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American Psycho Killer
Summary: Leon S. Kennedy, a man whoâs taken his duty of protection very seriously. Heâll do anything to ensure the safety of people, especially the safety of one particular girl.
Warning: stalking, murdering, mentions of planned murder, mentions of drugs and drug abuse, gore (kinda), death, masturbation (m receiving), smut, creampie, yan!leon, not proofread lol, fem reader, psychopathic.
A/N: I did my research for this as I wanted this to sound a little spooky teehee :3
[part two]
âI got you under my skinâ - Mirotic, TVXQ!
Psychopath vs. Sociopath. The popular argument in between psychologists.
Leon never really cared enough to get himself checked out but there were signs. He didnât feel empathy for others, his moves were calculated and heâs highly educated. He has a well paying career, he pretends to be this normal guy when in reality, heâs psychopathic.
What defines a psychopath apart from a sociopath? Psychopaths, at least in Leonâs case, cannot form established bonds with others. He doesnât feel guilt or sad when he sees a person die by his hands.
His job already requires him to kill so this was an easy feat. He doesnât care. He canât feel anything.
He couldnât feel anything until you came along.
Leon lived in this apartment complex just downtown of a city in the state. The apartment was big and had security cameras all around. It was well guarded and the people were kind.
When he saw the new neighbor move in, he felt weird. He narrowed his eyes as he watched you from the window of his apartment loft. He was growing suspicious at his behavior. Why did his chest feel warm? Why is his heart beating fast? Why are his hands sweating?
He didnât know. Up to this point he didnât feel anything but you brought something to him and it made him uneasy. So he decided to keep an eye on you.
Days passed after you moved in and you settled just fine. The old lady at the end of the hall brought you cookies, a sweet old lady. She talked to Leon a few times and he didnât think much of her other than just as his neighbor. Nothing more.
But if you were to ask him what he thought of you? Oh boy, he thought a lot of things. Both good and bad.
Being a psychopath isnât praised in society. Only 1% of the population is considered one and no one knew he belonged to that percentage. And heâd like to keep it that way; his excuse for his behavior was his job. He always left early in the morning and came back late at night. A manipulator and a liar is what he was, and a very good one.
Heâs seen you leave your apartment from time to time. Youâd take out the trash, went out with your friends- heâs seen everything you do.
Leon isnât stupid, heâs attentive and observant. He leaves no trace behind of the murder he just committed. The male neighbor across from your door saw you one day when you walked out of your door with a short dress.
The man eye-fucked you so much he literally almost started drooling. Leon cringed and found him repulsive. How dare he look at you like you were some meat on the market?
He felt anger and disgust. No one should look at you like that. No one.
So, one summer day, he made up an excuse to visit him. Something about a water pipe connecting to his sink that didnât make it work. Like I said, Leon is a good manipulator and a good liar. He always gets what he wants.
The male neighbor invited him in and closed the door behind him. He offered Leon a beer, to which he refused. He found liquor and other substances repulsive. He walked over to the manâs kitchen sink and began to inspect it.
He noticed the manâs sink had a garbage disposal unit. Thatâs pretty dangerous, he thought to himself.
He walked over to where the man was sitting. The male neighbor was sitting on his reclining couch as he watched a game with a cup of beer on the stand next to him. The neighbor was so engrossed on the football game that he didnât notice Leon slipping something into his drink.
Leon was smart. Dangerously smart. He knew everything when it came to death- he worked in the DSO, of course he knew some things. He knew the effects of alprazolam and what it does to the brain.
So when he lied to a psychiatrist about his insomnia and got prescribed some Xanax, he crushed a high dosage into fine powder and slipped it into the manâs beer.
Stupid bastard, Leon thought to himself.
He watched as the male neighbor took a sip of his drink and Leon waited. Xanax is a powerful drug, can cause hallucinations and make your brain become a little too calm. Youâre bound to fall asleep at some point. And with the amount Leon dropped into his drink, he knew heâd knock out sooner than later.
After a few minutes of âtinkeringâ with the manâs sink. He got up and went to check on the man again.
And sure as hell did the man find himself in a profound slumber. His snores layering with the sound of the TV.
Too easy, Leon smirked to himself. He put on some elastic gloves and made sure he wore shoes that wouldnât leave footprints. In case things would get messy, of course.
He poured the manâs drink down the sink to get rid of the evidence. He then thought hard about how he should go about this.
Thereâs many different ways one can commit murder but Leon wanted the cleanest one. So he came up with one.
He brought pans to the stove and made it seem like the man was cooking something for himself. He partially cooked a stupid egg and left it there. Leon went back to where the man was sitting and dragged him out of his couch and towards the kitchen. Since this manâs place was small, the kitchen and dining area were joined together. He sat there man down on the dining table, which happened to be near the stove. He took out the manâs phone and put it in the manâs hand to make it seem like he was using it.
Leon went back to the kitchen and continued to prepare the scene. He took out bottles of alcohol the man had and poured them down the drain to make it look like heâd had a few drinks. He took a single cup from the cup rack and filled it up halfway. With the cup and bottle of whiskey in both hands, he walked back to the table where the man was sitting and laid them on the table. He took the half empty cup and smeared the manâs lip on the rim. You must cover every single detail.
He even poured a little alcohol into the manâs already parted lips. Leon walked back to the stoved and kept the gas on. Now all he needed to do was wait and let nature do its thing.
Leon walked out of his apartment, pretending to still be talking to the man since there was a camera on the corner of the hall. As the door opened, the camera couldnât record that Leon had been talking to himself. It made the act believable.
With a smile, Leon walked back to his place and stayed there.
A few hours passed and it started to get dark outside, each resident was inside their unit and ready to go to sleep when the fire alarm began to sound. Everyone was forced to evacuate the premises as the firefighters came to the scene.
You saw as the ambulance brought out a stretcher into the building. Someone was still inside, you thought to yourself as your eyes widened and your heart rate increased. You tried to move but felt someoneâs hand on your arm, it was Leon.
âDonât. Itâs too dangerous,â he replied in a serious tone as he stared at you with those cold blue eyes. You pinched your brows together. He was right. If you were to try and save the person, youâd die in the process. You nodded defeatedly and he let go of your arm. He stood there watching you- analyzing you.
You had a good heart, he thought. Too good for his liking. That made you an easy target for people and he loathed the idea of people exploiting your kindness. He vowed to protect you, to mark his hands dirty for you.
As the EMT brought back the stretcher, you could see a person lying there lifeless. All the other residents immediately started to mutter amongst themselves, some started to cry and others gasped in shock. You simply stood there, wide eyed and jaw slack. Leonâs expression remained unchanged as he watched you react to the manâs death. The man deserved it, he thought to himself.
Couldnât you see that he was protecting you? Youâll come around eventually, he thought.
As the ambulance left the area, the firefighters started to clear the smoke as the police arrived. The police began to do their investigation as the firefighters checked the unit and deemed it good after clearing out the fire and the smoke. One police officer began to make her way to the apartment as the other stayed behind with the residents to ask questions.
Leon was a smooth talker. A trait most psychopaths had. He could get himself out of any situation and he could lie. So when the police asked him what had happened, Leon simply replied with, âIâm not sure. I went to his apartment to check his water supply as my sink stopped working and he lived next to me. I noticed he was making himself some food but I was too busy checking our pipes. He reeked of alcohol and barely spoke to me,â Leonâs tone was different. He sounded likey he spoke the truth.
You couldnât help but listen to his words. To you, they are true. You saw him walk out of the manâs apartment.
The investigation was deemed as self-manslaughter. The police believed that the man suffered from deliberate alcohol poisoning which caused him to pass out in the process of cooking himself some food.
This made news headlines. Everyone believed the story but they thought the man was stupid enough to cook while he was drunk. Many of the residents believed it, he was a known alcoholic. Leon was never caught.
He was watching you from the window, months after the incident occurred. You had just come back from your college lecture. Leon knew. He stalked you, he followed you.
He knew your weekly routine. Monday through Thursday you had lectures. On Friday, you did work study. And the weekends were reserved for your personal time. He felt proud of you for balancing your life. You lived healthily and he couldnât help but feel proud at your decisions. He knew you were smart enough to take care of yourself.
He knew the campus you went to, he knew the classes you were taking, he knew your major- he knew everything. But he pretended like he didnât.
So when he saw you in the parking lot, right next to his car and you had trouble with your groceries, he couldnât help but feel like your knight in shining armor. With his hardened expression, he asked you in his stern and serious voice, âNeed some help?â
You smiled sheepishly and nodded, âYeah⊠you donât mind helping me?â You scratched your head awkwardly. On the inside, he found it adorable. But on the outside, he maintained his cool. He nodded and walked over to your car to retrieve the bags of groceries you bought. He was so strong he carried all the bags to your apartment door. You thanked him graciously and invited him inside.
âYou can put them on the table, Iâll assort them,â you said as you took of your jacket and hanged it on the rack right next to the door. He nodded and walked over to the dining table, where he put all the bags with food. He took this opportunity to look around your place.
You kept it simple. It was nice, colorful, but nice. You had tons of books on your shelves, he took a mental note that you probably liked to stay indoors. He noticed the way your laptop and a few papers were scattered on the couch and coffee table, you were studious and dedicated to your education. He silently applauded you in his head. He liked that about you. You had goals and ambitions.
