

The STARS office was clear, and you found supplies too. Some medicine, ammo, food, and water felt like a gift sent from God. There was also an armory, but it needed to be unlocked from the computer. A reminder that your work is far from done. Still, you tried to enjoy your small break. Leon was sitting at one desk from the edge, and you were sitting next to him. Behind you was a nice brown leather jacket, which you considered taking, but it was too big to fit you. The team's belongings were intact, making you wonder why they closed the unit so suddenly.

"Where do you think they are? Do you think they are safe?" you asked Leon, who was busy starring in the blank.

"They are probably doing better than we are. Those guys were elite."

"I think we're holding up pretty well, considering you're a rookie and I never touched a gun."

"Yeah…you almost blasted my brains back then," he chuckled.

"I'm sorry about that." You said it soflty and gently squeezed his forearm as a sign of comfort. "But you burst through that door, and I panicked."

"It's alright," he said, smiling. He smoothly slid his arm to the edge so he could grab your hand. Your fingers intertwined quickly.

"Thanks for the quick lesson, tho…it came in handy."

"No problem, you're a natural," he winked, which made you blush.

"Yeah, but I kinda had a great teacher."

"What can I say? I work best under stress."

You both chuckled. A short pause followed, in which both of you just stared at each other. Leon wanted to say so many things to you. He wanted to praise you for being so brave and for taking care of him; he wanted to tell you how lucky he feels to have found you in this mess, but he didn't know where to start.

"You ok?" you asked, seeing that he got lost in his thoughts again.

"Yeah, I'm fine… I was grateful for having you with me; that's all."

"Really? For a moment, I thought I slowed you down."

"Me slowing you down? You're faster than me. You actually left me behind a couple of times."

"Oh, that? I thought you did that on purpose...just trying to get rid of me."

He chuckled.

"Nah...I never wished to get rid of you. I really like having you around." He said.

"Me too..."

Neither of you let go of the other's hand.

You both stopped talking. Your smiles dropped and your eyes closed as you leaned forward towards each other. Soon, your lips touched over and over again, filling the room with faint sounds of kissing. You were both shy at first, but Leon got more courageous and came closer to you. His hands found your waist, and you cupped his face, prolonging the kiss. Soon, you felt Leon's tongue trying to find yours, and the kiss got a lot more intense.

Not carrying about Mr.X and other threats, you climbed onto Leon's lap and continued to kiss him with the same passion. Now you were closer to each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his big arms around your waist, hugging you and keeping you close.

It shows that Leon craved this kind of affection and intimacy from the sweet whimpers that came out occasionally.

"Wait…" he said as he broke the kiss. "I know a more comfortable chair…"

You didn't know what he meant until he suddenly stood up while managing to carry you and went to Wesker's office. He was a strong fella.

On his way, he never ceased to kiss you, becoming even more eager.

He sat on Wesker's chair, which was more comfortable and much bigger than the previous one. Since your legs had more room to rest, you had the strength to roll your hips over his crotch, letting out small, deep whimpers as you felt his bulge growing between your legs.

His hands squeezed your flesh as they ran along your waist. His muscles relaxed under your precise movements. His needy whines filled the room as you kept moving faster.

"Y/N…" He whispered shyly, breaking the kiss for a few seconds before coming to taste your lips again. He felt his cock throbbing in his pants. He wanted you; he craved you. It was unbearable.

You felt the same way, and your cunt was throbbing with excitement as you thought about him inside you…he felt…big…

With fast movements, you took your pants off, and then you proceeded to strip him off. His cock jumped in the air once his boxers slipped past those big thighs of his, and oh, what a sigh it was. He was long, thick, and leaked heavily in front of your eyes. You watched how a droplet of his precum glided along his length, making you drool. His tip glistered as it was basically drenched in his own juices.

You teasingly tapped his tip with one of your fingers, which made him whine loudly.

"Y/N…" he said, his attempt to maintain his composure being obvious.

"Shh. Just stick with me." You said this, looking at him with siren eyes.

You climbed back, one leg slidding next to him, and the other followed slowly. You raised a bit and aligned yourself above his tip. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you began to descend slowly and gasped when you felt his cock entering inside you. When he felt himself inside you, he pulled you again in a passionate, eager kiss.

Moans and whimpers filled Wesker's office quickly. You let out sharp, deep exhales as you took more and more of him. You struggled a bit at first, but both of you were so wet that after a few thrusts, you slid up and down with ease. Leon moved his hands to your ass, squeezing your cheeks hard with every throb of his cock. Not only did you feel him leak inside you, but you also felt how he rubbed that sweet spot inside you. It was pure bliss, which turned your mind foggy.

He also thrust his hips from beneath you, matching your own rhythm. You allowed yourselves to sink deeper into each other's touch without being bothered by what was happening out there. The kiss became messier, the touching more intense, and the thrusts more erratic as you chased your own release.

However, Leon felt that his time would come sooner, so he lifted you spontaneously and placed you on the desk, knocking down everything that would make you uncomfortable. Was that too loud? He didn't care.

"You are so strong, officer." You teased him and gave him the same dirty look, enjoying how that made him visibly weaker. He rolled his eyes and lowered his head a bit to the side, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

His cock was halfway inside you now, and his arm rested near your head. With a deep breath, he began to thrust inside you, and he maintained eye contact this time. His face was still red, but not because of embarrassment, but because of how good your cunt made him feel. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you could feel him deeper.

His pace was slow at first, and he didn't go all in. It was pleasant, of course, but you wanted more, so you gently pulled him closer with your legs.

Understanding your intentions, he went all in, his balls constantly slapping your skin with each thrust. His breathing became faster, and your moans became louder as he finally hit that spot inside you again. When he picked up the pace, he placed his big thumb at your clit and stroked it fast. You felt a familiar pressure in your lower belly, and your throbbing cunt gave him a clue that you were about to cum.

"Leon…don't stop…" You said it between whimpers.

With his final strength, he went even faster with both his thrusts and strokes, and finally, he felt your wall clenching around his cock. With rolled eyes and curled toes, you grabbed his forearms as the orgasm hit you hard. A few seconds after your climax, you heard his moans getting louder. Then you felt hot spurts of his cum filling you up fast.

Both of you were trying to catch your breath now. Leon collapsed on top of you and allowed himself to indugle with your gentle touch for a few moments. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his tired body, with one hand playing with some strands of his blonde, smooth hair. The other caressed his back.

His nose was buried in your neck, enjoying the warmth and comfort that your body provided.

"I never thought I'd get laid on my first day as a police officer," he muffled, making you chuckle.

"Well, I bet you never expected a zombie apocalypse either."

"To be honest, if you would've asked me a few days ago which was more likely to happen, I'd go for the zombie apocalypse."

You chuckle again.

"You need to be more confident, Leon." Your fingers moved to his nape. "You're a great guy."

Once he felt your feather-like touch, he sighed with satisfaction.

"Oh yeah, just like that."

You began to massage gently. All this time, he remained inside you, and neither of you protested.

"You like that?"

He let out an affirmative hum.

"I'll tell you what," you began in a soft, calming voice. "When this is over, we keep in touch and go on a normal date. To get to know each other, you know?"

"Sounds good, but we need to get out of here in one piece…"

"Hmm…yeah…let's do that then."

He pulled out eventually and helped you get dressed.

You slowly made your way out of the STARS office, then made your way further into the station, looking for a way out. Now you look at the situation with a little more hope. Maybe it's because of the sex, or maybe you realised you have someone to count on. Who knows, but one thing is sure: you lived to go on your first date.

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[leonw4nter]

The Theories Of My World Revolving Around You

Bodyguard!RE4R!Leon x F!Popstar!Reader || Read previous: 1

Chapter 2: "Total Eclipse Of The Heart"

Leon woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up with his chest heaving. He swore he heard groaning and clicking somewhere in his apartment, just behind the closed door of his bedroom. Grabbing a shirt and the gun placed inside the safe of his closet, he carefully opened the door and pointed his gun at any noise he heard. He steps on something cold and slimy, a substance different from blood. He tries to move his foot away but the slime wouldn’t let his foot budge, keeping him stuck in that position. He can’t properly identify what that is due to all the lights in the hallway turned off, only a tiny sliver of moonlight peeking through a gap in his blackout curtains. Plop. Plop. Plop. Something from his ceiling is dripping, something both warm and cold though he only felt one liquid drip. He reaches to the back of his head, his finger having a feel of what this was; he points his damp finger towards the tiny sliver of light.

“Violet,” Leon breathily whispers as his fingertips rub together to get a better feel. He looks up and is met with the lifeless gaze of the gunshop owner’s daughter he met sometime 6 years ago, a licker using her face as a mask to taunt Leon.

“No!”

Leon shoots up, standing on shaky legs with a hand gripping his combat knife. His fearful gaze focuses on the darker corners of his room, occasionally tilting his head up to look for threats. His ears listen in for any clicking or groans but he’s only met with the low whirring of the AC. He takes his gun and walks around his apartment, looking up and down for any BOW. After triple checking, he walks into his bathroom and wets his face, only noticing now that he’s sweating so much. Walking into his room with a glass of water, he locks the door and places his weapons back to where he got them. He looks at the alarm clock by his bedside. 4:30 AM. With a tired sigh, he stretches his body a little more before he brews some coffee to get ready for his first day with a new task.

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He fiddles with the watch on his wrist while waiting for his new client, constantly readjusting the collar of his shirt. The lack of proper sleep is putting him on edge and he thinks he’s going insane, worried that a licker like the one he saw in his dream is going to somehow burst into the room. Despite the storm brewing in his mind, he puts up a facade of being nonchalant and unaffected by anything. A knock snaps him out of his thoughts, followed by the turn of the door knob. Amidst the other men in suits, along with a woman in a sleek bun with a brown envelope in her arm, and then he sees you. You… you looked a lot more humble, in his opinion. He expected flashy hair, a flamboyant outfit, and neon everywhere but you’re a lot more… calm.

“Good morning, Agent Kennedy. I’m Agent Morgan, we’ve talked on the phone before,” Morgan says as he extends his hand towards Leon. Leon takes his hand and shakes it before settling back down on his seat, observing all the people with him in the room.

“Let’s get right to it, shall we? Agent, this is ‘Red String’, your client. You will be assigned to, well, guard her, drive her to and from where she’s needed, stand guard, accompany her to events, obstruct the view of paparazzi, and all that. We follow a schedule so work for you starts at 6 AM and ends whenever her day ends. Understood?”

Leon nods and takes notes of everything he has to do. He finds the job simple, a lot more simple than what he’s grown used to throughout the years. He stays silent for most of it since the questions he was about to ask were already answered later on. After a few hours of orientation, they finally sign documents and once more shake hands before Leon formally starts his day. He makes sure to open every single door for her, press elevator buttons, and obstruct her face from any camera like he’s been told to do; easy peasy.

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The car ride is awkward, only the faint lyrics to a random song on the radio being the source of noise in the otherwise silent SUV.

“‘Red String’ huh,” you say. “Who came up with the code name?”

“Not sure. It was just assigned to you,” Leon responds. “Any issue with it?”

“I just sound like a used tampon,” you jokingly respond, which earns a light scoff from the blond in the driver seat. “Or bloody dental floss, whichever sounds better.”

Silence settles over you two again. He’s a man of few words, you figure, but he’s not that bad to be around so far. He’s thoughtful, placing one hand in the part of the entrance where you sometimes bump your forehead when getting inside even though that wasn’t part of the not-so-brief briefing.

“Well, can you call me by my name then?” you speak up. “I can’t,” Leon responds. “Protocol, though I don’t exactly understand why.”

“But, agent,  you do know my name right?”

“Yes and uh, you can call me Leon.”

“Okay, Leon.”

The rest of the drive falls silent, that being the end of today’s conversation. Despite the image and persona you’ve established for yourself in the industry and scene, you’re not all that loud and outgoing and talkative. After a few turns and quick stops at a red light, Leon finally managed to bring you two to the studio to continue recording your song and for some vocal exercises for the rest of the day. For the next 12 hours, Leon will stand guard in the studio as you work for the day, which he doesn’t mind. 12 hours doing nothing is better than 12 hours spent fearing for his life and the life he’s been assigned to protect and bring home. Throughout his shift, the speakers occasionally play a beat with your voice as well as some lyrics you must’ve recorded before he took over as your guard. Pop isn’t exactly a genre Leon usually listens to, his personal preferences leaning more on Queen, Nirvana, AC/DC, or Radiohead but he has to admit that you’ve got catchy beats with a voice exuding raw talent to match it up. Soon, he’s bobbing his head along to the beat and is tapping on the ground with his dress shoes along to the tune of the song. He could definitely get used to this, free unreleased music everyday for as long as he’s working for you.

