#hehee thanks for the asks guys

[silvercap]

if ur still taking prompts :3 “silent fury” but make it h/c? maybe one of leon’s boys goes on a “rampage” to save him orrr maybe someone is angry at the dso for almost killing him again or ya know whatever strikes your fancy

OHHHH I LIKE THIS!! (Prompts)

7. Silent Fury

Chris coughs frantically as the gas invades his lungs, throwing his oxygen-starved body at the sealed metal laboratory door with enough force that he can practically feel his shoulder bruising upon impact. Beside him, Leon sags against the wall with half-lidded eyes, gun hanging from limp fingers.

"Fight it," Chris chokes, but Leon's body has already succumbed, knees buckling beneath him as he collapses bodily to the floor and doesn't move again. Chris grits his teeth, ignoring another wave of dizzy lightheadedness in order to redouble his assault against the locked door. The room has no other exit, round and filled with glass tanks that Chris can't make out when his vision is blurring so badly but knows are filled with half-formed specimens suspended in bubbling liquid. The green glow makes him nauseous, casting the walls and his skin alike in eerie neon.

Chris throws himself into the wall with one last desperate effort and drops to his knees, heaving for air. His throat hurts from breathing in chemicals and god knows what else, muscles aching and spasming as it attacks his body. Leon doesn't move when Chris drops the rest of the way to lie beside him, weakening arms reaching out to scoop up the other man and pull his unconscious body close. Chris presses their foreheads together and blacks out an instant later.

-~-

When Leon wakes, it's to harsh light and a hand in his air, eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to make sense of the figures towering around him. An experimental shift reveals that his hands have been tied behind him, the hardness of a chair pressing into his back as his head is stretched backwards to expose his throat. He coughs.

"With us, again?" an accented voice drawls, one of the figures stalking towards him to reveal a tall man in militaristic clothes, a blade in his hand. Flinty eyes stare Leon down as he tries and fails to think of who this wannabe tough-guy could possibly be, the man's calloused fingers twining around the knife in a delicate way that reminds Leon of Krauser and his knife tricks---and tells him that the man knows how to handle it. He leans in close, drawing the sharp tip very gently down the curve of Leon's bottom lip. "We're very pleased to have you as our guests today, Mr. Kennedy."

He grins, letting the knife follow the natural line of Leon's jaw and down to a collarbone, where he presses into the skin just enough to make a bead of blood bubble between Leon's clavicles. Leon rolls his eyes. "Is this supposed to be scaring me? Get on with it, will you?"

The man laughs, standing upright. "It's not you that I'm trying to scare." He shifts away so that Leon can see past him into the dingy, cement-floored room he's been placed in---and the other chair several feet in front of his own, one Chris Redfield secured to it with rope around his wrists and ankles. There's blood on his temple, eyes blazing dark with silent rage that would be terrifying if only he weren't looking at Leon with such tender concern at the same time. Leon feels his blood run cold.

"Chris?" he calls. "Don't give them what they want. I'm trained for this, alright? Don't fucking tell---"

A hand grabs Leon's chin with force, a thumb shoved between his lips before he even registers what's happening. He thrashes, about to bite down, before a blow to the side of the face distracts him. Leon reels, attempting to kick one of his bound legs towards the large man who'd been brandishing the knife, but it's no use. He's the one holding Leon's jaw, a large wad of cloth in his other hand. It's all too easy for him to jam it hard into Leon's mouth, pushing so much fabric in that Leon, well, gags.

His eyes water as duct tape is wrapped far too tightly over his lips and around the back of his head, clinging to his cheeks and sparking a wave of panic at the claustrophobic feeling before he forces himself to exhale slowly through his nose. He's okay. He's faced worse. It's going to be---

"Lets begin," the man drawls, and plunges his blade deep into the flesh of Leon's thigh without warning.

Leon doesn't even try to hold back his cry.

He's not sure how long they torture him for, just that the world quickly goes foggy and distant with pain, shouting voices demanding things that Leon can't give. He can't see Chris through the hair that's fallen over his eyes as he lolls his head to his chest and heaves for breath, the wounds on his body, broken fingers, and ribs pulsing in time with his thundering heart. His cheekbone aches where a particularly nasty hook had split the skin, nose damp with blood that makes it even harder to breathe properly. The gag fills his mouth, saliva dampening the heavy fabric and muffling his pathetic whimper of pain as the man who's been beating the shit out of him offers one last slap to the side of the head.

Chris has been yelling incoherently for the past few minutes, but Leon can't hear his voice anymore. Maybe they gagged him, too.

"I'm tired of this, Redfield," the man says, a flash of metal the only warning Leon gets before the edge of his knife is up against Leon's throat, putting pressure on his trachea that makes him cough. The man digs in harder in response, the bright sting of Leon's skin splitting open on the blade's edge enough to make him wince. "Agree to the terms, or I cut his---"

There's a commotion that Leon can't make sense of, the blade leaving his throat so that he can suck in a relieved gasp of air. His eyelids flutter. Fuck, he's tired.