âThank you, again. I owe you one,â you walked up to him and gave him a warm, genuine smile. He looked down at you and nodded again. Pretty smile, he thought to himself.
âItâs no problem, let me know if you need help with anything. Iâm a couple doors away,â he replied with his usual serious tone. He remained unchanged, at least to you. To him, he felt like he about to combust into pieces. You were perfect, absolutely perfect.
Days went by and you found yourself talking to Leon more often. Or at least on the days you could. Leon was gone most of the day, he told you about his hectic work schedule and you couldnât help but feel bad about him. So you decided to make him a small dinner with a note.
You left it on the front door of his apartment and walked back to yours. When Leon came back from work, it was 2:27 a.m. As he climbed up the steps of the stairs, he noticed something on his front door and felt slightly confused. He hasnât ordered anything. He grew cautious and slowly approached his door. But then he saw your name on a sticky note. He quickly picked up the lunch box and walked inside his apartment.
Walking to his dining table, he read the note you left. Even your handwriting was perfect. The little swirls of the letters, almost writing in cursive made him want to keep you all to himself. He brought the piece of paper to his nose and sniffed it roughly, the paper crumbling in his hands as he could smell your scent on it. He groaned in pleasure as he could imagine your soft and small hands picking up a pen and write something just for him.
Just for him.
That thought alone almost set him off. He couldnât eat dinner, not with the growing erection in his pants. He put the dinner you made in his freezer and quickly walked to his bedroom. He sat down on his bed and unbuckled his belt, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He pulled down his pants and boxers and watched as his cocked sprung freely, hitting his abdomen with a thwack.
His left hand held the piece of water with your handwriting and your scent while his right hand traveled to his cock. He brought the piece of paper to his nose again and closed his eyes in pure delight. Your scent was intoxicating- sweet vanilla with a hint of coffee. He grunted and moaned at the thought of your hands picking writing this note. He could picture your small hands wrapping his big cock, rubbing his base up and down as your scent infiltrated his airway.
His muscles tensed up as the thought of having you in between his legs made his cock throb. His stomach coiled as he felt himself nearing his orgasm. He could imagine your mouth sucking on his cock as he rammed his hips deeper down your throat, making you gag on him. Heâd grab your hair and pull you closer to his pelvic area, having his blonde pubic hair rub against your face as you took his cock like a good girl.
He growled your name as he came in himself. White ropes shooting down at his palm as he tried to collect his cum and prevent it from staining any of his furniture. He sighed softly and laid his back on the mattress as he thought of you.
You drive him wild, heâd do anything for you. If it meant having you as his.
And thatâs what drove him to kill more people. One day, he overheard you while both of you âcoincidentallyâ went to get the mail from the lobby. You were speaking on the phone to a friend and he tried to make it seem like he wasnât listening. But he was.
He heard you talk about how your ex is pestering you and giving you a hard time. That you cried last night because you two had an argument while he tried to get back together. His blood ran through his veins as you mentioned you cried.
Heâd kill anyone who made this sweet and perfect angel cry. And thatâs what his next murder was going to be. He went back to his apartment and began to stalk you again. As a government agent, he had privileges the common folk didnât have. He was able to run a background check on you and found out your ex. To his surprise, he was your first and only relationship so far. He knew this guy probably broke your heart as your first relationship will always be your worst one.
He narrowed his eyes in anger as he found the man who broke your heart. And jotted down the information he had on him- his address, his workplace, his contact information, etc. Leon found everything thanks to his job.
When you heard news about your ex dying, you were shocked to see that he died from overdose. Youâve never known he was a drug addict, or at least thatâs what Leon made it seem to be.
Leon drove all the way this manâs house and observed his routine. Your ex went to work, came back home, and went to the bar. An alcoholic, this made it easier for him.
Leon walked into the bar with his casual clothes, he spotted the man sitting on the bar counter with a drink already in his hand. He walked over and sat next to him as he ordered himself whiskey.
Your ex was already stupidly drunk, flirting up some poor girl who was just trying to talk to her friend. So heâs a creep too, he thought to himself as he took a sip his drink.
Why do you always find yourself around creepy and perverted men?
Leon looked around and made sure no one was watching him as slipped some stuff into his drink. Leon then continued to sip his drink and even chatted up the bartender.
The more your ex drank, the closer he got to an overdose. Turns out if you mix alcohol with prednisone, the effects could be fatal. Your ex would develop a liver damage that could potentially end his life if he kept drinking like he was right now.
It was getting late and Leon paid his tab. It was 11 PM and he decided he should go home. He wasnât drunk, not yet at least. So he was perfectly capable of driving back to his apartment. But not your ex.
It was nearing closing time for the bar and the poor bartender saw your ex passed out on the counter. She didnât know what to do but she tried waking him up.
Unresponsive. Her eyes widened slightly as she over to his side and checked for a pulse.
Flat line. She called the police and reported the death.
The police declared it suicide. They believed he voluntarily took drugs and alcohol at the same time.
In your mind, you were in denial but then you slowly began to think to yourself. Heâs been acting weird and out of the ordinary when heâd talk about getting back together. It all made sense now. His aggressive behavior, his short temper⊠he was a drug addict and an alcoholic.
You attended the funeral, of course. And when you came back, Leon had been unlocking his door. He saw your puffy eyes as you had your heels in your hands. You looked like youâve been crying- which you probably were. Leon paused as he stared at you, he nodded once at you, acknowledging your presence. He then spoke up in a tired voice, âRough day?â
You nodded as you blinked slowly, âYou could say that.â
He hummed in response and looked back down at his doorknob. Then he looked back to you, âDo you want to talk about it?â
Leon himself was tired as he just came back from a tough mission, but he would never be too tired for you. He pushed his exhaustion to the side and would rather take care of your needs for you.
You sighed and nodded slowly, âI could use a drink.â
He invited you over to his apartment and let you sit down on his couch as he took two glasses and one bottle of Jack. He walked over to the couch and set down the glasses and the bottle on the coffee table as he sat down next to you.
He began to pour for the both of you, not wanting you to work any more than youâve already had.
âCheers,â you muttered under your breath as you clanked your glass with his and chugged the liquid down your throat. The burning sensation almost making you forget about the mental strain you had.
He watched you as you set down the glass back down on the coffee table. Even in this state, you looked absolutely beautiful. He couldnât wait to have you for himself. To prove to you that what you needed was a real man.
One thing let to another and you found yourself pinned under him on his bed. Your legs spread open as your knees rested on his shoulders. The head of his cock abusing your cervix, bruising it with brute force as he pulled out and pushed back in harshly. His balls smacking against your ass as his arms caged you under him. Your hands were on his shoulders, nails clawing deep into his flesh as the bed creaked from him pounding into you. The headboard hitting the wall behind the bed as he pulled out and forced his cock back into your tight walls. Your cunt clenching around his member as his hands gripped on your hair, forcing your head up so he could hear your stupid blabber.
He pulled out and rolled you over to your stomach. His left hand gripped on your waist as his right hand gripped the back of your neck and pushed your face down the sheets of his bed as he rammed his cock from behind you. Your ass jiggling as pounded harsher and harsher. Making sure you knew who you belonged to. Heâd fuck you until you couldnât walk.
You kept moaning his name against his pillow. Drool falling down your lips as tears rolled down your cheeks from the pleasure. You felt him even deeper from this position. His left hand gripped on your waist as it then traveled down to your ass and smacked, almost immediately seeing his hand print show in a pink and red hue on your skin. The burning sensation of the slap only made you more needy for his touch. His left hand found your hip and forced your body to clash against his as he fucked you straight to bliss.
Stars clouded your eyes as you whimpered and moaned. He cock throbbed and twitched inside of you as it stretched you. It hurt but it hurt good. His right hand gently squeezed the back of your throat, causing you to moan.
âFuck- Leon- âmma cum-â you spoke breathlessly in between moans and whimpers. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, âCum for me,â he pressed a kiss on your shoulder blade as he felt you squirm under him. Your body convulsing as your orgasm took the best of you.
Your pussy clamped and clenched around him, wedging him with your juices. He didnât stop, however. He kept pounding into you as the squelching sound echoed through his room.
He grunted and growled as he felt himself about to cum. He began to speed up and he let go of your neck. Now that both of his hands were on your hips, he gripped the fat of them and forced your body in and out of his cock. Bruising your cervix as your ass hit his hips. The sweat making your skin glisten under the shitty light of his room. You looked even more beautiful when he was fucking you like this.
His hot and sticky cum spurted out of his cock, coating your walls with a part of himself. In his sick and twisted mind, he branded you. He branded you with his essence and he didnât regret it. He pulled out and heard you moan dumbly as he watched his cum slowly drip down the lips of your cunt to his bedsheet. Heâd have to clean them but he didnât care. He gave your ass a gentle squeeze as he patted your back for you to lay down. He knew you enjoyed it so much since you were on the brink of passing out.
You closed your eyes and felt as Leon cleaned you up. He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on you knuckles. He was grateful to have you.
He wouldnât mind killing again. Now that you were his in his mind, heâd go as far as killing every man whoâs ever laid eyes on you.