“Hey Leon!” you call out. He turns his head to you and gets up, walking over to the booth. “I just wanna ask your opinion on this part of the song, since I saw you head bang a little bit earlier.” You press a button on the board full of buttons, the song playing once more.

“I’m going to play three different renditions of the song. First one is heavy on electric guitar, second is more on bass guitar, and the third doesn’t have as much of the first two. I wanna ask your opinion on which sounds best.”

You push a slider, increasing the volume. He listens intently, admiring the wonderful blend of guitars, pianos, drums, and synth. You surely knew your way around creating catchy music, along with superb songwriting. After listening to all three, he finally made his decision.

“What type of sound are you going for?” he asks.

“Pop-rock with some synth,” you respond.

“I know this isn’t one of your options given but would it be possible to have a mix of the first two? With the electric guitar toned down so we can still hear the pop elements of the bass,” he offered. “Otherwise, I’d just decide on the second choice if my suggestion isn’t possible.”

You scribble on the notepad, humming the tune, and imagining the combined power of electric and bass guitars for the song. You like the idea so you consider it, jotting down things once more.

“Sounds good,” you comment. “I’ll take note.”

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The next following weeks are the same, fixing parts of the song, and adding some more things to make it much more funky. You find out that Leon has good taste in what makes a song catchy and dance-able, a song with guitars that pluck on strings that could make you bust a move or two. Despite the frequency of being close with one another, you two still haven’t quite reached the level of very close, not that Leon minds– he’s here to prove that he’s stable and ready to get back to active duty under the BOW protection division of USSTRATCOM, despite this little gig of his being a lot less boring than he thought. Even as he’s listening to music, he can’t help but hear the faint sounds of someone’s screams of horror as a licker rips them apart, feeling guilt that he’s living life while they can’t with theirs.

“Leon,” you repeat. “Leon. Did you hear what I said ?”

The blond snaps out of his thoughts, teleporting back inside the black SUV.

“Huh?”

“The light’s green.”

“Right. Sorry,” he apologizes before putting his foot to the pedal.

“You’re going to get you and her killed one of these days,” Leon quietly scolds himself. “You can’t space out on the road!”

The interface of the car’s center console flashes someone’s name and a random number, the ringing of the call drowning out the song playing in the radio previously. You peek from the passenger side, observing the number before hesitantly pressing on the button.

“Hello?” You quietly ask.

“Hi, good morning! I’m Cassandra Pierce–”

“Cassandra Pierce?,” Leon asks himself. The White House Social Secretary? Why’s she calling?

“– from the White House and I’m the social secretary. I’m in charge of event planning and organizing for the upcoming charity ball. May I ask if you’re free on the 16th?”

You look at Leon with a slightly confused look because what is a secretary from the White House doing, calling you? Sure you’re popular but it’s not everyday you receive calls from someone working there.

“Hold on a minute,” you say. You quickly open your phone, scrolling through calendars. “Yeah, I’m free on the 16th.”

“Amazing! I would like to ask if you’re free to perform for the charity ball on the 16th. I’ve contacted your managers and they all said you're free but still told me to call you personally.”

Your eyes widen, breath stuck in your throat. Out of the corner of your eye, Leon can see the visible shock on your face.

“Yes! Yes, I can,” you say with a small smile that still lit up your face.

“Okay! That’s great! To summarize, performance on the 16th and an invitation will be sent out within the day until tomorrow. Invitation will include dress code, time, cuisine, location. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to send me an email or ask a question to any of my staff in case you have any. That’s all and have a good day, we look forward to having you here in the White House!”

The call ends and the excitement is practically oozing off of you, the joy in your face radiating like an aura. You turn to face Leon, smiling and giggling at this invite. Never have you ever expected to be invited to the White House of all places but here you are. Your excitement rubs off on the agent beside you, a small smile making its way to his lips as he hears you gush about how excited you are. “You’re not that bad,” Leon thinks to himself. “This isn’t too bad either.”

NOTE - Ended kinda meh for me coz I have no idea how to end it </3 This is the last day for my week-long break, I'm back to suffering again starting tomorrow... and my test results release too- oh my god I hope I'm above passing bro I can't let my grades dip again 😭 Shitting myself to death, I can only repost manifestation tiktoks :'( Also the title colors will appear gray on people who use dark color palettes, I originally intended it to be purple <3 Anyways, thank you so so SO much to people who read my fics HAPPY EASTER AND I <3333333 UUUUUUUU !!!!!!!

[ellawrites-if]

Chapter One Snippet:

Note: unedited as always lol.

Carter shakes your hand and grins. His teeth are so bleached, you’re honestly surprised that you can’t see through them.

“You know, I’d say that you’ve been avoiding me, Colonel,” he drawls.

You laugh like Carter has said the funniest thing you've ever heard and Killian shoots you a fierce warning look that you rather cheerfully ignore.

"You know, it is astounding to me that someone of your room temperature IQ could actually figure out that I'm avoiding them."

Carter blinks rapidly for a few seconds, proving your point about the IQ, before his face blooms ruddy in anger. Killian immediately steps in as the mediator.

"I apologise for the colonel, their sense of humour is an acquired taste," they start steering Carter away from you, talking the man's ear off and sufficiently confusing him enough that he completely forgets to be angry at you.

Carter's assistant, whose name you never bothered to learn however, is much sharper than their boss. Although, not by much. Slightly above room temperature you'd gander. They push their glasses up and turn that steely gaze on you.

"I weep for the state of humanity if you're the best we have to offer."

The smirk never leaves your face even as, on the inside, you want to...

[[Punch them in the face. Who the hell do they think they are?]]

[[Lash out. What exactly are they doing for the sake of humanity?]]

[[Laugh in their face. Carter's personal ass licker is looking down their nose at you? Priceless.]]

[[Cry. It's strange, but those words just hit far too close to home.]]

[[Internalise everything. Put on a totally blank expression and just watch them squirm.]]

[[You have no desire to react. The opinion of a glorified babysitter is worthless to you.]]

*Flavour text from above choice.*

Instead, you simply ask them a question.

"Are you okay?" Mock sympathy coats your tone.

They shift on their feet and clear their throat, before nodding sharply. "Of course. Why?"

You shrug, "just figured that someone as full of shit as you should probably see a doctor."

Before they can utter a word in response, you turn around and walk away, whistling for Dog to come to heel.

You'll probably have a complaint put in against you, but you'll also probably be violently killed by a Kaiju soon, so that's honestly the least of your worries right now.

[underscorewriting]

In another life. | Leon S. Kennedy

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing

Word count: 1072 words

"When we get out of here, you know you're not gonna get rid of me easily, right?"

The girls voice was filled with relief as they finally escaped the police station, leaving all the nasty creatures behind. Thinking the only time they'll return to her, will be as demons in her nightmares.

But she was wrong because they did need to return, they needed to go back to the place where everything started, the place where a traumatizing sight made her heart clench for the man that saved her.

"Fuck, maybe I should just leave you behind then." The man answered in a playful way, his eyebrow rising teasingly as he couldn't hide the smile sneaking onto his face, making his comment seem like a promise.

A promise that he won't leave her.

A promise that he wouldn't mind having her around.

But most importantly a promise that they were going to get out of this nightmare, together.

A soft smile settled on the girls face as she followed him. She would follow him anywhere if it meant her won't leave her behind.

Staying quiet she followed Leon with her flashlight in her hand, her breathing quickened with each step they took towards the police station. The man didn't have any time to even think about the dangers that lay ahead or could still be back at the station. He wanted to go in and get out as fast as they could without one of them being fatally hurt.

'You're not gonna get rid of me' She repeated in her mind as she followed Leons every step. Her mind was going everywhere. To the zombies before them, to the zombies behind them. Everything scared her, but the fact that Leon was there with her made her feel at ease with maybe dying.

After all, someone would care.

He would care.

Leon was her anchor to reality at this point. She barely knew him, but he might be the last person she ever will know. "Leon if..." She started but stopped herself as he turned around, his eyes stern. He would not let her finish this sentence. Her words dying down in her throat.

"Sorry, officer." A faint smile was playing on his lips as he studied her for a second. "I'm gonna need to get used to that." He mumbled under his breath as he barely breathed out a chuckle.

"Come on now, we have to find-"

A loud crash made both of them take a step back. Leons arm was stretched in front of her, making her know that he would do anything in his power to keep her from getting hurt.

To keep her from dying.

In front of them was a tall man with a hat and coat. The girl couldn't look up to his face if she tried, he was tall. Inhumanly tall.

"Run." Leon whispered as he turned around and pushed her as she was in a state of shock. "Run!" His voice left no room for hesitation, as her feet quickly started to burn with the desire to run and hide. Her heart beating fast. Her heart beating fast enough to break out of her rib cage. All she could focus on was taking the right doors, the shots that left Leons pistol as he tried to shoot down the mysterious man.

Nothing worked, she could hear him curse.

Leon was uneasy? She was having a whole panic attack.

What she didn't notice was a Licker over their heads as they finally put some distance between them and Mr.X. "Fuck, that fucker was invulnerable." Leon panted. "What was that?" Her voice was shaking. as she put her hands on her thighs trying to catch her breath. "Leon, what was that?" Her voice was louder than before, causing the Licker to notice them and launch itself at them.

The Licker grabbed the girl, causing her to scream out in pain. Her scream was blood curdling, Leon was quick to kill the Licker but he was to late, the girl was on the floor clutching onto her side. Blood was oozing from between her fingers and her breath was flat.

"Leon?"

He couldn't breath, he felt as if he was going to suffocate looking at her laying there.

"Y/N..." His voice broke as he kneeled next to her, a pool of blood surrounding her.

"I guess you really have to leave me behind, huh?" A pain-filled chuckle escaped her drying lips, followed by a wince.

"Don't say that, I'll get you out of here. I promised you, sweetheart." Leon chuckled hectic as he pressed onto her wound with one hand.

Rip.

He quickly ripped his shirt apart before he wrapped it tightly around her side. He knew it wasn't going to help her. Not as much as he hoped at least.

"Okay..you got to keep going okay?" He smiled sadly down at her as he pressed his hands onto her wound again. The bandage he made up already being drenched in blood.

"It's no use Leon.." A soft smile played on her lips as her eyes were glossy. "I really like your eyes..." Her voice was quiet, weak. "I think I'll be okay with them being the last thing I see."

Leon couldn't help but shake his head. "No, you're gonna live and we'll get out of here. You hear me, Y/N?" A soft chuckle made it past his lips as his eyes filled with angry tears.

He knew he couldn't keep his promise to her.

"Who's gonna annoy me when you're gone, pretty girl?" His voice broke as he smiled faintly down at her. A weak giggle filled the silence.

"So you do fancy me, officer?"

Fuck he did. He couldn't think about a minute without her by his side. Not after everything they went through.

Her hand went up to caress his cheek, blood smearing onto it. He didn't care, he couldn't find it in his heart to care about the blood staining his pale skin.

"Endless like the ocean..."

He could hear that she was fading.

He didn't want her to fade.

He didn't want her light to fade.

"I promise I'll find you again, pretty girl." He heard heavy steps coming closer. He didn't want to leave her.

Lonesome tears dripped from her eyes as she nodded.

"If not now, then in another life?"

Leon couldn't suppress the tears leaving his eyes as he nodded.

"In another life."

[aussiepineapple1st]

Just a Flesh Wound

A/N: This is a Leon x Chris fic for @c1a1r3r3df1e1d and other people who ship these two. I never thought about shipping these two until recently. So here goes!

Words: 1,492 Contains: Angst, Fluff, Blood, Injury.

Leon and Chris standing side to side as both are emptying their ammunition into an onslaught of infected, the area around them was a collapsed building, some wooden planks and other such flammable debris lit the darkening wreckage as night was on it's way. Both men were covered in blood, dirt and sweat as both were pulled into this mess by being in the wrong place at the right? time. It would have been a lot worse if they hadn't been in the area when everything broke loose.

Leon stepping back as he reaches for some more ammunition, however there were no spare magazines in his pockets, they weren't planning on having to fight, let alone fight this many infected and lickers. "Shit.." He says while pulling his knife from the back of his belt seeing a licker coming straight towards him. He stands upright and lowers his shoulders in defeat as he watches the creature running at him and Chris. "Licker!" Leon calls out over the shots as he pushed Chris out of the way, rolling away from his spot to get away from the claws coming down where they both stood.

