#k byeeeeee

[night-triumphantt]

It is @cashweasel’s bday today!!!! I don’t rlly have words I just wanna let u know ily and appreciate u bestie and I hope your day is amazing as u <3 also yea I thought the blorbos absolutely needed to be animated smooching I hope u like it fhdkfjdkdjdjd

[dailyanimal]

weird blurry pink horse?

[mouthwatch]

I'm kinda stuck on the next chapter of Oculesics and Hunger so does anyone have one-shot ideas? I need to write but my brain is out of ideas :P

[temporal-discounting]

So. Erm.... I did a thing I have never done before. May I interest you in a tale of what might have happened if Ned Low hadn't gatecrashed Calypso’s birthday? (I think you can probably guess 👀)

Please enjoy 6.5k words of feelings and very tender, loving Gentlebeard sexy times (Rated E). If that's your sort of thing.

[mmiirage]

guess who watched sonic 3 in the theaters (i have the shadow syndrome now 💥💥💥)

[itspikamefan]

Ok but for a Solid Second I genuinely thought Ojima just CHOSE to ignore Monomoko. Like his beef was just so strong that he heard Monomoko calling for the Student Interview, knowing what it entailed, and just NOPED the fuck out of there. Funniest Shit Ive ever seen.

[kindahoping4forever]

5SOS: Friendly reminder that he doesn't just drum. He DRUMS.

[gay-flyboys]

WIP WThursday

Uhhhh yeah this is a day late so what I'm gay if you complain that's homophobic also I'm not tagging anyone bc it's a day late (also I h8 tagging ppl) BUT my ass is actually writing again which is craazzzyyyyyyyyyy anyway thanks @rockyroadkylers 🫶🏻

Eventually, once the silence seems to be nearly suffocating, he asks, “Why are we here?” Alex tenses like he wasn’t expecting to be interrogated, despite the fact that he’s the one who insisted they meet again. His shoulders go high around his neck, a breath held in his chest before being exhaled all at once. Alex drops his head—chin to sternum—before squinting back up at the stony face of Arthur. “I know you don’t trust me.” Henry laughs, unable to hold back at the absurd truth of the statement. Even still, he finds it in himself to be contrarian. “I must trust you some—would I be here with you if I didn’t?” It’s Alex’s turn to laugh, then. “You know, I’ve been lucky enough to travel a lot, in my life,” he says.

(for reference the stony face of Arthur is a statue. He is, in fact, still dead)

[upsidedownsmore]

classes starting up again after spring break and oh my god there's barely more than a month to get these projects in finished states oh fuck oh god i'm going to explode this schedule was such a mistake oh my god literally growing gray hairs as we speak

worst part is that i care a lot for most of the school work but im having to choose between which ones to actually put attention into cause i literally don't have enough time or energy in the day to split across everything god i cant wait for summer when i can just relax and focus on my own shit for once cause god that felt so unbelievably good during spring break

[night-triumphantt]

Mmmm its share something Sunday technically speaking and, mostly i just want to share the wip I started between now and when i literally posted 2 seconds ago FDSFSFDSF

Ive had this boy in my head and in my sketchbook for a literal month and i decided now is the time so here u go look at my infamous mc and resident bastard clown, also whoever said the girl who’s indecisive ab tattoos should give them to her characters was wrong and i am suffering greatly

anyway! If yall wanna share @lilas im uno reversing you and also @cashweasel @lavampira @veeples @usurper-clay @sosolenoo @punkranger pls share wips if you feel like it I’d like to see FDSFDSFS

[hillerska-official]

btw the tag to block if you don't wanna see promo from me is #yr3 spoilers

[legendaryrooftopscene]

I downloaded a manga app for the first time in a decade. I am very clearly behind on current mangas. Any recs? I like pretty much all genres except sports and lot of gore/violence. I like romance, primarily, doesn’t have to be QL but that’s a bonus.

[gigabyte-flare]

Insatiable (Part 1)

Summary: You are a researcher for D.S.O. who is responsible for studying Leon Kennedy as Las Plagas overtakes him, maybe even finding a cure. He starts to take a liking to you, too much of a liking to you.

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

A/N: Heavily inspired by this artwork by @chanif-art on Tumblr along with Project Scorpion by @tagzpite. Literally could not get this idea out of my head until I wrote it down. Definitely going to be another series. We're also going to pretend D.S.O. was founded way sooner than 2011 k byeeeeee

“I fought a war and I learned how to win, but how do you fight when the enemy’s within?”

You step out of an elevator led by two armed D.S.O. operatives in tactical gear deep underground at HQ, your white lab coat flowing gently as you walk forward. Grasped in your right hand is a voice recorder. You and the operatives go through a series of heavy steel doors leading you into the bowels of the underground facility.

Is all this really necessary? you think to yourself as you’re led deeper into the abyss.

