#if Leon doesn't think he's actually smooth

[delphi-shield]

SAY IT BACK ↪ letting them leave without an ily

finishing up some smaller things from my wip folder before i buckle down and work on the big stuff again. here's this doofy little fluff piece.

characters included: chris redfield, leon kennedy, jill valentine, ada wong

content: fluff. just fluff. established relationship. mildly ooc behavior for the sake of fluff (also known as being in a relationship and acting stupid)

You found it on TikTok - or maybe it was Instagram, or Facebook - doesn't matter. One of the media conglomerates had given you a horrible idea about how to tease your loving, devoted partner.

It's simple - when they said 'I love you' before they left for work, you just wouldn't say it back. What could go wrong?

Chris Redfield ↪

Did not notice. Secure. In his lane. Unbothered. Probably not moisturized. (Get him a nice oil, fragrance free. He'll like it more if you massage it into his muscles for him, spend a little extra time smoothing along the curve of his spine, up and over the tightness of his shoulders.)

If you're at the point with Chris where he's saying “I love you” in place of a goodbye, he doesn't need to hear you say it back. He's confident in your relationship. Hearing it is just a nice bonus.

You're going to get your own feelings hurt here. Sent yourself into a spiral. Like, damn, does he not listen? Does he not care? What the fuck is his deal?

Chris is legitimately confused when you bring it up to him later. Doesn't get the point of the whole thing. “Why wouldn't you just say you love me?” Head cocked to the side, so puppy-like you can practically see the velvety ears flopping over.

Really doesn't do the whole social media thing. Even when you show him videos as an example, he's just shrugging. "I'm pretty sure those are skits, honey. No one really reacts like that."

If only he knew. Hey - at least now you know that Chris is perfectly content in your relationship and won't let anything silly like this bother him. It's just a sign to ramp up the pranks - more practical jokes, less subtle, harmless emotional manipulation.

That's what you thought, at least, but when Chris flips the light off that night and sidles up behind you in bed, strong arms slipping around your middle and tugging you back to him, his voice rumbles in your ear - "You gonna tell me you love me, or is this gonna be a problem?"

And Chris is really good at extracting confessions. How badly do you actually want to get some sleep tonight?

Jill Valentine ↪

Doesn't seem to have noticed that you ignored her. Walked right out the door without missing a step, didn't even glance back. Her car pulls out of the garage, her sunglasses on - she seems entirely unbothered.

Oh, she’s bothered.

Jill Valentine is Not Petty™️. And she does not pout when her partner doesn't say ‘I love you’ back. She's in a pissy mood at work for a completely unrelated reason. She's not returning your texts because she's busy at work, not because she's trying (and failing) to give you a taste of your own medicine.

She definitely doesn't carry that storm cloud all the way home with her, doesn't rain on your parade when you cheerfully announce that dinner's ready and on the table.

You're trying everything you can think of to cheer her up. Asking about work got you a noncommittal shrug. You'd offered to draw a bath for her - or (preferably) for the both of you, but she'd dismissed the idea, talking about how it would take up too much time.

She didn't have the heart to shrug you off when you started massaging her shoulders. Despite your silence in the morning, you were clearly intent on taking care of her. Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe you just hadn't heard her.

Her palm presses against your cheek, turns you to face her. She searches your eyes for a moment, her gaze unreadable. "Thanks for dinner. I love you."

Nothing. Fucking nothing. "You're welcome."

Jill knows that look on your face, that shit-eating grin that you're trying to cover up by glancing down, by pretending to be flustered. Her hands grip your hips. She manhandles you into her lap, chair scraping against the floor to make room for the both of you.

"Okay - spill. What's up with you?"

Once you explain, she's not mad about the whole thing, not really. But you can't help but notice that she's been withholding kisses lately, and-- wait.

Fuck. Now she's turned the tables on you.

Leon Kennedy ↪

Keeps finding new and inventive ways to double back inside the house. He's not going to outright ask you what's up - that would make him look desperate, which he’s totally not. He’s definitely not concerned at all that you didn’t complete your morning ritual and send him out the door with an ‘I love you’. He’s a big boy - this isn’t high school, this is his very mature, very adult relationship.

Excuse number one: “Sorry, forgot my keys,” as he makes a show of dropping his keys out of his pocket, onto the living room floor. His eyes are on you when he reaches to grab them. Leon tosses them in his hand, making as much noise as he possibly can. “All right, love you.”

You hold strong. Still no ‘love you’ back. He’s gone for all of 60 seconds when he comes back with excuse number two: “Ah, damn, forgot my badge. I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached.”

His badge is attached to his belt. You can literally see it. When you point that out to him, he makes a show of being relieved, goes so far as to press a kiss to your temple, and says, “God, what would I do without you? Love ya. Have a good day.”

But you hold strong. Until excuse number three:

“Babe, have you seen my gun?”

You laugh, which only makes him laugh - and then he hits you with ‘no, seriously’ while he leans against the doorway, hip cocked. He’s got you figured out by now, knows that if he can make you laugh then you’re not doing this because you’re mad at him or anything. He can't even be mad when you explain it to him. He can only warn you:

"I'm gonna get you for this. Now, c'mon - say it."

Ada Wong ↪

I don't know why you would do this to her to be honest. She just said ‘I love you’. You should be marking your calendar and turning this into a holiday.

She doesn't say it often, at least not while you're conscious. Whether she presses her sentiments into your hair while you sleep against her, drooling against her collar bone, is up for debate. You have no hard evidence and she'll deny the allegations.

It simultaneously is and is not a big deal. She didn't say it because she craved the validation of having you repeat it to her. She said it because she meant it. There's so few concrete truths about herself that she can share with you, but that was one of them. Does it sting a little not to have it returned? Maybe.

She turns the moment over and over in her head, letting it haunt her. You had given her time, she thinks, why can't she give you yours? But your silence is a specter that tinges every moment. It creeps at the edges of every thought, it–

“Hey, you forgot your coffee.”

She turns to see you in the door of your apartment, hanging from the frame with one hand, her cup extended to her in the other. She clicks back to you in her stilettos, and your press a kiss to her cheek when she claims her drink. The guilt of it all ate at you before you could let her leave your sight. “Love you. Be safe.”

She'd spiraled before she even got down to the parking lot. Total loser in love.

[funniestpersonalivefr]

first kiss (resident evil men headcanons)

just some general headcanons with little blurbs, will write the one for the girls soon i promise. includes; albert wesker, leon kennedy, chris redfield, carlos oliveira, and ethan winters. not proofread

albert wesker:

wesker is a man with very deliberate actions

the decision to kiss you was one he had debated for a while

but for the first time in his life, he just went with the flow

total gentleman about it, not wanting to scare you

he lives for how you react to him and his touch

it's a cold chilly night as your boyfriend walks you to your car in the umbrella parking lot. albert wesker and you had only been dating for a few months. once you two had reached your car, he stood in front of you. his intense eyes hidden behind his glasses but his mouth was in a rare smile, one reserved just for you. as you finished up your small talk, albert's hand reached up, grabbing your chin.

"can i kiss you?" he asked softly. you looked up, face flushed at the question before mumbling out your response, "yes, please."

his lips pressed yours in a soft kiss before he pulled away. he mumbled his goodnight to you as he opened your car door and you swore he was blushing a little.

leon s kennedy:

he's a little mess during this

sure he's got corny one liners at the ready

in reality he's stumbling through his words whenever he tries to be smooth with you

it's cute and you love it so he doesn't let it get to him

he's extremely hesitant, you have to take the initiative

you and your rookie cop of a boyfriend were on the front step of your apartment building. the two of you had spent the night out just taking in the city, you could tell leon was nervous as he stuttered out his words. he was too cute, you reached up and pinched his cheek a little causing his face to flush.

"slow down leon, what's on your mind?" you asked him, giving him your full undivided attention as he began to ramble on again.

"i was just thinking that, maybe, if you're okay with it of course, that i could kiss you goodnight? if not that's totally okay and we can pretend this ne-" you cut him off as you pulled him in for a kiss. his entire body tensed up before he relaxed into it, his hands even finding his way to your waist.

chris redfield:

he takes the initiative

once you do kiss he gets all blushy as he tells you how nervous he was

when the actual kiss happens he doesnt quite know where to put his hands

they settle on cupping your face

he's smiling into it the entire time

the two of you are on the couch in chris's apartment. his arm is around your shoulder as the two of you watch a movie, chris laughs loudly at each joke no matter how unfunny they are. you're resting your head on his shoulder as the movie ends and the two of you are left in the dark room. a soft light barely lighting your features.

at this point the two of you are talking, sitting face to face. chris's hands are resting in his lap now and your faces are getting closer. when the two of you become aware of this closeness, he closes the gap. his lips find yours in a soft kiss. as you kiss him back you can feel him smile, his hands cupping your face ever so gently.

as you pull away, you know he's blushing, you can tell by how he's a little giggle. his voice is soft as he holds your hands in his.

"that was amazing," he says.

carlos oliveira:

he's flirting with you

you've had enough at this point and go for it

and you somehow manage to surprise him

although he's back to being a cocky asshole in no time

he'll tease you for this for the rest of time

you roll your eyes as carlos hits you with another cheesey remark. the man's broad stature walking next to you. you could've sworn he was getting you all worked up on purpose. the two of you get into an elevator, finding it completely empty.

fuck it

you pull him down, slamming your lips into yours. you smirk as you can feel his initial surprise and he's quick to push you back against the wall. he pulls away both of your faces flush.

"just needed to get more of me, huh sweetheart?" he says, smiling down at you.

ethan winters:

he's so nervous and awkward about this

he'd hate to make you uncomfortable so expect to have to initiate

ofc once you ask he is excited just filled with glee

he's extremely gentle, his hands are on your neck pulling you close

gives you a small smile afterwards

ethan and you were just hanging around your house, lounging about. it was a day off for the two of you. you hadn't been dating for more than a few months at this point and things moved slowly. the two of you were slowly leaning in without realizing it as you joked around both of you just enjoying the other's company

ethan was aware before you were, you noticed him stiff up. he had always been shy about initiating things and this was no different. you were confused before your brain processed your face's proximity to his. it felt like the right moment.