"Leon?" Leon can't open his eyes to see who's calling his name, the fear in their voice nearly tangible. They're talking fast, panicked. Chris, it has to be. Hands tug at the duct tape on his face, an effort that doesn't accomplish much more than wrenching Leon's aching neck. "Leon, don't do this to me. Leon? Open your eyes, Leon."

Pain spikes as Leon obeys, the harsh light upsetting the headache that had exploded into being three or four punches in. Chris's worried gaze appears before him, haloed in the glow.

"Good, that's it. Eyes on me, okay?" His voice is calm, collected, but Leon can hear that he's on the verge of tears, blood shivering down Chris's wrists as he carefully slices open the tape and peels it quickly from Leon's face. His hair is wild, eyes sharp with anger, but his touch is nothing but gentle. Even when Leon grimaces as his hair pulls free of its follicles, he's careful. "I've got you, I've got you."

Leon spits out the gag before Chris can even get to that point, the rag falling into his lap as he coughs and heaves for breath. He's dimly aware that he's trembling, but Leon's certain it's too small of a detail to notice. That is, until Chris pauses in his ministrations to run soothing hands up and down Leon's arms, leaning their foreheads together.

"It's okay. It's okay," he soothes, something dark stealing into his tone. "I took care of them. Let me deal with these cuts and I'll untie you, okay? I've got you."

Leon glances to his left and sees a growing pool of blood. He swallows, letting his eyes fall shut as Chris puts pressure on the deep gouge in his leg. "I trust you," he rasps, and means it.

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[abisalli]

i love your yj doodles so much i just wanna pick them up and squeeze them like a stressball

they are very squeezable

[httyd-art-requests]

Hi I saw your dragon hybrid (stormchaser sounds really cool by the way ^^)

I was wondering if request are open , can I ask for a night fury x sand wraith hybrid species please 🙏

Hi! Yours is the the first in the wave of asks I got when I posted that dragon hybrid, so a lot of the upcoming drawings are all going to be hybrids ^^

Thank you for letting me flex my brain a bit for these designs <3

Dragon #82 - Desert Fury

[marronje]

are you alive🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I probably am???? (An artist can't call themselves fully alive when they're in a burnout, but still...)

Here's a lil sketch I did before my mha maid women drawing (I wanted to test how I feel about drawing Miruko, but I wasn't sure if I should share it with you guys, so here it is cuz I've got nothing to post)

[sugarpasteltmnt]

*twiddles thumbs*

..i made more art because ur fic is real good 👍😊

i can’t stop won’t stop this fic literally possessed me./pos

also WHY DOES TUMBLR DESTROY QUALITY.

AWWW OMG THANK YOU 🩵💞💖💗‼️‼️heheh he's on his way to GET you >:3

[miabebe]

Kinda want all those who follow camp seventeen to do this quiz that my cutie @monamipencil found! Please let me know what you guys get, I'm super curious 👀 This is what I got!

[civetside]

Trick or treat :]

GIANT EVIL BONE CONSTRUCT

[redthemarten]

OKAY IDK IF YOUVE SEEN THE STUFF ABOUT ZZZ GETTING SKINS (I’m rlly excited tbh)

But it’s now left in my mind the thought of Lighter getting skins, and I have had 3 goofy concepts:

1. Cowboy Lighter (specifically him as a deputy and Ceaser as a sheriff, them matching is cute to me)

2. Lighter in either a body guard outfit or a suit

3. LIGHTER SWIMSUIT SKIN EXCEPT ITS THE GOOFIEST THING EVER. Like him with an inflatable pool floatie and sunscreen on his face and arms.

Also ofc he’d keep his sunglasses in all they’d just change slightly in style. BUT YEAH I HAD THESE THOUGHTS, AND NEEDED MY FELLOW LIGHTER FAN TO HEAR THEM. Also how are you feeling about skins in zzz and are you hyped abt anyone specifically getting one/any of the three shown? (I love Nicole’s personally)

I have seen them!! I also like Nicole's, it's very cute and the colors match her well!

Now this is gonna sound sad, but it actually never even crossed my mind that male characters might also be getting skins at one point, LOL (I'm too disillusioned about gacha am I not)

but now that you've MENTIONED IT, I could probably kill a person for a Lighter skin. I LOVE all of your ideas.... bodyguard Lighter in a suit... mmm yesss........yes......... the possibilities are endless.....

If we're talking delusions, then how about an entire beach episode, haha? Wouldn't that be cool (I also immediately thought "pool floatie" even before I finished reading the sentence!!!)

