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POV: THINKING INDO VS INDO

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Fate - spin, measure, cut

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🌙 Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Based on a request by @bat-yo-us 🫶🏻

《Content》: blood, injury, big feelings, Saddler being ew

After a sick twist of Fate, you're tossed into a nightmarish situation with your lover. Vows of protection and safety fall short when you're injured just to save his life.

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A dull, pounding ache sat deep in your bones as you dragged your body further down the path of this hellhole.

You were exhausted, littered in bruises and cuts, and your head was starting to spin from the lack of hydration.

The mission was clear; rescue Baby Eagle and then get out of there as quickly as possible.

Neither you nor Leon had anticipated this to become a matter of days where you'd fight for your life and run from literal nightmares.

The Fates were cruel mistresses, and apparently, they took joy in making you suffer as Ashley was continuously ripped away from right under your nose.

You found her admirable and strong, handling this situation better than you did.

Maybe it was the adrenaline and the survival instinct that kept her going. Whatever it was, you needed a whole dose of it.

You were a medic officer, only sent to take care of any of Ashley's potential injuries on the flight back, not run from Infected, giants, and mutated assholes that wouldn't shut up about their God.

Leon, on the other hand, treated it like just another Tuesday, something that both impressed you and pissed you off beyond belief.

You knew what he'd seen and that this probably was just another Tuesday for him, something that never failed to make your heart ache for him.

But now, under the circumstances, you were forced to pick up a weapon.

You needed to protect yourself. Leon couldn't keep both you and Ashley safe, and no matter how harsh it sounded, she was the important one.

A faint feeling of safety returned when you took the elevator deep into the castle, reaching the Merchant's shooting range.

You slid down the wall and sat on the floor, a sigh of relief slipping past your lips while Leon practiced his aim on the wooden pirates.

You watched him closely, his concentrated expression and slightly narrowed eyes, down to his stance and how the muscles flexed in his bicep.

Maybe you could've enjoyed the sight if your doom wasn't hot on your tail.

It was like the Moirai were watching from above, Atropos sharpening her scissors with a sinister smile while Lachesis measured the string that was your life only to end it in a second whenever they pleased.

The weight of it all lay heavy on your shoulders, a feeling of dread that's been in the pit of your stomach since the beginning, only sinking deeper into your insides.

"It's your turn. Come on." Leon said, holding out his gloved hand to you.

You snapped out of your thoughts with a small 'huh?', your brain needing a second to catch up. He saw the distant and glazed over look in your eyes, and to say it didn't worry him would be a lie.

You weren't made for this.

Hell, neither was he (was anyone?), but he learned to deal with it. But you weren't supposed to see this.

Your job was saving lives, nursing them back to health with a comforting, almost matronly smile on your lips, not take them, no matter how lost or corrupt.

His heart cracked.

He became an Agent to protect innocent people from nightmares like this, yet here you were, the most important aspect of his life, the one that delicately held his heart, subjected to all the horror he tried to shield you from.

"I'll teach you how to use a gun without hurting yourself and to really hurt someone else." He smirked, although it didn't reach his eyes.

You only managed a pathetic laugh but took his hand anyway. Leon pulled you off the ground and led you to the correct position at the shooting range, angling your stance with his hands on your hips.

The simple touch made you want to melt into his arms and forget everything you'd witnessed the last few days.

"Alright," he sighed, his chest pressed to your back while he shoved one of his guns into your hands, "hold it like this, you don't want to hurt your fingers. Now, tighten your muscles, lock your elbows and don't forget about the recoil. And aim, obviously." Leon huffed a half-hearted laugh.

You mumbled a quick affirmation and exhaled, steadying your hands before locking your eyes on the wooden pirate and pulling the trigger.

The sound, along with the recoil, made you flinch. Pain shot from your wrists up to your shoulders. Out of instinct, you dropped the gun and rubbed at your sore hands.

"Jesus Christ.." you muttered.

"It's pretty hefty. Are you alright?" Leon asked softly, a comforting hand resting on your back.

"Yeah, it just caught me off guard." You chuckled awkwardly, swallowing thickly.

"No worries. Let's try again." He gave you a small smile and gently placed the weapon back into your hands.

You felt a tense feeling crawl up your spine, a feeling that often led you to being overstimulated, hoping the world would just go quiet for a moment.

You tried again anyway, pushing down any discomfort that bubbled up. Leon was breathing down your neck. He was caging you in and mumbling corrections and tips into your ear.

Those things were usually very welcome, but right now, they were driving you up the wall.

The gunshot was too loud, the recoil made the marrow in your bones shake, and all of his touches were only cutting more at the thin string of your sanity.

Your bullets kept missing, whizzing past the wooden decals as they mockingly stared you in the face.

The frustration was unbearable as you gritted your teeth. You aimed at their faces very clearly.

How come you still hadn't hit a single shot?

Leon sighed, tugging at your arms to bring them in a better position.

A position that didn't help at all.

"No- not like that. I already told you, you need to-"

"No, stop!" You snapped, flinging the gun out of your hands and shoving him off of you.

"I can't- I don't want to do this. Any of this!" You said loudly, your arms moving as you spoke while Leon only stared at you in mild shock.

"It's okay, everyone misses, you'll get it eventually. You just need to try again." He tried to encourage you with a lopsided smile but it only fueled the raging fire.

"I don't want to try again! It's not happening, okay?! This isn't my job, I wasn't trained for this- you were! The only thing I was supposed to do was make sure Ashley, and you, were okay on the flight back home. And now, I'm stuck in a literal nightmare where even the fucking dogs want to eat me and I can't catch a break!" You yelled, tears welling in your eyes as all of your emotions spilled out of you.