"ethan? can i kiss you?" you asked softly. he could feel your breath against his lips as he nodded. his breath hitched in his throat as your lips touched his. he let his hands slide up to rest on the sides of your neck. his lips pressing yours deeply. you pull away, your eyes fluttering open to find his gaze on you. he was completely smitten, his lips curled into a small smile as he laughed softly.

[lipglossanon]

As the Rush Comes

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Sugar daddy!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Hello, I love your stories. Do you think you can make a story sugar daddy Leon x sugar baby reader where the reader has behaved badly and Leon has to teach her a lesson with a section of intense sex with punishments and that? It doesn't matter if it's in the car, a room, at home, wherever you want. Only this idea haunts my mind

Dedicated to anon request above; I hope this lives up to expectations 😘 and thank you for your patience cause you asked a while back!! 🫣 

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, daddy kink (but like daddy dom kinda way 🤭), dom Leon, bratty reader, dirty talk, restraints,  collars, spanking, biting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

Not proofread ✌️ 

Title from As the Rush Comes by Motorcycle

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You feel embarrassment as you scroll through the different links setup on the message board. Most people seemed to be pushing a specific site it seems and you bite your lip as you click on the hyperlink, watching the page load. 

It seems pretty straightforward and kinda basic. In just a few minutes, you setup your profile complete with a (hopefully) flattering picture. You’re going to give it a few days and just see where it leads.. it’s not like you’re obligated to reply to anyone or do anything you don’t want to. 

Nodding to yourself, you drop your phone next to you and hide your face in your hands, nerves running rampant. The thought of having a sugar baby profile fills you with anxiety (and just a little excitement).

You fall back on your bed and drum your fingers against your stomach as you gaze up at the ceiling. Feeling a slight vibration at your side from your cell, you pick it up. Eyes quickly reading the notification from the website: ‘LKennedy has sent you (1) message’.

Nervous, you open your phone and read through the short message.

‘Hi, strwaberry_k!ss. I’m starting to get the feeling I should’ve used a screen name and not my actual one.’

You laugh a little to yourself and click on the user’s profile.

“Holy shit,” you mutter out loud.

The profile pic of LKennedy is hot as fuck. It’s only a headshot, but honestly that’s more than enough. Some seriously gorgeous sea dark eyes followed by a chiseled jaw and a full pouty mouth paired with sandy hair meets your roving eyes. This guy messaged you? You feel a rush  of excitement. 

You go back to your messages. Not really knowing what to put, but not wanting to leave the guy on read, you just jot down whatever pops into your head.

‘What can I say? Just trying to be mysterious ;)’

After hitting send, you groan aloud. Smooth, real smooth. Before you can wallow in any more self pity, your phone buzzes, the screen lighting up.

‘I can tell. What brings you to this site?’

You purse your lips in concentration.

‘Curiosity mainly. You?’

‘Boredom.’

You laugh to yourself.

‘I can believe that. You don’t look like you need any help from a website to find attention though ;)’

‘Same could be said about you’

Your belly swoops as you bite your lips trying not to giggle 

‘Well thanks. Tbh I didn’t expect to even talk to anyone on here’

‘And why not?’

‘Idk.. just seems a bit embarrassing haha’

‘A lovely thing like you shouldn’t feel embarrassed’

Your stomach twists with butterflies as you nibble on your lower lip. This could go any number of ways, but you really want to see how far you can get with this ridiculously handsome guy.

‘You think I’m lovely?’

‘Of course. It’s going to sound like a line, but you’re the only one I’ve messaged so far on this site.’

‘Yeah that totally sounds like a line lol’

‘You were just too pretty to pass up, sweetheart’

A hot flush of arousal surges through your body. Drawing in a shaky breath to calm your nerves, you type out a reply. 

‘Oh well that’s flattering.’

‘You’re pretty too’, you quickly follow up. 

Re reading the message, you mentally groan. Should've put hot or handsome, not pretty! Now he’s going to think you’re a total dork!

‘Ha, well thank you. I have to say that’s the first I’ve been called pretty myself.’

You scoff out loud.

‘Uh highly doubt that. You’re seriously hot AF, like a total dilf’ 

You sent it before you could chicken out and delete the last part of your reply.

‘Dilf? That stand for something?’

What!? You panic internally. How does this guy not know what that means? He’s gotta be pulling your leg, right? Right!? You can feel your brain imploding.

‘Uh haha well have you heard of milf?’

‘Sadly, yes.’

‘Kay, well it’s like that but replace the mom with dad...’

There’s radio silence for close to a minute before the text bubble emerged.

‘Ah, now I’m the one who should be flattered. Is that an offer, sweetheart?’

You feel like dying; there’s no way this is really happening to you! You’re going to wake up in the morning and this is all gonna be some weird ass fever dream. 

Sucking up all the courage you have left in your body, your slowly type out a reply.

‘Could be if there’s some interest..’

After hitting send, you close your phone and bury your face in your pillow, to muffle your scream. Your nerves are starting to get the best of you when suddenly your phone goes off, buzzing against your thigh.

‘The name’s Leon. Feel free to contact me here’

You looked down at the notification, dumbfounded, reading the phone number he sends you right after. You seriously got this guy’s number?! Giving yourself a mental high five, you quickly save Leon’s number in your phone. 

Opening up your messages, you shoot him a text saying who you are so he’ll have your number too. Leon texts back quickly. 

‘Hello, sweetheart.’

It seems like no time at all before you guys hit it off and start seeing each other fairly regularly. Leon made it perfectly clear early on that he just wants to take care of someone and doesn’t require anything in return. 

You agree with him until you sweet talk him into visiting your apartment. Then you tease him, rile him up, until he’s railing you seven ways to Sunday, pretty much cementing the fact that you’re more than eager to have some extra benefits with your sugar daddy. 

Today is one of the days you get to spend time with Leon in his penthouse—still blows your mind every time you think about it. You’re excited as always, showing up a few minutes early to let yourself into the suite. 

You hurriedly kick off your shoes and drop your overnight bag down in the foyer. Padding further into Leon’s place, you notice that he hasn’t gotten home yet. You make your way into his bedroom and flop down onto his pristinely made bed. 

You nuzzle your face into the bedspread, sighing as you breathe in Leon’s scent. You wish he’d just keep you here; you know he’d love it, he’s always so stressed and having you here would help him out in more ways that one. 

“Sweetheart, I’m home,” his voice calls out to you. 

“In here!” you yell from the bedroom, listening as you hear his footsteps get closer and closer. 

“Oh, is my pretty baby getting my sheets all messy?” his low voice gives you goosebumps as he joins you on the bed. 

“Mmm yeah, daddy,” you smile up at him. 

“I know a better way to get’em all messy,” he kisses your neck making you sigh and tilt your head. 

“Leon!” you giggle as he noses along your skin to kiss your jaw. 

He places a noisy kiss on your check then pulls himself off of the bed. 

He holds his hand out to you, “C’mon, I got us dinner on the way home.”

You pout as you raise up, “I thought we were going out?”

“I’m too tired, baby,” he pulls you up to your feet and drops a kiss on your head, “let’s just relax at home.”

You try not to show your disappointment; you always love going out to a restaurant with Leon. You love being the one on his arm, watching as other men and women look at you enviously as he pulls out your chair for you or holds the door open. 

You shuffle on sock clad feet into the dining room. Leon has a few take out containers set on the table and you slump down on a seat and pop one open. 

“How was your day?” he asks as he pours you a glass of water. 

You shrug, pushing the food around with a fork, “It was whatever.”

Leon frowns at your tone, but you refuse to look at him. You both eat in silence for a few moments before he clears his throat. 

“Baby, I’m not in the mood today,” he sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “we can go out tomorrow, okay?” 

You’re not even mad about not being able to go out, but there’s this itching underneath your skin that you just can’t ignore. It’s making you irritable and as much as you hate taking it out on Leon, it feels like you can’t control it. 

You scrape your fork against your container over and over until Leon’s hand reaches out to grab your wrist. You look over at him to see his lips pressed into a thin line. 

“You’re really pushing it, sweetheart,” his eyes stay laser focused on yours, his grip on your wrist tightening, “I’ve had a stressful day and I just wanted to come home and forget about it with my pretty girl.”

You shrug, “Okay.”

His eyes narrow as he lets go of your wrist, “Go into the bedroom, take off your clothes, and lay face down on the bed.”

Your heart leaps in your chest but you nod and push away from the table. 

“I’ll be in there as soon as I’m finished,” he states, not watching you leave. 

You shed your clothes as you walk to his room, dropping them on the floor knowing it’s just going to make Leon even more angry with you. Your nipples tighten in anticipation. 

Once you finally make it back to Leon’s bedroom, you crawl on top of the mussed sheets and lay out on your stomach. You try to calm your breathing as you wait for Leon. Accidentally drifting asleep, you groggily come to when you feel a pair of warm, calloused hands running along your bare back down to cup your ass.

“Leon,” you sigh, sleepily. 

A loud smack rings out as heat blooms across your skin where Leon spanks your ass. 

Your whole body jumps but Leon ignores it to land another stinging slap to the opposite cheek. He doesn’t let up even as you cry out, spanking your ass over and over again until the skin is nearly hot to the touch. You arch but don’t move away, enjoying how rough he’s being to you. 

“Leon,” you whimper, clit throbbing as your pussy leaks slick down your thighs. 

“My baby just needs to be put in her place,” he soothes his hand down your hip. 

“Uh huh,” you whine, “need it, please, Leon.”

“Sit still, baby,” he presses down on your back as he moves away from the bed, “need to get a few things.”

You shiver, nipples hard against the sheets making you squirm on the bed. A weight dips down next to you and you feel cool silk wrap around your wrists as Leon tugs your arms behind you back. 

“Be good for me, sweetheart, and your punishment won’t be too bad,” he coos at you as he finishes binding your wrists.  

“Want it, Leon,” you sigh, “want daddy to really give it to me.”

“Oh?” he laughs softly, “daddy need to teach that little pussy to behave?”

“Uh huh,” you moan, “please, she needs it so bad.” 