For you, heâd become the worldâs best serial killer.
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good girl
re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader
â a oneshot
warnings: MDNI, 18+, inappropriate use of handcuffs, unprotected sex, use of nicknames (babygirl, baby, etc), praise, porn with literally no plot, mentions of raccoon city & leon being a lil rookie, reader has hair that can be tugged on but no other physical appearance mentioned, use of female pronouns (she/her), established relationship.
âshe smirks at the handcuffs, ânever been arrested beforeâŠâ she says with a small chuckle as she swings the handcuffs around her finger, looking up at him. ânot those kinds of handcuffs, babygirl.â he says with a small grin, looking over her face as her smirk stalls a little bit. letting herself realize what he really meant, her mouth becoming dry. she was deep in it now.â
âor reader finds leonâs handcuffs and he shows her what he uses them for
when she met leon, it was hard for her to believe that he even looked her direction. not because she wasnât his type, he loved any kind of woman, no matter how she looked.
she was just not use to someone who looked the way he did to talk to her, or even ask for her phone number. it was bizarre in her eyes, like hell had frozen over in the best way possible.
she knew he was different from other guys right from the get go, he opened the car door for her and payed for her meals. he held respect for her in the way that most men hadnât.
and it made her like him much more then she anticipated.
they continued to go on dates, hang out at each others places and then eventually they had sex.
she had never had a guyâŠwho felt and gave like leon did. he would gladly go down on her, no questions asked. he ate her out like she was a meal, making her back arch and her hands fist at his hair.
no man had ever made her feel like that before.
he shared everything with her, what he did before and why he was here in the city. he even shared some of his embarrassing stories from when he was a kid. they talked about everything.
and as time grew on and they became more serious, leon asked her if she wanted to move in together. get a place and be in one spot, which made her happy, but she had never lived with a man that wasnât family before and it did make her a bit nervous at first.
leon reassured her that everything would be fine though, he knew how nervous she was. he could read her like a book after all the months they had been together.
and she said yes, which led to her packing all of her one bedroom apartment into boxes. stuffing clothes into garbage bags and dismantling furniture. she was stressed but it was definitely worth it at the end of the day.
this led her to now, currently moving all her boxes into their new place together. she was sweaty, exhausted and stressed but she had the biggest smile on her face and nothing could take that away.
she was finally in her own place with leon, nothing could be better.
âsettling in? i just moved all my shit in two days ago, havenât unpacked a single thing.â he says with a wipe of his forehead with his bicep as he walks into their practically empty kitchen.
she chuckled, âyeah, all my stuff is scattered around. i have to go pick up the furniture that iâm keeping tomorrow. didnât have enough energy to get to it today.â she says as she sips on her plastic water bottle that she brought with her, moving some hair out of her eyes.
he smiles at her and comes over, wrapping his arms around her waist. âitâs all worth it though right?â she hears him mumble into her ear, pressing a small kiss on the shell of it. she bites her lip, trying to fight back a stupid lovesick grin, âyeah, definitely.â she says softly as she looks over her shoulder and up at him.
he was worth it, the stress of packing and unpacking was definitely worth it. being with him was worth it, all of it was. she wouldnât trade it for anything, no matter how stressed and strung out she was right now. nothing could beat the look on her face.
leon could see that.
âdo you wanna try unpacking the bedroom first? i already built the bed.â he says with a small smirk into her hair, holding onto her waist with hands that could easily crush her, but didnât. she fights another grin, âmhmâŠâ she hums.
they unpack the bedroom, what they can of it. she becomes exhausted after about 10 boxes. moving was clearly not her favorite task, that was apparent.
if anything she despised it, but sheâd do anything for him. even if it meant packing her entire apartment into boxes just for him. sheâd do just about anything for him. even this.
he sighs and looks at her, âyou feeling okay?â he asks softly as he rubs his hand over her shoulder. she sighs and nods, rubbing at her eyes. âiâm just tired. today was a lot. i justâŠmoving has never been fun.â she says with a weak smile as she looks up at him next to her.
he nods, chuckling, his hand still squeezing and rubbing at her shoulders. âbut you like it right?â he asks with a teasing raise of his brow. she grins; lovesick just by his eyes on hers. âabsolutely.â she responds without hesitation.
âgood, thought i had something to worry about baby.â he says with a small laugh, moving to grab the last box of the bed. it was his, the messy scrawl of his handwriting on the side was barely legible. she laughs softly and sits on the side of the bed, watching him tear open the cardboard box with ease.
she looks at the decor of their room, the black iron headboard and large queen bed that had dark green sheets and a duvet to match, their photos and books, little knickknacks from life spread together throughout the room. she really was home with him.
it sunk into her exhausted bones that moment as she looks over at him, watching him unpack stuff from the box. âwhatâs in there?â she asks with a small looking from the box label to him.
he sighs and lifts out a picture frame, showing her a picture of him. he was definitely younger in the picture, maybe 21. he was in his police uniform, smiling widely at the camera. she smiles softly, âaww! look at you!â she says with a teasing smile as she moves over on the bed and towards the box.
she knew he was a cop at one point in his life. something unfortunate happened that made him disband from that and go to his current job. he never really spoke of it, saying that he couldnât technically. she didnât mind, she knew he was only following orders and doing what he needed to.
he rolls his eyes, âi wasnât expecting that much of a reaction.â he says with a small blow of his lips. handing the framed picture towards her. she takes it and traces her fingers over the frame. âhow could i not? you looked so cute in your little uniform!â she says with a small giggle as she showcases the photo in his direction again.
he rolls his eyes again, âshut up.â he chuckles lowly as he continues to pull stuff out of the box. loving his girlfriends teasing on the matter, he would agree that he was cute back in his day. back when he was a bright eyed cop, eager to protect and serve. but he had no idea what was in store from him that day in â98 when he went to raccoon city.
he pulls out his uniform, the spare one that they gave him to commemorate his service to the force when he first graduated the academy, holding it in his hands. a myriad of emotions crosses over his eyes and she doesnât miss it.
âyou miss it?â she says with a small curious expression over her face. her tone gentle as she analyzes the mixed look over his face. he sighs, âi only did it for one day, but i miss the idea of it.â he says as he glances over at her on the bed.
she nods in understanding, âiâm sorry, honey. i really am. i know what itâs likeâŠin a sense to have something that you wanted ripped away from you.â she says softly as hers brows dip in sympathy. âi donât know what happened,â she pauses and takes a small breath. âbut whatever did happen that day. doesnât mean that you arenât still that person inside.â she whispers softly.
he smiles at her, so grateful that even if she doesnât fully understand. sheâs willing to try for him. he knows that, knows how caring, loving and understanding she is. sheâs been that way since they started dating.
he dug into the box again, pulling out some handcuffs and holding them up. âi forgot all about these.â he says with a small smirk as he looks over at her. she tilts her head and her eyebrows furrow, âtheyâre just handcuffsâŠâ she says with a small chuckle.
he shakes his head, âwe got two pairs of them. i used one for my uniform and my other pairâŠthese pair of handcuffs i used personally.â he says with a small smirk as he holds them up.
âpersonally?â she says in confusion, the dots werenât connecting in her brain and she had no idea what he was even talking about. âi used them on the girls i dated before you.â he says as he holds up the handcuffs, twirling them around his finger with ease.
they were just a normal pair of handcuffs, normal metal ones that looked like anything a police officer would carry. that was until the dots connected and her eyes widened, realization dawning on her when she figured out what he truly meant by using the handcuffs.
her cheeks flushed red, her wide eyes blinking at him from where she sat on the bed. âreally? i didnât know you were into that.â she says and itâs not all shock, itâs curiosity and something else entirely.
he chuckles lowly, he sets the handcuffs on the bed. then moves the half empty moving box off the bed. âi am, i havenât done it in a long time. havenât been willing to find someone to try it again with.â he says with a small tilt of his head as he runs his fingers over the clasp of the handcuffs.
she doesnât know what within her makes her open her mouth and say, âiâd try it with you.â she says softly as she looks at the large pads of his fingers running over the metal surface of them. as if heâs in contemplation, he looks up at her. âreally? youâd be handcuffed, wouldnât be able to touch me and i know how you like to touch me.â he says with a small quirk of his lips.
his eyes gleaming with something predatory and exciting, igniting her bones into flames. her core throbbing as she shifted on the bed under his gaze. she tucks some hair behind her ear. âyeahâŠâ she breathes slowly, âiâd do it.â
he smirks and shakes his head, chuckling. âare you sure? you seriously wanna go down that road, baby?â he says with a grin, still holding the handcuffs in his hands. hands that could swallow her whole and easily break her in half, she feels her core throb again. that familiar feeling resurfaces in her underwear.
she nods slowly, licking her lips. she felt saliva leave her throat. she wasnât sure, but she wanted to try it. wanted to give him what he wanted. he nods slowly and gestures to her clothes. âstrip.â he says with a small demand, not even a question. something she canât even argue against if she wanted to.
she slid off of the bed under his gaze, as she strips off her clothes one by one until she was completely bare. he feels himself get harder at everything thatâs transpiring right in front of his eyes. her naked for him has never failed to make him hard, make him want to devour her whole and take her.
