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Okada: "I don't want to cry"
Also Okada: *immediately starts to cry*
Bonus: President Tana, hanging onto his composure by a thread
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#RISE AND SHINE TAKIISHI CHIKA NATION#I AM HERE TO FEED Y'ALL !#✧* ꜝ takiishi chika#✧* ꜝ wind breaker#wind breaker manga#wind breaker x reader#takiishi chika x reader#takiishi chika#takiishi#takiishi x reader#wind breaker#windbreaker x reader#windbreaker satoru nii#TAKIISHI CHIKA IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE#DOING CHIKA CONTENT FOR THE FUTURE LOVERS#no need to thank me#im obsessed with this man#actually he is my new personality trait for a month now#for the 18 soon to be 19 years that im single i have to love something#I LOVE PIXELS GODDAMNIT#I EVEN HAVE PLAYLIST FOR TAKIISHI#movin comin lovin yeah yeah#i want you to be mine#want you to be my#takiishi with rude boy by the queen and be mine by my other man jimin#HEAVEN IM TELLING YA#AND LADY GAGA'S MONSTER#THAT BOY IS A MONSTER ER ER ER
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saw u post something like ‘leon breeder balls’ and i let out the ugliest laugh 😭💀
but like…. I AGREE SO MUCH. mmmmm thinking about pent up leon after a mission and all he wants to do is just unload everything from his breeder balls and into ur needy pussy :(( OR maybe one night ur silly self asked him if u could hold his balls but then u start to gently massage it and it just makes him hard bc he loves it when u touch him… i am going insane over this fuckin pixel help me
SO FUCKING REAL ITS REAL. i believe this one is gonna be on a bit of the longer side, i love him.. a lot. also very fluffy smuts kinda short i’m sowwies.. it’s just pure longing.. sorry i went all out.
after a few grueling days of uncertainty, your boyfriend finally bids you a bountiful hello once he walks through the door. there were always downsides of being so closely acquainted with leon s. kennedy. the several days he’s m.i.a on a mission and you don’t even fucking know if he’s alive kind of downsides and the jesus fucking christ this motherfucker is so damn needy downside.
the moment he walked into that very door of your shared abode, you could just sense the tenseness plaguing the usually easy to breathe in environment of the place. he was dirty, face covered in ash as well as dirt and mud, it was like he was rolling around in a pigs pin the entirety he was in spain. but, those things didn’t come directly out of your mouth, especially not if he’s practically running across the living space to smother you in his arms. “leon—“ you were cut off with his nose nuzzling through the parts of your hair, choosing to bite your tongue as you could tell he was reveling in this moment.
he didn’t want to talk, he just wanted to touch. no spot was neglected kind of touch. you relished in the presence of normalcy as you melted in his embrace, opting to bury your face into his chest as you both sat there, touching. several people were killed for him to be there, and boy was it so fucking worth it. you mustered up enough courage to break the silence, noticing the absence of his sheepskin bomber jacket, expensively crafted with tough leather. it looked perfect on him, at least you thought so.
“forgot something?” you muffled against his hold, you could feel his body respond to your voice somehow as he slowly separated himself from you, it seemed almost impossible. he let out a low chuckle, sucking in a breath before pressing a thumb against your cheek. “can’t say that i didn’t, hadn’t seen that jacket in ages..” he grinned through his admission, visibly bashful. he stared down at you grumpily, pouting like a child just cause you just had to speak up and make him let go of you. you cocked a brow at his direction and he defeatedly averted his gaze. you snickered, advancing farther into both of your’s home to fetch a washcloth, thoroughly wetting it in the kitchen sink before turning back to him.
he followed you, like a dog. who knew that he could become domesticated by a woman. ever since the events of raccoon city, things haven’t been in his favor when it came to his love life, meeting you was like encountering a saint personified into a woman. you motioned for him to sit but he didn’t budge, dumbly standing behind you, practically looming over you ominously. you rolled your eyes, irritated before you directed your attention back towards him like he wanted so badly. “yeees?~” you dragged on, shifting your weight onto your left leg before placing your hand on your hip. “not movin’ till you actually say hello to me, i know you missed me..” he replied, training his eyes onto your lips—he must’ve forgotten how kissable they were. you tutted, shaking your head as he smoothed a hand through his unkept hair. “i missed you baby, you know that.. now please take a seat, i’m trying to help you out here.” you sighed out, observing as he sat down, adjusting in his seat to get comfortable.