And about other characters I'd like to see having skins... I think Lycaon and Corin having matching skins would be cute <3 Even something basic like Little Red and Big Bad Wolf (dressed in Granny's clothes, hehe). Or maid Lycaon and butler Corin?

[reksink]

Comms for Delightful Friends 💚

[lelelego]

:^)

[nana2009]

so, you made that art abt yandere Dave (the latest one) what’s the backstory behind it???

you sea, sweetie, when daddy loves mommy very much but they arent together, drastic measurements have to be taken......fortunately, dave has been trained his whole life, and knos exactly what to do! :D

[rookinthecrownest]

7 for the Rook Story Time ask!

7. Rook being taught an important skill

“Get up” Charon’s voice was sharp, unforgiving. The end of his longsword rested under her chin and tilted it upward.

Madeleina frowned and raised her chin in tandem with his sword. She blinked the tears out of her eyes and quickly rubbed them with the back of her hand. Her green eyes, rimmed in red from the irritation of the dirt kicked into them, stared up at him indignant and defiant. She still ached where his foot had connected with her gut only moments ago, knocking her to the ground.

“You cheated!” She protested, pushing herself up by her forearms, “Throwing dirt in my eyes is a dirty trick, Grandfather”

The title of grandfather still felt odd on her tongue. She wasn’t related to Charon Mercar by blood – anyone with eyes could see that. A small part of her hoped that time would ease the feeling of being a black sheep - of feeling like she didn't belong. But nearly a year after being adopted and she didn’t feel any more at home or any more a part of their family than the day she was dropped off on their doorstep. Still, she was a Mercar in name now. That meant she had to participate in Mercar training, honing the body just as much as the mind.

Charon removed the blade from her chin carefully as she rose to her feet. He started circling her again.

“There are no tricks in battle, only little strategies.” He said, the lines on his weathered face tightening as he frowned.

“When a blade is at your neck, there is nothing dishonorable about using what you can to survive. Live to regret your means of survival. And survive by any means necessary”

In the present, Illario Dellamorte has his scythes inches away from Madeleina Mercar’s neck. To her right, Lucanis is engaged by no less than six Venatori soldiers and mages, who’d swarmed him from the balcony above shortly after Illario’s inspiring speech.

The twang of metal-on-metal grates against her eardrums. Her dagger is the only thing keeping Illario from cleanly separating her head from her neck.

Illario hunches his shoulders and takes a step forward, and her back arches in response to the pressure of his weight bearing down on her.

He grins as he leans even closer, the edges of his blood-red blades now inches away from her neck.

“You picked the wrong Dellamorte, Rook” He whispers.

Madeleina, although caught up on the adrenaline of the moment, recalls her grandfather’s words from all those years ago.

Live to regret your means of survival. And survive by any means necessary.

An idea comes together quickly, catapulted to the front of her mind by an errant memory of having dirt kicked in her face as a child.

She eases the tension on her dagger for just a moment, enough to let Illario think her strength has run dry. Using the split second from the feint, Madeleina uses her free arm quickly bring forth an illusory burst of sparks in front of Illario’s eyes, bright enough to temporarily blind him.

“Agh!” He cries, bringing his arms in front of his eyes to shield him from the sudden burst of light.

Years of military training kicks in, and she’s firing on pure fighting instinct.

As he staggers back, she uses the new space between them to pivot on her left foot and throw a low round-house kick to the back of his knee using her right leg. He cries out as the blow unsteadies him enough for her to retreat back a few steps and ready her Arcane bolts.

As he rights himself quickly, his weapons are by his side again.

“That's a dirty trick, even for a mage” He calls, still trying to smirk through the pain. But she’s gotten to him, she can tell. He’s putting more of his weight on his left leg now.

“No such thing as tricks on the battlefield, only little strategies” She parrots her grandfather’s words, and decides to throw a smirk right back at him.

“Oh, and Illario – try not to overflatter yourself” Madeleina raises her arms above her head and readies three bolts of pure magical energy, feeling it crackle around her like lines of lightning under her skin.

“You were never even an option”

[selfshipsnail]

Hello I just wanted to say that your version of a humanoid kinito reminded me of the blues clues guy

I forgot his name but uhh y'know the one

They auditioned a lot of people when looking for someone to replace Steve

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Looking at my notebooks from last year and seeing how many times I drew neon void for funsies lmao (idk, he was just really cool and very dynamic to draw)

(Here’s a couple more:)

OMG!!!

WAAAAA so cool!!! thank you so much!! i love the dynamic poses to get him in the margins and the style!!! THANK YOU 🩵🩵🩵

[carb0n-m0n0xid3]

I cannot stop looking at Gustav, i love him sm like GRRRRRRRAAAHAHEHAHGSHAHAHAGWJAHA

PLEASE SIR PLEASE

🙏🙏🙏

Bro is this @theweirdbox123 haha

Thank you anyways ❤❤