"Not to mention that I already feel useless as it is, and you feel the need to drill me like-like I'm some stupid soldier, telling me all the things I'm doing wrong as if I don't know them myself!" You heaved, angrily wiping at the tears that managed to fall from your lashline.

Leon watched with a frown as everything unraveled and you fell apart at the seams.

"I... I hate this. I don't want to keep running and fighting only to keep falling on my ass. I wasn't made for this! If it wasn't for you, I would've given up already and I'd be dead." You spit the words his way and he couldn't tell if it was an accusation or not.

"I'm tired and hungry and disgusting and scared and.... I just want to go home." You didn't stop the sob that ripped from your chest as it all came down, the horrors of the last few days fresh in your mind.

You hated the dirt and blood that was caked under your fingernails. You hated how you reeked of sweat and guts. You hated how your throat felt dry and your stomach twisted in hunger.

And right now, you hated him, too. You hated how resilient he was, how he managed to pull through even when there was no easy way out.

Perhaps it was jealousy that you couldn't be like that. The thought only made you cry harder because it wasn't true. You didn't hate Leon, not at all.

You loved him. You loved him so much that it hurt sometimes, but the world was a cruel place that somehow managed to pit you against him.

Leon looked helpless and stunned as you wailed, screaming your throat sore. These days would change your life forever, and only for the worst.

He could feel an uncomfortable pull in his chest, and he swallowed thickly, his head hanging low.

With each heart-shattering cry, you could feel the exhaustion take over as all your strength you had left was drained.

Leon felt ashamed, in a sense, that he hadn't taken care of you better.

You were right.

You were never supposed to be here, to see and live through any of this.

He had made the mistake of thinking your mind was like his, that you were like him.

But you weren't, and that's why he loved you.

You were the moon in his pitch-black night, giving him your sacred light to guide him to safety.

You were the sun that filled his days with joy, making the flowers bloom as your warmth tickled his skin.

You were the stars that would keep him company on a lonely evening, sparkling with love as he wondered what fascinating tales could be behind them.

You were his everything, and he had failed you.

Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, delicately cupping the back of your head as he held you against his chest.

All you could do was weep into his shirt, trusting him to catch you if your knees were to give out.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled into the crown of your head, following it with a soft kiss.

His lips moved to your forehead, gently holding your face. Your sobs had quieted down to sniffles, gasps for air and soft cries as he wiped the tears from your cheeks and the snot from your nose.

Your arms were tightly wound around his middle.

"I'm sorry for not protecting you better. I'm sorry for thinking you were like me. Ashley might be important to the government, but you're important to me. And I will make sure we get home. I promise you I'll keep you safe." He spoke softly, gently stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.

You sniffled at his heartfelt words and and rested your forehead against his sternum.

"Thank you. Thank you for being you. Even if you're reckless and care way too much about others and it makes me want to lovingly kick your ass." You giggled wetly, followed by yet another sniffle as you wiped at your nose.

Leon huffed laugh, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Thank you for allowing me to be the way I am." He responded gently, wrapping you up in his arms once again as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You sunk into his embrace, a soft sigh slipping past your lips.

"I love you." You mumbled into his chest.

"I love you more."

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Your face dropped when Saddler twisted and contorted, limbs breaking while new, insectoid ones sprouted from odd parts of his body.

You watched in horror as he turned into a grotesque mutation of legs and eyes. You thought it was over. A foolish thing to think on your part. You should've expected this. After Méndez, and Ramón. Bile rose in your throat at the sight.

No matter how horrifying this was, his salvation didn't help him in the looks department.

You watched, heart pounding, as Leon threw himself into the thick of it, literally.

You stood back at a distance, doing your best to help him out with your mediocre shots. You managed to hit what you assumed was his knee now sporting a sickly looking eye.

His leg buckled and a scream ripped from his chest.

The fear that rushed through you when Saddler, or what was left of him, stared right at you with his disgusting eye was something you never wished to feel again.

The look was bone-chilling, your breath catching in your throat as you came face to face with the abyss that was the black pupil of his eyeball. Suddenly, you snapped back with a gasp, and your instincts kicked in.

You ran like you've never run before, your boots a heavy sound against the metal grate beneath your feet while your muscles burned.

From the corner of your vision, you could spot Leon with a determined scowl on his face while he continued to fill Saddler with mag after mag, hoping the lead would seep deep into his bones. Your lungs hurt as you sprinted away from Saddler.

You gulped heaves of air, hoping to get more oxygen to your muscles. Your one mistake, however, was slightly turning your head to look how far he was behind you.

He was hot on your tail, moving in an uncanny manner.

Like a broken toy, the mechanism jumbled.

One of his insectoid limbs hurled your way, your eyes widened, and in the split of a second, you threw yourself to a lower platform to evade his attempt on your life.

The air was knocked from you and pain shot up your nerves as you harshly hit the metal. You groaned and rolled onto your back, holding your side that would surely bloom in shades of blue and purple come morning.

If the morning ever came.

Leon's head snapped towards the noise and a bellowing call of your name made you turn to look at him. As best as you could, anyway.

He fed Saddler a few more bullets until he was stunned, collapsed in on himself while he spat illegible curses Leon's way, before running in your direction. You'd managed to get yourself to sit up but your gun was knocked out of your hand when you landed on the grate.

The ground shook beneath you as Leon jumped to your level, the steel bending under his weight.