you couldn’t help but notice how worn he looked. eyes heavy, the skin barrier of his lips violated by the relentless gnawing at it. he made note of you studying his face, growing a bit insecure, not wanting you to stare and eventually notice something that made you want to leave. “i know, i’m all beat up but at least i’m home, yeah?” he alleviates your concern, your brows furrowing up as you felt your stomach finally settle after the constant churning in it. “i’m glad you’re home, leon… i’ll take care of you. you know i will.” you reminded him, beginning to wipe away the grime from his face, countless hours of slaughter. the rag was covered in filth and dried blood, it told a story. one of courage, you knew his job absolutely was not for the faint of heart. you watched as it took its toll on even him. you noticed a scar cleverly sliced across his left cheek, tracing your fingertips over it.
he flinched. eyes darting towards you as you watched his pupils dilate instinctively. your breath wavered, like a flame of a candle threatened by the harsh winds of a storm. his body was taut, breath laboring as he sat there, attempting to calibrate himself within the comfort of his own home. he grabbed at your hand, pressing it firmly against his cheek with earnest, welcoming your sweet contact as your the two of your’s warmth became adjoin. he missed this, he missed you. each lasting moment he spends with you, it makes it even more difficult to depart from you once he had to be deployed on a mission. he was starved of your attention, and he craved it. he yearned for your acknowledgment, he’d give just about anything for it, intangible or not, he’ll find a fucking way. he leaned into your touch, tranquility washing over him.
“handsome..” you gave his cheek a tender yet reassuring tug, watching a smile stretch across his face. “i hardly recognized you with all that muck on your fa— mh?!” lips eagerly collided with your own, grasping your wrists, guiding them to his neck where he demanded for them to be rested at, old habits die hard. he slipped his tongue past the gates that were your lips, tongue delving into your mouth, as he hoisted you up, allowing your legs to inevitably lock around his waist. he pulled away briefly, only to witness your dazed expression, lips plump and lathered in his saliva. his lips moved feverishly along your neck, adorning it with chaste kisses, ironic to how you two stood with one another.
you let out a strained moan, nimble fingers finding the back of his head, your fingers lacing within the hair present, grabbing at it arbitrarily. his kisses bruised your skin like a vulture tearing at a corpse as it sprawled out motionlessly on the pavement, accepting the inevitability of its fate. he pushed passed the door that lead to your bedroom, left vacant and untouched by him for several hours. it beckoned him with the sounds of floorboards creaking beneath his feet as he staggered heavily through the room, your body flushed against his chest.
he glanced down at his side of the bed, unmade with his clothes discarded carelessly underneath the covers. you refused to sleep elsewhere, finding solace within the sheets as they laid inanimately beneath you as you brooded underneath the light of the moon at nights, even as the sun shone through the curtains. they smelt of him, the textiles smelt of him, not permitting you to ever forget it. he tossed you gently onto the bed as your body clashed against the softness of the foamy mattress, bedding engulfing you, leaving you to carefully watch as leon began taking off his shirt, revealing that very body you spent countless nights musing upon. he assisted you with your own top, discarding of it somewhere you’d probably discover it at days later.
“missed this body.. missed the way it felt in my hands.” he averred, approaching where you laid in an almost predatory gesture. “say you’ll let me take you, baby, please..” he pleaded, thumbing at the waistband of your bottoms. you nodded, further encouraging his downright impulsive behavior. he incapsulated your lips in a kiss backed with passion as he fiddled with his belt, the clanking of the buckle sounding in the confines of your bedroom. he made quick work of it before tugging down his pants, ushering your body to rest against the pillows as he crawled between your legs. he broke the kiss, a string of saliva keeping your lips tethered together. “beautiful,” he echoed you from earlier, eyeing your bra and overall disheveled aesthetic. “shit, did i do that?” he remarks, huffing out a breath, a foxy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
he watched as you fumbled with your pants, swatting your hands away, he shook his head with disapproval, unsatisfied with the idea of you doing any of the work. “god, already tasking yourself with more work? let me, i’ll forever be indebted to you.” he assured, sliding your pants down the fat of your thighs and ultimately the entirety of your legs. he folded them with care beside you, turning his attention to your panties. he hummed, endorsing the presence of your arousal seeping through. “looks like i’m not the only one who’s needed this, huh?” he commented snidely, watching you puff out a breath impatiently.