“It sounds like she’s been a naughty little thing,” his fingers slip between your thighs to rub your slick pussy lips, “you say she needs daddy to teach her a lesson?”

“Yes, yes,” you push your hips down, trying to get him to touch you more, “gotta really give it to her tonight.”

He groans, pulling his hand back to spank your ass making you whimper. 

“Daddy’s gonna do a lot of things to you baby, hope you’re ready.”

Your hips rock into the bed as he spanks you hard. Whining, you press your face against his sheets, pussy throbbing with want as he gropes and slaps your ass. 

“Love your ass,” he kneels down behind you, placing a soft kiss on the blood hot skin, “needs spanked more often.”

You cry out as Leon sinks his teeth into your sore ass cheek, sucking and worrying the skin until you kick your feet out. 

His big biceps wrap around your legs to hold you in place. 

“What’d I say?” he hugs your thighs, kissing the skin he bit. 

“T-to behave,” you gasp out, clit pulsing from being forced to stay still.

“Good girl,” he laughs, “daddy’s gonna help you do that. We don’t wanna kick anyone, right?”

“Right, daddy. ‘M sorry.”

“Mmm you’re perfectly fine, baby.  I know you can’t help it, feels good doesn’t it?” he groans, sinking his teeth back into the same spot. 

You whine high in your throat, legs spasming but being forced to stay still making you drip slick all over the bed. 

Leon ignores your sounds and pleas as he sucks bite after bite into your ass cheeks until they’re throbbing in pain. He keeps going back to the same spots to bite deeper and suck harder making you squeal and press yourself against his mouth.    

“Daddy, s’too much,” you drool into the bedspread, body completely limp to the point Leon’s not even holding you down anymore. 

“Nah, I don’t think so,” he chuckles, spanking your ass to watch your body shudder, “look how much your pussy’s crying baby, she’s loving every second of it.”

“Leon!” you whimper as he dips his head down to lick up the slick covering your thighs, tongue teasing across your pussy lips only to pull away. 

“Mm really making me wanna eat her up,” he says more to himself than you but it makes you arch up.

“You want that?” he spreads your thighs even wider, “want daddy to eat your little cunt, baby?”

“Yes yes,” you choke out, “eat my cunt daddy, please.”

He rolls you over onto your side and lifts your leg up, “Wrap theses thighs around my head, sweet girl.“

You moan as he pillows his head on your bottom leg and presses the other one over his head as he licks into your throbbing pussy. 

You love it but Leon’s being so slow. He’s lapping at your hole and teasingly dipping his tongue inside then changing direction and kissing his way up to your clit to lick and suck on the sensitive bud. 

He hums and groans noisily into your cunt, hands gripping your waist to keep you pressed as close as possible to his mouth. Whining, you squeeze your thighs around his head as you ride his face. Leon goes a little wild at that and roughly fucks his tongue up into your dripping pussy, grinding his nose against your clit harshly.  

He rolls you onto your back, hands now digging uncomfortably into your spine but that gets shoved to the side in favor of the electrifying feeling of Leon devouring your pussy like a man starved. 

“Leon, feels so good,” you whine, rolling down against his mouth, “gonna cum.”

You cry out as he pulls away, landing a smack onto your spit soaked clit. 

“None of that til you earn it,” he grins, wiping your slick off of his chin, “roll back onto your tummy for me, sweetheart.”

Your chest burns with embarrassment at his tone as you roll back over onto your front. 

“That little pussy distracted me, but I’m about to paddle this ass til I think you’ve learned a lesson, okay?” you feel him shift on the bed. 

“Almost forgot,” he laughs under his breath making you feel warm all over, “lift your head a bit. There we go.”

He slips the faux leather collar around your neck and fastens it gently.

“Leon,” you whimper, biting your lip. 

“Not too tight?”

You shake your head no as you relax down into the bed, “No daddy, s’good.”

“Good girl,” he pets your hip making you sigh, “you can be so good when you want to be.”

“M sorry, Leon,” you wiggle against him, “I’ll be good, promise.”

“Too late for that, still gotta spank my girl for acting up,” he lightly taps the paddle down onto your sore ass, “gonna give you ten, if it’s too much you let me know okay?”

You hum, “Yes, daddy.”

Leon ghosts his fingertips against your tender skin and as soon as you relax into the touch, he brings the paddle down to crack against both cheeks. 

You gasp out a low moan as Leon chuckles, “Don’t you sound pretty. That’s one.”

He quickly brings down the paddle until he lands on five. You’re sniffling into the bedsheets by then, skin feeling like it’s on fire. 

“Hurts, daddy,” your tongue is heavy in your mouth.

You hear him set the paddle down on the bed as he smooths his palms down your back to softly ghost over your inflamed skin down to your thighs.   

“Okay, baby.”

He grabs around your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed making you whine as the sheets drag across your swollen clit. 

Looping his fingers through your collar, he pulls you until your spine’s curved with your ass pushed out. Without any warning, he bullies his fat cock deep into your cunt, not stopping until he’s completely bottomed out. 

You squeal and writhe in his grasp, eyes rolling back at the sudden stretch and fullness of your pussy. Giving you no time to adjust, he’s pulling all the way out until only the tip is stretching you open before thrusting back into your soaked hole.

Your whole body thrums with pain and arousal, gasping as the collar pulls against your neck sporadically with his thrusts. 

“Pussy’s just crying for me,” Leon mutters as he grinds his hips against your sore ass making you clench, “fuck, she’s soaked, honey.”

Drooling, your hands scramble at the sheets to push yourself up to keep from choking on the collar, “D-daddy.”

“Take it, honey,” he growls, “you’re gonna take what I give you and you’re gonna like it.”

You shudder and press back against him. Leon groans and lets go of your collar to shove you face down into the bed, roughly yanking your hips back. 

“Tight little pussy,” he grunts, pushing his palm on the middle of your back to keep you still.

He fucks into you hard, making you scream as he knocks the tip of his dick into your cervix making fireworks explode in your head. 

“There we go,” he laughs, hand sliding up your back to press your face into the bed, “gotta make it hurt or you’ll never learn your lesson, baby.”

You can only make punched out little moans of pain as Leon pounds your pussy, the fat head of his cock pressing against your cervix and grinding against the opening. Your legs kick out weakly but he just laughs and smacks your ass with this other hand. 

“Don’t even need to spit on this pretty pussy she’s so wet,” he groans. 

Leon pulls his cock out making you mewl. Shifting around, he presses the bottom of his foot on your head, the other planted firmly on the floor, and fucks down into your pussy at a new angle.

Using both hands to grab onto your hip, he rocks his dick in and out of your dripping hole, slick messily smearing over your cunt. 

You moan loudly, pussy walls clenching down on Leon, sucking him in deeper. He thrusts his cock harder into your  squelching cunt, making your eyes roll back as he grinds against your g-spot. 

“Leon!” 

“Feeling good?” he presses his foot down harder, smushing your drooling face into the bedspread, “want you to cum for me, sweet girl.”

Punched out ah ah ah’s leave your lips, pussy split in two as he bullies his cock repeatedly into your sloppy wet hole. His cock keeps knocking against your g-spot make you squeal and clench down on him, pussy walls fluttering around his fat dick. That little band of arousal snaps and your body thrashes against the sheets, slick coating Leon’s cock as you cum with a loud cry. 

“There we go,” he coos down at your twitching body, aftershocks pulsing through your cunt making you whine, “such a good girl for me.”

Leon moves until he’s standing behind you again, fucking his cock deep into your clenching pussy. 

“Squeeze down on me, pretty thing,” he smacks your ass making you whimper and grind back against him.

“Gonna cum all over your ass since you don’t deserve it in your cute pussy this time, sweetheart.”

You whine, “Please, Leon, please, I’ll be good, please.”

His laugh ends in a groan as you clamp down on his dick, “Oh I’m sure, but this’s to show you how to behave for next time.”

You whine when he pulls out of your cunt, jerking his cock as he shoots hot spurts of cum all over your lower back and ass. After he finishes, you feel his broad palms rub the sticky jizz into your skin with a low laugh. 

“Pretty baby,” he sighs, undoing the restraints on your arms and the collar around your neck, “you okay, honey?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum as he rubs your chafed wrists, “wanna shower.”

He chuckles and kisses your bare shoulder, “Me too, c’mon I’ll help you up.”

Leon bends and scoops you up bridal style as you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I’ll take you out tomorrow night, promise,” he kisses your jaw softly, “now I just wanna take care of you, okay?”

You pet your hands through his hair with a sweet sigh, “Thank you, Leon.”

[sapphire-weapon]

Up to this point in SW, Ada's exposure to Leon has been:

Seeing him during the village fight and then ringing the bell for him

Seeing him getting choked out by Mendez, then watching him stumble his ass over to the gate, unlock it, and head back towards the village

Luis's radio call to him at the start of his castle section

Their very first scene together in his campaign

The "babysitting's tough, huh?" conversation

Seeing him run over to a dying Luis

The "I guess you're not heartless" conversation

That's it.

So, let's explore Ada's feelings as she goes through Separate Ways with regards to Leon, Ashley, and herself.

The very first time Ada hears Leon's voice, it's him teasing Ashley with:

"I wanted to go home, but Ashley had to see this castle first."

The very first time Ada speaks to Leon herself, the first expression of emotion he shows is when she tells him to leave Ashley behind -- and it's anger at her.

The very first time Ada sees Ashley in person, it's this moment ^^^ in the shots.

This is what I mean by SW making the main campaign feel like "The Leon and Ashley Show" from Ada's perspective. Of those seven encounters, four of them have been about Ashley. In fact, the only conversations that Leon and Ada have had up to this point have been about Ashley.

And this happens over and over and over and over again. Ada can't seem to catch Leon at all without Ashley also being in the picture in some way. The boat scene is literally the only conversation they have or moment they share where Ashley doesn't come up at all.

This is what I mean when I say that SW feels like Ada's being forced to bear witness to what her relationship with Leon could have been in Raccoon City if only she'd been honest and genuine with him up front.

The point of having Ada listen in on the "Ashley had to see the castle" line was so that she became aware of what the relationship between Leon and Ashley was actually like. It isn't just business between them; it's warm and playful.