Catching himself after being pushed to the side, Chris turns to aim up at the licker trying his best to get an angle on the creature without Leon being in the crossfire. He watches Leon manage to parry a couple of swipes before kicking the licker in the head causing it to stand upright swinging it's arms randomly, Leon had no room to step back any further and get out of the way as the claws swipe his right side. Being thrown into the rubble to his left Leon did his best to hold out his knife in defense as Chris had knelt on one knee finally able to shoot at the licker, his eyes flicking over to Leon who's arm drops to his lap. Taking out the Licker Chris waits a second and makes sure it doesn't move before standing up and running to Leon's side, placing his assault rifle to the ground he looks over Leon who wasn't moving, blood staining his jeans and shirt as his leather jacket had cuts in the entire right side. "Leon?.. Shit." Chris says as he pressed his hands on the smaller man's side causing his features to wince.

Familiar sounds of a helicopter was heard and a bright spotlight shines down onto the two agents. Chris waits for the chopper to land before pulling the strap of his assault riffle over his shoulder and takes Leon's combat knife from his limp hand before scooping him up in his arms, pressing Leon's right side tight to Chris' front he runs as fast as he can to climb in the vehicle. "HURRY TO THE CLOSEST HOSPITAL! NOW!!" Chris shouts in desperation and over the loud sound of the chopper before the pilot sees the state of the D.S.O. Agent and nods taking to the sky, not waiting to get to a safe height before heading for a B-line towards the hospital. Chris sat on the floor, Leon in his arms as he lets one of the other officers try his best to wrap Leon's torso tight with multiple bandages, they needed to stop the bleeding or he was going to bleed out very quickly.

Leon felt cold, his skin pale and lips blue as he opened his eyes slightly, seeing Chris looking down at him with worried deep blue eyes. Leon's body started to tremble with his body going into shock. Chris looks up and around hoping they were close to a hospital before looking back down to the man in his arms, wiping his blood covered glove on his leg before placing it to Leon's cheek. "Hang in there, Leon. We're almost at a hospital." He assured, his voice loud but yet still so quiet compared to the vehicle they were in. Leon gives a nod and closed his eyes as a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. "It's just a flesh wound.." He said weakly, Chris being able to read lips and just shakes his head with a chuckle of his own. "On your death bed and making a Monty Python joke, figures." He said to himself looking back up as he felt them lowering, landing on the roof of the hospital, few nurses and a doctor waiting at the door to the roof.

Chris lifts Leon into his arms once again, feeling his limp, cold body in his arms he felt his chest ache and heart race as he steps out of the chopper and runs to the medical staff. Seeing Chris was more than capable to carry Leon they lead his down the stairs not wasting any time taking the elevator as they needed to stabilise the bleeding out man. Placing Leon down on a bed he hurried behind the the medical team as they rush him down the hall and through some double doors, one of the nurses stopping him in his tracks not allowing him to come into the operating room as another nurse aware of the situation had been called to take care of Chris. Making sure his own wounds were taken care of and he was looked after while Leon was in the operating room Chris was lead to a lounge in the closest waiting area to the room Leon was fighting for his life in.

-----*3 Hours Later*-----

Chris sat with his hands folded, leaning his elbows on his knees as his chin was being held up by this thumbs, his index fingers pressed to his lips, a scowl across his brows the entire time he waited. "Chris?!" Called a familiar female voice as Claire lightly jogged over to her big brother who looked in her direction and stands to his feet to meet her. She wraps her arms around his mid section in a hug as Chris wrapped his arms around her shoulders holding her close. "Are you okay? I came as fast as I could after you called." She said pulling away and brushing the crusted blood from her front as she saw how much there was on her brother's front. "Is this.." "Yeah.." He replied knowing exactly what his sister was about to say. "Shit.. How did he stay alive that long?" She replied looking up to Chris who only shook his head, his eyes to the ground. "Hey... He'll pull through." She said gently rubbing his forearm with a smile on her face, trying to cheer him up.

As Chris looks up to Claire he was about to say something when a man called Chris's name, his head turning to the doctor and racing over to him, brow sweating with anxiety. "Is he alright?" Was the first thing he said as he stood in front of the doctor. Claire follows her brother who looks behind to her when the doctor leads them both to the private room they had Leon in. Opening the door for them the doctor steps aside as Chris made his way inside the room, seeing Leon laying on his back, an oxygen tube hooked over his hears as it rest in his nose, wires connected to his chest with an IV and blood bag in his left arm and blood oxygen attached to his finger. Feeling his chest tighten Chris almost tripped over his own feet as he made his way towards the pale Leon. Claire listens to the doctor as he explains his condition and what was still needed to be done before he leaves to let them be alone with the patient, she walks over to take a chair and pulls it over to Chris so he could sit down beside Leon. Chris not hesitating sits down and reaches to take Leon's hand in his crusty, bloody gloves, Claire placing a hand on her brother's nape as she stands beside him.

"It will take more than this to take him away from you, I'm sure he wouldn't let that happen." She assured, rubbing her hand on Chris' upper back comfortingly as he didn't take his eyes from Leon's face. Feeling the warmth on his left hand Leon's eyes flutter open, looking around to see the white and blue room, tilting his head slightly to the left he saw Claire and Chris at his side. "Hey, you two... What's the special occasion?" He asked weakly, a small smirk cracking his lips in his anesthetised stooper. "Shut up." Chris said as he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to Leon's before pressing his forehead to the other's. " I though you were gonna die on me." Chris said looking up into Leon's own eyes. "You know me... I'm stubborn." He shrugged weakly before angling his head up to kiss Chris once again, a small peck to his lover's lips his humour leaving for a moment of seriousness. "Honestly... I thought I was going to die as well."

[everygame]

Iridis Alpha (C64)

Developed/Published by: Llamasoft Released: 1986 Completed: n/a Completion: Played it so, so much and still only managed a measly score of 8740.

The thing that strikes me most about Jeff Minter after, by this point, playing nearly every game that he released until 1987, his most prolific period, is his contradictions. His games have wacky narratives and comical graphics, but also have complex designs. Then despite those complex designs, they lack strict rules to game feel, and can feel not just sloppy and frustrating but almost unfinished in some cases–like half-formed ideas, untested by anyone but Minter himself. And Minter would be quick to attack on being accused of this–clapping back in his newsletters, in a public spat with Zzap 64–but by all accounts otherwise an incredibly gracious person with a ton of time for his fans.

With that in mind, it’s kind of hard, frankly, to not be frustrated with Minter’s progress in this period. To not question if there’s some sort of unconscious self-sabotage in his releases from the high point of Ancipital, with Mama Llama and Batalyx simply incomprehensible. It feels like there’s a chip on Minter’s shoulder; that in his mind he’s showing that games are more than just action adventures where you pick up objects and take them to another room or shooters where you shoot everything you can see, but his designs are so uncompromising that no one can follow him where he’s going. And yet where he’s going often seems led by whim rather than reason.

Which brings us to Iridis Alpha. A second attempt at an overhaul of the Defender-a-like after Sheep In Space, which has all of the issues discussed above, Iridis Alpha pushes things even further than Mama Llama in terms of complexity, but is actually controllable at all, so it’s at least got that.

You play a pair of “gilbys” which are robots that either whizz around like the ship from Defender or which walk back on forth on land shooting bullets in the air like a popcorn popper if you land. Your goal is, ultimately, to survive all the waves of enemies on a level and then move to the next one.

However.

After the first 3-wave level, you’re doing this with both Gilbys at the same time, one on the top screen, one on the bottom, and you switch between them by flying through warp holes left by the enemies you kill. You have to switch between each ship regularly because if you don’t, you build up entropy in the side you’re not controlling, which leads to a death.

In addition to this, you can’t just blast wildly. Every enemy you kill gains health, which is good, because as usual you die if you take too many hits. However it’s also bad, because if you gain too much health, you also die. Meaning that you either have to take some hits or land on the ground so your Gilby can discharge some of their power (which eventually leads to a mini-game where you can gain extra lives.)

There also is an extremely complex level map that I will simply express to you now that I do not understand.

The thing that strikes any player of Iridis Alpha is that it honestly feels very good to play. Your gilby stays locked in the center of the screen; acceleration and speed feels good, the auto-fire is rewarding, and while it’s a little annoying trying to take off from the ground when you’ve landed, it’s not insurmountable. Within the first waves you’re only controlling a single Gilby, so you start to pick up the energy managing mechanics. You think–adding entropy to this won’t be too hard. I can do this.

Anyway then the next thing that happens is that the third wave features ships, "lickers", that stick to you and drain your health until you explode, and they seem to do this immediately, unfailingly and be nearly impossible to shake off so you lose all your lives and have to start again.

It is the closest, it feels, that Minter has come to straight up telling the player to fuck off.

The lickers appear. This person's game is already over, they just don't know it yet.

A game like Mama Llama is simply idiosyncratic; Hell Gate is simply pushing intensity as far as it can go. But this is naked contempt. Minter has created a hard game that requires optimum concentration, but he won’t actually even let you play it to the fullest unless you can beat a truly cruel difficulty spike that isn’t even fun in the name of making it brutally clear that he’s making a “thinking man’s shooter.”

You see, the trick here is that it’s a harsh lesson in that you can’t just use auto-fire the whole time. In order to survive this wave, you have to learn to manoeuvrer your gilby at the maximum speed you can manage, avoid the ships in front of you, and quickly turn and fire briefly to spawn lickers, who begin to track you, but die if they don’t touch you within a second. Fire constantly, you spawn them in front and too many. Don’t go fast enough, they get you. Go too fast and they fly off screen before they die.

It’s probably the worst brick wall I’ve ever faced in a video game. This isn’t, say, an exacting jump in The Lost Levels; this is having to track several things at once while having complete mastery of controls. Managing it with one gilby is a nightmare and I certainly haven’t reached the point where I can do it with two–once you unlock the “full” game they show up with regularity and you have to beat the third wave licker gauntlet for a second time upside down, providing a second difficulty spike and by that point, honestly, the game feels to chaotically unfair to want to push through.

It is astonishingly frustrating, because otherwise the game has an interesting design and feels good! You start to wonder if there’s some kind of unpleasant gatekeeping here; notably the number of enemies left in a level is listed in hexadecimal so it’d be gibberish to anyone except another programmer.

The message is clear: you aren’t part of the club. The question is how much you want to try to be.

Will I ever play it again? For me, there's a limit. The lickers are it.

Final Thought: Unusually, there actually sort of is a club for Iridis Alpha, unlike, say, Mama Llama, and the very few members seem invested in having you join it. You can read an entire book that goes over the assembly code of the game–I would argue possibly the least commercial book ever published–and there’s even a YouTube video from someone laboriously trying to explain how to play it that seems to be narrated by Jerry Springer (though he doesn’t make a point of explaining how to get past the licker ships, absurdly.) There’s even an unlisted video I found that’s another play guide too! 

I appreciate this kind of thing, but seeing a rare few putting this kind of effort to express the artistry of Iridis Alpha only makes me more disappointed in what it is, a game that no human past 1987, who hasn’t just stumped up £12.95 saved up from their paper round, is going to put their time in to get past the third wave in. Christ I played it for days on end and I can’t do it consistently and using rewind feels like a cheat.

There are more missed opportunities in Minter’s career, but this might be the most insane own goal. 

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CAN CAN YOU WRITE HONAMI ANGST WITH THE BULLIES BEING ASSHOLES AGAIN

BULLIES || Mochizuki Honami x Reader

Note: I am again very sorry for the late response, holy crap. This might be OOC because it's my first time writing Honami so I'm so sorry 😔 (I suck at writing angst too) ---------- CW for swear words just in case. Also the usual grammar mistake because english is not my first language 😭

Let's be real here, who wouldn't enjoy being with Honami? Honami is always there, looking out for the people she holds dear, sometimes even going out of her way just for the sake of helping them.

So when you found out about Honami's bullies in the past, let's just say that you're very much not pleased, especially because the reason they did that is pretty much selfish and uncalled. "Sorry that my beautiful Honami is not an asshole." "[name], it's alright-" "No it's not. Pull up, ho's. I'm at Shibuya, block-"

Okay that's enough.

You had thought that for now at least they're not bothering Honami, that's good right? Nuh uh, they came back for a piece of you only to remain unchanged and be a hater of Honami.