he goes over to the half unpacked box on the floor and gets the keys for the handcuffs, unlocking them and walking back to where she stood on the opposite side of the bed, waiting for him. he licks his lips, unlocking the handcuffs with a small clink.
she feels her arousal pooling between her legs at his gaze, blue deep pools of his irises that are almost dark with lust. he sweeps his eyes over her bare frame in front of him, âturn around, baby.â he says softly and lowly at the same time.
the gruff of his voice making her erupt in goosebumps as she turns around, putting her hands behind her back without him even having to ask. he chuckles lowly, âeager to be handcuffed, very naughty babygirl.â he hums lowly as he clamps the handcuffs around her wrists, locking them and making sure they fit comfortably around her wrists.
she feels his words wash over her, feeling the cold metal clink over her wrists behind her back, the cold feeling making a shiver crawl up her spine. he backs up, licking his lips from behind her, admiring her handcuffed and naked.
she can feel his eyes boring into the skin of her back, making her bite her lip. her core was throbbing for him, wanting him more then anything. the exciting prospect of what was to come seeped through her pussy.
he strips off his shirt and pants, tossing them to the floor by her clothes on the floor. she swallows as she hears each drop of his clothes to the floor behind her, her heartbeat accelerating in her bones as he drops his boxers.
he was just as bare as her now, he takes a couple steps closer and leans over her back, running his fingers over her stomach from behind. âall naked and dripping for me baby, i can practically smell it on you.â he says lowly as his hot breath drifts over her neck.
she swallows and her eyes flutter open and shut, âiâll tell you whatâs going to happen now, okay?â he says softly, his voice was so familiar yet raspy and full of desire for her. she nods slowly as he presses a kiss to her neck, making her bite her lip. if she bit it any harder blood would draw from the anticipation.
âyour gonna get on the bed, bend over and iâm going to fuck you until your crying on my cock. sound good?â he says with a small raspy chuckle as she draws his fingers from her stomach up to her breast, lightly squeezing it. a small whine escapes from her lips as she nods. he presses another kiss to her neck, he motions for her to do what he says.
she manages to crawl onto the bed, it was more difficult without her hands. he grabs a pillow and puts it under her hips keeping her somewhat comfortable and propped up. her cheek pressed into the new sheets that covered their bed.
she feels the bed dip with his weight as he kneels behind her on the bed, running his large hand over the dip in her ass. his dick was standing at attention now, hard and leaking precum as he grabs it.
she wiggles her ass a little in his direction, âplease leon, cmon.â she whines as she tries to get some kind of friction from the pillow underneath her hips. he chuckles lowly, running his hand slowly over his shaft, âpatience babygirl.â he says with a small squeeze of her ass, she whimpers softly
he lets go of his cock and runs his fingers into her leaking core, putting two fingers inside of her to stretch her out. he always did this before, just to get her ready for him. no matter how many times they had sex, she still was never prepared for his size.
she moans softly into the duvet cover on their bed, trying to push back against the two fingers stretching her out. âpleaseâŠâ she whines as she tries to pull at the handcuffs, her pussy swallowing his fingers as he stretched her out.
âyouâll get it, like i said, patience baby. i donât wanna hurt you.â he says in a low tone as he kneads her ass with his free hand. she whimpers and clenches around his fingers, her arousal sucking his fingers into her entrance. he continues to knead her ass and stretch her out, âsucking my fingers in princess, jesus.â he says in a small groan.
she whimpers at his words, trying to chase his fingers again but he pulls them out and she sighs at the loss. he chuckles at her small sigh, âiâm sure youâd rather cum on my cock, right?â he says with a small little smack to her ass cheek he was kneading.
she nods into the duvet her face is half buried in, her wrists aching a little from the handcuffs. he sighed softly, âdonât worry princess, iâll give it to you. give you anything you want.â he says with a small smirk on his angelic features.
he grabs his cock and runs it through her soaked slit, whimpering trying to get friction against the head of his cock. the tip hitting her clit a couple times, making her bones ache and her core pulse.
âso wet and needy, just needed some dick.â he says in a mocking tone as he lets out a half groan, his hard erection covered in her release. she felt her pussy throb and her hole clench around nothing at his words, âwell, here you go baby.â she heard him say before he shoved himself into her soaking entrance.
she moaned loudly, her body automatically reacting. she felt so full of him, her bones in her center accommodating him and his size. she felt her bones in her wrists ache as he kept one of his large hands steady on her ass, letting her get adjusted before he started moving.
âbreathe, baby.â he says in a soft but low rasp of his voice from behind her. she nodded and did as she was told, breathing in and out slowly, trying to think about anything else other than the sheer size of how he stretched her out.
âgood girl.â he praised when he saw her take some deep breaths. he saw her relax a little as her hips adjusted on the pillow that propped her up. he slowly flexed his hips back and pushed in a little, starting to slowly thrust.
she released small noises into the duvet on their bed, tugging at her wrists on the handcuffs. he eventually started to pick up his pace, a little faster as he grabbed onto her handcuffed wrists behind her back and tugged her up.
she gasped, him still fully sheathed inside of her. her back was now pressed to his chest, her knees shadowing his on the bed. he held one hand on her stomach and another on her breast, kneading slowly as he began thrusting deeper at this new angle.
she moaned loudly and canted her head back, tears welling in her eyes, âleonâŠâ she moaned as she felt her hands form fists behind her back. his hands keeping her steady as he fucked into her from behind, his his snapping against her ass. âgood girlâŠâ he groans into her ear, âfuckâŠso fuckingâŠgodâtightâŠchrist.â he manages to get out between moans and groans that escaped his lips.
his touch to her chest and his words, she felt that familiar feeling bubble in her lower belly. âharderâŠâ she whined as she tried to move against her handcuffs on her wrists. he obliged, bending her back over the pillow and putting his hands on her hips, snapping into her with such force that their bed shook.
her eyes went crossed and she felt tears leak out of her eyes, almost drooling on the sheets as moans leaked from her mouth. chants of his name, curses and screams of pleasure. sex with him never disappointed, ever.
âgonnaâŠcumâŠâ she managed to get out in between the cries of pleasure and the sound of his hips against her ass. he just kept pounding into her, like a wild animal. she pulled at the handcuffs on her wrists again, clenching her fists as she felt herself becoming closer and closer to the end.
âcum for me, princess. scream my name.â he says lowly as he keeps snapping his hips, making curses fall from their mouths in a chant. he could feel himself getting closer, his hips starting to stutter but so determined to deliver what she needed.
she felt the blissful end, her eyes fluttering shut and then lined with tears. âleon!â she screamed as she came, releasing all over his cock as she melted into the mattress. the clenching of her around him, her walls sucking him in was enough for him to release a low groan, âprincessâŠâ
his end came too, shooting thick ropes of cum into her womb, painting her walls white with him. she could feel him filling her up, feeling so dazed and full. just so satisfied that her body and arms felt like jelly.
he breathed heavily as he reached away on the bed, grabbing the handcuff keys, unlocking the handcuffs and tossing them on the floor by their clothes. she felt her arms collapse down to the mattress.
he pulled out of her, their mixed fluids leaking out of her. he leaned down a ways on the bed and licked the dripping fluids from her entrance, causing her to shiver and her thighs to tremble a little from her intense orgasm.
âyou did so good, so fucking good baby. câmere.â he says softly as he leaned back and moved to the headboard. she weakly raised her body from the kneeling position on the bed, moving her shaking and sweaty body to lay beside him.
he wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her sweaty hairline. his hands rubbing up and down her spine. âso proud of you.â he whispers into her hair. she smiles lazily as she looks up at him from her head on his shoulder.
she blushes from his praise, the tiredness from the day of moving and the sex sweeping over her. âsleep now, weâll deal with all the other shit tomorrow.â he says calmly, running a hand through her hair and holding her naked body close to his.
and she did, her eyes fluttering shut. his heartbeat against her ear pulling her into sleep. their heartbeats in sync as they held each other, promising not to let go.
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ink-related natural disasters (leon kennedy restaurant au oneshot)
summary: it's your first shift, and leon's been asked (ordered) to show you the ropes (fuck up tremendously in front of you on numerous occassions). no warnings, gn!reader.
a/n: my first request!! i hope you guys like it :D if y'all want me to continue the restaurant au let me know!
"does the cheese pizza have dairy?"
it's only half an hour into his shift, and leon's already contemplating on the different ways that he can permanently end his career in food service. lighting himself on fire in the middle of the floor is currently the most viable option, the candle is right there and if he moved his arm down just far enough-
"yes, ma'am. the cheese pizza does have dairy in it," he answers instead, mouth pinched into a thin smile. the pen between his fist cracks a little at the last word, earning a much easier end than the man holding it.