And Ada rejects that, at first. She outright denies it to herself. That's what's really at the heart of her telling Leon to leave Ashley behind -- because Ada, at first, almost doesn't confront Leon at all. She damn near leaves the room before he walks in, but then she thinks better of it at the very last second.

The full line of dialogue of:

"Leave the girl. She's lost no matter what. You walk away now, and who knows? Maybe you'll live to meet me again. And then I might get you that 'greeting' you were looking for."

immediately follows her openly hitting on him ("Not a bad move. Very smooth."), to which he has no reaction. And so she gets more explicit with him. Let's break it down:

"Leave Ashley. She's not important. If you leave her, you'll finally get to have me. That's what you really want, right?"

That's why her actual line isn't framed as a warning. She doesn't double down on it when Leon pushes back on it; her response is: "Right. How about we continue this discussion another time?" It's not about Ashley turning or not turning -- it's not about Leon saving her. It's about Ada offering herself and then feeling "what the fuck" about it when the offer is refused.

But she still denies it to herself. That's why her follow-up line of dialogue once she jumps out of the window is a very coy "See you around, Leon." She still isn't ready to accept that she's been replaced as the focus of his attention and affection -- hence the pettiness of her "Babysitting's tough, huh?" line.

Her attitude only starts to change after Luis's death -- when his dying wish is for her to help Leon. So, Ada puts her pettiness aside and switches from demeaning and belittling Ashley to referring to her as "your friend" instead. It shows a degree of respect while still removing the overt affection from the equation.

But then Krauser runs off with Ashley. Leon's anger boils over, and he shoots Salazar in the face. And now, Ada's reaction is:

But when she finds him right on her heels because he's that fucking pissed and that fucking determined to go after Krauser for Ashley's sake, it still catches her by surprise. It speaks to the depth of Leon's concern and affection for Ashley.

Once again, it reaffirms that Ashley's not just a mission objective to Leon. It's personal, for him.

This leads directly into the boat scene, where Ada tells Leon that his greatest strength is still the love and compassion he has for other people...

... though it's not as if he hears her at all.

The next time Ada sees or hears from Leon, it's her walking in on the "for Luis" scene.

Even though Capcom went out of their way to make sure that Leon and Ashley didn't hold hands because they didn't want people to ship them, because, as we all know, holding hands is a universal sign of romance so that's exactly what they were talking about for sure and hi I'm twelve years old and I don't know how exaggerated anecdotes work what is this? anyway so Leon and Ashley hold hands in this scene even though that's not what Capcom wanted

I mean

Along with the pep talk scene, this is the most intimate scene in the game. Ada is intruding on a very private, vulnerable moment between Leon and Ashley that ends in a promise:

"For Luis."

This is Ada's affirmation that Luis wasn't jerking her around -- he was being genuine about wanting to help Leon and Ashley, and now they're committed to honoring his memory and granting him his dying wish.

And Ada's pettiness finally melts away -- at least, for a time. They have their way of honoring Luis, so now it's time for her to do it her way.

Suddenly, Leon and Ashley's closeness doesn't matter to her anymore -- because it's not about them, and it's not about her. It's about Luis.

Walking out of the comms facility, she hears Ashley successfully fighting off Saddler. Interesting framing here with the jet ski in the foreground.

But interestingly, Ada's focus doesn't fall to her.

There's actually not a single moment in this game where Ada says Ashley's name out loud. Ashley is either "her" or "the girl" or "the president's daughter." No matter how far she comes in this, Ada still can't let go of that last little bit of pettiness. It's still personal for her, and the only reason why Ada helps Ashley at all is because it also helps Leon, which in turn honors Luis.

So, she does do it.

But not for Ashley's sake.

And she isn't about to go out of her way, either.

And then we reach the apex of it all.

Ashley's watching Leon's fight with Saddler with her hands clasped against her chest as though in prayer, as embers float around her like fireflies. This is overtly romantic imagery. I've said this before but: this is so romantic in its imagery and symbolism that it's just straight up on the level of Final Fantasy nonsense.

And not only is Ada forced to reckon with that, but the first and only thing out of Ashley's mouth to her is an order. Not a request. Not a plea. An order.

And all Ada can say in return is:

"On it."

She's lost this fight.

Leon and Ashley (and Luis, to an extent) are a team, and Ada isn't part of that team. She sees it in this moment. Ashley is so comfortable in her place at Leon's side that Ada is a non-factor in the equation all together. That's why she wasn't in the lab with them. Ada acted as Luis's substitute, but in the lab, he was still with them.

"All of this -- removing the parasites -- this was Luis?" "Yeah. We're alive thanks to him."

The matching scars that Leon and Ashley end up with as a result of their radiation surgery are different from the matching scars that Leon and Ada have.

Leon and Ada's scars are a symbol that they once carried the same consequences born of the same mistakes.

Leon and Ashley's scars are a symbol that they once carried each other.

And that’s a huge fucking difference.

Ada feels that difference in that moment.

There is no "Who was that woman, anyway?" "She's like a part of me I can't let go" in this version of the story, because Leon has long since let her go.

And so her pettiness comes back. At the very end, she shoots her final shot:

It's a bookend for and a direct callback to what we were talking about earlier:

"Leave the girl. She's lost no matter what. You walk away now, and who knows? Maybe you'll live to meet me again. And then I might get you that 'greeting' you were looking for."

which really meant:

"Leave Ashley. She's not important. If you leave her, you'll finally get to have me. That's what you really want, right?"

and led into:

"Right. How about we continue this discussion another time?"

She's ready to continue the discussion. One last ditch effort to see if all love is lost between them.

Leon's answer is very clear.

The Leon and Ashley Show isn't over, but Ada's role in it is.

Which leaves her to wonder who and what, exactly, she'll be the next time she and Leon meet now that her status as The Love Interest has been completely and utterly usurped.

[thebrandywine]

hiii. the "you look really pretty right now" prompt is feeling really piers to me.

nini i'm sorry i couldn't just decide on ONE--

"You look really pretty right now."

Piers shivers out a laugh, his heavy eyelids raising as he stares. The man's biceps are tight to either side of his head, his wrists knotted securely to the headboard with a new rope in an obnoxious orange that Leon bought just for him-- his favorite color.

"Do I?" he asks breathlessly. His stomach twitches when Leon sinks his teeth into it, sucking lightly to pull up a mark. "F-fuck."

Leon hums, amused, and smooths his hands up and down Piers' thighs. Those are working to move, too, but his ankles are bound in much the same way as his hands, leaving him wholly immobile and completely at Leon's mercy.

There's something about Piers when he blushes that Leon can just never get enough of, that pink on tan and those hazel eyes blown wide in want. The millions of freckles scattered everywhere, faint as they might be, and how Leon can never keep himself from counting them with his lips until he loses track and has to start again. Piers doesn't have a lot of body hair but the thatch on his chest is nice for Leon to comb his fingers through, to follow as it vanishes on the upper part of his stomach just to reappear below his navel. Then, of course, the happy trail that goes down to Leon's favorite sight on earth.

"Stop teasing me," Piers says. He's still trying to be cute about it, trying to draw Leon in and using every trick he has to get things going, but--

"Thought you said you could take it," he murmurs, tonguing over the mark he's made, exhaling heavily across Piers' skin. "Taste of your own medicine?"

"I can, I just--"

"If you actually want me to stop, I will," Leon says, "but if not…"

He fists Piers loosely, the man having been hard for a while now. Piers' back arches, a relieved moan shuddering out of him. "Fuck, please, please," he mutters, but Leon doesn't move. He twitches his hips up and whines, "Lee."

"We've got all night, pretty boy," Leon teases, giving Piers a single stroke before pulling away. "Think you can last that long?"

--

"You look really pretty right now," Piers grins.

Leon throws him a tired look over his shoulder, half a glare and half exasperation. He's down on his hands and knees scrubbing at the carpet where Lucky barfed while they were out, a bottle of cleaner beside him and the air sharp with the scent of it. They'd changed before Leon had started dealing with it, meaning that he's in a pair of mismatched socks, threadbare sweats, and a stained shirt that's two sizes too big (Chris's, maybe). The sweats cling, and the position he's in gives Piers an excellent view of his ass as it works back and forth with each vigorous scrub.

"Do you want dog barf in our carpet or not?" Leon asks.

"Not," Piers says, laid out in bed on his stomach with his chin propped on his forearms. "I'm just saying."

"Uh huh," Leon mutters, and Piers barely stifles a laugh as the man gets back to work. His ass shakes back and forth, back and forth, back and-- "Quit staring at me."

Piers says, "You're my husband. I'm allowed to stare as much as I want."

"Since when?"

"Since you said 'I do.'"

"You're supposed to save that for the good shit, you know." Leon sits back on his haunches and folds the hand towel in on itself before spraying more cleaner, glancing at Piers again with a raised brow. "Like when we're in bed?"

Piers, more seriously than he means to, says, "Lee, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It doesn't matter what you're wearing or where we are."

The truth of it is that he's spent every moment he's known Leon admiring him and staring at him, watching how the light falls across his face and makes his hair glow, how his smile is only crooked when it's a real one, the way that the years have pressed lines into the corners of his eyes, how he looks back at Piers like he's… worth something.

Leon is pink in the face as he looks away and hunches over the stain again. After a beat, he says, "Shut up."

Piers grins. "Never."

[the-enzyme]

I modified my 3D artist OG-RE4 Leon S. Kennedy head sculpt. I also repainted him, for the gazillionth time, if that wasn't obvious. I have to say, modifying a tiny eyelid was pretty easy to do with the Vallejo Plastic Putty, the only issue is, it doesn't seem to sand all that well. It started to crumble when I tried to sand it. I let it cure for longer than 4-hours, when is supposed to take only one to two hours, according to Vallejo's own website. I had read mixed reviews about it sanding well, or not. I guess it doesn't? Kind of weird, considering it is meant to be filler for models, and then it goes without saying, meant to be sanded afterward for a perfectly smooth finish...?