You were just strolling around the park with Honami, accompanying her as she walks her dog out, that was until you see the said ho's, and of course, the group saw you too. You can already see them snickering and whispering to each other, knowing who they're targeting. You immediately turn to look at Honami, who also seemed to catch up on the sight and the idea.

You were trying so hard to convince yourself that it's alright, to not cause a scene because Honami sure wouldn't like that considering the two of you are in a public setting. That's when until one of them is courageous enough to later on face your wrath, "lookie here! It's the butt licker!" They point their presumptuous finger at Honami, who's already glooming. One by one they started catching after another, escalating into a laughter.

Honami, not wanting to face them anymore, retreated from the scene, you swore you could see her teary eyes. A part of her wants to stand up and fight back, but the traumatic flashbacks seemed to have overcame the will instead. After you finished a little business with her bullies, you found Honami sitting on a bench with Shibao (Honami's dog) trying to comfort her by nuzzling her leg.

You found yourself sitting next to her, tapping her shoulder as you try to comfort her. "Don't listen to them, Hona. They're just a bunch of assholes and jackasses. You're just being your kind self and that is totally okay!" After a rub on her eye, Honami shoots you a small smile, "thank you, [name]. I guess I was just overwhelmed by the reminder of what happened.." Honami sulks. You rub her shoulder and tries cheering her up with a cheesy joke, and it works perfectly as fine.

At the end, you are and will always be Honami's #1 defender (real tbh).

BONUS: "By the way, [name], you said you had a tiny business with them, what did you do?" "........ Well!"

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Hope in Work and Joy in Leisure

"Those words: 'the future teaches you…'"

I missed this option earlier and lost my chance to go back for it. Thankfully I can still present you the text.

THE DESERTER - "*Real music, real proletkult*." He nods. "That's La Revacholière, not your rock-and-roll misanthropy. *Chanson de soldat* of the black-and-whites."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] - Marching song...

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Forget about that for a moment. You need to address that remark first.

"I'm not a misanthrope, I'm a half-dead police officer who's just doing his job."

"I know La Revacholière. It's the marching song of the World Revolution."

"Understood."

THE DESERTER - "The job of a shit-licker."

"I know La Revacholière. It's the marching song of the World Revolution."

THE DESERTER - "There you go." His eyes remain fixed on the sky as he sighs and adds: "One of three."

"In Graad they sang 'Brave Children, Favourites of History' and in Hsin-Yao it was…" He struggles to remember, then gives up. "…some Samaran shit, I guess."

"La Revacholière... I've heard that name, somewhere else. In a dream."

"How does it go -- the song?"

"Thank you for clearing that up." (Conclude.)

THE DESERTER - "Everyone has. They named a fucking perfume after it."

"No, that's not it. I've talked to her."

"Yes. Must've been that."

THE DESERTER - "Talked to *her*?" He raises his bushy brow and looks down from the sky -- straight into your bloodshot eye.

"Yes. I get these… cold spells."

"Yes. In the church." (Point southwest.)

"Nothing. We have serious things to talk about."

THE DESERTER - "It's the *drugs* you're all on. Druggies, winos, and whores..." He closes his eyes in disgust.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - There was something there -- when he said *talked to her*? He was curious...

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - All around you, the air slowly circulates the islet, carrying little swallows and black-beaked seagulls in its slow drift. They all -- every one of them, every bird, mammal, and crustacean...

What?

Rub your sides.

SHIVERS - Keep their distance.

"When I said I've talked to *her* -- you were curious."

No, he was just confused. Let it go…

THE DESERTER - "I've seen kids lose their minds and start *talking* to the city. Asking it to *protect* them, when the shelling gets bad. Calling it La Revacholière..."

+5 XP

"Cities can't talk. It's bourgeois idealism… I don't wanna talk about this shit anymore."

2. "How does it go -- the song?"

THE DESERTER - "How did it go..." He looks at his gun in your hand and shakes his head slowly.

"Something about shooting *rabbits*, I don't know… I can't remember. It doesn't matter. It's gone now."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He waves erratically -- with his hand, annoyed that he can't remember. A little tremor passes through him.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - It was dear to him. He resents forgetting it.

Here's where we actually are: talking about the murder.

"When did you first see the deceased?"

"What, specifically, did you not *like* about what you saw the night of the murder?"

"Been looking at anything else you haven't *liked*?"

"Who are you?"

"What have you been using this gun for?"

[Composure - Legendary 14] Assess his body language.

"Iosef Lilianovich Dros, you're under arrest for the murder of the Krenel colonel here in Martinaise."

"That's it for now, old man. Stay put." [Leave.]

THE DESERTER - "Three weeks ago, when the rich hag came in on her galley. Her honour guard came in tow."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Joyce... he means Joyce.

"Rich hag?"

"By that you mean Joyce Messier, the Wild Pines rep?"

"Let's talk about something else for now."

THE DESERTER - "Wrinkled up whore," he nods.

"Whore. Good strong word. I use it often myself."

"What is it with these *whores* and *pederasts*… aren't you a communist?"

"Khm..." (Cough.) "Moving on -- the victim arrives some time after her..."

THE DESERTER - "Lax sexual morals are a bourgeois ploy," he gargles a spit ball. "As to pederasty, the Party legalized it in '04. My Party, not your liberal masters." He spits it out on the dying coals.

"So don't you sermonize me, you racist shithole." He adds. "It's still bourgeois when the bourgeois does it. Fiddling with their sexual organs..."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Some strange glandular process takes place in him at the thought. Like yeast rising...

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - An anger too, in addition to loneliness.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm," the lieutenant coughs.

"Khm..." (Cough.) "Moving on -- the victim arrives some time after her..."

THE DESERTER - "They moved into a deserted apartment above the roundabout." He nods toward the city. "Radio equipment out for all to see -- reactionary radio playing. Sloppy and drunk."

"I've seen their kind during the Landing. Those Occidental and Mesque falangues weren't conscripts -- boys, like us. They were wights. All they know is to destroy and hurt."

"Wights?"

"Got it."

THE DESERTER - "Barely alive. They like to kill while they're on their drugs. After the landing, in the burning years I would take shots at them, *end* them. The worst ones. If I had a bullet to spare."

"I could see they've returned now. To show their real face -- the face they don't dare show their bourgeois voters back on Mundi, with their families and polyester clothes..."

2. "What, specifically, did you not *like* about what you saw the night of the murder?"

THE DESERTER - "Them fucking..." He looks at the charred wood. "I didn't like that."

"So you were jealous?"

"Okay then."

THE DESERTER - "Jealousy is a reactionary concept. I didn't *like* the reaver enjoying himself -- drugged out, soothed in the arms of a young woman. I wanted him to die so he could not enjoy life anymore."

"And I wanted her to see his head explode," he nods. "That too. She should know better than to hold a child murderer between her thighs. I knew he'd be there for one more second, *writhing*..."

"That's all it takes for the bullet to reach his head." He squints. "Now that I think of it, I wasn't aiming for his mouth. I wanted his brains to spill out on her… but…" he shrugs, "you can't have everything."

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - This man has seen past her, like you did.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - And now he longs to see her covered in blood.

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Success] - To punish her.

"How long had you been watching her?"

"You wanted to punish her, so you killed him."

"You had feelings for that woman."

THE DESERTER - "Since she came to Martinaise. I saw her sneaking in the reeds early in the morning, behind the Feld building. It was dark, still winter. She didn't have her skimpy outfit on then, just a spot in the night, moving..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Past the Feld building, on the coast? What was she doing there?"

THE DESERTER - "Hiding something in the water. She had a fag after she'd done it. I was up in the ruins there -- she couldn't see me, but I could see her. Smoking... she was nervous, but not scared."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - And beautiful.

"And beautiful."

"What do you think she hid there?"

THE DESERTER - "That too," he nods.

KIM KITSURAGI - "How could you see what she looked like? You said it was dark."

THE DESERTER - "The sun came up, her hair was like cobwebs. She smoked more fags and snorted a line of whatever shit she was on. Right there..." he shakes his head. "She needed it just to move."

"What do you think she hid there?"

THE DESERTER - "Her passport. And tickets to Villiers." He coughs. "And from there to Casherbrume."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - In the Free State of Semenine. Hidden away at the edge of the Earth, near the pale.

"This is the hidden buoy she told us about… You looked into it?"

THE DESERTER - "After she was gone." He nods.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Did you keep what was in it? When we found the submersible it was empty."

THE DESERTER - "No. Why would I do that? I didn't need tickets to Villiers... I put them back. If I wanted to extort someone I'd do better."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - This implies that he's thought about extorting her.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Also, a little inconsistency here -- he was surprised to hear her name Klaasje, before. Would he not have seen it on the documents?

"Are you sure? We checked the submersible. There was nothing there."

"You saw her name on the passport. But before, when I said her name is *Klaasje* -- you didn't seem to recognize it."

"Moving on -- did you continue watching her after this?" (Proceed.)

THE DESERTER - "Why would I need that trash?" He looks to the reeds, confused. "I'm not going to Villiers..."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - A strange confusion comes over him from time to time. Some kind of aberration of the nervous system?

2. "You saw her name on the passport. But before, when I said her name is *Klaasje* -- you didn't seem to recognize it."

THE DESERTER - "It didn't say *Klaasje* in there..." He shakes his head.

3. "What did it say her name was -- in the passport?"

THE DESERTER - "It was something..." He stutters. "I don't remember. It was dark that morning. I only remember her face on the photo."

4. "Moving on -- did you continue watching her after this?" (Proceed.)

THE DESERTER - "I did." He almost smiles. "She had a face like an archipelago, with those birthmarks. And a body, hard and lean and bruised all over -- black and yellow. I could see she's taken a beating."

"I could see who she was, too," he nods. "A spook. On the run. Revachol's the cloaca of capital now. All the bagmen and arms dealers end up here. To do drugs and have sex like animals."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You could tell she was a *spook* from the documents?"

THE DESERTER - "She had different colour hair on the photo, and glasses. *Forged*. Some sordid, bourgeois affair. I've heard about this kind of thing on the radio..."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He's setting it up for you...

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - The bruises. You can't make that out in a scope...

"And you could see her bruises -- through the scope of a rifle?"

THE DESERTER - "You can't see bruises through a scope. It's just a blur..." He shakes his silver-grey head.

2. [Reaction Speed - Challenging 12] How does he know those minute details about her body?

+1 Footprints in the dust. +2 Could have changed shoes. +1 Found the peephole.

REACTION SPEED [Challenging: Success] - It quickly comes to you.

"The bruises on her body -- any chance you've seen them through a *hole in a wall?*"

"Ever see her through a window, on a roof?"

THE DESERTER - "Oh yes," he smacks his lips. "Cutting those drugs of hers into little lines with a knife, masturbating..."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Everything in him fills with impossible longing, all at once.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Did you make that hole?"

THE DESERTER - "With a clip point knife."

+5 XP

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Challenging: Success] - Good for listening in too. For hearing the moaning and the snorts.

2. "Ever see her through a window, on a roof?"

THE DESERTER - "Like that too, yes," he nods. "Bending like a bow against the glass..."

3. "You've been through the secret route behind the Whirling-in-Rags. Those were *your* footprints there. You just changed your shoes." (Move on.)

THE DESERTER - "I've been through *all* of Martinaise -- every nook and cranny."

"And that too."

THE DESERTER - "Yes, that too." He shakes his head, almost in awe. "The things they did in that little room. What she'd *do* to feel good..." He explains: "Funny, the way light works..."

+5 XP

"You turn it on inside and it gets so dark out you can't see a man looking in. I learned that in the Twenties when they were still hunting me. I've seen people do *some* shit, but..." He keeps shaking his head.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Those two took the cake.

KIM KITSURAGI - You hear the familiar scribble of the lieutenant's pen. A quick glance at you...

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - One more loose end down. We're doing this, detective.

+1 Morale

KIM KITSURAGI - ... then at the man. "How did you get in there? The hidden pinball workshop?"

THE DESERTER - "I can just walk in there now, after a good wash -- I told you they think I'm an antisocial. Closing hour is a good time. The kitchen's empty."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You had to open the steel door in the kitchen? How?"

THE DESERTER - "I got that open a long time ago. Some bourgeois game-merchant lived there -- I don't know... fifteen years ago? He left spare keys all over and I took one. Then I saw her turn the light on one night in my scope..." He points toward the Whirling-in-Rags.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - And he found use for it -- a spare key, like the one hanging behind the Union box window.

2. "You wanted to punish her, so you killed him."

THE DESERTER - "She practically breastfed that man. You wouldn't believe the things she let him do to her..." He shakes his head and stares at the ashes.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - You stare at them too. In your mind, Her Innocence Dei still turns to leave, airport bag in hand, silks flowing in her wake...