"then i won't get it," the woman says, looking back down at the menu with a huff. "i'm allergic."
for all of leon's strength, he can't help the little sigh that comes out of his mouth then. the man sitting at his table gives him a sympathetic look, and it's only then that leon does actually feel a bit bad.
not only does he have to deal with a woman who apparently never passed third grade english, he's currently responsible for training the new person coming in tonight. in all honesty, he's not quite sure why wesker gave him the responsibility. he's certainly hasn't been here the longest, not the most strict, and about three shattered glasses currently in the garbage isn't exactly giving a testimony to his self-assurance.
he's fucked. leon's going to have some half-baked college kid show up, stand behind him ominously all night, and ask questions until his head hurts. wesker didn't even allow him the chance to say no-- just glaring through the world's darkest sunglasses before storming off to his own office.
the only hope for him is that the tips are decent enough for him to put up with it.
the woman sitting in front of him, who he has so aptly named public enemy number one, finally finishes her order. leon offers a quick goodbye, snapping the notepad shut with his best attempt at a smile. he walks away, looking for the next open source flame is until he freezes right as claire walks by him.
what might just be the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his life is currently at the front entrance.
you're there, chatting with jill at the hostess stand with a nervous smile on your face and a notebook tucked to your chest. as cliche as it is, the restaurant really does seem to come to a standstill-- conversation seems to dim, everything seems to move in slow motion, and leon suddenly feels like air isn't getting into his chest.
if you're actually the new hire, he is truly and royally fucked.
claire giggles to herself as she finally breezes past him, muttering something under her breath that goes completely over his head. he couldn't give less of a shit what she's saying, because now jill's pointing at him, and you're looking at him with a smile and bright eyes.
it's a miracle he isn't a puddle on the floor yet, but that's neither here nor there. not when you're now walking towards him, and leon still hasn't thought of something cool to say.
"hi," you greet him softly, quickly rattling off your name and qualifications while leon is still a million miles away. "you're leon, right?"
he blinks at you slowly. "huh?"
"leon." you clarify, the slightest hint of a grin curling at your lips. jesus, you're cute even when you're clearly pitying him. "jill told me that i'm supposed to shadow you on the floor."
"i'm leon." the words leave his mouth a little too fast, the syllables blurring together in a barely perceptible haze. he gives himself a mental smack on the forehead. "i'll take care of you."
at least he has the mind to smile, even if the plastic of pen number two shatters completely in his fist.
-
he learns four things about you in the span of two hours. one, that you're incredibly smart. after about three tables you've already picked up on the general routine, the menu prices, how to describe food that you don't even eat.
two, you have a great sense of humour. or he's just on a roll with his jokes. regardless, you've laughed at every shitty one-liner that left his mouth tonight, and leon feels like he's on cloud nine.
number three, you're gorgeous, and in a way that everyone else is noticing too. tables are significantly nicer to him when you're standing politely behind, as if they too want to be on their best behaviour to win your approval. get in line, he always thinks bitterly.
and finally, you're friendly in a way that almost infuriates him. mostly because he can't tell if he's actually winning brownie points with you, or you're just entertaining the man training you. every piece of information about yourself is carefully folded and tucked away in his brain for safekeeping, just in case its the former.
"you know, i should set you up with my daughter, i think you'd love her." the old lady at his table speaks up, reaching across the table to pat his arm. "she's a real gem."
"okay," leon sighs, "how about instead, i get you that appetizer?"
you stifle a laugh behind him, but he can still feel the puff of air on his back. leon can feel you move behind him until your head is peeking over his shoulder, pretending to be very interested in whatever he's writing on the ticket.
you're so close-- he can feel your hair brushing against his cheek, feel the warmth of your shoulder right against his back, and thats when disaster strikes.
ever so glorious pen number three creaks under the weight of his grip, before pronouncing its death by exploding ink all over both his hands and the ticket. all he can do is mutter some half-formed apology to his table before running to the bathroom with his metaphorical tail between his legs. you follow closely behind, but not before giving the customers an apologetic smile and a sickly-sweet apology.
again, infuriating. been here a couple hours and you're more of a natural than he is.
any hope of brownie points with you is draining alongside the ink dripping onto the ceramic. when he looks up at himself in the mirror, he can't help but internally cringe at his appearance. fully-formed eyebags, hair tousled from a nervous habit he's too tired to break, and now ink all over his sole work shirt. he's been looking like this in front of you this whole time, no wonder you probably think he's truly lost his mind.
you appear behind him through the mirror, just over his shoulder again. "you really should take it easy on the pens. they didn't do anything wrong."
a half-hearted laugh rings between the both of you. you reach for the paper towels to start getting some of the blue residue off. the way you touch him is soft, way too caring for someone you just met. he thinks that's the part he likes the most so far.
the heart on your sleeve, not too unlike his own.
"so much for taking care of you, huh?" he chuckles, staring down at the way your hand is holding his with the other rubbing the ink off his palm.
"you did great, don't worry," you smile, glancing up at him. "let me return the favour."
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still trying to will the blush off his face, leon furiously uncrumples the ticket and sticks it in front of luis.
"sancho, what the hell is this?"
"it's the order for 37, what does it look like?" he barks back, a little too harshly for something that is most definitely his fault. if luis is offended by his tone of voice he certainly doesn't show it, just tilting his head at leon like he's got him all figured out.
"it looks like you wrote this with the pen in your mouth," he laughs, sticking it above him anyway. "what's got you so distracted?"
before leon can give him some sort of half-witted answer, ada steps up to the counter, glaring at the piece of paper above her like it personally offended her. "you're an idiot, kennedy."
leon just sighs, "tell me something i don't know."
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Number Neighbors Pt. 13
Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader
Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know youâre all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?
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Natasha Romanoff did not like Leon.
She considered looking into him, if only for your safety.Â
She could probably pull his info from your contacts, but would you be mad at her if she did? That was never something she had to consider when looking into people before- or at least, their reactions never mattered to her. But yours did. It irked her to not know exactly why.
Last night when she stopped by that restaurant to give you dessert it took everything in her not to rush in there and meet you face to face.Â
Her hands were shaking when she wrote you that note, and her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her head.
The thought that you were right there, only a wall away on a date with some guy who probably wasnât treating you as good as you deserved whirled around in her head the whole time.Â
The alley behind the restaurant was dirty and smelled like typical New York garbage but the memory was ingrained in her brain.
She didnât know why she felt this infectious pull towards you.
If she hadnât forced the waiter to wait until she left to give you the dessert she likely would have stayed to see your reaction.
But she couldnât see you. Not yet. Not when she didnât even know what this feeling she had was.
So she went to her closest friend and fellow Avenger who might know the answer: Clint.
She found him in the common room reading a book on the couch, although upon further observation he was napping with a book on his face.
âHard at work thereâ
There was a disgruntled groan muffled by the book and Nat smirked at having woken the man.
âYou can never give me a break can you?â Clint successfully removed the book from his face, sitting up on the couch as Nat sat on the chair askew from him.
âJust trying to make sure you finish your reading time before nap time or you might not get recessâÂ
He rolled his eyes, leaning back into the couch and letting his head fall back against the furniture, staring at the ceiling he pinched his nose in frustration but Nat could see the smile he was failing to hide
âWhat do you want, Nat?â
Nat considered her approach for a moment, not used to these kinds of conversations. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked over his shoulder. Clint eyed her suspiciously from his place on the couch and she hated how easily he could pick up on her body language.Â
âThis isnât going to be our run-of-the-mill conversation is it?â
Nat didnât have to answer for him to know the answer was No.
He sat up a little straighter then, maintaining whatever snippets of eye contact Nat would throw at him.
âIs this about that person youâve been texting?â Natâs eyes snapped to Clintâs, holding him in a gaze that has leveled the most powerful of men.Â
She shouldâve known he would catch on, he was a trained spy as well, and she hadnât exactly been that subtle about it. Still, part of her was scared to share you with her family, like the magic of your anonymity and personal conversations would be broken.
But as someone who was trained to always know everything about a subject before jumping into it and never let emotions be her weakness, she needed to know what about you kept throwing her from her usual nature.
âNat, you know you can trust meâ She did know that. She knew she could trust him with anything, the way he trusted her with Laura and his kids, and countless other things they shared over the years theyâd known each other. Â
âOkay.âÂ
So she told Clint about you, from the start and her apprehension, to her deep investigation into your background, to the moment you shared with her about the Battle of New York. Everything up to your new boy-friend, spare some intimate messages she didnât think were necessary to bring up.
Throughout the whole ordeal of Nat expressing her concern for her unidentifiable emotions, Clint had been looking at her with surprise and she tried her best to ignore the small smirk that slowly grew bigger on his face. However, Clintâs obnoxious face made it impossible to ignore and eventually Nat gave in
âWhat?â
The word only made Clint shake his head silently which irked her further, she hated when he had some sort of leverage over her, his teasing was unbearable and annoying. She couldnât imagine her life without it though.
âNat I never thought Iâd get to say this but- Youâre jealousâ
Natâs annoyance was quickly accompanied by confusion.
âJealous?â The very thought felt foolish, Nat very rarely felt jealous over anything. Most days she just felt lucky to be alive and surrounded by people who didnât judge her for her past. âJealous of what?â she huffed
âOf this guy Y/nâs hanging out withâ Clint fixed her with a look that said âobviouslyâ and she resisted the urge to tase him in the side just to wipe the smirk from his face. She came to him because she didnât know what she was feeling and he was making fun of her instead.