“hey, hey.. i’m right here,” he cooed, working at your panties as he removed those as well, leaving you bare and ready for what’s to come. he allowed his boxers to pool around his ankles as he pulled you by your hips towards him, closing the gap between you two. he wasted no time as he pushed into you, your pussy greedily claiming the base of his cock, coating it with your fluids. he groaned as he thrusted his head back, gritting his teeth. you whimpered, adjusting to him as he slowly but surely bottomed out inside you. “gonna start movin, mkay? i hear you, baby, i know..” he soothed the ache inside you without fail, staying true to his words as he commenced. the sounds of skin slapping lewdly filled the room, his arm stretching out to grip onto the headboard as he looked down at his cock splitting you open in smitten. you craned your neck to the side, drinking up everything he offered you.
he wasn’t having that, cradling your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, turning your head towards direction. “look at me, wanna see that gorgeous face of yours. feels good, hm? i know, hon…” he fawned over you, disgustingly enamored. he picked up the pace as sweat collected along his brow line. not only did he miss this he needed it. badly. to relinquish his self restraint, for it to topple over on top of you. “missed you s’much, leon.. missed you—hh’missed you..” you babbled on, eyes involuntarily rolling into the back of your head as he slammed his hips against your own. in a fleeting moment, you were one with bliss.
with each thrust, he reminded you of how much he loved you. with each thrust, he drilled it into your skull of how much he yearned for you. “fuck, i wanna cum inside you… wanna give myself a reason not to even think of leaving your side again—mmfh!~” he grunted manically, his hips jerked and convulsed as he embellished the sight, the utter beauty of you beneath him. your bodies moved in a frenzied tandem, your limbs tangling together as he approached sheer ecstasy. “pussy feels so good, ‘t’s so warm.. fuck, don’t stop..” he says mindlessly, as if he wasn’t the one rocking his hips against the flesh of your ass. with one pitched whine, he spilled himself inside you, crushing your face into his chest, heaving as he collected the stray strands of your hair, tucking them behind your hair.
he pressed a kiss to your forehead, panting with purpose. “take me one more time, promise ‘ll take care of you.. always.” he stilled his hips inside you, plugging you up, ensuring that nothing will slip out. the night was still young, and your boyfriend was just getting started. he breathed out a hushed confession of love before sitting upright, slinging both of your legs over his shoulders in a routinely fashion.
#HWNDLALELTMYMR#SORRU WVERYONE I DIED WRITING THIS#there’s more story than smut here actually! sorry for that#lonely night today..#leon kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#resident evil#resident evil smut#resident evil x reader#resident evil x you#resident evil 4#cweampier
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SCRAP BOOK I - In Progress
I'm making a very small, free game where you're hiking through the mountains in a snow storm.
Trying to spend as little time on it as possible; it may just be done on time for Christmas!
(btw, all art in this is made with Game Maker's so-so pixel art editor, that's how fast I'm movin'!)
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Movin' on up
I am now the proud owner of an iPhone 15 Plus. Dang thing is huge, bought it sight unseen. Still fits in my pocket, so I'm OK there.
My 4-yr old Xs was starting its old suicidal screen shenanigans again, and the battery was shot, so I made the move to upgrade vs. updating.
Swapping the data over was relatively painless, but I question why Apple sends a USB-C to USB-C cable when the whole world mostly has USB-C to USB-3A if they have any Cs at all.
I've been an Apple man since the 3G with one quick side-trip to a Pixel, but the battery life of that was deplorable. And all my family has Facetime, so...
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hello! while i was looking at blaseball stuff, i came across the documents for your oc constitution. i wanted to tell you that i had a lot of fun looking through it !!! i found the mixed media elements ( like the social media posts n stuff ) really creative and nice. the only thing i wonder is ... an object camp is like a roleplaying group, right? how do you. find? object camps
i know that for some roleplaying communities, there are hubs where people post ads for their campaigns. do you know if theres a centralized community like that for object shows? i want to try making object characters of my own but i do Not know how to get into this sorry
howdy! first of all, thank you so much for checking out constitution! i had so much fun making entries for it and it absolutely touches my heart to hear someone enjoyin readin that stuff.
as for what an object camp is, it's not a roleplaying group! like. object roleplaying groups exist, i'm sure, but an object camp is very specifically a competition in which all those social media posts n written segments are entries, written for specific challenges, finished by a specific challenge, and done to be able to win advantages that allow you to stay in the competition. it's more like survivor/total drama than a roleplay, because while you're storytelling you're also voting out your fellow contestants and making alliances and playing tokens!
if that still sounds up your alley... while i'm sure there's centralized locations for object shows, that's not really where i go to find camps. i just find them through word of mouth! there's a gorgeous little tight-knit community that's part of the much larger Greater Object Community, and that's where i call home. after being invited by my friends to join one camp (the wiki camp 2), i found camp gnc 2 and other wonderful object camps through clicking on links in the ad channels and my friends telling me what they were signing up for. so you'll need one in signups to start.