The dream…

This has got nothing to do with that. (Try to forget it.)

INLAND EMPIRE - See you tomorrow, Harry. Her voice rings in the evening air, burning...

"You saw through her? So did I."

"She did deserve a good punishing."

"I'm not like that. I don't think like that."

"Men are insane." (Shake your head.)

Say nothing.

THE DESERTER - "You're delusional. There's nothing to *see* in the soul of the bourgeois woman. It's the same as the surface -- sick hedonism and desperation."

2. "I'm not like that. I don't think like that."

THE DESERTER - "No one gives a *shit* what you think," the old man spits in the ash. "You and your cronies kill ten working class men a day. I've heard the statistics on Channel 8."

3. "You had feelings for that woman."

THE DESERTER - "There's..." he sighs, "there's nothing to hold on to, only this... It's not enough."

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - The coals of his eyes glisten suddenly, like stones dripping with water. Is he crying?

THE DESERTER - "Man needs to feel something else. It helps if you have your eye on something -- there," he looks to the city where the lights sparkle. "Something pretty. It's weakness, I know."

"There have been others?"

"Was that why you left the dried flowers behind her window?"

"One more thing about this woman…"

THE DESERTER - "Yes. Over the years. It's not un-proletarian to feel something."

"Was that why you left the dried flowers behind her window?"

THE DESERTER - "No..." He starts to shake his head again, a sunflower on a withered stalk.

"Why then?"

THE DESERTER - "I don't really know. I was there one night and she was crying, like a child -- in the corner of her room, on the floor. Like she does sometimes...."

"When was this?"

THE DESERTER - "The day after I'd killed him."

"And you brought her May bells?"

THE DESERTER - "Yes," he looks at the charred logs. "I don't know why I do the things I do anymore."

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] - It's as if something *put* the thought there. To leave the flowers.

"You wanted to console her."

"You wanted to manipulate her."

"Something *put* the thought in you. A compulsion."

Say nothing.

THE DESERTER - "What do you mean *put*?" He raises his eyes. They're round and wide.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - A brief flash of terror.

"I just got this feeling. From what you said. Do you agree?"

"Nothing."

THE DESERTER - "Maybe..." He lowers his head and just stares at the logs. "I told you, I have holes in my brain now. I wouldn't just sit here waiting for you..."

+5 XP

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A sudden pang of rage.

THE DESERTER - "If you came ten years ago, I would have killed you." He wipes his eye.

KIM KITSURAGI - In the silence, the lieutenant draws a line in his notes. Then nods at you once more.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - One more down.

4. "So in conclusion, it wasn't about him. It was about *her*." (Conclude.)

THE DESERTER - "Her..." He repeats, staring at the ashes -- then the reeds. There's a twitch in the corner of his eye.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant nods at you, in acknowledgement.

Task complete: Extract a motive

+70 XP

Level up!

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - That's it. Motive. We have it.

THE DESERTER - "Where is she... that *Klaasje*?" The old man looks at you. "I haven't seen her there for days."

[possessionisamyth]

If you don't mind, could you elaborate on how Ada is inconsistent?

It's less about how she's inconsistent, and more about how various writers treat her role in the overall narrative of the series. For a non existent attempt at brevity, I will not be talking about how she's handled in the remakes or any of the alternate raccoon city focused games. 1998 RE2 only!

So in the original RE2, Ada is a woman who's looking for her boyfriend who is a researcher at Umbrella. She was actually dating the man to get information on/a sample of the G-Virus, and whether or not her concern was sincere for this man is debatable as she plays it up. It's a useful truth that functions as a genuine cover story. After finding out the dude's dead, she seduces Leon so he'll follow her around like a lost puppy. (He's super whiny puppy but that was entertaining to watch). Plus when she doesn't shoot to kill to get the G-Virus sample from Leon, it turns out her affection for him is real. Whether this is her working from the rebound after figuring out her current boyfriend is dead is also debatable. I can only speculate that she might have been. Ada isn't heartless. Fake dating someone for months meant there had to be some chemistry as she could've picked literally any umbrella scientist to date to get to the same result. When we look at the epilogue scene from RE3, we see she is changed by her experience.

She's not the same woman anymore. Or at least she doesn't think she is. She wasn't so much a femme fatale in the first RE2 as much as she was a mercenary/spy playing her cards right until the smoke cleared.

And then we get Resident Evil 4.

In RE4, they hammer that femme fatale persona in HARD. She's sexy. She's teasing. She's always in the right place at the right time. She doesn't get hurt and comes out on top. Ashley's existence delays the damsel role she would be tossed in so Leon can save her, but doesn't prevent it. The time she spent between 1998 and 2004 was her building this persona to put emotional walls and distance up so she can better do her job. Hell, due to the great reception the game got, this version of Ada is who gets left in the hands of every future writer who has/wants to handle her. Yet, Leon being there in RE4 puts a few splinters in this persona. Wesker's kill order for Leon absolutely cracks it. Leon may be experiencing his own personal hell, but so! is! Ada! Wong! She doesn't have to do shit. She doesn't have to save Leon. She doesn't have to kill him. She can honestly just do her job and get out, but she hasn't changed. She's just gotten really fucking good at lying to herself. So we once again see her putting everything on the line for Leon, and risking her own neck so he can get out. And this is great! And you want to see more.

And then we get RE:Damnation.

Why was she there? Look. Look at me. I love Ada. She's my wife. Why was she in the Eastern Slav Republic pretending to work for the BSAA? Oh, to collect a sample of las plagas! Wait. Wasn't she in the village where there was a fuck ton of them before this event? Why wouldn't Wesker have that already? Oh no, she needs the special plagas that let's people control lickers for a limited period of time before the parasite develops and the host become one of those twisty head zombies. Ah. A failed plagas then? She wants a failed plagas? Well, she would've had a much easier time just stealing that from the rebellion. It then would've made her running into Leon a more natural outcome. They started that movie putting Ashley in the proverbial trunk to eliminate that romantic venue and brought in Ada to go "hey! remember! leon likes her! nobody else! we promise!". They're not risking anything for each other. Ada isn't doing what she has been doing the last two stories, and it's off. The femme fatale stuff is happening, but you can cut her out and lose nothing from the movie other than a cat fight. You can't do the same thing in RE4. You can't do the same thing in RE2!

And then we get Resident Evil 6.

I enjoyed watching the Ada storyline in the game despite all the strange mechanic choices they made with the game's play style. Up until this point in the games, her and Leon keep risking their lives and/or job credibility for each other. That's what they do regardless if people view their relationship as platonic or romantic.

This game with Ada's story was a great opportunity to show how she's also wearing a mask she's built up over the years. The one that gets cracked in RE4 with Leon's mere appearance and a genuine concern for his safety. The thing is in RE6, she's kind of all over the place. We first see her doppleganger not knowing it's a different woman, and every fan is up in arms about how reasonably OOC the act is. And they're right. Next we see the real Ada, and she seems just as natural as she was in RE4. We just assume it's an outfit change until she starts investigating. Then she goes from mercenary/spy to playing superhero.

The one thing I like about the resident evil games, is that when 2 characters are supposed to be on equal ground, they'll often save each other the same amount of times. They meet in the middle, and there's something sweet about it. In RE6, Ada is constantly covering Leon's ass the closer we get to the end. Leon gets to save her with that final Simmon's confrontation. We are not counting Leon protecting fake Ada from Chris because it wasn't her. RE6 was trying so hard to make the real Ada likable by having her go out of her way to do good for everyone as a sharp contrast to doppleganger Ada's actions. However, they lost some of what makes Ada so complex with these narrative decisions.

It's nice we get to see her hurt and anger by taking out doppleganger Ada's final experiment before it hatches, but that's the end of the game! We don't get a little epilogue scene of what she's doing or how she feels like everyone else gets! They say "oh yeah, she's fine, she has more work now. Nothing's changed." When we get to see the result of hurt like we did in RE2, or the knowledge she'll gladly disobey orders for her own peace of mind in RE4.

This was a lot of words to say RE2 and RE4 remember Ada's more than just a femme fatale, whilst later appearances in the series forget this.

The remakes for now don't do that. In the remakes, we know from the get go she's looking out for herself first, and other people come second. Leon ranks a little higher on this list than everyone else, and I'm very eager to see the depiction expanded on if we get a remake Separate Ways DLC.

EDIT: Oop, just realized she was constantly covering Leon's ass in RE4 too based on the OG separate ways. Ignore that one segment, but the rest still stands!

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: FLUSHED

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

I… I don’t even know what to say to that.  She’s so… boo hooo.  Idk

Gotta blaze

Next scene: fire

Bitch, he clearly already made it. just eat

I’m sorry. Some drunk slaps me, and I could kill him with my pinky?  Well. Ya, he wouldn’t be slapping any more

Jesus hell, her smile tho ☠️☠️☠️ Between her and Maze I’ve done began questioning my damn sexuality ☠️☠️

Also.  The cliche “I’m ok” until the whole “stay with me” line then *poof* sleep.  That’s not how seizures work ma’am.

The hell selfish af! Just stole the money!  [THIS IS WHERE I STARTED GETTING ANNOYED BTW]  Is this how she acts here on out?  [Yes]  Ew

[Okay, so now we’ve got a running total of: her random one-day boyfriend and Normal who know that she doesn’t sleep; like half the random population who have seen her magical strength; and who-knows-how-many thugs who’ve seen her blur + some other combination of Manticore powers.  Yeah, she’s reallllll subtle.]

Bitch flung him out like a tooth pick

Intervention.  Gotta love it.

☠️☠️☠️  Bruh tell them you have seizures you dumbo.  Like tf

That damn magic knife again

[Oh, and now… a random hospital orderly, too.]

Well damn.  What a douucheeeeee  

Wait, her actual name is original Cindy?  [Or it’s at least the main name she goes by.  Or O.C.]

WOOOOOW NICE MAX

WAIT.  wait who is he?  The one that told her to clean herself up. [The actor?] Yeah. [I'll send the IMDB page later.] Okay.

[Getting arrested is going to go amazingly well given that she’s from.  You know.  Manticore.  The secret place she’s not supposed to reveal she’s from.]

Coppppsss 😤

Dead feet

SOMEBODY SAY SHE HAS FUCKING SEIZURES

THANK UOU!! JESUS FUCK!!!  like 😤😤😤😤

☠️☠️☠️  They put men and women together lol  Wot.  

WOT.  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  Cannibalism?

Oh my ☠️☠️☠️ Cops in heels.  Sounds kinky

– – –

Midpoint Judgement: So Maxs attitude is like so fucking annoying in this one.  But also I half kinda sorta feel bad for her cause ya know seizures.  BUT SHE COULD HAVE JUST TOLD THEM.  INSTEAD OF ROBBING THEM.  AND GETTING THEM KICKED OUT.  Like, talk about selfish!!  [You know how we’ve been talking about how Max had been bodysnatched by a nicer person in the first episodes?  This is the Max that most of the rest of the series deals with.] Ew.

– – –

She looks so tiny.  Next to him, and holding that big ass jar

Does he get dead?  [Uh… don’t think so?]

Uh oh.  They saw the barcode

Wait, how’s Logan driving?  [Uh.  Um.  I.  Don’t actually know.  No clue, honestly. That. Huh.]

“She’s a good girl.”  Boy, hush

Umm!  Ummm?  I love OC

Oh noooo sob story

Oh shit. Oh no.  ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[I continue to be unclear on how he was driving.]  THANK YOU

They say you've got a thing for her cause it’s obvious.  You dummy

IM HER HOME GIRL TOO!  IM deaddddd! [I love him.]

Oh shit. 

Oh.  It’s a flash back, but still.  

Awww.  I’m not supposed to like her, dammit  *insert “I’m soft” gif*

Bruh.  Mennnnnn

Poor new girl is like: tf you talking about?

Ohhhhhh creeeeeeeeep ewwww

Whaaaat the feckkkk I didn’t sign up for this

Ewww he’s a creep too.  Gross.

Lintlickerrrrrr *insert “You lint-licker” gif*  [No, literally.  There’s a lint-licker gif.  Okay, then, the world is stranger even than I knew.]

Poor girl ☹️☹️

Oh man. *starts typing* [“Six-inch, black, patent-leather pumps in your future” scene?]  😂😂 Yes: the intensity

Oh shit.  Her face.  That was lowkey creepy af.

Kill ‘em.

Her.  Fecking.  Attitude.  Ew.