He was beside you in an instant, pulling you up with a steady hand on your back.

"Are you okay?" He heaved, a worried crease between his brows.

Breathing hurt, you'd surely cracked a rib or two if they weren't broken.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good..." You forced out with a very unconvincing smile.

He gave you a sharp nod.

"Stay behind me-"

"WATCH OUT!" You yelled, watching in horror as Saddler came at the both of you with one of his pointy legs.

It was headed right for Leon, a fatal blow if you didn't act now. With only one thing on your mind, you smashed into him, pushing him out of the way as he fell with a grunt, the cling of metal echoing through the heavy air.

You had no time to get away yourself, so you were the victim of Saddler's attack as the spiny point of his limb pierced your abdomen.

It was a hot and agonizing pain as you sacked to your knees with a blood curdling scream. A raw and desperate scream erupted from Leon's chest as he watched the horror unfold in front of him.

His worst nightmare was now realer than it ever was in any of his dreams.

Everything became blurry as you desperately tried to stop your blood from spilling out of you. The crimson liquid spilled between your fingers.

You could barely make out Leon's silhouette as he heaved himself off the ground to reach you, only to be flung across the platforms by Saddler until he hit one of the metal railings with an unsettling noise.

It was like your head was wrapped in cotton, all sounds muffled as you tried to keep your eyes open.

Your breathing became shallow, and your fingertips felt cold as they slowly numbed. You could make out Saddler's taunting remarks and a kneeling Leon that had a rage in his eyes like you've never seen it before.

Your consciousness was slipping away from you, a hand still firmly pressed to the wound on your stomach even as your remaining strength was fading away.

You blinked away salty tears from your burning vision, touching your wet cheek only to leave behind a red stain.

"Leon.." You breathed out before your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and your arms fell slack to your side.

Leon's eyes burned with tears as he watched your form go limp, a sharp tug in his chest. With a newfound determination, he picked himself up, tightly gripping Saddler's staff before driving it into his large eye with a chilling scream, watching as all the grotesque lies spilled from him.

"So much for your salvation." He spat bitterly, burying one of his throwing knives right in the middle of Saddler's forehead for good measure.

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The next thing you knew you were envolped by a comforting warmth, strong arms holding you like so many times before, muffled promised whispered into your ear, the delicate stroke of a calloused thumb on your cheek and chapped lips pressed tenderly to your temple.

Your vision was dark still, only a faint string of consciousness making you aware enough to pick up on the familiar sound of helicopter blades.

Relief settled in your bones.

You'd done it. Well, Leon had, really.

Ashley was safe, Leon was safe, Saddler was gone. That was all that mattered. Your part was done.

You'd leave it to the Moirai whether to cut your string or to deem you worthy enough so Clotho would keep spinning it.

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Leon was a mess.

Red, bloodshot eyes with dark circles beneath them as he sat by your side tightly grasping your hand in his.

He hadn't slept in days, keeping himself awake with unhealthy amounts of shitty hospital coffee.

The only time he'd gone home- your shared home- was to shower and get a few things for you. And that only happened because Hunnigan was stubborn and persistent.

You looked so peaceful, a soft expression on your face as you took shallow breaths. You had all kinds of wires and tubes connecting you to various machines, but at least you could breathe on your own.

You were lucky, really, the surgeons had said the blow narrowly missed your spine. You were alive. You were stable, and the doctors were positive you'd make a full recovery.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that this had happened on his watch. He had promised to keep you safe, to protect you, and he'd failed once again.

The moment he saw you laying there limp, blood gushing from your abdomen, it felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. That image would play in his mind over and over again until he died.

Leon sniffled and wiped a stray tear from his lashline, his thumb caressing your knuckles.

He didn't want to think of that horrible moment, but it was like that was all he could see when he looked at you. Your beautiful and angelic face now tainted with a horrific memory.

His hand found your cheek, cupping it gently.

"You're so stupid. So, so stupid. But if you wouldn't have been, I guess that would be me right now." He chuckled sadly, wiping at his nose.

"I wish it was." He mumbled, a heavy sigh following.

"Come back to me.." he whispered, his voice giving out as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face.

Leon pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he left with a heavy heart, promising he'd be back tomorrow.

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He grew accustomed to the harsh white lights and the sterile smell of the hospital.

He looked terrible.

Sleep hadn't come easy to him, especially not on the ratty couch in your apartment that you'd wanted to replace for ages now.

Leon refused to sleep in your bed without you- not when you were in that horrible hospital fighting for your life.

He resorted to wrapping one of your shirts around his pillow, hoping it would give him the bit of comfort he so desperately craved, only to stain it with his tears.

The halls seemed to glum around him as he made his way to your room, rounding the corners with a familiar ease.

He took a deep breath as he stood in front of the door, collecting himself.

Leon was falling apart every time he left the hospital. Sobbing and crying in the shower, praying to whoever was up there to not take you from him, too.

He grasped the door handle and stepped inside, only for his world to stop for a second when he gazed upon you, awake, sitting up in the bed, laughing with a nurse.

The color had returned to your face, your eyes had that sparkle back that he loved so much, and your smile was enough to mend the tears in his heart.

He must've made a startled noise, his eyes wide and lips parted when the nurse turned to look at him with a soft expression.

You followed her gaze only to have tears welling in your eyes at the state of Leon.

"Leon." You choked out, shuffling to sit at the edge of the bed, dressed in one of his comfortable sweaters.

Any of the nurse's concerns fell on deaf ears as you opened your arms for him with a pleading look and glistening eyes.