fortunately... my dear friend of @ecto-hazard has one in signups right now! it's called lab camp and signups are open for like two more days so if you wanna get a character in, or just spectate one before you try one out for yourself, join there if you're 18+! (a lotta these camps are for adults, not because they're nsfw but just because it's a way of curating the space.) if you can't come up with a character before the deadline, it's still a great way to see what other people are submitting and ask them how they come up with object characters while they're fresh in everyone's memory. and it'll be a great place to meet people who might go on to host the next great object camp themself! (i'm working on one...)
finally, as for making object characters of your own, you can just do that! my little thing Stray Pixel (strixel) existed for a whole year as "object character i thought would be a fun concept" before i applied it for a camp. and then it didn't get in, and i applied it for another (blaseball-themed) camp and got in! omg you should totally join the RIV server too since you're like me- an object fan and a blaseball fan. you'll definitely meet like-minded people there. (this one's 15+!)
whether you join these or not, i'll be sure to post updates n stuff on camps i find that are public and things that get me excited. and i'm happy to answer any more questions u have about object camps or the community! i'm literally movin across the country because of someone i met in an object camp. these things rock. theyre such a great unique way to storytell on a deadline (good for adhd). i hope you either find a great camp or just have a lot of fun making object characters. and when you do, please tell me about 'em! making object characters ROCKS. any of my awesome friends or anyone else who's cool, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE show off your awesome objects, whether or not they're applied to somethin. i dont wanna say "reblog this" but like i think you cant put images in the replies... so... one way or another show anon (and me!) ur object ocs i am Begging
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ugh, i can't wait until i get my new phone. the newer cameras are so cool!! i can't wait to play with all the fun little features n not have hella pixelated gifs. movin' into a new hoe era c:
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Yo, Mike Bragg in the game, takin’ over the scene, Hijacked Super Mario, turned pixel machine. Jumped through the screen, now he’s stuck in the code, From the real world to Mushroom Road.
Thought he’d be the boss, but now he’s just a tool, Mario’s ridin’ on him, breakin’ every rule. Bragg tried to flex, thought he’d steal the show, Now he’s carryin’ Goombas, movin’ bricks below.
Mike Bragg, now a platform, gettin’ stepped on, Mario’s grindin’, Bragg's just hangin’ on. No more deals, no more sales on the floor, Now he’s pushin' blocks, openin' doors.
Used to hustle cars, now he’s part of the game, Jumpin’ when they hit him, pixelated fame. Bowser’s laughin’, Bragg’s tryna break free, But the only thing he moves is Luigi’s feet.
He was top dog, now he’s low on the map, A tool in the system, no more talkin’ back. So next time you play, and you see that block flash, That’s Mike Bragg stuck in Super Mario’s stash.
He hijacked the game, but it turned around fast, Now he’s used for the levels, a tool built to last. Bragg thought he’d rise, but now he’s just bait— In the world of Mario, there’s no escape.
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Hiromu-chan vs the Dinosaur
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Naito's impressed "What the hell, man?!" face when Slyly manages to hop the ropes
This is nothing like when he tried to train that poor Lawson fried chicken mascot
#Tetsuya Naito#Yota Tsuji#Shingo Takagi#Hiromu Takahashi#BUSHI#Naitoglycerin#Tsujnami#Hirooooooohmygod#The Mighty BUSHI#Rasslin'#Movin' Pixels
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Listen World makes for terrible gif material nowadays, but I felt it was important to document the confused but delighted reactions of the rest of LIJ, as Naito panders in Hiroshima like only Naito can; by introducing Slyly, the Hiroshima Carp equivalent of the Capitol City Goofball
Note Hiromu's immediate attempts at primitive communication with their new be'snooted, fuzzy brethren.
#Hiromu Takahashi#Shingo Takagi#Tetsuya Naito#Yota Tsuji#BUSHI#Hirooooooohmygod#Naitoglycerin#Tsujnami#The Mighty BUSHI#Rassln'#Movin' Pixels
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Huge Tsuj makes me wonder, for the first time since his return, if maybe he wouldn't have been better suited as a CHAOS boy, after all
#Yota Tsuji#Tsujnami#Rasslin'#Movin' Pixels#doesn't even attempt to save his dignity just collapses wholeheartedly#I love him so much
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Oh, Bath Products Spokesman Tana, it's been a while.
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"I believe you forgot...your super special team shirt!"
(important note: Ishimori was on comm laughing like a mean girl about this)
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"No chairs! No chairs!"
"WHAT ARE YOU, A COP?!"
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Just Milano, assuring everyone that Tana isn't sprawled on his back because he's tired, while the crowd claps buff Tinkerbell back to life
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