Should have let her kill him

Well shit she got got

And now he’s got got

“I broke your lock.  Sorry.”  Wot.  Wot.  WOT.

WAIT.  WAITTTTT.  DID HE.  IS SHE.  MAAM.  IS OC.  [SPEAK, MA’AM.  IS OC WHAT?!]  WENCH.  DID HE SHOOT HER.  [NO.]  Ok 🙂  [Ma’am.] *innocently* What???

I love OC.

[Max is still smiling.  What tf is going on.]  *Simultaneously* Oh, better attitude

She probably wouldn’t

That’s one way to say it.  [Oh, look, SHE’S SPILLING SECRETS AGAIN.]  She did tho  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

😂😂😂😂  Yesss Logan!  Respect

😂😂😂😂  I love it.  Take that, Walter!

☠️☠️☠️  And a pony.  I love it

Why don’t I hate this show?  Hmph.  Hmph I say Wench.  [You haven’t even seen Jackles yet.]

Wow.  That, Max.  That was low.  “You gonna just sit there” BITCH THATS ALL HE CAN DO

And ISSSSSSSSA WRAP ON 3!!!

[umbrellamedic]

Watching the Operation Raccoon City trailer again and...

"No time for samples, Four Eyes!" she could have gotten it from anywhere, Four Eyes chooses THE MOUTH

Four Eyes not even phased about the rest of the team running past hunting cops

Spec Ops hearing gunfire and their first stupid fucking thought "Civvies :)" Like, what??

...ok, killing the Licker with nothing but a knife actually is talent. Not bad, Spec Ops. Not bad. And the 'all clear' after; you don't know that, you have checked one hallway.

Lickers are best boys I love them. <3

Beltway is from Puerto Rico according to his bio. He sounds... Bostonian?? Or something, idk, accents aren't something I'm great with BUT. he sounds like he's from the North East somewhere.

Also I love how he sets up the mine and is just so fucking happy like "Boooom :)" What a lad.

Spectre... maybe... be good at shit.... be better?

The cop looking back at his friend, distracted, GETS BLOWN UP

BERTHA JUST RUNNING FROM THE SIDE WITH HER FUCKING MACHETE. YOU HAVE A GUN. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

But also damn that was some FORCE you put into that swing. The ready to swing again, realizing the machete is STUCK in the car, having to push with her foot to get it out. Love it.

Vector vaults over the rail to jump down into the garage

Lupo vaults over the rail to jump down into the garage

Bertha takes the stairs.

Vector's voice. Yes. Thank you. Purr growl into my ear sir. ^///^

Lupo growling at him. Yes. Thank you. See above statement. ^///^

The closest zombie, then the screen goes dark, then the gunshots light it back up. A very quick moment, but amazing.

Team dealing with a swarm of zombies; IMMEDIATELY FUCK OFF FROM THAT TO CHASE A COP. Very goal oriented. Icons. Love to see it.

Spec Ops hearing gunshots. See the cop running FOR HIS LIFE. just "maybe not civvies??? not sure??" literally Vector has to stealth over and make threats for them to be like "oooooooh. maybe this is dangerous :)" Special babies. Please. PLEASE.

If I ever make another side blog for the Spec Ops team I want you all to know they will all be himbos. ALL OF THEM. Bitch I didn't stutter. Himbo energy for all these spec ops bbies. Sweet summer children. I have no respect. I am v biased.

"Guys. We got a liiiive one." -offended in Texan by this accent- Actually she might be from, like Tennessee or some shit. again, accents aren't my thing. i stand by my statement.

Beltway and Spectre coming in from the other side; literally i've seen this video a billion times and i have never noticed that before. i live in shame.

"This is a quarentine zone!" Sweet bby. PLEASE. why is your first instinct seeing the most maladjusted cunts Umbrella could throw together for what I'm pretty sure Umbrella thought was gonna be a suicide mission or some shit (i am convinced Umbrella spent the entire time hoping they all got fucking dead) who are all HEAVILY ARMED AND CLEARLY CHASING DOWN A MAN RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE IN THE MIDDLE OF A ZOMBIE INFESTED CITY and you're first thought is "i will approach and yell and nothing will go wrong :)" Himbo energy.

Vector. My heart. My life. Thank you for your service. LOUDLY makes a gun sound, starts talking just before he uncloaks. my boy appreciates DRAMA

special bby boy just looks annoyed like 'how DARE they do this to me, a man who has made no bad choices ever'

Also that hair. i appreciate it. none of the Umbrella boys are allowed to show hair and it's not fair.

LUPO JUST LOOKS AT THE COP AND FUCKING SHOOTS HIM. no words for the spec ops people. they aren't a concern until AFTER she completes the mission

just IMAGINE being that cop. you're running from these assholes, you've been shot, your friend was blown up, any others that were with you before this video starts are fucking dead. and you fucking FALL and it's like "i'm gonna die"

then you see spec ops and their resident himbo #1 making demands or whatever. and you're full on cop-brained so you're like "military good. am safe :)" so you're kneeling there expecting some kind of discussion to happen, maybe some hostage things

you never see the shot coming. imagine the relief followed by FUCKING NOTHING because Lupo isn't dignifying the spec ops himbos with discussion.

Vector just KNOWING this means it is go time. Shoots just after Lupo does

WE FINALLY SEE HOW HIMBO #1 HAS LIVED SO LONG. he isn't smart, but damn can he spider sense react. he's read the room- he did it late, but he got there.

Vector's kicks. 100% kick boy. Dem legs. Bet his thighs are great. Love to see it. King shit.

Lupo just calmly "Kill them all" and the team just raise weapons and shoot in unison.

i know they say Delta team is new, but there is NO WAY these people haven't worked together before this mission.

Bertha standing next to Beltway. Listen. I hc a lot of things for this team, but her and Beltway i have MANY FEELINGS about

I was gonna crack shit about Bertha wearing obviously fetish wear while everyone else has normal fabrics Vector's stealth stuff notwithstanding but that's still not the same shit as Bertha but tbh? She's the medic. This is designed for blood and shit to, like, slide off. But also it's like that scene in Repo: The Genetic Opera where the Repoman takes off his uniform and hoses it off. I imagine Umbrella medics do this as well. Or, at least, Bertha does it. Post-mission or post-torture session, she just hangs her outermost layers and fucking hoses them off. It's efficient. Practical. And she likes the look and feel of it. A true sicko. Wonderful.

"Who the Hell are these guys?!" "Let me ask them!" minigun. I like her. Spec Ops has one (1) person i might actually give a shit about.

Vector's stealth ending because he's taking damage from the minigun. I love it.

Side note: all scene, NO ONE CAN HIT SHIT. like, a couple times people will get a single bullet and it won't really matter. just in general. it would be a worse scene if there were people getting dropped, but it does make me laugh that it's two elite teams and literally no one can aim for shit.

speaking of a single hit. Beltway taking a shot to the shoulder, RESPONDS WITH A GRENADE. classic king behavior. his character is shown very strong in this. he's just SO CHARACTER. "Sonova. Bitch. Right back atcha."

lajfl;jads THE GAS PRICE IS $1.15. ok. for '98 i wasn't driving. and i'm pretty sure gas prices here tend to be pretty good compared to other places. but when i started driving in- fuuuuuck- '05 or so, that was gas prices. It was about that. i look at this sign and weep because it sure as shit ain't that cheap now. i need an electric but idk if that will save me money or where i would charge it or anything. this had nothing to do with the game.

Himbo #1 hearing a sound, getting down to look under the car, and just "shit" then RUNNING is such a good bit. the way the explosion FUCKS with the audio. chef's kiss.

that car looks like an Impala i inherited once; it was a '99 Impala. i'm not a car person but that's what i'm reminded of.

ZOMBIE MEAT SHIELD ZOMBIE MEAT SHIELD ZOMBIE MEATSHIELD. one of my favorite things in pvp and in general. it's just. idk, it makes sense to do. more zombie shooting games should have this.

"We need to flank these guys! Now!" And Four Eyes was like 'lawl, guess what :)' It doesn't show who threw the pheromones, but we all know

This zombie thing. is a new problem for the spec ops. I can see Umbrella having pheromones. That makes perfect sense, they need a way to direct the infected. but the spec ops guy just seeing that and KNOWING is like ??? idk. i guess it would be the logical guess when mystery smoke happens and you notice zombies coming for your ass, but he knows it .02 seconds after that shit goes off. x to doubt

Spec Ops at this point is more about killing zombies- fair, because of the pheromones- and Umbrella going STRAIGHT FOR THE TARGETS ignoring the zombies. this gives me life. this is their tactics.

I don't really understand Lupo's mask and it's three straps below her ear but whatever.

While we're on masks, i don't know how Bertha, Beltway, or Vector see with the lights in the eyes of their masks. But whatever

"We got a T103 Tyrant approaching" and then the debris blockade scene. It's jostled once. Twice. Tyrant realized that whatever he was doing wasn't working. THROWS A FUCKING CAR. this is a recurring theme for him. but it does solve more problems than it causes.

Lupo almost getting crushed by the gas sign. Picks herself up. that little headshake. then she sees the Tyrant. then the Tyrant sees her. "Holy shit!" This is Umbrella property, but she KNOWS that shit is gonna kill her and she's going to survive. Too bad shooting at it did not helpu.

Himbo #1 dealing with a zombie, slams it on the hood of a car. LUPO THROWN INTO THE DOOR OF THE CAR. Himbo #1 just ??? you know he's not Umbrella because he doesn't straight murder her. he starts shooting at the Tyrant. maybe he doesn't know if she's dead or not. if the roles were reversed, Lupo would take that shot- practical. just a quick pop to the spec ops guy, then shoot the Tyrant.

MEDIC FIGHT, MEDIC FIGHT, MEDIC FIGHT. it does demonstrate Bertha can take a fucking hit. and that her way of using her machete is to swing wildly. she doesn't have the finesse for a knife, she wants something big she can flail with and do damage. she can be delicate with a scalpel on an operating table, not in battle. about the taking a hit thing, the spec ops medic seems to be better at cqc than Bertha. she gets a kick in, but how he redirects her swing with his gun, hits her with the gun, slams her into the truck (both blows to her face) and Bertha doesn't even PAUSE. just full on attack mode

Beltway turning the zombie into a bomb. It's charming when Beltway does it, BUT WHEN NIKOLAI DOES THAT SHIT >:[

once again Himbo #1 has a moment of "...shit" and once again Tyrant's problem solving technique is to throw a car.

And of course the RESIDENT EVIL voice line. Beautiful.

[harleiquina]

"May siblings be together, for that is the first law. May their union be true in anytime, because if they fight each other they'll be devoured by those outside" (José Hernández, "Martín Fierro").

So, today I found out that there was going to be a picket to support the WGA strike in my country (Argentina) and relatively close home. I wish I knew it sooner, I would've liked to join... but

I'm not a guild member (reason why I never received any kind of news about it) because...

Technically I'm not a writer (a professional, I mean. The ones that get paid to write) which leads me to...

I have a job that I hate and I can't just skip a random day because...

Even If they pay me very little, I am the breadwinner at home and every little cent counts... since...

My country's economy is a bloody mess that could be solved in over 50 years, if we are lucky.

So, here I am, making a post in solidarity to the Strike while waiting for the calls to start to ring. This might be a lenghty (and personal) one.

My journey into writing:

It was hard to answer the old question "what do you want to be when you grow up?" as a child because I wanted to be everything (except Doctor and Vet. I still don't like the idea of inflicting any kind of pain to heal someone -yes, I do know that anesthesia is a thing but it does wear off, did you know that? And painkillers too!).

At school I absolutely hated writing as homework, however I always ended up telling stories (my grandfather's folk tales) in the schoolbus for a limited audience. It wasn't until 7th grade that I realized that I was able to have original ideas and put them on paper... then I started to love writing and I would put my best effort into it. Yes, those were silly little stories usually prompted by whatever paragraph or sentence our teacher gave us (twice my aunts laughed at something I was proud of and I won't lie, it did hurt back then. Probably I would laugh now too). Still, coming up with something new was exciting.

In my senior year of Highschool I had "Applied writing" a subject that, supposedly, was there to teach us how to make our resumes, formal letters and other stuff that is "useful" in the work place or life itself. But that's not what I've learned.