Regardless, I feel it works well enough for me, for tiny modding projects. I am definitely going to use it again for my Leon, whom I feel happier about right now, but I still know that he's not accurate enough. He'll never be, because he wasn't sculpted accurately enough, and that's pretty sad. However, the only thing I can do is try to make mine as accurate as I can without having to pay someone else to 3D sculpt another one for me. I could try myself, but I live in the middle of nowhere and I don't want to have an adventure trying to figure out how to create a 3D sculp/mesh/file to then have it 3D printed somewhere. I haven't (3D) modeled anything in more than a decade. I feel like my old dusty 3D Max and Maya, are probably not it, for 3D printing and that's all I know. Since those were the programs, we were allowed to use in college, back in the dark ages. When I learned how to 3D model. I believe blender is the popular choice for 3D printing nowadays, but that wasn't allowed so I didn't even bother trying it. Of course, I am not going to be 3D modeling a head at this stage. I much rather mod this boulder of a 1:6 head sculpt. It's a huge head for what it is, and not accurate, but it's all I got! DX

I am happy that I found something that is less wasteful than a tiny .25 oz container of Aves Apoxie, and less expensive as well. I am probably going to try modding my Myou Bettina next, since I wanted to give him smaller eyes, but still don't want to waste money on Aves' clay, when I know I won't get even halfway through the tiny container. Now, I can actually try, without fear of wasting clay, money and possibly sanity. Modifying (relatively) tiny heads is a huge pain in the gut, but I still want my Leon to be more accurate, but not enough to pay anyone again for another failed likeness. I also want my Bettina to have much smaller eyes. He looks too baby faced for my taste. I do love my Leon so far, I feel he makes a gorgeous looking figure. However, I want my OG-RE4 Leon to be accurate and this is not it. I sanded his upper lid a lot, the 3D sculptor gave him te droopiest lids ever, I also sanded his jaw quite a bit -- Leon has a very roundish head. Not sure what the artist was thinking. I added an actual upper eyelid with the Vallejo putty, because the 3D-sculptor didn't give him any. Certainly not even close of an eye-shape as Leons, but I feel like I'm doing good progress. I wanted to see what the putty was like, before doing heavier eye mods. Now I kind of know, so I am comfortable moving on. I will try first on m Bettina, however, because that is an even larger head, with huger eyes to try plenty of times, without worrying too much about heavy damage (I hope!).

The 1st image and the last two were taken with my older than dust cellphone. I like the way those look, the "newer" phone adds a lot of noise/grain, for absolutely no reason, and also the colors are kind of gross, but they are all samsung phones, so I have no clue why the "newer" ones suck so badly -- I suck at taking photos as well, but I need all the help I can get. The "newer" phone, doesn't do me any favors. Sadly.

[agonycrossbow]

Up to this point in SW, Ada's exposure to Leon has been:

Seeing him during the village fight and then ringing the bell for him

Seeing him getting choked out by Mendez, then watching him stumble his ass over to the gate, unlock it, and head back towards the village

Luis's radio call to him at the start of his castle section

Their very first scene together in his campaign

The "babysitting's tough, huh?" conversation

Seeing him run over to a dying Luis

The "I guess you're not heartless" conversation

That's it.

So, let's explore Ada's feelings as she goes through Separate Ways with regards to Leon, Ashley, and herself.

The very first time Ada hears Leon's voice, it's him teasing Ashley with:

"I wanted to go home, but Ashley had to see this castle first."

The very first time Ada speaks to Leon herself, the first expression of emotion he shows is when she tells him to leave Ashley behind -- and it's anger at her.

The very first time Ada sees Ashley in person, it's this moment ^^^ in the shots.

This is what I mean by SW making the main campaign feel like "The Leon and Ashley Show" from Ada's perspective. Of those seven encounters, four of them have been about Ashley. In fact, the only conversations that Leon and Ada have had up to this point have been about Ashley.

And this happens over and over and over and over again. Ada can't seem to catch Leon at all without Ashley also being in the picture in some way. The boat scene is literally the only conversation they have or moment they share where Ashley doesn't come up at all.

This is what I mean when I say that SW feels like Ada's being forced to bear witness to what her relationship with Leon could have been in Raccoon City if only she'd been honest and genuine with him up front.

The point of having Ada listen in on the "Ashley had to see the castle" line was so that she became aware of what the relationship between Leon and Ashley was actually like. It isn't just business between them; it's warm and playful.

And Ada rejects that, at first. She outright denies it to herself. That's what's really at the heart of her telling Leon to leave Ashley behind -- because Ada, at first, almost doesn't confront Leon at all. She damn near leaves the room before he walks in, but then she thinks better of it at the very last second.

The full line of dialogue of:

"Leave the girl. She's lost no matter what. You walk away now, and who knows? Maybe you'll live to meet me again. And then I might get you that 'greeting' you were looking for."

immediately follows her openly hitting on him ("Not a bad move. Very smooth."), to which he has no reaction. And so she gets more explicit with him. Let's break it down:

"Leave Ashley. She's not important. If you leave her, you'll finally get to have me. That's what you really want, right?"

That's why her actual line isn't framed as a warning. She doesn't double down on it when Leon pushes back on it; her response is: "Right. How about we continue this discussion another time?" It's not about Ashley turning or not turning -- it's not about Leon saving her. It's about Ada offering herself and then feeling "what the fuck" about it when the offer is refused.

But she still denies it to herself. That's why her follow-up line of dialogue once she jumps out of the window is a very coy "See you around, Leon." She still isn't ready to accept that she's been replaced as the focus of his attention and affection -- hence the pettiness of her "Babysitting's tough, huh?" line.

Her attitude only starts to change after Luis's death -- when his dying wish is for her to help Leon. So, Ada puts her pettiness aside and switches from demeaning and belittling Ashley to referring to her as "your friend" instead. It shows a degree of respect while still removing the overt affection from the equation.

But then Krauser runs off with Ashley. Leon's anger boils over, and he shoots Salazar in the face. And now, Ada's reaction is:

But when she finds him right on her heels because he's that fucking pissed and that fucking determined to go after Krauser for Ashley's sake, it still catches her by surprise. It speaks to the depth of Leon's concern and affection for Ashley.

Once again, it reaffirms that Ashley's not just a mission objective to Leon. It's personal, for him.

This leads directly into the boat scene, where Ada tells Leon that his greatest strength is still the love and compassion he has for other people...

... though it's not as if he hears her at all.

The next time Ada sees or hears from Leon, it's her walking in on the "for Luis" scene.

Along with the pep talk scene, this is the most intimate scene in the game. Ada is intruding on a very private, vulnerable moment between Leon and Ashley that ends in a promise:

"For Luis."

This is Ada's affirmation that Luis wasn't jerking her around -- he was being genuine about wanting to help Leon and Ashley, and now they're committed to honoring his memory and granting him his dying wish.

And Ada's pettiness finally melts away -- at least, for a time. They have their way of honoring Luis, so now it's time for her to do it her way.

Suddenly, Leon and Ashley's closeness doesn't matter to her anymore -- because it's not about them, and it's not about her. It's about Luis.

Walking out of the comms facility, she hears Ashley successfully fighting off Saddler. Interesting framing here with the jet ski in the foreground.

But interestingly, Ada's focus doesn't fall to her.

There's actually not a single moment in this game where Ada says Ashley's name out loud. Ashley is either "her" or "the girl" or "the president's daughter." No matter how far she comes in this, Ada still can't let go of that last little bit of pettiness. It's still personal for her, and the only reason why Ada helps Ashley at all is because it also helps Leon, which in turn honors Luis.

So, she does do it.

But not for Ashley's sake.

And she isn't about to go out of her way, either.

And then we reach the apex of it all.

Ashley's watching Leon's fight with Saddler with her hands clasped against her chest as though in prayer, as embers float around her like fireflies. This is overtly romantic imagery. I've said this before but: this is so romantic in its imagery and symbolism that it's just straight up on the level of Final Fantasy nonsense.

And not only is Ada forced to reckon with that, but the first and only thing out of Ashley's mouth to her is an order. Not a request. Not a plea. An order.

And all Ada can say in return is:

"I'm on it."

She's lost this fight.

Leon and Ashley (and Luis, to an extent) are a team, and Ada isn't part of that team. She sees it in this moment. Ashley is so comfortable in her place at Leon's side that Ada is a non-factor in the equation all together. That's why she wasn't in the lab with them. Ada acted as Luis's substitute, but in the lab, he was still with them.

"All of this -- removing the parasites -- this was Luis?" "Yeah. We're alive thanks to him."

The matching scars that Leon and Ashley end up with as a result of their radiation surgery are different from the matching scars that Leon and Ada have.

Leon and Ada's scars are a symbol that they once carried the same consequences born of the same mistakes.

Leon and Ashley's scars are a symbol that they once carried each other.

And that’s a huge fucking difference.

Ada feels that difference in that moment.

There is no "Who was that woman, anyway?" "She's like a part of me I can't let go" in this version of the story, because Leon has long since let her go.

And so her pettiness comes back. At the very end, she shoots her final shot:

It's a bookend for and a direct callback to what we were talking about earlier:

"Leave the girl. She's lost no matter what. You walk away now, and who knows? Maybe you'll live to meet me again. And then I might get you that 'greeting' you were looking for."

which really meant:

"Leave Ashley. She's not important. If you leave her, you'll finally get to have me. That's what you really want, right?"

and led into:

"Right. How about we continue this discussion another time?"

She's ready to continue the discussion. One last ditch effort to see if all love is lost between them.

Leon's answer is very clear.

The Leon and Ashley Show isn't over, but Ada's role in it is.

Which leaves her to wonder who and what, exactly, she'll be the next time she and Leon meet now that her status as The Love Interest has been completely and utterly usurped.