Finally, you’re brought to a single cell enclosed with clear polycarbonate panels with steel reinforcements. In this cell was a man sitting in a chair that was bolted into the floor, his hands chained behind his back and his legs chained to the legs of the chair. This man is Agent Leon S. Kennedy. You approach one of the panels closest to the steel door keeping him in. 

Switching the voice recorder on and bringing it to your mouth, you state your name before continuing, “The year is 2004. The subject is field agent Leon Scott Kennedy, currently 27 years old and exhibiting the late stages of Las Plagas infestation, his body is covered in dark, vein like marks. Subject is currently slumped over in the chair. He appears to be catatonic.”

Bringing the recorder away from your mouth, you motion to one of the operatives to guard the door. You input a passcode into a key panel next to the door. It lets out a hiss as it slowly swings open. As you step in, the door swings closed and locks.

You bring the recorder back to your mouth and continue, “Agent Kennedy?”

You watch as Leon slowly lifts his head, his face completely covered in the dark veins, his once blue eyes now have a slight red tinge to them, it makes your stomach twist in sorrow, he used to be such a handsome man.

“Subject appears to still have some cognitive ability left as he immediately recognized his name. We’re still trying to understand how he hasn’t broken down now that the alpha Plagas host, Osmund Saddler, has been destroyed--”

“I’m right here, you know,” Leon suddenly spoke, making you jump.

“Ag-Agent Kennedy!” you reply, eyes wide in shock that he’s able to speak. 

“Please, just call me Leon, sweetheart.”

His dark gaze seemed to pierce straight into your very soul. You collect yourself, clearing your throat.

“How are you feeling, Leon?”

Leon looks down at himself, tugging gently at his restraints before looking back up at you, “all things considered, I actually feel pretty damn good.”

“That’s… good, I guess,” you reply, your nervousness clear in your voice. 

You hadn’t prepared for this, every researcher that attempted to interact with him got absolutely nothing out of him, hence why they sent you down. You argued with them, not seeing the point but now you began to realize that the difference was they were all men, you were a woman. 

“Awww… there’s no need to be so nervous, sweetheart, it’s just me, Leon Kennedy. I promise I don’t bite,” he says, a small smirk appearing on his lips, “hard.”

“Do you know where you are and why you’re here, Leon?”

He lets out a chuckle, “yeah, I’m in D.S.O.’s research facility because I’m turning into a monster.”

“That’s putting it rather bluntly, but yes, that’s correct.”

“About time they sent someone cute down here to visit me, the rest were much too dull. If I wasn’t chained up, I’d ask you out to dinner and a movie.”

You feel yourself blushing, “that’s… very kind of you Leon, however that won’t be happening anytime soon, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name,” he growls, a sinister grin overtaking him.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest as your eyes widen at him. This wasn’t like Leon at all, the parasite was clearly twisting his thoughts. You panic, turning around to motion the operatives to open the door and let you out. As soon as you’re out of the cell, you briskly walk away from the cell as fast as you can, not once looking back. You could have swore you heard Leon’s laugh echo after you. 

“I am not going back down there, are you insane?!”

“You’re the first person he has actually spoken to since he got back from Spain,” the lead researcher, Bryan said, setting your voice recorder down onto his desk. 

“So? Your point? I’m not doing it and that’s final!”

“Look, this recording gives us valuable data on him, it’s clear that the Plagas inside him is mutating into a more dominant strain. It must know it’s the last one left,” Bryan said, pleading with you.

“So we’re just going to poke and prod him like he’s some guinea pig? Leon wouldn’t have wanted that! Are you sure there’s no way we can cure him?”

“If we attempt to remove the parasite now, it will kill him--”

“Then let’s put him out of his misery, this isn’t right!”

The silence between you was deafening. After a few minutes, Bryan finally spoke.

“Judging by this recording, the Plagas has one thing on its mind.”

“Which is…?”

Bryan looked up at you, letting out a heavy sigh, “reproduction.”

“All the more reason I shouldn’t be going back down there!”

“He’ll be restrained and you’ll have at least two operatives with you at all times, you’ll be safe,” Bryan leans forward on his desk, folding his hands together, “the data you collect from Agent Kennedy is invaluable in finding out how the parasite works, just… go down and talk to him. I know yesterday was unnerving but there is one thing he said that is true, he’s just Leon Kennedy. He’s in there somewhere, even if the Plagas is influencing him.”

You cross your arms, staring at the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh before looking back up at Bryan, “fine. But I want hazard pay.”

“Consider it done, here’s your recorder back,” Bryan says, sliding the recorder across the desk towards you. 

You grab the recorder of the desk, turning on your heel to walk out of Bryan’s office.

“You are to report down there in an hour, you hear me?” Bryan calls after you just as you walk out the door.