âWhy would I be jealous of him? From what I've heard heâs got nothing going for him. He seemsâŠbland and unoriginal, which doesnât fit Y/nâs style. She deserves better than thatâÂ
Clint stared at her for a second and then immediately burst into unstoppable laughter, faking wiping a tear from his eye. Sheâd leveled him with a look that had him quickly clearing his throat, though the smirk never faded from his face.
âYou like herâ
Nat glared, annoyed at the obvious observation âof course I like herâ
Clint had a sort of glee in his eyes she only saw when he was talking to his kids, it irked her that he found so much pleasure in having to describe her situation to her.Â
âNo Nat, You like-like herâ
She rolled her eyes âWeâre not twelve Clintâ
As he chuckled, a small amount of his amusement disappeared as he began to understand just how foreign something like this might be for someone who never got to experience love before.
Itâs because of that fact that Clint decided to try a different approach
âOkay, how about this- how do you feel when she doesnât text back?â
Nat shifted in her seat, considering it for a moment
âI getâŠbored I guess- Iâve gotten used to texting her, I donât know what to do with my phone when sheâs not textingâ
Clint nodded, feeling excited for his friend to finally have someone special. Although he was definitely going to look into you to double check you were safe.Â
âDo you ever find yourself laughing at her jokes even if theyâre really bad?â
Nodding, Nat let a small smile warm on her features as she recalled various bad jokes youâd attempted.
 If anyone else had been telling her those jokes she probably would have sat there stone-faced until they felt uncomfortable enough to leave, but your pure delight when youâd sent her the messages had her chuckling at the stupidest anecdotes.Â
âHow do you feel when you look at her?â
Nat stilled, playing with her fingers as she bit the inside of her cheek. Clintâs eyes widened at the realization
âShit Nat, youâve never even seen the girl?â
âI donât need your judgment Clintâ She clipped
He put his hands up in surrender âIâm not judging, I just- youâve never even seen this girl and youâve got romantic feelings for herâ
The silence that hung in the air was palpable with a tension that probably couldnât be cut by Natâs best knife. The two spies leveled each other with their gazes. One of understanding and one of disbelief.Â
â...Iâm not in love, Clint.â
Clint choked on his spit.
The words tasted bitter in her mouth. All her life Nat had been trained to think that love was a weakness, a sickness. Sometimes it felt like a sickness in her chest when she talked to you. The heavy feeling in her chest, her pulse increasing, speechlessness. She was pretty sure those were all symptoms of a pretty bad illness.Â
Love was not something she could afford.Â
An ironic thing for someone who had a billionaire on speed dial to say.Â
âJesus- I donât mean love, Nat. At least, not yet. But itâs obvious you feel strongly for the girlâ
Liking you romantically?⊠She considered the thought, the way it made her heart race. In fear or hope she couldnât decipher. She was terrified. Terrified at the idea of someone so new knowing her so intimately. Terrified at how much power you had over her.
 A Crush? On You? She felt heat unconsciously rise to her cheeks but panic began to rise in her chest.
Sheâd never had a crush before.
Usually she was so confident around everyone but you left her flustered.
Could she allow herself to be that vulnerable? Could she allow herself to develop something more with you? What if you didnât like her back? âŠWhat if you did?
She wasnât as opposed to the idea as she thought she would have beenâŠ
Maybe she did have a Crush on you.
Nat tried to hide her flustered smile as Clint stared at her with a satisfied smile.
The thought that it was more than just a crush made a dangerous appearance that she quickly shot down. Because she couldnât be feeling more than that could she?
Sheâd admit she harbors a connection with you that runs deeper than sheâd ever anticipated but-
Can you really develop feelings for someone youâve never met?
Suddenly, Friday interrupted over the intercom, informing them of an urgent mission that required both of them.
Nat was grateful for the interruption, although there was part of her that felt conflicted, knowing your reaction to her leaving wouldnât be pleasant.
Pt.14
-Sorry no meet-up yet, Slowburn is the best kind of torture! Also thank God Nat is finally realizing her feelings~Starry
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Thoughts on "Quiet on Set"
I imagine, being one of Youtubeâs âNickelodeon Content Creatorsâ, you want to know what I thought. QUIET ON SET, the new four-part documentary detailing inappropriate behavior and abuse on the set of Dan Schneiderâs various Nickelodeon shows, starts off on its worst foot, with all the earmarks of trashy tabloid journalism. A couple of gossip journalists walk us through events and interject how youâre supposed to feel about them. Thereâs one moment where Leon Frierson, former ALL THAT cast member, talks about how uncomfortable some of the costuming made him, about how the noses on a nose-themed superhero costume has some unfortunate phallic resemblances, and then we cut to a writer from Buzzfeed going âand then the sneeze gag is basically a cum shot joke!â Frierson never says that. In a later episode, a similar comparison is made to a gag on ZOEY 101, but there itâs actress Alexa Nikolas making that connection from the workplace environment she had found herself in. Itâs an authentic observation, where in the earlier example it was outsider sensationalization, playing to the âcrusadersâ on Twitter and Tiktok where the public side of Schneider drama has mostly lived over the past decade. They bring on Marc Summers, Nickelodeon elder statesman who had virtually no presence in this era of the channel, for all of twelve seconds so that he can watch a clip of a Schneider show and go âoh, wow, they aired that?â
You can imagine how the producers' eyes must have lit up when they learned that Brian Peck, former Nick dialogue coach and convicted sex offender, owned a John Wayne Gacy painting. I mean, yeah, thatâs fucked up, but it has virtually nothing to do with anything. It is, however, a perfect âcan you believe thisâ moment that can be clipped and shared on social media for shock value. Itâs something that the documentary can ride as a viral moment.
QUIET ON SET was produced for Investigation Discovery, whose bread and butter is schlocky true crime documentaries. Shows like EVIL LIVES HERE and WHO THE (BLEEP) DID I MARRY. Not exactly tasteful television. The channel is owned by Warner Bros Discovery, and was simultaneously released on Max. Warner Bros Discovery owns Cartoon Network. The documentary puts emphasis on Nickelodeon being on the top of the childrenâs cable game, and often brings up the Disney Channel as Nickâs main competitor. At no point is Cartoon Network mentioned, because, well, nobody wants to say their competitor is doing better than them, and saying youâre doing better than Nickelodeon would defeat the documentaryâs narrative. My point is that I do not believe QUIET ON SET comes from a genuine place. Itâs cheap schlock shock documentary filmmaking that wants to attract the same crowd who watch serial killer shows for fun. However. Itâs also a space where a lot of people who were hurt during this time at Nickelodeon have come forward to tell their stories, and that pretty much nullifies all the gross exploitation elements present in the early parts. When these people start speaking for themselves, the documentary has no choice but to let them speak, and its more garbage instincts fade away. By the time Drake Bell starts telling his story, the gossip journalists all but vanish until the end, and thereâs a stronger sensitivity to everything. The topics raised are harrowing. Workplace discrimination, sexual harassment, child abuse, sexism on set, racism on set, and general mispractice paint a meaningful picture of the toxic environment Nickelodeon was allowing at this time. The stories told by AMANDA SHOW writers Christy Stratton and Jenny Kilgen are infuriating. And then the sexual assault of Drake Bell by Brian Peck. Not an easy watch. It shouldnât be an easy watch. What a fucking awful thing. Itâs heartbreaking to watch. The documentary handles it with an unexpected tact and evenhandedness. It doesnât excuse Bellâs later behaviors, and it allows Schneider to come off as one of the few adults who handled the situation correctly, even if the rest of the documentary is largely against him. I wish this had been the tone of the entire piece. QUIET ON SET is an important document of a terrible entertainment workplace. Itâs a shame they dumped a bunch of trash on top of it. Itâs not an easy watch, but itâs one of those things thatâs going to be referenced to a lot over the years, and I hope that the people who make childrenâs television were learn the right lessons from it.
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Oh No, It's Again
Summary: Makoto wakes while everyone slumbers and makes his way to an unlocked kitchen and sees her standing there, bag of Cheetos in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other, munching them a little too loudly, and when she holds the bag out to him, he doesnât take it.
If I kill you, will that stop everything?
She grins. Wonât know if you wonât try, will you, lucky boy?
~
Inspired by this post, but absolutely nothing like it.
Mostly.
Rating: M for graphic depictions of violence and general Danganronpa reasons.
AO3
The first time Makoto falls down the garbage chute, still locked to a desk that, along with him, was meant to be crushed by a compactor, he reminisces about when he first came to Hopeâs Peak Academy.
Then he hits the floor head first and has just enough time to hear the cracking of his skull, the sharp shattering of his spine, before everything goes black.
~
The second time Makoto falls down the garbage chute, still locked to what is probably that exact same desk, he has a sharp sense of déjà vu. He muses on this for a few seconds, brow furrowing, until he lands, again head first, his neck snapping at a sharp angle.
This time, though, his eyes are open, and he sees everything, but not enough.
~
Makoto doesnât eat a lot of food, but he finds himself throwing a lot away.
A lot of trash. A lot of excess.
He feels bad about it, at first, because itâs just such a waste of food, and there are starving people all over the world, and it doesnât really matter that they for some reason have unlimited food in Hopeâs Peak (maybe, if they werenât in the middle of a Killing Game â and what sort of person refers to this as a game? â it would be great to bring everyone here. Unlimited food! No one would need to starve! But first they need to get out of this alive)â
Itâs not like he knows why heâs doing this.