[crow-talks-hockey]

ok i think there's something very interesting about talking the five best forwards in this league... and this is in no way me actually ranking them 1-5, i'm just pointing out something curious about their play so here i go

starting with mcdavid: connor plays a fast, smooth game. mostly offensive. he doesn't need to barrel through guys, he just cuts through them like a hot knife through butter and it's highly effective. he also doesn't need to play a gritty, defensive game. all his power can and does go into being the best offensive player out there and it's because of his speed

now we pan over to matthews: similar to mcdavid, auston seems to play more quickly offensively like connor does. he isn't nearly as fast, but he's very effective anyway. he plays slightly grittier, but still plays more of a connor-eque game than the people i'm going to mention next.

draisaitl: leon is a pretty good mix of fast versus strong offense. he leans more to the fast side, but when it's needed he'll barrel through you with pretty much no problem. he isn't afraid to get into a bit of a scrum, but it's rare that we really see him bother with fighting especially since he often doesn't need to. he plays everywhere more evenly than i think connor does. so the main difference would be that leon plays a bit better defensively than connor needs to.

mackinnon: nate is the best mix of speed and strength paired with a rounded game. this doesn't mean he's better than connor, but for me it places him pretty firmly in that second spot even though leon's still very close. i just think nate plays the well-rounded approach better than leon. he has that fire in him, and he will more willingly start or finish a fight than some people give him credit for. nate can also just as easily pick your pocket and cut through you as he can use brute force to split the defenders and score. he works pretty well in the defensive zone, too, which makes him a perfect blend. i know i'm more biased since the avs are my first team, but i do find myself blown away at everything he does. sorry for the essay lol

and finally, our beloved rat king, tkachuk: matthew is frankly wild to me because it doesn't make sense how he can be so gritty and get under guys skin while being such a star player. but that seems to just be the tkachuk thing. he'll chirp you into the sun or take a penalty or even get ejected and then he makes up for it by leaving you in the dust and scoring something beautiful. it's pretty impressive, and it's very rare to see in the league anymore. he never seems to tire and he's one of those players you need on a team. matthew actually uses his dirty style of game and pays it forward into his sheer talent. i'm super glad more people are starting to recognize his brilliance this year, cos it's been super fun to watch honestly.

basically. it's just cool too analyze the similarities and differences between the (mostly agreed on) top five forwards rn. personally my list goes; connor, nate, leon, matthew, and then auston :3

[imhereforscm]

The gods if they ever went to an escape room

Warning: Dirty joke ahead, if you see any grammar/spelling mistakes... *Sobs into pillow* I tried.

(I love all the gods, so don't come at me for bullying your babes. I'm only joking.)

Leon

Orders Karno around to find the clues.

Keeps making Zyglavis angry and now the workers have the entertainment of their lives.

Karno abandons him.

The people working there have to take him out by the end of this, because boi is STOOPID.

"Karno, I want you to- Karno? Karnoooooooo!"

Scorpio

Curses.

Screeches.

BEGS Zyglavis to let him sacrifice Ichthys.

"Zyg, look at me. This will solve all of our problems."

Teorus

Even if he finds a clue, he'll get lost, so what's the point?

Dui has to hold his hand the entire time, so he doesn't get lost.

"Weird. I remember seeing the EXACT same room 10 minutes ago. Why would they set up two identical rooms?"

Dui

They DID get lost and now the escape room people have to get them out.

Shadow Dui is punching the air, wanting to come out and break his way through the walls.

Or Teorus' face.

He wants to break something. Anything.

"Teorus... How do I put this...? We're lost." —Dui

"We don't need a key, we can use the bull's face and break down the door." —Shadow Dui

Huedhaut

He's the reason why they all managed to get out.

Is tempted to leave their butts there to suffer.

100% sure he says some top of the line roasts, which end up in "Things players have said during escape rooms" tiktoks.

"I was never friends with any of them, so I'm not betraying anyone."

Ichthys

Oh boy, when he finds the cameras.

Surely this evening has led to many ideas for pranks for the very very near future. (Like, the second they get out.)

100% breaks something.

"Scorpy broke it! Come to think of it, he's always angry, right?👀"

Karno

Feels refreshed once he abandons Leon.

But that doesn't mean he can relax. No.

He still has 9 more children (because Hue can manage) that need to be kept alive.

Tries to look for Teorus and Dui, but gets sick of it soon enough and turns his back on them, like "fuck them kids."

"Maybe if Leon never gets out I'll get a promotion. I deserve it after all."

Zyglavis

Is in the brink of allowing Scorpio to sacrifice Ichthys.

Probably actually allows it, but the cameras provide way too many witnesses.

Finds out about Leon's hopeless ass and praises the escape workers, because "bless them."

Constantly stressing out about the possibility of Ichthys breaking anything.

"Ichth-... What's that in your mouth...? Don't make me come over there! Show me. What's in. Your. Mou-"

Aigonorus

Is sleeping the entire time. (They brought him along though, because "Ohana means family family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.")

The only thing that got him out is Tauxolouve, who carried him.

Probably fell asleep on a button/pushed something and ended up solving a riddle by pure accident.

With the way he F E L L down to hibernate, the workers thought he fainted or even died.

*snores loudly beside Tauxolouve's ear*

Krioff

Keeps pressing the help buttons, because "What is that circle on the wall?"

Also brings his face REALLY close to the cameras and stares at the souls of the workers without even blinking.

(He's adorable through the whole thing though. Let's face it.)

"So humans like to decorate their walls with pushable buttons? Nice."

Tauxolouve

Tries to flirt his way out, but let's face it. Trying to be smooth and sexy with a sleeping man on your back, is not very feasible.

Ngl, kinda helps with the clues. (But that's still not even to escape Huedhaut's big revenge.)

"Aigo, I don't know if you're hurting my back or my ego more right now."

Partheno

Also flirts with everything in his way.

Forgets they have cameras and makes pervy comments to Zyglavis and Scorpio.

Once he finds out about the cameras, he does it even more.

"I sure can push the button, but I would prefer pushing you against the wall and-" "Partheno!"

Results

Hue makes the final decision and traps everyone back in the room.

Now he sits with the workers, enjoying the show of everyone trying to get the fuck out without him.

"Wine anyone?"

(Lol, what if the MC worked at an escape room and the gods were players.)

[a-tale-of-legends]

There's no doubt in my mind that the protags are often compared to the previous champion once they gain the title, regardless of who that champion was. But I do think that the Sinnoh and Galar ones have it the worst.

Cynthia is constantly treated as this major threat by the fandom. In game maybe less so, but I wouldn't be surprised if people thought of Cynthia as The Cynthia, you know. So here comes this kid, an 11 year old I must add, who just takes up Cynthia's title? Impossible, there must have been a fluke! Or better yet, Cynthia went easy on her, there's no way someone like Danica would become champion, right? I don't think in the early years of Danica's champion reign she ever really noticed these comments. They weren't exactly the majority and for the most part Danica was living her best life, battling others, training pokemon, gaining an interest in baking. But it's when she gets a little older she actually starts to hear these things said about her. About how she's an imposter. A mere shadow of what Cynthia was. I think that got her really depressed for a while, honestly. Which sucks bc this girl loves battling. Being champion was something she earned and loved, but that small majority just made it so hard. However, I do think that Danica was able to overcome this. At least until Kiran went missing, since at that point she stepped down as Champion. Mostly to focus on finding Kiran, but I wouldn't be surprised if the girl was just tired.

Galar is a while other story, since we can really easily get a sense of how people could react to a champion. Again, while I believe - for the most part - the general public was happy that Naomi was their champion, you can't tell me that the transition from " The Unbeatable Champion Leon!" to " Naomi" isn't jarring to the more die hard fans. Again, like Cynthia, I wouldn't be surprised if some people called Naomi's victory a fluke, that she cheated somehow and that she should be dethroned as champion. Unlike Cynthia n Danica, I think this small majority is waaaay louder than what Sinnoh has to offer. Tabloids talking about Naomi, "analyzing" her battle with Leon, people picking apart everything she does ( mind you, she is just 15. A 15 year old with anxiety mind you). Leon and the rest of the league honestly do a good job at blocking this noise out, making Naomi's reign as champion as smooth as it possibly can be, but shits tough. Especially for Naomi who's still building her confidence as time goes on. Again, she has a large support system that makes things easier, and eventually she's able to not give a damn....most times. But the first year or so was. Rough. It does not help that she's a Chosen and has to deal with Chosen Shit. ( Though, the wolves also pull in their weight in making sure Naomi is feeling as good as she can be. Fogging up cameras is a signature move of theirs~)

Last thing before I end this off is that the most scrutiny that Kenji has faced was when he proposed the splitting of the league. Which, I mean, fair, that's pretty big and it wasn't surprising to hear people not be a fan of that. But I also think, in smaller doses, Kenji does get compared to Red a lot. I mean. Kid from small town that turned out to be a pokemon battling prodigy and single handedly defeated team rocket? Not hard to compare the two. And at first, it was something that Kenji loved. Red was his hero after all. But then he met Red. And then, after that, he grew up and started to do his own thing, make his own path. The phase " Wow, your just like Red!" started to lose its warmth. He didn't take offense to it! Just that it wasn't like how he was as a kid. And then the phrase turned into " Why can't you be more like Red?", mostly in the fact that Kenji was a very extroverted, energetic kid, while Red is " cool calm and collected". The phrase doesn't come up often, in fact it was pretty rare, but when it does, it hurts. Kenji is already dealing with his own self doubt as is, wanting to live up to what he assumes everyone's expectations of him, as well as ( as mean as this sounds) to be what Red couldn't. So to hear " why can't you be like Red", fucking hurts. Blue can attest to this, it's not fun. It's no fault of Red of course. Kenji knows that Red is just as hurt by the pedestal he's been placed on as Kenji is the one being compared to him. But it hurts. It's like what he's already doing isn't enough. Like he isn't enough. Why can't he be enough?

And yeah, that's some oc angst for yah!