His startled expression fell, replaced by a feeling of relief washing over him as a sob escaped his chest and he rushed over to you, falling to his knees and wrapping you up in his arms as carefully as he could.

Leon rested his head against your sternum, listening to the steady beat of your heart as he cried in your embrace.

You joined him, weeping as you gently stroked his sandy locks, your cheek pressed to the top of his head.

The nurse slipped out of the room promptly and quietly, leaving the two of you to let out all the overwhelming feelings that sat inside your chest.

"I thought I'd lost you..." he cried, slightly tightening his grip.

"I'd never leave you." You hiccuped, gently pulling his face from your chest, a wet patch on the fabric.

The pain and fear in his baby blues was enough to break your heart.

"No more crying, this is supposed to be a happy moment." You chuckled wetly, wiping his cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater.

"Sorry, I just-.. you're okay." He smiled sadly, cupping your cheeks.

"I'm okay." You nodded with a small smile.

He sighed heavily, resting his forehead against yours.

"I was so scared, I-"

"Shhh, it's alright. I'm okay, you're okay. A little roughed up, but nothing we can't handle." You spoke gently, nuzzling your nose with his.

Leon nodded and swallowed. He let out a shaky breath.

"You're right. I'm just glad you're alive." You smiled softly.

"So am I." You breathed out contently, letting your eyes fall shut in comfort.

"I love you." Leon whispered, his arms loosely wrapped around your middle, minding your bandaged stomach.

"I love you more." You replied with a soft giggle, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. He sighed against your lips, one of his hands moving to cup your face. You pulled away with a soft smile.

"And another thing." You said quietly, making a puzzled expression take over his face.

"I quit." You said with a chuckle, pulling a laugh from him.

To see his face light up like that and to witness the dullness in his eyes vanish made your heart swell.

"I'll put in your notice with Hunnigan." He smiled, sniffling as he stroked your cheek.

You nodded with a giggle.

You let him climb into bed with you, snuggling into his chest so he could catch up on all the sleep he's lost.

You couldn't help but smile when you heard him snore softly, his breathing steady. You let yourself slip into sleep as well, giving your body the rest it needed to heal all while you were safely in his arms.

Perhaps the Sisters had deemed you worthy enough; Clotho was still working her spindel with skilled hands, Lachesis was carefully and delicately measuring your string and Atropos was taking her time polishing her scissors to a sparkling shine, so the blades would be sharp to cut your golden thread when the times was right.

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[heylittleriotact]

Months and months and months ago @allofthebarks surprised my ass with news that she had seen fit to purchase a plushie Solas for herself and a plushie Emmrich for me - because she is a marvelous and thoughtful and beautiful human, and truly the perfect wife.

After much waiting… HE’S FINALLY HERE OH MY GOD HE’S PERFECT AND ADORABLE LOOK AT HIM!!!

I’ve put him in charge of minding my Voyager Staff: such powerful magical artifacts should be entrusted to those qualified to handle them (especially if said artifact is capable of planar transposition, banishment, and a myriad of other curious interdimensional feats)

[illustrationismyhaven]

Made a @razlili-week blog teehee

[varinsson]

Tbh, I am not going to be swarming in and correcting every little thing in Twilight of the Gods, I'd be an ass about it. I'm not out to be an ass about it.

HOWEVER.

If I can rip something Marvel has done and popularized that IS wrong by the sagas, oh boy. Strap yourselves in, it's gonna be a wild ride.

[13thpythagoras]

this happened to my auntie not long after my dad died, and through an opened sliding glass door, the ball lightning came into the family kitchen and hung out for a minute floating around before popping with a very loud bang and it knocked out the circuit breakers...apparently ball lightning happens about 8 times a day, but is considered exceedingly rare because lightning strikes the earth over 23 times per second, or about 2 million times a day, so about one in 250k lightning strikes is ball lightning, still a relatively poorly-understood phenomenon

[crunchywho-comix]

Let's go to sleep.

[eldritchcoffeefiend]

Aw, one of my sons loves his old mum. He and his girlfriend went to the American sweet shop in the High Street and got me a Nuka-Cola Victory! Ignore the dog in the background.

[stickynotelovers-art]

I had to doodle out this silly thought I had about @somerandomdudelmao series again. Because we got the present turtle's geeking out over their future counterparts and I couldn't help but think about the future turtles getting hit with freight trains of emotions interacting with their younger selves.

The future fam think they got all their emotions in check since coming back to life? Nope, sorry, have a taste of your kid selves looking at you like they're discovering Jupiter Jim for the first time! I just love the idea of them finding the kids super endearing and not knowing how to deal with it!

[factual-fantasy]

24 Asks! Thank you! 🦷

Alrighty, here we go-🙌🙌

Episode 5 was pretty meh to me in some ways and my tier list hasn't really changed. Kinger still shines at the top of my favorites list. Even more so when he brought Pomni under the dark desk so he could think more clearly and help her with the adventure.

I miiight move Caine down from S tier to A, he's starting to get sus and his anger towards Zooble criticizing his adventures was not a good look.😔 I might move Pomni up a tier and mayyybe move Zooble up.. But Jax is still in the "no" tier.

I know, I know. everyone loves Jax after this episode. And I can admit that his sob story that hinted at an abstracted friend was nice and all, but it doesn't matter to me what trauma he has or what his coping mechanism is. It doesn't justify how badly he treats others, and he should not be getting away with it.