I had Marcela Bullentini as my teacher. Someone that was quite scary with her desire for us to speak properly (eliminating the 'sh' sound from our bonaerense accent that changes words like "lluvia" -rain- to make it sound "shuvia", or our usual "perdón" -forgive me- instead of "lo siento" -I'm sorry- EVERYTIME she would answer with a mighty "only God forgives" to remind us that we were using the wrong term). After a few months of trying not to get on her bad side, I started to like her because I could tell that she loved writing and reading. And that's why she never gave us those boring lessons the other classroom's teacher (and school Principal, mind you) gave her students. She taught us the basics tools to write news, anecdotes, opinions and scripts for audio-drama (podcasts weren't a thing in 2009) and even TV (we did had to shoot a short film by the end of the year. Yes mine does suck). She is the reason why I considerated making a living out of writing. When the school year was coming to an end and it was time to enroll in College or the University and my classmates would ask "what are you going to study?" I answered them "I would like to be a Movie Director or Script writer". Guess what was their response... "Why?" usually followed by "that's too easy"

Too easy.

Too easy? How come? Why the Arts are "easy"? Why do you think that your dream of becoming a Sport's Journalist is better than mine wanting to tell stories? You'll still have to write something, you idiot!

Still, I did not followed my passion because making a living off the Arts is quite hard in here. You have to know someone who can "get you in" or beeing a professional boot-licker or work in the worst things ever, beeing completely stepped over and then you might ✨️MIGHT✨️ have a chance to do something true to yourself. And I wanted to be the argentinean Tim Burton, I knew nobody would've backed me up. So my aunt gave me an idea "why don't you try with Advertising? Many movie directors and writers began with Ads". So... off I went to Advertising School.

For those of you that don't know, Advertising is divided in 3 major branches: Accounting (the bridge between the Clients and the Agency), Media (the ones in charge of the budget and with the contacts to publish/play the ads everywhere) and Creativity (the ones that make the ads). I belong to the 3rd group and guess what? We're still thought off as an afterthought... as if making or writing for an ads campaing is something that is "easy", something that anybody can do. That we, the creatives, are just lazy people that every now and then receive a task, like anybody else would toss a bone to a dog, to "do something". To be fair, since I've never worked at an Agency I do not know if this kind of behaviour is present in them too... but all my classmates had this attitude and if they were meant to be the future of this profession, then I'm better off doing anything else but working as a Copywriter.

So here I am today, working as an Over the Phone Interpreter with over 20 stories locked in my head (and scribbled across many notepads and documents in my PC), too tired to write after work and trying not to sit on the computer on my free time because I spend the whole day, 5 days a week sitting in front of it. Still, sometimes I do get things done. My brain doesn't stop just because I have no time or because I'm tired. I know I'll get things done... eventually.

But Laurita, what does this have to do with anything?

This is my blog, I write what I want.

Context was needed.

As I said the whole "writing stories isn't serious enough" "it's too easy" "you can do something better" has been plaguing my life since day one. I was even able to see a glimpse of my favourite teacher's hopes and dreams for me crash in his eyes when I told him that I was studying to become an Advertising Creative. (I'm pretty sure all my teachers thought I would become one of them, or a doctor, or a lawyer, maybe even a scientist).

People!... Telling stories is important!

I dare to say that ours is the oldest profession (not the other one 😏) because whenever a lesson had to be taught, or something needed explanation, there was someone ready to tell a story about it.

Telling stories was never just entertainment. People seems to forget that even the silliest fairytale was meant to leave something behind with their audience. For ages my family and I wondered about the Magic Fish, a russian folckloric tale (a very lazy young man goes fishing in the ice for once in his life and catches the magic fish that promises that if he lets him go, he'll grant any wish he has. The guy ends up living in a palace made of gold and marrying a princess) and then it hit me: it was not the story itself... but the posibility of making many kids go fishing in the ice hoping to catch the Magical Fish that will grant them any wish. Well done, slavic people, well done 👏🏻👏🏻

I do not understand the constant dissmissal of our craft. Well... yes I do. People think it is easy because we make it easy for them. What's the point of creating something inaccessible? Why would anybody need to have a Post Doctorate in whatever field to understand a comic, a joke or a novel? We turn dozens (if not hundreds) of different concepts that fly through our minds into something understandable to anybody.

I watch Cinema Therapy where both hosts analize the psychology behind stories and characters. It is all in plain sight, we all know that Indiana Jones is resiliant, that Aragorn is a non-toxic man... but do you know how my family reacts when I tell them about any of their videos? "Isn't that reading too much into things? It's just a story, it's fantasy!"

It is a story, it is fantasy... but in order for it to work it has to be grounded in reality. Otherwise no-one would feel a thing for any of them!

And who does the dirty work? We do. We have to come up with real non-existent people so their fantastical escape is a good one. One that will make them forget their worries, one that might break their heart in a thousand pieces but carefully put it back with the warmest and stickyest-sweet glue you can find.

Oh! You know who killed the victim before the detective? That's because we feed you the clues so you can participate too.

Whenever my teammates in college had a "creativity attack" and started shooting ideas for ads, I'd step in to tell them why it would be impossible for us to use them (or at least why they didn't worked at all). They would get angry, of course, so I'd suggest them to do it themselves and what was their answer? "You do it, you are the creative one" So you make up your mind, buddy, either you trust me or not. You cannot have it both ways.

People doesn't realise the power that we hold, they think that we just come up with anything off of thin air. They ignore our investigations, how we observe the world and learn from it. They ignore our minds but get surprised even with the most obvious plot-twist (as it happened to mom, I told her something that was going to happen on her soap opera -so the bar was very low- and when it did happened she was like "how did you know?" I was tempted of answering with a "I'm a writer, I see what they are doing" but I just said "because it was obvious" If I actually tried to explain to her how I came up with that she would've thought that I needed help 😵‍💫). We accumulate knowledge like a dragon hoards gold. Anything is useful, anyone is useful. Don't make us turn you into a villan for our book or movie.

But still... we always get short-handed, stepped on, underappreciated.

We are the weirdos, the ones that live with their heads in the clouds, the "lazy" ones that spend their whole day on the computer "doing nothing" and can't close deals or use brute strenght to do their job. The ones that make up imaginary things hence things that have no value.

We know that it's not true. We know that we deserve better.

We had enough of that.

That's why we strike.

[reno2005]

When did you begin playing Resident Evil?

Why is Leon your favourite?

Top 5 favourote RE and/or Leon facts?

Do you have any headcanons?

It’s kinda long, sorry lol but thanks for reading if you do!

1. An older brother of mine showed me a video of a comedian at a gaming convention and the whole joke was how cartoony kingdom hearts was compared to how hardcore resident evil 4 was.(it was a different time for sure) so I was fascinated with how hard this game seemed.

One day I went to a swap meet with my dad and this man selling used video games had a copy of RE4. At the time I was too nervous to ask to get it since my dad was… not the kindest to put it lightly. Anyways I saved up the money, I begged my dad to go back to the swap meet to get the game, and luckily it was still there.

2. I had gone into RE4 hearing how cool Leon was.(like I said it was a different time, a lot of people on tumblr think he’s cute but back then he was Chad McGee, I still think he is but whatever that’s just me, don’t think I’ll judge anyone for how they see him)It was probably the hardest game I had ever tackled at the time so having gone through everything the game throws at you blew me away. Like, I’d never seen a man jump like 10ft out of a mining cart and climb to safety. I was so blown away in fact I had shown a friend of mine that one scene in particular like it was Jesus walking on water lol

Leon had such cool lines and his look was pretty cool too(as a kid of course I was “discovering” myself and my tastes). Y’know as a kid you see someone you admire a lot and you want to be just like them and him and the game as a whole was an escape from my pretty bleak childhood. If Leon could get through all that and still win and look that cool while doing it I wanted to be as cool as him. I wanted to look like him too, I discovered I was trans without knowing what that was until a friend told me about transitioning years later.

Right afterwards, because I couldn’t get enough of this guy I found out he was in RE2, so I bought that for the psp. Idk about you, but if I had to go through that shit, that licker would have killed me at the beginning.(which it did, a lot lol) I was fascinated with the game and I would start new games just to run around as Leon shooting stuff. It’s why I believe he’s so cool myself. You don’t get RE4 cool Leon without being already a bit cool.

Also a random addition, I think he’s really kind and caring.

In conclusion, he was my childhood hero.

3. I think it’s pretty cool he graduated top of his class and had extraordinary marksmen skills.

Something about him wanting to solve the disappearances in RC tells me he has an observant and critical mind.(which is why I don’t get why people call him dumb? Or maybe I’m just “old” now and don’t “get the joke”)

The “John Wick” thing Leon does is called the Center Axis Relock(CAR) and the cool swish swoosh stuff he does with Krauser is called Kali. We know he knew kali in OG 4 but with the addition of CAR in 4 remake we can assume he learned that back then as well.(which I’m happy about for preferential reasons)

Leon knows several different Martial arts styles. I don’t know the names but I used to watch martial arts movies a lot when I was younger.

From what I remember reading, his outfit in RE2 is a combination of different parts of varying types of police clothing (winter, summer, etc). Which makes sense since he’s trying to cover himself up as much as possible to avoid bites and grabs.

4. I think he’s a coffee guy.

He’s clearly a meat guy. If I saw a rotting cow carcass and thought of cooked juicy meat, I mean lol to add to that I always imagined he’s a decent cook.

I’d like to think he gets his hands on Matilda and then continuously gets it taken away in some form or another. Poor guy can’t even keep his favourite gun.

Maybe at first it was a new thing to him, but I feel he developed a taste for working out.

Not that he doesn’t like other genres, but if he’s a rock fan he has to like classic rock as well. It just makes sense.

I think he’d actually be pretty good with social media,memes, jokes, and etc.

Not that it’s his whole world, but he gives the impression he cares about fashion/his look to some degree.

I think he likes a fun lighthearted challenge just going off of his lines after completing merchant tasks and if he actually canonically stops by the shooting range.

I’m not sure how to word this one, but he seems nervous about rides and such if they’re out of his control. On the minecart and castle seat shortcut he either audibly shows distaste or uncertainty at the experience the ride will give. But on the jet ski he gives a cool reassuring line with no hesitation.

That being said, I do not think he’s bad at driving, steering, etc. but I’d rather not say anything more than that.

[ashiemochi]

pussidon - ACT I | i

✠ Pussidon ↳ sounds like trouble ↳↳ can we eat it?

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

✠ -> next

February 25th, 2011.   Eastern Slavic Republic, Holigrad.

Civil wars were never fun – let’s get that out of the way. Not to mention, bioweapons were involved in this specific one – specifically, Lickers. You’d guess they’d stop getting elements from the demise of Raccoon City, but no. 

Raccoon City was just the start. 

Needing the best of the best in this objective, FOS operator – Ingrid Hunnigan – watched over the DSO agent – Leon Kennedy – through her screen map as he made his way through the roughed-up alleyway. Just outside of it were the military, soldiers and tanks passing on by. From what she can see, they were shooting the rebels just as the rebels were shooting back. 

You know, like it’s some civil war – which it was.

Problem was – the U.S government was pulling out to discuss some new policy in regards to the civil war – which meant even Leon was supposed to be on his flight back by now. 

Hunnigan rang his device, deeply hoping he’d cooperate but knowing his inclination to help others and his understandable loathing towards bioweapons, she knew he’d put up a fight. 

“Moving into position.”

Not even a hi or anything – gotcha.

“Copy.” Hunnigan responded as she zoomed in on his figure from above, “I’ve got a clear view of you from the sky.”

She could see him looking up as if right at her.

“Great.” Leon praised nonchalantly but sarcastically, “Maybe you can help me find a clear route to the CIA drop-off.”

Before Hunnigan could open her mouth, her eyes widened behind her specs when her screen brightened up from some explosion. The call hadn’t dropped off, meaning Leon was still more than okay at a safe distance. 

Hunnigan was in charge of being his support on his mission – as usual – and she had the responsibility to keep him safe for both himself and the government. 

Oh, and his girlfriend back home – that’s one of the main reasons why she needed him to return. 

Leon peeked at the aftermath of the rocket from the tank and then back at Hunnigan, “Looks like they’re doing some serious renovations down here.”

Here goes nothing.

“Listen to me carefully, Leon. Your mission has been aborted,” Hunnigan started, voice firm as she informed him, “The U.S is going to pull out of the country.”

“What? I just got here.” Leon’s brows furrowed in shock, frustration oozing through his tone, “After taking me off furlough and sending me to this god-forsaken place? What the hell?!”

Hunnigan sighed through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment before she continued, “Washington and the government there have decided to go their separate ways so everyone has to leave – not just the embassy staff. All American citizens have been ordered to evacuate the country.”