[crowtrobotx]

The set up: I wrote a fic where Chris proposes to Mia... like 3 hours after Ethan dies because in his mind "This gives me an excuse to protect Mia and Rose without anyone asking any questions as we know people are after them." So far, so good! EXCEPT! Ethan had a family. A family that were already a bit frustrated at how Ethan had to suddenly cut them off in weird ways. And Erica had already lost someone to weird government stuff before. When she was about 9, her best friend's family moved to Raccoon City and then suddenly died when it exploded. Erica never got answers so growing up, she spent her time trying to figure out what exactly happened. And the name "Chris Redfield" popped up quite a bit... So she doesn't trust the BSAA, she never trusted Chris and Jill when they showed up to support Mia during Ethan's (Very delayed) funeral. (Cover story was Ethan fell down a chasm while hiking and they never found the body. Erica wonders if Mia murdered him) and because of all this she becomes a reporter. (Elliot is an accountant and a foodie. Never figured out what Ezra did) She gets sent to Paris to do a bunch of journalism at once, including interviewing Claire Redfield. This is also when Mia and Chris' "Honeymoon" arrive in Paris. She obviously never told them, and they never told HER they got married - let alone that it was fake. This drives Mia into having.... a really bad night while Claire tries to smooth things over by taking Rose and Erica out for the evening. Dropping Rose off the next day with Claire and seeing that Mia and Chris were... not as lovey dovey in Paris as one would think, she asks Mia for the Truth. And she gets it. All of it. How her brother was no longer human. how he REALLY died. What Chris was doing. What Rose was. And with that Erica joins the little Conspiracy of Chris, Mia, Claire, Jill, and Leon to figure out who the heck wants Rose, what the BSAA are doing, and why. I'm not very good at creating OC's. I look more for gaps in the story or abilities that they need to fill, and I honestly really like Erica. She's suspicious but not paranoid. She's tough but she listens to things. She plans ahead as much as she can but she goes with the flow too. She got a pet lizard the holiday after Brittany died because her family didn't know what to do and decided presents was SOMETHING and she named the lizard Brittany. She uses her jouranlism skills to help them in the end. (the fic is "As Long As You Should Have Lived" and I wish I had an excuse to go back to the world since I've finished it. But it ends nicely with no need. I do feel like Erica and her family are still kicking around in RE unless Capcom declares Ethan an only child Orphan. While the relationship between Chris, Mia,duty, grief, and guilt is the core of the fic, Erica is her own angle on those themes too. I love her. She also looks like Ethan's female twin for the most part too. Or a 30 year old Rose)

WHAT this sounds so interesting!! I really like this because I think there is a significant lack of information about what on earth happened between RE8 and the SoR DLC (I don't buy the half-assed "explanations" they give in game at all.) Erica sounds so cool, I love her. I am partial to OC's who are reporters (Kris is a journalist in Chrysalis) so I already love her. What kind of lizard is Brittany?? I think creating OC's is genuinely quite hard when working with existing material and it doesn't get appreciated enough. Like, sure, you can just make any guy and shove them into the story, and honestly sometimes that is very fun and turns out well, but having them actually feel like they fit and belong is sometimes a monumental task. I think looking for gaps and someone to fill them is a great strategy! And frankly even if Capcom canonized Ethan being an only child, I would ignore it lol. They are so, so bad at consistency in their own lore and it's borderline comical.

[stridingseer]

I'm back and i've got several for that ask meme I'm not sorry.

Dieck/Klein or MetalTango

3. 11. 12. 14. 19. 21. 22. 26. 28. 31. 38. 51.

Watch me do both >:3 (throwing it all under read more because I cannot shut up)

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Klein/Dieck: I mean, Klein would if Dieck actually WORE shirts, anything the mercenary owns is technically free game (this does not go both ways unfortunately). Klein is a whore and a whore for Dieck!! Anything to keep his old guard chasing after him!!

Metaltango: DEFINITELY, well at least Leon can fit into Krauser's clothing. Meanwhile vice versa, Krauser finds the clothing to be rather slim fitting. They will be lucky if the fabric doesn't tear when he moves. Maybe that's a good thing.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Klein/Dieck: I'm sure Dieck tries to hide his feelings except Klein is like a battering ram who is all 'I need to know what you think about this'. Given how much Klein is desperate to connect again, it's understandable that he would like to learn about Dieck's tells. On the flip side Klein's very much different from the young boy he used to be. Dieck, being older, thus infinitely wiser can probably tell except Klein definitely puts up a mask if he's required to.

Metaltango: Leon is the compartmentalization king, go king! Try not to think about shit and end up having it ruin your life later down the line! He is just, bad at grieving in a way and holds many of his emotions on his sleeve as he fundamentally cannot hold his feelings about certain things back. Meanwhile Krauser is much more open these things, still there's this mask at play that Leon can't even get through to given how much LONGER Krauser has been in the service.

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

Klein/Dieck: I do think it happens, rarely, but it happens. Mainly because Klein thinks he can fight on the front lines (that bow is not a front line weapon). Dieck meanwhile gets an earful for taking risks for EVERYONE else. He is not expendable to Klein, never.

Metaltango: OH DEFINITELY. They genuinely disagree on certain things (ie: Krauser thinks it's okay to hurt people who hurt him; Leon does not think that and wants to protect people). It's genuinely the root of their differences and issues. Though really they don't really resolve it as it's something that is the core of their characters. For Krauser, lashing out will always be easier than trying to protect, revenge is the way to go. You hurt me and must be hurt in return while Leon wants to protect. Anything to keep those innocent people safe even if he is no longer one. That being said, I can feel Krauser lecturing Leon each time he does something horribly stupid, that they can talk through.

19. How do they feel about PDA?

Klein/Dieck: Klein, being from the Reglay estate has absolutely no issues showing PDA. Like he does it willingly and is all: this is my husband!! clap for him!!! I love him so much!! To Klein, it comes as easily as breathing while Dieck admittedly feels quite awkward about it. There IS the whole age gap + power imbalance so he generally keeps it away from the public eye if he can (doesn't always work).

Metaltango: Krauser is handsy, very quite handsy about Leon but they are still very much stuck in the early 2000s which means they could get discharged JUST for being queer which is a thing. But alone? It's a free estate.

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

Klein/Dieck: Klein will do it for Dieck, absolutely no questions asked. He's 19 and stupid for it but I can definitely seeing it go both ways (Possessive!Dieck is such a delicious plot bun) given by the sheer fact of how much they respect each other. And I like to think, because Clarine is his sister, Klein knows a bit about healing and can patch up Dieck's injuries even though he's not exactly the best at it.

Metaltango: okay so I am NOT going off the english dub for this but I can definitely see CN Leon, at least back during training, willing to fight for Krauser's honor. The two of them come off like two people with a bad fallout but are still fundamentally fond of each other than I can see it happening. Not saying that Krauser wouldn't do it, rather, he's just a whole lot meaner about it. He is the Mean Major and good lord is he gonna make it everyone else's problem. Absolutely terrifying if you anger him. Though despite Leon's training in Raccoon City where he DID patch up his own wounds, I can see this going either way. (Purely going off from the Chinese dub. English dub is a lot iffier since I only see Krauser doing it only to give Leon an earful).

22. What reminds each of their partner?

Klein/Dieck: I would say like, anything and everything but I can't help but wonder if Dieck links the colour of purple with the Reglays in general rather than to Etruria. Later it becomes the weapons they use, for Klein, those swords that mercenaries carry. There is of course, lions. Why wouldn't he? That's what Dieck has saved him from a lifetime ago. It's something that goes both ways. What would have happened if Dieck had let Klein be killed that day in the arena? Would it have been one of his biggest regrets? A what if that sits all the wrong in his mind.

Metaltango: Knives (this goes both ways), I have an entire grief fic surrounding Leon post RE4 where he has to deal with what he's done. Specifically what it feels like to KNOW you have killed someone important to their lives. Like he unpacks, finds the knife and the first wave of grief hits him like a stab in the chest. He's killed the man who made him who he is, the one who is responsible for why he succeeded in his mission. For all Leon knows, Krauser doesn't even leave him a dog tag to keep. It's all this knife to remind him of the legacy that he continues to live on as. Because by the end of the day, Leon is very much the last piece - someone who knows Krauser well enough - to remember him even at all. Krauser meanwhile, well, it's also still knives because that's what he trained Leon with personally. That's what defines they relationship first and foremost. Teacher and student.

26. What are their vices?

Klein/Dieck: I like to think they both drink a bit. But Klein later takes up drinking coffee while Dieck has a sweet tooth (never been able to curb it but rarely gets candy anyways).

Metaltango: Leon drinks and Krauser smokes. It's in the canon and I am going to go with it.

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

Klein/Dieck: If you consider 'Little Master' and 'Old Man' to be pet names, then yes. It's very much pet name (affectionate).

Metaltango: Krauser uses 'Rookie' and 'kid' a LOT for Leon (not boy scout) which depends on how his delivery is said. And the other way around? 'Old man' and 'Major' itself technically also work.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

Klein/Dieck: Klein is very handsy, if Dieck lets him sit on his lap, you BET he's going to do it. Absolutely shameless. Like completely while Dieck is a lot more lowkey about his touch in general since y'know, class differences. Klein meanwhile probably does not even give a shit about it. He does as he so wishes.

Metaltango: Leon is very much about casual touch!! Just all about making sure Krauser is there considering what he has gone through in Raccoon City. It's a way of reassuring himself that his Major is there with him. Though lots of knees touching and placing his head on Krauser's shoulders, kinda like a cat.

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

Klein/Dieck: see SEE I love the idea of Dieck being Klein's first. It does something to my brain but he is also the one to experiment with shit. Alternatively: Klein has previous relationships just SO when he eventually does (he knows he will) run into Dieck again, he can fuck Dieck the way the mercenary deserves!! But I also just!! love the idea of Dieck having specific kinks too (lingerie go brrr) that he wraps Klein into.

Metaltango: Have you seen Leon? have you seen him? He is all pretty looks and absolutely no game. Maybe he had sex with his girlfriend before going off to Raccoon City but who even knows because afterwards he misses most of his shots. Krauser is the one shot he DOES hit but it's more to do with the fact that he's pretty. They just make each other worse (aka they get each other into weaponplay + roleplay and there is NO looking back)

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Klein/Dieck: so much physical touch and reassuring each other that they're there. For Dieck, it's always turning back to make sure Klein is safe while for Klein it's reassuring that his old guard is there. He's not losing him again.