Just somethingâŠsomething in him tells him that there needs to be more trash.
More trash.
Like itâs some sort of life-or-death matter.
~
It takes at least another seventy-eight respawns before Makoto survives in the garbage chute.
(Then she temples her fingers together and leans forward with an intrigued grin on her face. Finally, something interesting.)
~
The first time Junko faces the trash compactor, she glances up, waiting to see if Alter Ego will appear to save her the same way it saved Makoto.
~
Sayaka Maizono hesitates before attacking Leon.
He catches her in the attempt, and he attacks back.
She dies in the bathroom of the boy sheâd meant to frame, blood-tipped finger trying hopelessly to write her murdererâs name on the wall beside her, everything going black before she can finish.
~
The second time, Junko doesnât even glance up. She knows how this story ends.
She also knows how to get out.
Ultimate Analyst, baby!
~
Sayaka Maizono hesitates before attacking Leon, and when he attacks her, she has a strong, strong sense of déjà vu.
Unfortunately, she is not the only one.
Leon cuts her fingers off while sheâs still alive, but heâs an idiot and tries to throw them in the incinerator, too. A few of them make it in, sure, and thereâs such a stench that everyone complains as soon as they wake up. The problem is that not all of them make it in.
Makoto might be a lot of things â he might even be a murderer! â but no one believes that he would chop Sayakaâs fingers off.
Or try to burn them.
~
Chihiro doesnât ask Mondo for help; he asks Taka.
Mondo, desperate to keep his secret exactly as it is, strangles Byakuya for being a prick.
(She laughs a bit at that. Sheâs been waiting on someone to shut him up.)
Unfortunately, without Byakuya to mess with the scene, Mondoâs caught easily.
Kyoko, impressive as always, matches Mondoâs fingerprints to the bruises on Byakuyaâs neck.
Before they get to the trial, Jack snaps. Mondo isnât killed with the same care and consideration that her other victims were given. In fact, the only reason they even know that the bloody mess is Mondo is because heâs the only one missing.
(Itâs the most gruesome murder sheâs seen, and sheâs seen a lot of murders.)
Jack cackles as sheâs led to her death.
Except that she sneezes, and Toko doesnât know why sheâs being flayed alive with her own scissors. She doesnât know why, but she understands, and the despair on her face when she finds out that Byakuya, too, is goneâ
(Oh, if only it could be like this every time. But, then, sheâs seen this now. It wonât be as good next time.)
~
Sayaka Maizono doesnât hesitate, but she hasnât thought through the follow-up.
Everything else proceeds as normal, other than killing her at the Class Trial instead of Leon.
She dances herself to death with red hot iron shoes, her screams tuned into music.
(Sheâd been proud of herself for that one and glad to find an opportunity to finally use it!)
Makoto doesnât get enough trash in the garbage this time, too distraught over Sayaka actually killing someone, and breaks his neck. This time, some of his brains splatter out!
(This would be a lot cooler if she hadnât seen that thirty respawns ago.)
~
Sayaka Maizono succeeds.
Everyone votes for Makoto as the murderer.
She didnât realize her success would mean everyone else dies.
Rather than graduating at the top of her class like a good girl does, she jumps down the garbage chute.
Now, Makoto definitely has not had enough time to fill the garbage with enough trash to soften that blow, but Sayaka doesnât land on her head. She breaks both of her legs and starves to death after eating what garbage can be found.
~
The next time, Sayaka realizes enough to throw herself in the incinerator instead of down the garbage chute.
Itâs immensely painful, but it doesnât last nearly as long.
(She snacks on Cheetos after the Trial, licks the orange dust from her fingertips with a sigh, and resets the chess pieces.)
~
Makoto, tired of falling down the garbage chute, doesnât sacrifice himself for Kyoko.
Of course, he canât remember falling down the garbage chute, but something in the back of his head says, Hey, donât help Kyoko. Youâre going to die if you do, and sheâs not worth saving, and for once in his life, he listens.
Kyoko dies, and the only thing they hear before everything goes black is, âBoring,â in the voice of someone who should have been dead weeks ago.
~
Alter Ego steps in to save Kyoko, but Makoto doesnât have the skeleton key, and she dies of starvation in the garbage, like Sayaka did, only without her legs broken. Sometimes she yells through the hatch, sometimes she makes it all the way up the ladder and bangs on it, but Hiroâs still alive and he calls it a ghost in the system.
It doesnât matter, they still donât have the key, and itâs not like they can convince anyone else to jump down to save her.
(She leaves it running just long enough to hear Kyokoâs wheezing gasp and then restarts the Game. It makes her stomach churn. Almost as much as seeing the image of her own skeletal frame mimicked in Kyokoâs body.
Thereâs nothing fun about seeing someone you love starve to death.)
~
Sayaka succeeds.
Sayaka succeeds, and she doesnât try to kill herself because even though she didnât know her actions would cause everyone else to die, she did, somehow, and so sheâs prepared for what it means to graduate, what it means to win, what it means to get out alive.
Sayaka looks up at the Mastermind with eyes wide with recognition and hears, âCanât end the show on one episode! Sorry, babe.â
(Sheâs cruel when she says that Sayakaâs band members are all dead. Her despair is warm as a beating heart.)
~
Makoto doesnât switch rooms with Sayaka, and when Leon goes to meet with her, they have a nice conversation about music, and nobody dies.
Makoto doesnât switch rooms with Sayaka, but Hina still hides herself with Sakura, and instead of waking up one day to Leon or Sayakaâs murdered body, they wake up another day later to Hina having disappeared and the school smelling of burnt flesh.
The thing is, they all know what happened to Hina, but none of them actually discover her body, so thereâs no announcement.
It feels a bit like this isnât the right ending.
~
(This time, she gives Sakura explicit murder instructions. No throwing bodies in the incinerator. You have to die this time, Sakura.
Sakura tries to strangle her instead, which is a fun thought, except that she grins and grins and grins.)
~
(This time, she tells Sayaka that her band members are all alive. Safe and sound.)
~
Makoto doesnât switch rooms with Sayaka, and Makoto convinces Hina to sleep somewhere else, and Sakura rips off Celesteâs fake hair, and Mukuro looks up at the cameras with eyes that clearly ask, Is this what you wanted, sis?
~
The next time, Mukuro hesitates before the Spears of Gungnir hit her. She looks up at the cameras and blinks twice. Her head tilts ever so gently to one side. Then her gaze flicks to the spears. Her mouth makes a small, Oh.
(She hits the respawn button so hard that it nearly breaks.)
~
(It doesnât matter.)
~
Mukuro hesitates before stepping on Monokuma and decides against it. She doesnât know why. She trusts her sister, obviously, but something says not to provoke her right now.
Even if it is scripted.
~
When Chihiro doesnât die, Alter Ego is a lot more aggressive.
(Unfortunately for them, she has her own Alter Ego by this point, working in the shadows, stopping them at every turn.)
~
Unfortunately for Mukuro, when she doesnât get killed by the Spears of Gungnir, Sakura kills her instead. Grabs her head between both hands and presses together untilâ
Well.
Mukuro tries to stop her. Claws shreds in Sakuraâs legs with the razor sharp bear claws sheâs been given in the place of fingernails.
Her head explodes, eventually. Blood and brain mixed together all over the walls. Not as cool as when Jack killed Mondo, of course, but still pleasantly appealing. Itâs hard to even tell the difference between the pink of her blood and the pink of her brains.
Kyoko finds the small bits of flesh under Mukuroâs fake fingernails, notes the gauze wrapped around Sakuraâs legs, and puts two and two together.
(Maybe next time Sakura should kill Kyoko.)
~
Mukuro turns before Sakura can grab her head between her hands, but it doesnât do any good.
Sakura grabs her head between her thighs and smashes it faster.
(Sheâs not gonna lie â that was impressive. She should save a video of that just for her own personal use.)
~
Sakura tries to strangle the Mastermind, and a still living Mukuro slits her throat before any harm can come to her.
Unfortunately, this is still considered a murder.
The Spears of Gungnir make a return! Itâs not as fun this time.
~
(This time, she tells Sayaka the truth: There is no escape.)
~
Sakura strangles Kyoko, and none of them are smart enough to figure out that she did it.
Sakura confesses at the end because, unlike Sayaka, she will never find it acceptable to sacrifice the rest of her classmates just to find out the truth.
~
Hina drowns in the swimming pool.
Chihiro is impaled with spears that, really, no one else should have access to.
Makoto thinks heâs seen all of this before, his stomach cramping with nothing but dĂ©jĂ vu.
~
(The Game is boring without Kyoko.
The Game is worse when she has the same memories everyone else does.
The Game suffers because even without her memories, Kyoko canât be anyone other than who she is.
The unfortunate thing is that this has never worked out for her. If she lost her memories, she would be an entirely different person. But no one ever takes her memories.
Yasuke tried, sure, and would have succeeded if he had figured out a way to make it permanent.
Unfortunate, then, that she was the one to figure it out.
It could have saved so many problems.
Not least of which is how bored she is getting with this entire thing.)
~
Makoto wakes up.
Makoto walks into the front room to meet all of his new classmates.