I think I worded it perfectly – there’s no way he’d refus–

“I don’t give a damn about the politics.” Leon snapped, crushing that small proud voice in her head. 

Why am I not surprised?

“We’ve got confirmation that BOWs are being used in this war. If we don’t stop them now, the same shit will happen everywhere else –” Then he narrowed down his eyes at her, challenging, “Do you really wanna see that?”

“This is a war and things are different.” Hunnigan countered, “No one can do anything without backup from the American government. Not even you.”

Leon's sharp eyes widened for a split moment before the corner of his lip irked up, a glint appearing in his blues, “Well then, I guess my only option is to lose my American citizenship for a while.”

Hunnigan shot forward, “Leon!”

Then the call was dropped, leaving a popup on her screen showing just how long the call had lasted; a minute and twenty-five seconds. Hunnigan stared in surprise at being hung up on then leaned back against her seat with a huff. 

“Unbelievable…” Hunnigan muttered, shaking her head as she glanced at the wall adorned with clocks of all the different timezones. 

It was to keep some sort of respect for all the other agents from numerous countries and not end up calling them in the middle of the night – yet that never seemed to stop the government. Given it was currently close to nighttime in Washington, most agents were out considering it was Friday.

Hunnigan removed her glasses to rub the sore spot on the upper part of her nose bridge, I’m missing out on my show for a man with a brick wall for a brain.

“He didn’t listen?” One of her coworkers came in with two cups of coffee, setting the foam cup on her desk.

“What gave it away?” Hunnigan mumbled, taking the offered hot drink into her hand as she slipped off her headset to set it on the table.

The woman laughed, patting the operator’s back, “That’s Kennedy for ya’. I feel bad for whoever’s going to end up with that stud.”

Hunnigan forced a chuckle, watching as the woman turned around the corner back to her desk. She looked back at her screen as a thought weaselled its way into her head and she opened the lid for the sweet vanilla aroma to take over her senses. A pleased sigh was released from her lips, glancing down at the ground cinnamon on top of the creamy foam.

Cinnamon Dolce Latte.

The idea made itself clear in her head and Hunnigan perked up. If she couldn’t get him back, then she knew someone who would. 

Setting the cup aside after closing the lid back on, Hunnigan put the headset on and scrolled through the contacts on her screen. Finding the soldier she needed, she pressed ‘call’ and heard it ring.

“I hope she isn’t doing something too important.”

✠✠

February 25th, 2011.   Kennedy’s Residence, Washington DC.

An Animal Crossing tune rang from a phone on the art table, instantly catching the artist’s attention. A small pout settled on her plum lips, hating that her art session was interrupted. She tried to ignore it but the call only continued. Sighing out exasperatedly, the hand on her hip slumped down in defeat. The brush clinked lightly when she set it into its cup and made her way to the art desk behind her. 

It was a video call. 

Anxiously, the girl fixed her appearance up through the window walls. She wasn’t wearing anything extravagant; her usual chaotically painted short-sleeved beige shirt and a pair of shorts. She had thin white fancy gloves on specifically made for painting to protect her skin from the powerful chemicals. Her hair was up messily, letting her bangs and sneaky strands fall down to frame her face. 

It’s just Hunnigan – relax.

Finally picking up the call, she smiled as she pushed her glasses up higher, “Hi, Innie – I thought you were out.”

“I should be but Leon’s being Leon.” Hunnigan exhaled tiredly, flashing her a smile, “What are you up to this weekend?”

“Oh, you know, the usual.” The Han girl shrugged, flipping the camera to show her the piece she was working on, “Enjoying the last few days of my week off – the BSAA’s ruthless.”

Hunnigan hummed, impressed with the use of colours, “That looks lovely.”

So Ah blinked at the trailing tone, furrowing her brows as she twisted her phone back to her and she gave her a suspicious look, “Why do I feel like this call isn’t just you checking up on me?”

Hunnigan pressed her lips into a thin line, “Okay, I hate to cut your vacation short but I need you to call Leon and convince him to abort the mission. It’s too dangerous.”

“He’s a big man, Hunnigan. I’m sure he can handle it.” So Ah gave her a knowing look, setting the phone perched up against the brush’s cup before taking out her previous brush and then she stilled, looking back at the woman on the phone. 

“... How dangerous are we talking about?”

✠✠

You know how you’re supposed to run away from a ravaging and destructive creature?

Leon was chasing the licker. 

It can’t be that dangerous, right?

It wasn’t like the agent was going to get knocked out and kidnapped.

… RIGHT?

✠✠

“So Ah, you don’t understand – we were asked to retreat. The US government is pulling out.” Hunnigan pressed on, knowing it wasn’t too hard to convince her.

“And you assumed Leon would listen?” So Ah asked, resuming her brush strokes on the canvas with a subtle in-love smile. 

Hunnigan tilted her head to the side in silent agreement, “Okay – I believe he told you about the BOWs' involvement, right?”

“Mhm.” So Ah hummed, pointing the end of the brush at her phone briefly before dipping the brush into the oil paint, “Which explains why he’s stubborn to leave the mission unfinished.”

Keyboard tapping sounds came from Hunnigan’s end followed by a chime coming from her laptop. So Ah glanced behind her then at Hunnigan with a puzzled look. 

“I just sent you a footage of the bioweapon that was sighted in the capital of the Eastern Slav Republic.”

Begrudgingly, the brush clinked when it was set down and she took her phone with her on the way to her art desk once again. Tapping the file, she clicked on the video she had received. It was taking a while and she frowned at the sight of destroyed buildings and people being crushed beneath them. 

Then a muscley creature skittered on by, raising tiny hairs down her spine. The horror straightened her up as she stared speechlessly as even more of those bioweapons ran past the screen, some leaping with their massive sharp claws. 

“What… The hell is that?” So Ah whispered in shock.

Hunnigan frowned deeply, “They’re called lickers – they’re a bioweapon made to hunt. They’re completely blind but have a heightened sense of hearing and –”

“Can you prepare a flight for me?” So Ah interrupted, closing her laptop and started closing all her paint bottles, setting them in their designated spots. She turned off the lights in her art room and started making her way down the hallway. 

“Right away. It should be good to go by the time you’re here.” Hunnigan looked so utterly relieved, writing in for one of their pilots, “I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” So Ah gave her a small smile, “Leon’s just being Leon – right?”

Hunnigan actually laughed a little, “Yeah.”

✠

“Leon should be in the capital’s market street. The orders are strict to abort the mission completely, even for us FOS operators – so I might not be able to keep in contact as much.”

Holigrad was in ruins. The stores were crashed, windows and glasses shattered and scattered all over the streets similar to the giant boulders of debris. Chills ran down her spine, the cold air usually smelled fresh this late – but the scent of bullets and ashes only made her nostrils sting. 

“It looks so bad, Innie…” So Ah whispered to her device, looking down at Hunnigan worryingly. She was growing antsy. 

“I know. Try to avoid the military as much as you can. Stay safe, So Ah.”

The call ended, leaving the soldier alone with her anxious thoughts. Another shiver ran down her spine and she internally cussed, wishing she brought a jacket along with her. 

A long-sleeved black fitted shirt wasn’t doing much, despite being a turtleneck. It was tucked into her olive-coloured circle skirt with the tactical belt keeping everything tugged in. She also sported her usual thigh highs and combat boots. The weapons she was provided with by the DSO were a powerful handgun and a semi-auto sniper rifle as that was what she was most comfortable with. 

Her birthday was yesterday, having entered her early thirties – thirty-one to be specific. She fully expected it would be filled with hard work and positivity despite her new line of work. It was all to clear her family’s name. The need to meet someone who doesn’t know jack shit about the Hans was immense – at least she won’t be judged by her family status. 

Leon was able to spend the entire day and night with her, spoiling her with anything she had ever wanted. Even though she tried to convince him that she just wants some time with him, Leon still took her around the city. Guess that was why she was a thousand miles away from home – she was going to try and convince him again. 

His gift to her was quality time, brand new paint, and a handcrafted tactical combat dagger. The handle was black with the texture being easier to hold and not slip. Along the side of it was a line of a beautiful deep green marble engraved into the handle, not to mention Han So Ah etched into it.

The blade was professionally made and she truly wondered just how much it cost him to get it done. 

Oh, yeah, and mindblowing sex when they got home.

Said dagger stayed hidden in its cover under her skirt, tucked into the belt around her thigh. 

“EVERYONE, EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. THE OPERATION BEGINS AT 2000 HOURS.”

With haste feet, So Ah made her way down the road with her pistol in hand. The sound of heavy footsteps followed by a low rumble of a military tank urged her to dip down the road leading to a somewhat of an underground parking lot. It seemed like a better idea to go through the city underground. 

“Too dark…” She whispered to herself, taking out her flashlight and keeping it up under her pistol as she observed the parking garage from her position. 

She wasn’t going to lie – it looked fucking terrifying. 

“You got this, Soo…”

In her mother tongue, the little pep talk seemed to calm her down a bit but hushed commotion echoed inside. Instantly, the image of those lickers appeared in her head, making her freeze on her spot again.

Nope, I’m gonna die tonight.

Yeah, she did try calling Leon, thinking he’d pick up when it’s her but his device was shut off. Hunnigan was currently no help because of her orders. So Ah whined a bit, hating the anxiety rushing through her veins. 

Her missions were team-based, meaning she was recruited with other trained soldiers. She never had a solo mission before. Not like Leon. 

“What are you doing here?”

Wait, was that –

“If they attack the capital, it’ll make my job a lot easier. That’s all.”

Hold your fucking horses, there’s no way that’s –

Without even thinking about it, So Ah ran towards the source of the familiar voices. She halted when she saw her loving – stubborn as shit – boyfriend of four years and the mercenary in red. They were aiming at one another but there was clearly no intention in actually pulling the trigger.

“Leon!” So Ah uttered, lowering her aim when they looked at her and Leon’s eyes widened when he saw her. 

“So Ah?” Leon asked, dropping his aim and he furrowed his brows at her, “What are you doing here?”

Her breathings were on the heavy side from the relief and she glanced at Ada, finding her coy smile widening. 

“Well, well, wherever Leon goes, a Han is always nearby, hm?” Ada commented, earning a side look from the agent.

It clicked in Leon’s head when he picked up on his girlfriend’s subtle lost but relieved look. He shook his head in disbelief, eyes lowering in expected disappointment. 

“She really contacted you to get me to fall back, huh?” Leon scoffed, raising a brow at his lover. 

So Ah pressed her lips in a thin line momentarily, “... Maybe.”

A faint laugh came from Ada, arm dropping in amusement as she gave Leon a knowing look, “That’s all the proof you need to put a ring on that finger.”

“Huh?” So Ah hummed, confused as hell as Leon only looked as if he was caught red-handed, “What does that mean?”

“Oh, you’re always the naive one, aren’t you?” Ada teased, flashing her a quick wink, “Suits you.”

Then she raised her Hookshot up high, pulling the trigger and the hook flew through the massive opening above. The hook clung onto one of the broken pipes and she released the trigger, allowing her body to be pulled up. 

“Quick word of warning, this town will be purged soon!”

That was a quick word of warning. 

Slowly, So Ah made her way towards Leon and stood next to him as she kept her eyes up to where the mercenary had just left. Not wanting to jump to conclusions and embarrass herself, she chose not to mention the ring.

“She’s one confusing woman.” So Ah commented instead, earning a huff from Leon. 

“Uhuh.”

She watched him as he rechecked his rifle, feeling like she did something wrong. 

Leon had grown so much in the past six years – the “job” sucking the life out of him with each mission yet he never seemed to stop. He still accepted any mission that included BOWs, having vowed to scrub the virus off the face of the Earth. 

She somehow knew there was no need to convince him otherwise. 

“So,” Leon broke the silence once he was done, turning to face her with an expected look, “Are you really going to be trying to take me back?”

“If I said yeah, would you?” So Ah returned the question.

“Not really.” Leon shook his head with a huff, a thin smile on his lips before it dropped as he held her arm gently. 

His voice dropped to a murmur, trying to convince her and his hand trailed down to hers, “Buttercup, you’ve seen the files – you know how bad this is.”

Like Hunnigan had mentioned, So Ah doesn’t really need much convincing when it came to Leon. She clearly should’ve thought this through and not sent his own lover to pick him up. Despite his hand being gloved completely, she could still feel the tickling surges of love emitting through them. 

Hunnigan was going to resent her for this. 

Defeatedly, she released a sigh, unknowingly receiving a glad glint from her man. 

“... At least let me come with you.”