You fight the urge to flip him off, thinking better of it. You walk down the hall into your office, getting your lab coat back on and sitting at your desk. You press play on the recorder, listening back on your interaction with Leon several times. There was one part where you repeated it several times, sending chills down your spine.

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name.”

How long had Leon been locked down here, chained to this chair? How many men in lab coats came and tried to talk to him? He knew he was a lost cause, why were they keeping him alive? How many times did he wish death would come and take him in his sleep?

But then you came, awakening something in him.

Your natural scent filled the cell completely, so many hours had gone by and he could still smell you and you smelled absolutely divine. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way your voice was so sweet yet filled with drive and intelligence. The way you blushed when he flirted with you. The way your heartbeat began to race at just the mere mention of taking you.

God you were so cute when you ran off, all flustered, he couldn’t help but laugh; he hadn’t felt alive like that in so long. His reminiscing was interrupted suddenly when he could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Lifting his head, he practically began to salivate when he saw you had returned.

You came back to me, baby, where you belong…

“The subject appears to be conscious and alert, he watched us as soon as we were in his line of sight,” you say as he watches you speak into the voice recorder. 

With a hiss, the door opens and you step inside. Leon breathed in deep, taking in the smell of you, you smelled even better than you had yesterday. He feels his cock twitch in his pants in excitement. He watches as the door behind you closes and locks, just like it had yesterday, trapping you in here with him.

Curse these fucking chains…

“You’re more lively today, Leon, care to tell me why?” you ask, your voice flat and void of any emotion.

“How about you tell me why you smell so nice,” Leon replies, grinning at you, drool running from his mouth down his chin.

He watches you shift uncomfortably before you continue, “I’m not answering that.”

Leon scoffs, shaking his head, “then I’m not going to talk to you, sweetheart.”

You take a deep breath, “if I’m going to be honest, I don’t know why I smell so nice to you, Leon.”

His red eyes scan up and down your form, imagining it without all those needless clothes. Imagining himself pinning you to the floor and fucking you stupid. A strange, clicking sound came out of him from the back of his throat as he pulled aggressively on the chains holding him to the chair. He watches as the two men with guns outside become alert. Leon lets out a low growl as he glares at them.

You turn to face the men, signaling to them to stand down. He watches them both relax before you return your attention to him. 

“The transformation appears to be progressing faster than expected,” you say into the recorder, “are you in any pain, Leon?”

Leon slowly shakes his head, “no, just unbelievably horny, doll.”

“We have reason to believe the subject is displaying an increased libido due to the fact that the parasite inside him knows it’s the last of its kind.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, that’s awfully rude.”

“Fine,” you say, lowering the recorder away from your mouth, “what do you want to talk about, Leon?”

“You should ask those nice boys out there to take these chains off me,” Leon purrs, staring at you longingly.

“Absolutely not, Leon,” you reply, crossing your arms, “those chains are there for my safety as well as your own, at least until we can get the Plagas out of your body.” “I think I’m too far gone for that, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, the sorrow clear in your eyes, “I am so sorry that this is what you have become, Leon.”

“I’m not,” Leon says as that sinister grin overtakes him again; he starts to chuckle.

“Leon,” you begin, stepping closer and kneeling down to be eye level with Leon, “I know the real you is in there, somewhere, you have to fight it.”

Your scent was almost enough to drive him crazy, you were delectable. He licks his lips, that clicking sound coming out from this throat again. His eyes are locked on you and he sees you glance down briefly before looking back into his eyes. He knew what you were looking at, you were looking at the noticeable bulge in his cargo pants.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Leon says, his body visibly trembling.

You don’t respond, you simply stare at him with that same sad look in your eyes. How could you not want him as much as he wanted you. His lips curl into a snarl.

“Let me FUCK YOU!” he growls, lunging forward, the bolts in the chair letting out a loud screech as they’re bent slightly.

You stumble back, falling backwards onto the floor as Leon continues to struggle violently. The two men with guns come rushing in, one of them grabbing you off the floor while the other shoots a tranquilizer dart into Leon’s thigh. Leon feels the effects almost instantly, his body becomes limp as he becomes sluggish, his mouth hanging agape as he watches you get led out of the room by the two men, the door shutting and locking behind them as you’re led away.

“Mine,” he whispers in his last moments of consciousness, “all mine.”

Part 2

[self-made-purgatories]

I just finished the first chapter of The Entropy Effect, the second book in the Star Trek novels series. So far in this book:

1. Kirk and Spock make a plan for a meeting with a person of some importance. In the middle of the meeting, Spock improvises a complete 180* change to their previous plan. Kirk follows his lead and just backs him up, no hesitation, trusting him to explain it later. (Perfectly normal captain - first officer bestie behavior, I'm sure.)