Lastly, something that really bothered me throughout the whole episode is Pomni saying "Do you guys know about his (Kingers) wife?" and NOBODY addresses it.💀

As soon as she said that I paused it to geek out, I was SO EXCITED to see what the others would possibly say! Only to have.. not even an actual distraction to anyone other then Zooble and Jax happen- and NO ONE mentions it. Why didn't Gangle or Ragatha say anything? They wouldn't have been distracted by the corn like Jax or Zooble, and they ABSOLUTELY heard Pomni. I was so disappointed that such a cool question was asked by Pomni, only for LITERALLY NOTHING to come from it. 💔

All in all, episode 3 still ranks as my absolute favorite👍

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I actually thought about going back and trying to draw it again after this post was so enthusiastically received. But looking back? The more I thought about it and broke it down.... ehhh, I really didn't like it. Which is why I haven't wanted to attempt to write the story out or post the rough sketches..

The comic itself was lacking, but the most important thing was the writing. Looking at it more critically, Gloria made a lot of decisions she would not have made which eventually led to mega Grimace. If I were to try and tackle that idea again, it would take a looooot of re-writing and thinking.😔💔

My symptoms are acting up today, which is making it hard to focus and draw. But other than that I am ok :) I hope you two are well!

@badlyblurry (Sent after this post)

I WISH I could have seen that- those both sound hilarious XDD

Also fat squirrels look like Chinchillas 🤣🤣🤣

So I've heard 😅🙄

@idk-wot-to-do-here

SCREAMSS THANYIIUUU!!! :DDDD There's a good chance you'll (kind'a) see him again soon! :DD

I never watched it, it just felt like it was a heartless sequel that was trying to expand on a complete trilogy just for money. At least that's how people described it-💔

I'm sure they'd love it! :DD I remember liking it when I read it! :)

It entirely depends on the character, but I can at least draw my factual fam from memory! :DD ..Just not color them from memory-- <XDD

@ardent-38

AAA THANKYOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD 💞💞💞

@spelling-is-a-curse

Thank you so much!! :DD And thank you for the media suggestion! I'll have to do some googling about it! :0000

@mossieeeeee

Thank you! But sorry pal, drawing requests aren't free! You gotta order one over on my Ko-fi.

And I can see the group mostly going to Sylvester for comfort. Considering his "ribbons" emit a soothing aura 🧘‍♂️

The main reason for me not having a cape as well, is Bibi, Jangles, Cici and Gerald all exist as dolls in real life. All of which have tiny quilts made for them.

To fit the theme, if I were to have a quilt cape I'd want to make one for myself in real life. And I just haven't really done that- 😓😓 I don't have the money for those materials anymore and never really had the motivation to sit down and make a full sized quilt..

Plus, I like that my sona is very simple and easy to draw. If I were to add a quilt to my design it would make drawing my sona take a lot longer.. 😮‍💨😮‍💨

(Referencing this post)

It reminded me of her too! XDD

@starrystratagemnova

Thank you so much! :DDD Also, you can find the answer to that in the FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions) in my pinned post! :)

@burningmusicfunnygiant (Link in ask)

If I remember correctly..

Bonnie was.. kind'a in shock I think.? He didn't really emotionally process it at all. He had been playing Freddy's high processing role as "main star" with a slow processer for so long.. he just hardly had the strength to grapple with emotions anymore on top of all that data he needed to process everyday.

I think what I wrote.. was when Bonnie saw them he kind'a just... didn't look them in the eyes. He didn't say anything and kind'a just.... walked away. Whenever they tried to talk to him, he would just look away and stare off into nothingness. If they tried to approach he would likely just gently turn and wander out of the room.

It took quite a few days, but Freddy was persistent and finally got though to him. He realized that Bonnie was manning the main stage all these years, which he is NOT programmed to handle. He must be so overwhelmed every single day... Equipped with that knowledge, Freddy was able to approach him and eventually got him to talk. Bonnie was struggling to express his emotions.. but he was able to say "I'm very glad to see you again... I missed you both very much.." before he went mute again.💔

Foxy was just beside himself. He had been trying so hard to keep everyone together and not let the grief break him. Now that he saw them again, now that he knows they're alive.. he just broke down. For all the time lost, for all the worry, all the recharge-less nights.. only to see them now. It was such a relief but it was also so crushing. They were here the whole time. And Foxy hardly even looked for them.

Monty was just like Foxy, he was beside himself. But he was more composed then Foxy. He was able to speak clearly and express how much they all loved Freddy and Chica and how dearly they were missed. Though he didn't have the composure to say much else.

Roxy originally didn't have the bolts to face them. Much like Monty in my AU- or at least in the rewriting of it--- she was so ashamed of what she'd become, and didn't want them to look at her. She felt responsible for the Glamrock era which was what sealed Freddy's fate, so she couldn't look him in the eye.

Anytime Freddy tried to talk to her she'd usually flee. But one he time approached her while she was alone, kind of cornering her. She was upset and kept looking away. Which made Freddy slink away in shame and apologies for his appearance. That's when she broke down in tears and approached Freddy.

She was NOT afraid of him or disgusted by his appearance, she just felt so ashamed for everything that's happened and couldn't face Freddy after wronging him so badly. Even if it was an accident. And she couldn't bare to see the saddened expression Chica would surly have when she sees what a jerk Roxy has become.

Freddy forgave her for everything even though she didn't need to be sorry. He gave her a hug and pat her on the back, telling her it was gonna be ok. She became a kinder and gentler Roxy after that.

