#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

[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

[civetside]

Trick or treat :]

GIANT EVIL BONE CONSTRUCT

[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

[lovelyoliviasblog]

YOOOO LOOKY 🖤

DA GOLDEN NUMBER!!!

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OMG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT Y'ALL!!! 😭💖💞❤️‍🔥

I LITERALLY NEVER EXPECTED THIS TO HAPPEN-

I'M SO HAPPI RN!!!

PROMISE I WILL DRAW A DRAWING FOR THIS- 🙏

@hypnos-lullaby-real @m00nsworldsstuff @ella-the-fella @psychicvoidtale @i-am-xp-64 @honeybuzzdraws @ermwhatthefilp1 @ethan-torchios-bitch @lovelyoliviasblog @jayceeartz @veryturtlekitten @that-unspeaking-sky-kid

[ivy-creates]

Wilford owning a fluffy boa scarf thingy seems very in character to me :D

Very in character indeed!!

[afraidparade]

Ignore me, but I need to send this because I realized I have a whole Google doc based on your characters and I need to touch grass-

In my eyes, I wonder if Pazu will fall/has fallen to his own hubris. I have no idea the type of life he had when he was human, but I also think it was a consequence of his death (despite there being allusions to it, there likely is a chance whatever happened to him was a direct result to his life choices). He may be a powerful, demon level spirit, but I wonder if the power will get to him. What will happen when Pazu reaches his goal? When he finally reaches the level of strength he desires and finishes whatever business he had left on this earth, what will he do afterward? Will Pazu's suffering catch up with him once he's finally alone, or will he blindly ignore the pain and let it fuel him to continue consuming? What will Theo do when he realizes how big of a fuck up he made? Who the hell will he turn to when Pazu finally "bides his time"?

once again can’t say much for story reasons but can we. can we circle back to the google doc thing what’s going on in there

[officialspec]

Always love when you post a little doodle of yourself it’s like “oh! The Guy is here! :]”

[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 🩵🩵🩵

[styxbugg]

Hi I hope you don't mind another ask but

I am very interested in hearing what you have to say about Gobo's family 👀 (please talk for as long or short as you feel like it I'm. very normal about them.)

Ohohohoo crispy you're enabling me >:)

basically, a lot of Gobo's traits in the show can be traced back to Matt and how Matt treats him, because while Matt is overall a good caretaker he still does have a lot of not-great habits when it comes to gobo.

The main traits of Gobo's that is explained through this is his ego and his habit of bossing others around.

For the ego, I like to joke that Gobos a nepo baby but it is true. He's well known throughout the rock because he's the nephew of the most famous explorer. He's probably been told his whole life how great his uncle and therefore how great he is, so it makes sense that he'd have a pretty big ego.

While we don't see it too much, anytime that Gobo is with Matt, Matt spends most of that time putting Gobo down (not on purpose) or taking credit for stuff Gobo's done, and likely taking control of anything they do (we can see he's not that great at listening). So when Matt's not there, Gobo kind of pushes back on that by taking control of what he and his friends do. So since Matt is kind of putting him down, Gobo brings himself back up by acting as an indisputable leader with the rest of the five (something that annoys Red to no end, but that's another thing).

They both have tons of remediable qualities too, I want to make it clear that I'm not bashing either of them. I think it's really interesting that you can see how Gobo's worst traits might've originated from Matt's worst traits.

And I'm not done! But the next part does have spoilers for the episode "Born to Wander", so have caution.

And it's not just with Gobo that we can see how his traits originated, we can see that with Matt too, through his Uncle Gobo. Through the family tree, bad traits get passed down from uncle to nephew :)

Now Uncle Gobo is a terrible person (fraggle?) and I hate him so much -- like if I'd ever meet him it'd be on sight -- but he does give some really good insight to Matt's personality!

Matt used to be not meek, but extremely apologetic. Instead of taking credit for everything he'd take the blame for everything, and this was mostly because Uncle Gobo would blame him for literally everything and pretty much shove his failures in his face, regularly telling Matt that he'd never be an explorer.

We can actually see in the episode when Matt shifts away from being apologetic into how we usually see him; overconfident. He finally did something right and is getting praise for it. It's likely that after getting so much blame for so long he didn't want to stop the praise, which could develop into his habits of self aggrandizing and taking the credit for stuff he didn't do.

What's really nice though is that, even if Matt isn't perfect, you can still see that he's trying his best with Gobo and is a lot better than his uncle was. The best example is probably how Matt would take Gobo along for all his adventures through the rock, because that's something he wanted his uncle to do that never happened.

Anyway! If you read this far, thank you :) Cripsy, sorry if I spoiled a bit, I know you aren't quite there in the show yet. But yeah, I've thought about this family so sososo much, I just hope it all made sense lol