Metaltango: do knife fight counts? And Krauser setting up the whole ruins for the second fight. It uh, I guess it kinda counts. But sparring is a love language actually. There's nothing that says it more than sparring and patching each other's wounds (I would also put cooking for each other but I don't think either of them CAN cook)

[rescuefield-a]

@deadaim asked : "I thought I'd find you here."

hands rise up in the air as soon as she hears leon's voice, head turning just enough to see his expression when she says "i swear officer, i wasn't stealing the extra soap bars!" - except that she was totally about to, if anything to remember the brand to buy back home. eventually she lifts up and bars are left in the little basket under the sink, suddenly more interested in the agent's presence in her hotel room.

wrinkles on sweatpants get smoothed as she walks out of the bathroom, leg still dragged behind though acting tough in front of leon rather than give him another reason for him to think she always gets in trouble. "before you ask, i'm fine. doctor stitched me up and everything." hand pats gently on her thigh before leaning towards the bed to retrieve an hoodie to throw on the crop top she's wearing - sudden change of air in the room almost making claire feel like she's standing inside an ice cube.

"downing, or whatever his name actually is, said he got a sample from the G-virus right in raccoon city, but there's something about it that doesn't make sense to me." she begins - a bad feeling sitting at the pit of her stomach even though her theories could be totally wrong, after all she's no scientist. "they were selling to the black market, but do you think sherry could be in danger? should we try to reach out?" there's an hint of uncertainty in her tone, last think claire wants to do is scare the girl but then again she's already had this bad feeling for a long time by now, and the secrecy her current legal guardian puts sherry through sure doesn't do any favours.

frustrated sigh pushes out of lips as gaze drops on her watch - it's past midnight and she can't help but wonder if this visit is supposed to be a goodbye before going back to their busy schedules. finally she looks up at leon, curious gaze studying him behind glasses. "do you need me for your report notes or you're waiting for me to ask if you're staying over?" light hearted laugh is paired with question, though claire would be lying if she didn't admit company would be good in a moment like this. "because in that case, be my guest."

[sapphire-weapon]

Thinking about Damnation and Vendetta, I can't deckde what type of drunk Leon is. I mean, lf course he can alternate between them, but there's gonna be a dominant trend. He's either a mean drunk or a sad, crying one. Maybe both at the same time. Idk, do you have thoughts/headcanons on this?

Based on my own personal experience of being around a lot of drunk people, I'd say that Leon is a very specific breed of drunk who doesn't have his mood affected by alcohol per se, but rather, alcohol just sort of takes the limiters off of his id.

So whatever his basest, worst impulse is at any given moment is usually what's going to come out. He doesn't become a completely different person; alcohol doesn't change certain things that are fixed in place like a moral compass is. But all social niceties get thrown out the window.

So if Leon is deep in the bottle and you piss him off, you're going to know about it, and he's not going to be nice about letting you know about it; he's far more likely to take a swing, too, than he otherwise ever would be.

If he catches sight of someone he'd like to fuck, they are going to know about it, and probably not in a smooth, sexy way.

If his urge in that moment is to just wallow in his own misery because he finds it cathartic, that's exactly what he's going to do, and he doesn't care to be reasonable about it.

Basically, Leon bottles up his bullshit so much and pushes down his true feelings to such an extreme extent that there's not just one mood for the lowered inhibitions of the influence of alcohol to tap into. All of that ugly shit just gets dragged to the surface without regard for timing or context. Everything that he wouldn't express normally just comes spilling out without control or remorse.

Honestly, it's probably one of the main reasons Leon drinks in the first place. It allows him to actually express his feelings in a genuine way, and there's probably something almost therapeutic about that for him.

[brainshock-alpha]

For the fanfic ask game: F, K, T!

[francis york morgan voice] FK in the Tea...!

F. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

just one, huh? well, i certainly could talk about sth from trans pt or my piersmet works or even hylics stuff, buuuut i've always kinda wanted to go over this short kingsm*n work, so :) it's not long wordcount-wise so i'll just paste the whole thing...

"Richy said you're a G-man," Roxy, in that solemn manner peculiar to children, informed her father. It was late in the afternoon, and Noel held her hand as they made their way out of the park. He said in his gentle baritone, "What is a G-man?" "A government man. But not just anyone working for the government. Someone who does shady stuff that they don't want anybody to know about." This was not necessarily cause for concern. For all that he viewed sociability as an eternally developing area of research, Noel conducted himself with the utmost discretion—more than could be said of some of his associates. Any suspicion of his actual occupation as Agent Percival was most assuredly borne of a child's imagination. He simply asked her, "And what did you say about that?" "I told him—and I told him nicely, even though I knew that he already knew—'Mr. Noel is a tailor. He makes clothes for gentlemen.' And he said..." She scrunched up her little face. "He said a very naughty word." "All right." So he released her hand and crouched low, and she approached him to whisper in his ear, "He said, 'That's bullshit.'" "I see." He straightened up and smoothed his jacket, Roxy patiently waiting before slotting her hand back into his. "Did your cousin explain why he believes such a thing?" "He did. He asked why do I think you're hardly around, and always wear fancy suits, and don't talk that much?" She hesitated, then admitted, "I wasn't sure so I didn't say anything." "Well, in order: I don't live nearby; I work at one of the world's finest tailor shops; and in general I prefer listening over speaking." She mulled over his words. At last she asked, "But are you a G-man, or not?" "No, Roxy. I am not employed by the government in any capacity," Noel answered, plain and direct. He checked his watch and looked to his daughter. "Twenty minutes till I return you to your mum. That's enough time for some ice cream, isn't it?" "Yes, it is," she agreed politely. A broad grin gave away her true enthusiasm.

it defs has several things that i'd refine further were i writing it today, especially since noel/percival was my first attempt at (intentionally) writing an autistic character. still, i like how much it implies about the characters in this short a space! roxy is able to speak pretty freely to her father, yet she calls him mr. noel to other people, hinting at a bit of distance between them (and of course, it's revealed ("revealed") at the end that he and her mother are separated in some way).

in turn noel engages in conversation with her instead of dismissing the subject as ridiculous or inappropriate or w/e. and the very ordinary framing of how he lets roxy whisper a bad word into his ear suggests this sorta thing is routine for them, doesn't it? but yeah overall i guess i just like how their words and actions show a lot of respect for each other :)

K. What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

honestly i think i've already told you LOL but sure i'll talk about it here. in recent memory, one is an undert*le sorta spin on swsh where leon had the power to save, which is how he was able to remain undefeated for so long, but then he lost it to the protagonist. and he goes through not just a load of self-doubt upon losing his safety net but also a load of existential horror when the protag turns out to be not as benevolent as he is...

it's a fun thought experiment (as au's often are) but not something i'm actually interested in creating A Work about. the angstiest idea that i've ever followed through on is, i think, the "because i could not stop for death" ingo comic.

T. Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

already answered! :)

[icantswim-03]

So I’ve decided to continue my Greek Mythology AU

If there was someone who were to be the god of daddy issues, it would surely be Matthew. There isn't a fiber in Matthew's existence that doesn't hate his father. He spent countless hours conjuring up ways to kill his father, begging the Fates to have a hand in his demise. Unfortunately, it's impossible because Matthew's father is the god of the underworld, Hades.

The bastard not only holds Matthew's mother, Persephone, hostage every year, but during those dull, grey months, Matthew is trapped alongside her.

Matthew loves his mother, she's the only vibrancy in the entirety of the underworld. It makes Matthew sick to think of just how dispicable the underworld actually is. It's all bleak and grey, shadows and darkness, cold and unyielding. It's not a place to be raised in.

Luckily, Matthew is allowed to leave when the winter months are over and he finally can see the sunshine, feel the warmth soak into his skin. He can wander over the earth, interact with unsuspecting mortals and be free to do as he wishes. But, most importantly, he gets to see his grandma, Demeter, and his brother, Brady.

Matthew often finds himself wishing he were Brady. They share a wonderful mother, but Brady lucked out in the second parent department, being the only son of Nike. Brady is so likeable. He has their mother's charm and radiance and his own mama's tactility and hunger for success. Matthew can't relate, often his gloom and despair from his father over-riding the glow that was passed on from his mother.

It seems that nothing can dim his mother's spirit, even as they lounge in the heart of Hades' palace, sitting back from the hearth that burns ominously. Hades is off somewhere, probably ruining someone else's eternal life. It's just Matthew and Persephone, hip to hip on the loveseat situated in front of the fire.

Matthew startles slightly when he feels a hand in his hair. "Cheer up, love. Only 3 weeks and we're out of here." His mother soothes, noticing his tense muscles that seem ever-present during the miserable months with his father.

"Goodie," Matthew dryly retorts.

"I think that Iris is due back here today." Persephone mutters, offhandedly.

"Is she bringing Leon?" Matthew sits up straighter, seemingly excited.

"Since your father is out, I don't see why not." She smiles, happy to see her son a little less miserable.

"Yes!" Matthew jumps off the couch, sparks flying from the whisps of his curls.

"Easy darling, don't want to burn anything." She gestures towards his heating locks.

Matthew smooths down his hair, trying to tame his ability. He's ashamed of it, his emotions shown through his hair. He puts out the licks of flame, face blazing red in shame.

"No need to be ashamed, Matthew." Persephone notices the grimace on his face. She stands up, walking the few steps to her son, gently cradling his face in her palm. "I know you aren't fond of anything that can link you to your father, but just remember that this is your own life, your father isn't you and you aren't him. Be your own individual and don't let him dictate your fate."

Matthew is still embarrassed, not so much about his flaming hair (although it is a bit humiliating sometimes) but because of this talk. One that his mother has to go through with him often. It makes him feel incompetent, like a child needing a pep talk to do something on his own.

"No frowning, now." She smooths her thumb over the crease in between his brow. "Leon is coming soon!"

The thought of seeing Leon, the only friend he ever gets to see in the underworld, makes him gleam again, but he tries to dampen his emotions so he doesn't scold his mother's hands.

"Go make sure your letters to grandma and Brady are ready! Or you won't be able to talk to them until we leave!" Persephone shoos him off to his room.

Matthew gathers the letters, rereading the one he wrote to his brother.

Brady,

In less than a month, we'll be reunited. I can't wait to see you and I know mom feels the same.

I have a new toy to bring along. Hades is lending me his helmet of invisibility. As much as I dislike my father, he sure does have some sweet gadgets.

We should go to Crete, I've heard it's beautiful in spring. The Naiads are kind of rude there, so maybe we should keep away from the ponds.

Be good for Nike or I'll stick Cerberus on you!

Until I'm free again,

Matthew