Holy cow!! That's a lot of views! Congratulations! :DDD 🎉🎉🎉

@virtualworldfp5

AAAAA CONGRTULATIONS!! :DDDD 🎉🎉🎉 I HOPE YOU CONTINUE TO GROW AND THRIVE! :)))) 🙏🙏🎉🎉🎉

@beryl-shade

I fear that they could persuade me into giving them whatever they want 😔

Its the eyes isn't it? XDD

@endlesssuffering4ever

Candy diver cookie! :DD I should really go back to cookie run sometime- 😅😅

[tarotoftheendless]

Hey, Sand Fam, I am seeing a lot of you blaming NG for the end of this series, and whereas I do think Netflix and the Sandman cast and crew are actively distancing themselves now from NG, I don't think NG is the reason Sandman is ending.

Please remember it took forever for Netflix to greenlight us even getting more or the series. They were likely going to axe it in the first place but the showrunners likely negotiated saying they had plans for a script that would end the series and *THAT* is likely what got us just one more season. That is speculation, that is a guess, but if you logically look at how S2 was handled from the start, then the end of the series was always the plan. Didn't they also call it Sandman 2 and say we are just getting more episodes here and there at the beginning of when S2 was first announced? Like it wasn't even called Season 2...

Also, with the leaked bts photos, of Lyta, the Fates and Gilbert... isn't that all stuff that is end of the comic series stuff that got filmed? And when those photos came out, I don't remember the exact date, but wasn't it just before the NG stuff came out and or literally just after it? Do you think they scrambled to write a quick script, get a location that quickly and get costumes and all that cuz they were all "Oh no, NG is a fucking creep, better end the show now"? No. Filming anything in general takes time and careful planning. It was always the plan guys.

The thing that likely did get affected by NG is how Geeked Week was handled. The bts footage and such was edited in a way to not mention NG at all. I do think that was on purpose.

The other reason I think ending the show was planned is because S2 has to do with Dream's story and his story alone. Writing a whole script like that takes time and planning. And why I think it was always the plan is because of interviews of Tom Sturridge for S1. He was abhorrent to the idea of The Sandman being only about Dream, and the idea of a movie because, if I remember Tom correctly, "how can you take just one story from The Sandman and make a film about that? The Sandman is a story about stories, not just one guy." Not the exact quote, but you get my point. S2 was always supposed to be the end because they scrapped the whole idea of making it a story about stories and wrote a *WHOLE SEASON OF A SCRIPT* about Dream instead. That was planned.

The end was always the plan. NG is not to blame for this.

The actors and crew now have room to work on bigger and better projects and The Sandman is on their resume, and regardless of NG, that will still look good for them because obviously they are not NG and they did not condone what NG did, so they will not and should not be found culpable for NG's actions at all, therefore will find bigger and better work in the future.

This is not the end of the world, this is the Death card in tarot; something must die for something new and better to be born.

The Fandom lives, the Sand Fam thrives, we are taking back the power of the work from NG and making it beautiful for us and us alone. Don't forget that. This is for us. This is will never be for NG ever again.

My ending thought is this: One of my favorite things about Star Wars: The Last Jedi is Luke's conversation with Yoda. (No, I will not be having debates about how good or bad the film is...) And Yoda talks about the lesson of failure is the greatest lesson to learn and to pass on. Not to ensure the failure of others but to teach them how to handle failure and how to grow past the failure. The last thing Yoda says to Luke that gets me to tear up every time is this; "We are what they grow beyond". And that is where I am taking my love for The Sandman and this whole Fandom. We have grown beyond NG and it is ours now. We have grown beyond him, take comfort in that.

[loveanddeepspacestuffforfreaks]

Curly hair Part 1

Loveanddeepspace stuff for geek, this is for my curly hair fam! Love y'all! Aiming for gender neutral.

Summary: Zayne reaction to your curly hair.

Zayne x reader, fluff, sweet, reader with very curly hair. (Do y'all want a wavy hair version?)

I'm gonna be a bit vague on the curl type but think (And this is stretch, I'm aware.) 3a to 4c

4a-4c you get a little section about braids as well in part 2 :D

please be kind! I'm trying my best!

The reader has median length hair.

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Once you start dating, Zayne is baffled at how you're able to do anything with your hair at all.

With 1a hair the man has never had to do much with his hair at all. All he had to do was brush it and he was good to go. At most he would put a bit of gel in it on special occasions but otherwise it was all the same. Nothing in comparison to you.

In high school, Zayne would hear about your struggles. How your hair didn't want to 'behave' or that you were running late cause there was a large knot or how you didn't have time to shower so now it was being held prisoner in your claw clip or ponytail.

It's not that he thought you were being dramatic, he just didn't understand when you would say things like. "Ugh I hate having curly hair." along with "My arms hurt all the time." and the on occasion. "I had to get a new brush, the old one sucks/broke."

Zayne loved your hair; it was soft and framed your face perfectly. The many times he would reach out and touch it, playing with them. Pulling on the ends and watching them spring back up in their shape.

But see is believing or at least in this case sleeping over was eye opening experience.

Not only did you shower and brush your hair, but you also used something called "curl cream"? The man was very confused as you ran the white paste through your thick curls, pulling on the strands before wrapping it around your finger, letting it fall as a perfect defined curl.

Zayne couldn't help but stare as you performed this magical ritual. Amazed to learn that this was how you did your hair.

Amused when you defused your hair and confused when you put it up in a bonnet. Following you around like a cat around your apartment.

"Can I help you sir?" You confront him, catching him off guard. A playful jest as you questioned him.

"I was unaware of your process, I was curious." He mused looking you over. "This is what you do every night?"