2. Kirk is reunited with a woman he used to have a crush on many years ago, and the two of them seem to be having some flirty chemistry. In the middle of their time together, Spock suddenly calls Kirk with a very mundane non-urgent request and Kirk basically goes, "Ope, my husband Spock needs me to go do something, guess I better drop everything and go, k byeeeeee"

3. Kirk and Spock have this adorable exchange:

"Mysteriouser and mysteriouser." He glanced at Spock, expecting a questioning gaze in response to his poor grammar. Kirk did not feel up to trying to explain Lewis Carroll to a Vulcan, much less Lewis Carroll misquoted. But then Spock said, straight-faced, "Curious, sir. Most curious, sir." Kirk laughed, surprise allowing him a sudden release of tension.

4. Bonus: Most of the crew is on shore leave. Bones is drunk.

5. Bonus bonus: Sulu has long hair and a (female) love interest. He is teaching her to fence, she is teaching him judo. She is "straddling his hips" (giving him a massage) by page 9. THEN she asks his first name. They are just friends!! for now. but, based on vibes, my guess is they are about ten pages away from fucking on the gymnasium floor. or maybe I've been reading too much fanfiction

This is all in chapter one.

Based on the image on the front cover (and the fact that the first novel in the series is the novelization of The Motion Picture), it appears this is a just-post-TMP-era story. The fact that this is older and wiser Kirk, Spock, and Sulu (and, in my headcanon, married Spirk) up to these shenanigans just warms my heart.

[polturn]

What do leery mimics do when they possess you? Just goof off and make mischief because coyotes are tricksters? Or do they like kill you? And can it happen to like dogs or wolves? What happens if a coywolf gets struck? Also are there mime clown apes? K byeeeeee

Thanks for the questions!

They dont kill the people they possess. There really is no other intention behind it other than their own entertainment, curiosity, and yes mischief.

The Leerys mischievousness is a nod to the trickster coyote. I dont see it as something happening with another type of canid anyway, because I like that it being a coyote grounds the creature in the desert of north america. Theres an inspiration throughline of "altered states" in all the mimic designs and the Leerys possession of people is supposed to also be able to be read as a peyote trip.

The mimics series is mainly a character design exercise for me. (atm they dont have plot beyond their backstories)

The inspiration throughlines in all the mimic creature designs are: altered states of consciousness, folklore, human interactions with wild animals/nature (specifically fumbled or negative interactions), and mimes/clowns/harlequins (kinda random but whatever).

The mime part is kinda baked into the "mimic" concept, buuuuut I have wanted to design a species based off of the term "mimetolith".

Mimetoliths are an example of pareidolia, which is a type of apophenia (the tendency to perceive meaningful connections between unrelated things). Apophenia can be taken to the extreme where it could be listed as a symptom of schizophrenia. To me this fits into my altered states of conciousness inspiration. I also have ideas about rock stacking I wanted to work in...

ooooo u got me thinkin... might work on a new creature design tonight to add to the mimics

[chdarling]

Re: part of your answer on a recent ask..

“I have been feeling very useless and alone lately in the face of everything happening in my country and the world. I won’t go deeply into that, but I’ve spent a lot of time unhealthily and somewhat brutally interrogating myself over what can I even do to combat all of this, when the only thing I know HOW to do is write my stupid little stories? And what good does that do anyone, really? In the face of a fascist takeover, a burning planet, a lingering (and looming) pandemic, an intolerable onslaught of grief and loss, what is the point or value of my fuckin’ Harry Potter fanfiction? Of art at all? Of me?”

Yes, communion and connection, as you say - but also, I’d like to point out something you might already know, but feels like it should be said aloud, just in case:

Your work specifically challenges the reader to look for the ways each of us can influence the world around us. Like yeah, ok, on one level it’s fuckin Harry Potter fan fiction. But it’s HP fan fiction about a time of rampant oppression, of fascism and selfishness and violence and hatred. And all the ways ordinary people, small people, seemingly insignificant people can interrupt all that.

Storytelling of any kind is community building, and we need that. But the kind of storytelling you’ve put out into the world with TLE specifically is a spark, a beacon, a bit of inspiration for the reader to find the ways they can be better, encourage others to be better, and (maybe most importantly IMO) ALLOW and ACCEPT when others do evolve - without releasing accountability.

Revolutionary acts come in lots of forms. It’s not all public stands and heroic, grand sacrifices or battles. Sometimes it’s just a vision of what we could be, if we tried, just a little. You’ve painted that picture for your audience (which is vast) with the way you write. You are writing a very clear reflection of revolution. And that’s revolutionary in itself.

K. That’s all I got. Byeeeeee

That gif is incredible punctuation to this beautiful message and I love it so much hahaha.

Thank you for these kind words. I am once again struggling to articulate a decent response, but I’m incredibly honored and touched and feeling motivated to go write some more, which is a hell of a thing for me right now. Thank you ❤️