You stared back at him, your brow arching upwards a humourism smile playing on your lips.

"No, just on wash days."

"Wash days?" He pondered aloud, the concept escaping him.

"Oh honey!" You called out lovingly, turning to him fully and giving him a pat on the cheek.

"You're so cute, I'll explain this all to you later. Come on. Let's go to bed now hon."

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(Part 2 coming soon)

[morganandtheemorgana]

Me, I got it so badly to the point I kept it a secret from family that I made a google doc list of rewrites and shit.

Alright, Officially about to watch the Chucky series, putting the link for the notes as I write them here:

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

the camp fam, Dave and Roxie on a road trip

Roxie:

decided who was sitting where, and put the three most bothersome people (Kenji, Brooklynn and Ben) as far from her as possible

stressed out and very cautious driver

planned an Itinerary that she is very proud of

but within the first two hours they get stuck in traffic and Roxie is very pissed off (and stressed because it derails her entire Itinerary) 

whenever they're in traffic, Roxie starts swearing with british words. Kenji asks her “can you talk louder? i wanna learn some new swear words” “shut up, Kenji”

road rage. you know im right

earplugs ready when the kids get loud. they're in most of the time

“no, i'm not buying you a ten dollar breakfast roll from the gas station, we packed plenty of food ourselves”

needs about five cups of tea throughout the day (🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧). brings a massive thermos and sneaks to a coffee shop to get some more before any of the kids start pestering her for coffee

secretly enjoys listening to everyone else's music taste, especially Dave's

gets very tired of driving very quickly. she's from england, a long drive for her is 3 hours, yet everyone else has been on 10+ hour road trips without batting an eye

Dave offers to switch places with her about eight hours in, when it becomes evident she's exhausted

falls asleep once Dave switches places with her

somehow enjoys herself despite all the stress

Dave:

riding shotgun and doing everything else that needs doing

the best shotgun you could ever ask for. driver wants a drink? he's handing it to her, lid unscrewed. driver needs directions? he's reading that map like a boss. kids being loud? he's shutting them all up. he would honestly feed her bites of food while she's driving if they didn't stop to eat

plays Darius's word games and gets very enthusiastic about them. he loves being bffs with the campers so much ❤️

once he and Roxie switch, he is a much worse driver, but at least he doesn't road rage

begs to have aux cord privileges and Roxie relents three hours in

plays the entire mamma mia! soundtrack and then a bunch of 70s–90s shit no one but Darius has heard of

sings along to all of the songs he plays, and Roxie pretends to be annoyed (she secretly enjoys it though)

Darius:

sits on the left side in the first row

very well behaved

brings a rubix cube and solves it about twelve times in one hour

reads and/or plays video games some of the time and Dave tells him to “look out the window, enjoy the view!”

starts word games (alphabet game, looks like (canon), i spy, twenty questions, etc)

generally tries to keep the vibe alive

vibes with Dave's 70s–90s music hard. he and Dave have a geek out over old music

Roxie trusts him with the aux cord

Brooklynn:

sits in the middle in the second row

brings a giant thermos of coffee, drinks it all in the first hour, and begs to stop for a bathroom

is on her phone most of the time, Roxie has to remind her to “look out the window every once in a while, Brooklynn, it's not good for your eyesight to look at your phone so much”

her phone has magical Never Runs Out Of Battery power, so she somehow lasts the whole road trip without needing to charge it

listens to Darius infodump about dinosaurs, then falls asleep on his shoulder

Roxie trusts her with the aux cord. in fact her playlists have some of the best vibes out of everyone's

Yaz:

sits on the right in the first row

listens to music most of the way; she has amazing earbuds that block out all other noise. she's locked the Fuck in

Sammy naps on her shoulder

only person she shares her earbuds with is Sammy

best at all the word games. gets the i spies in four guesses

gets pretty restless; when they get to a rest stop she jogs up and down most of the time (adhd core, dare i say?)

does not want to have the aux cable. besides, everyone else thinks her playlists are lowkey Weird (she's a classical music stan guys come ON you know im right) and they don't want to listen to weird emo shit, post rock, or classical symphonies that last forty five minutes

the only one Dave and Roxie trust to drive for an hour if both of them want a break

Sammy:

sits in the middle in the first row

brings so much to do. cross words, colouring, word searches, even some knitting

also printed out lists of Things To Spot On A Road Trip and checks them off as they fo

gets excited every time they pass a farm or ranch. (Kenji: “how is a farm exciting to you, you live on one?” Sammy: “every farm looks different! plus, just look at those darling horses!”)

gets really excited reading the road maps. her and Dave have a good Yap Session over them

takes selfies with Yaz at every attraction or road sign

also reads all the info cards at all the attractions

cries when they pass roadkill

if she's bored, her and Yaz start making out (Darius/Kenji feel sooo awkward, they both love them and are happy for them but the have no idea what to say)

most excited about playing word games

Roxie trusts her with the aux cord for about twenty minutes. any more and the car will collectively die from Cheesy Music Overload because Sammy only listens to the happiest stuff ever

Kenji:

sits on the right side in the back row and falls asleep within half an hour, saying, “wake me up when we see something cool” (he really thinks he can out sleep a twelve hour leg of a road trip)

once he wakes up and discovers he was asleep for all of fifteen minutes, he is pissed off 

only packed his phone, and he gets so bored

swaps with Darius halfway through so he can talk to more people

starts rounds of among us with the campers. half an hour later Roxie enacts a mandatory hour phone break. (yeah. that bad)

switches sitting position every five minutes. spreads the fuck out across the seats much to the annoyance of Ben and Brooklynn

Roxie will not trust him with the aux cord. he plays his music out of his phone speaker anyway and it ends up being such a vibe that Roxie relents, much to her disgust. Kenji does have premium versions of all the music streaming sites so he doesn't have the annoying adverts

asks to drive when Dave and Roxie get tired. the answer is a resounding No. Ben told them the gyrosphere story. he'll stick to boats

Ben:

sits on the left in the back row

Roxie has to check every half hour that he's wearing his seatbelt because he hates seatbelts, he'll take them off at any opportunity

begs to get out at every rest stop. he CANNOT sit still

sticks his hand out of the window because he likes feeling the wind on his hands

gazes out of the window and imagines he's doing parkour alongside the car along the road to keep himself entertained (we all had that imaginary friend on road trips doing parkour when we were kids, right?)

when the car stops entirely in traffic, he gets out of the car to stretch his legs, and nearly gives Roxie a heart attack

the only times he does want to stop and see something, are when he spots an abandoned building

Roxie will not let him near the aux cord. everyone would like to keep their eardrums intact thank you very much

[httpvomitello]

Hi is it possible to have rise Donnie x male reader. For the scenario, Donnie decides to introduce the reader to his family and to April and to Casey. And he is stressed about doing it. The reader likes technology like Donnie and the reader has no family anymore

(Sorry for the spelling mistakes, English is not my first language)

Have a good day ٩( ᐛ )و

Hello, hello! Don't worry, English is not my first language too 🫠. Hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Family Circuits *⁠.⁠✧

Donatello Hamato was not the type to get nervous. He was calm, collected, and logical in all situations. But as he paced back and forth in his lab, his three-fingered hands twisting a wrench absentmindedly, it was clear he was unraveling.

“Okay, Donatello,” he muttered to himself. “You’ve faced mutants, Foot Clan warriors, and apocalyptic scenarios. Introducing Y/N to your family should be child’s play. Easy. Simple.”

But it wasn’t. Because this was you. His boyfriend. The person who understood him better than anyone else. You who shared his love for technology, always eager to test his latest inventions or geek out over a new piece of hardware. You, who had no family left and had found a place in Donnie’s meticulously guarded heart.

And now, it was time for you to meet his family.

The day of the meeting arrived, and you found yourself walking into the Lair for the first time. The place was a chaotic blend of high-tech and homey, with skateboards leaning against walls and arcade games blinking in the background.

Donnie’s brothers were already there, along with April and Casey. The moment you stepped in, all eyes turned to you.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Donnie said, his voice a little too loud. “Y/N, these are my brothers: Leo, Raph, and Mikey.”

Leo stepped forward first. “So, you’re the tech guy Donnie’s always talking about,” he said with a smirk. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you replied, shaking his hand.

Raph was next, giving you a firm but friendly nod. “Good to meet ya, man. Donnie’s lucky to have someone who gets all that tech stuff.”

Then came Mikey, who immediately pulled you into a hug. “Welcome to the fam, dude!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

“And these are our friends,” Donnie continued, gesturing to April and Casey.

April gave you a warm smile. “It’s great to meet you. Donnie’s mentioned you a lot.”

Casey, ever the wildcard, punched your arm lightly. “Any friend of Donnie’s is a friend of ours.”

Donnie watched the introductions with a mix of relief and lingering tension. So far, so good.

As the evening went on, you quickly found yourself fitting in. Donnie’s brothers were loud, energetic, and a little overwhelming at times, but they were also incredibly welcoming.

At one point, Leo challenged you to a game of Battle Nexus. You held your own surprisingly well, earning a grudging nod of approval from the blue-clad turtle.

“You’re not bad,” Leo admitted. “For a first-timer.”

Mikey dragged you into the kitchen to help make pizza, while Raph showed you his collection of action figures.

Meanwhile, April and Casey peppered you with questions about your interests and how you and Donnie met.

“Okay, but how do you deal with Donnie’s tech rants?” Casey asked, laughing.

“Oh, I love them,” you said without missing a beat. “I could listen to him talk about quantum mechanics all day.”

Donnie, who had been quietly observing from a distance, felt his heart swell.

Later, after everyone had settled into their respective activities, Donnie pulled you aside.

“You’re doing great,” he said, his voice softer. “They like you.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “They’re amazing, Donnie. I can see why you’re so close to them.”

He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “I was... worried. About how this would go. About how you’d feel, meeting them.”

“Donnie,” you said gently, “you don’t have to worry. I’ve never felt more at home.”

His grip on your hand tightened slightly. “You deserve a family, Y/N. And I want you to know... you’re a part of mine now.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you leaned in, resting your forehead against his after leaving a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, babe. That means everything to me.”

[hadesisqueer]

What about Camp Fam? Which Miraculous would each of them have??

Okay, in MY opinion:

Darius: Ladybug Miraculous. Protagonist and intelligent! He'd love yelling Miraculous Mister Bug and being an absolute geek outside all of it.

Brooklynn: Black Cat Miraculous. She'd be like Spider-Man and take pictures of Kitty Noir acting as if she was someone else and then post them on her blog. I feel like she'd do well with the Ladybug Miraculous too though.

Sammy: Ox Miraculous. And she'd be a beast with it too.

Kenji: Monkey Miraculous. He'd be great with the Power of Derision.

Yaz: Snake Miraculous. She'd do really well with it.

Ben: Tiger Miraculous. Roarr would turn his shy Nublar self into Jungle Ben lmao.