Within thirty seconds, every single one of them is impaled.
He doesnât understand whatâs going on.
Blood trickles from his lips.
He looks up at video cameras and wonders who, in their right mind, would enjoy this sort of thing?
(No one. She doesnât even enjoy this. She just had to do it. At least once. Just to see what would happen.)
~
This time, only most of them are impaled.
Makoto and Kyoko are both left alive.
Mukuro tries to pull a Sayaka and write something in her blood, but another spear stabs direct through both of her hands, stopping her.
Even without her memories, Kyoko knows enough to know that Makoto didnât do something like this, although she doesnât know how â or why â she knows this. Itâs baked into her blood, after all.
Itâs not baked into Makotoâs blood, though.
He drops to his knees and sobs.
(Thereâs something fun about seeing Makoto break, she canât deny that. But even that gets boring after a while.
When Kyoko figures her out, she yawns. She waves her fingers at Kyoko, who stares at her through the video cameras, and resets the Game again.)
~
Once, Mukuro points a gun at the back of the Mastermindâs head.
Enough.
The Mastermind just laughs.
Whatâs enough?
The Mastermind resets the Game again before Mukuro can stop her.
(Then she makes some changes in the code so that canât happen again.)
~
Sakura catches the Mastermind exactly once.
She pops her head between her thighs with a strange sense of déjà vu.
But with the Mastermind dead, that should be it, shouldnât it? Everything shouldâ
(She had to know. She had to know what it felt like. She planned it so that her hand would fall on the reset button as she died.)
~
Junko resets and she resets and she keeps her memory of every Game and she has clips here and there and everywhere. When she gets bored, she replays some of her favorite moments, but they donât have the same appeal they once did. Unfortunately, she can feel herself growing tired even of those.
And while there are still a lot more versions of the Game she could run, a lot more deaths she could see, sheâsâŠ.
Tired.
Sure, sure, in a real Game, there would be a secret ending to unlock if she got every ending, but letâs be real here, how long will that take? And itâs not like thereâs a guide for this, or anything like that.
Junko runs the pad of her thumb on the button and wonders just what would need to happen for Makoto to kill someone.
Then, she grins.
~
Makoto figures it out.
Kyoko doesnât figure it out; Makoto does.
Itâs something he canât even name, something about seeing Junkoâs freckles and Junkoâs magazines, and it hits him like a wave ofâŠof something.
Thatâs not figuring it out, of course.
Heâd say he was remembering it, but it feels likeâŠlike thereâs a lot he doesnât remember.
~
Makoto wakes while everyone slumbers and makes his way to an unlocked kitchen and sees her standing there, bag of Cheetos in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other, munching them a little too loudly, and when she holds the bag out to him, he doesnât take it.
If I kill you, will that stop everything?
She grins. Wonât know if you wonât try, will you, lucky boy?
~
A complete set.
Junko looks at a complete set and lets out a sigh.
Thatâs fine, then.
She can be done.
This time, when she resets everything, she wipes their minds again. Sure, sure, itâll play like it did the first time, probably.
Unless she makes some adjustments.
~
(Makoto doesnât know what he needs to do to keep himself from dying. Sheâll fix that. But nothing else.
That Game wasnât the most entertaining, but. Well.
Sheâll give them the highlights of the other Games afterwards. Wonât that be fun?
Oh! And sheâll reset it and let them out. A final prize! Everyoneâs alive!
But all of you have killed each other so many times.
That will be fun to see!
PuhuhuhuhuâŠ.~)
~
Junko has seen these executions hundreds of times, knew how to beat them after once. Ultimate Analyst, baby.
Itâs only the compactor that she has no real control over.
Of course, by now, Junko knows how to beat it, if she wants, but sheâs playing it like she should have that first time. Instead of pulling out the button and triumphantly pushing it right as the compactor falls (resetting everything and saving herself the pain of being crushed), she lets it fall.
(She has already been crushed by the compactor. It hurts, but not in the warm, comforting way that having her head crushed by Sakuraâs thighs had been. This way, sheâs conscious enough to feel every single one of her bones break, splinter, cut through her fragile skin. Sometimes, her teeth shove up into her brain instead of simply cracking. Sometimes both. Her fingernails split down the middle, tear through her skin. What a way to go.)
And even still, she looks up.
Maybe Alter Ego will save her this time.
It happens, every now and again.
(Sometimes, her own Alter Ego saves her, too, and she sees the despair of there being two of her entering all of the survivors before she resets the Game. It was splendidly thrilling the first time, but even that has lost its luster.)
But no.
She set this to end the way it should have the first time Makoto was smart enough to save himself.
Itâs not the most painful death.
But it will suffice.
~
When Junko dies, crushed beneath the compactor that should have (but did not) crush him, a red button skids across the floor, spattered with her blood. Makoto picks it up, only for Kyoko to take it from him. She comments on how the button itself seems well-used, how this is not a brand new shining button but that the color has started to fade, how some of the patterns around it have worn off from use. She puzzles over that; it doesnât make sense that the button intended to let them out should look like this.
But the others donât care, but Makoto doesnât care.
Byakuya snatches the button from her hands and marches to the door, pretending to be their leader again when everyone can see that he very clearly wasnât.
They gather in front of the door.
He presses the button.
#bandit fic#danganronpa#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#danganronpa thh#drthh#dr thh#thh#trigger happy havoc#junko enoshima#enoshima junko#makoto naegi#naegi makoto#kyoko kirigiri#kirigiri kyoko#sayaka maizono#maizono sayaka#sakura ogami#ogami sakura#mukuro ikusaba#ikusaba mukuro#asahina aoi#aoi asahina#byakuya togami#togami byakuya#chihiro fujisaki#fujisaki chihiro#mondo owada#owada mondo#leon kuwata#kuwata leon
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Hi dad... im 20 and trans in the us and i have no idea what to do with myself... ive heard from family up in canada that things are also bad there... im just so scared how are you coping? i dont know what to do and dont really have anyone else to talk to in my family theyre all hardcore trump supporters. sorry for telling you all this i just dont know where else to turn... i hope youre well though despite everything happening right now
hey! â€ïž I'm almost 40 and definitely-not-cis, and I'm not sure what to do with myself either. we've got a jerk up here who's itching to call an election and try to form his very own ass-kissing Vichy knockoff just in time to roll out the red carpet for Leon Cocksucker and his new FĂŒhrer; conservative premiers (provincial governors) have already been testing the waters re: health care and bodily autonomy; and at all levels of government, they're threatening to invalidate our charter rights via the abuse of a heretofore rarely-used mechanic intended solely for emergencies.
i genuinely believed that this was all going to turn out differently, but it hasn't, and facism spreads a lot like a cold. Canada likes to pretend to be cool but really we're just an annoying little sibling... which our collective behaviour tends to reflect, oftentimes not for the better.
by Canadian standards I'm kind of garbage, but by global standards my life is pretty charmed; i've known for a long time that it wasn't entirely sustainable, but i genuinely didn't believe I'd have the rug pulled out from under me quite like this. in retrospect i've been watching it happen my whole life, but the recent acceleration has been really â well, not surprising, but... it's been something.
anyway, i'm going on â what I really meant to say was "holy shit I'm sorry you're stuck with people like that" and "please focus on keeping yourself safe, because that has just become your primary obligation". not that it was a picnic before, but being trans just got a lot more difficult. it was supposed to "get better" â but frankly it hasn't; not meaningfully, and i'm horrified that we've let it get this bad.
not that it can't get better again â but we kind of all dropped the ball (i mean us oldish people especially), and now we have to pick up again. print out and save gay and trans stories; write down your own stories; research the past and preserve it for as long as it's available to you. strike a balance between being safe and being yourself, because while visibility just became more dangerous, it also just became that much more important.
months ago, i took my pride pin off of my bag; i hated doing it, but people are becoming increasingly abrasive, and (selfishly, certain caveats notwithstanding) I didn't want to attract any negative attention. i regret that decision now, for as much fuss as it might have spared me, and so i think I might consider putting it back on soon. maybe that will be part of coping; maybe it will help someone; maybe it will be ineffective or even harmful... but like you, I'm not sure what else to do right now. not in light of what's just happened.
things had already been a bit tough, and this isn't exactly helping, but knowing that i'm not alone in grieving what we've lost counts for something. i'm bad at people (VERY bad, like disability-cheque-bad), but none of us can afford to be an island anymore... so i actually can't thank you enough for reaching out. you've probably helped me more than I've helped you, but i hope there's something in this that resonates and makes you feel less alone anyway... because you're not, not at all, even though i'm sure it feels like it in the midst of that hellscape.
i'm going to go watch star wars now, maybe write something... but i'm still here.
someone smart once told me that if it isn't okay, then it just means it isn't over yet. i believe them. we'll make it because we have to; what other choice do we have?
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depressed leon, BUT (this is gross btw)
he's a little too sad to remember to eat sometimes, and thus, he's a bit malnourished. not dangerously so, nothing extreme or of imminent concern, but he's not doing so hot health wise.
because of this, his post-plaga cravings get really weird and really ramp up after the malnutrition thing starts to get a little spicy. (that's what you get for only drinking alco- err.... coffee + whatever garbage carbs on the gas station shelf)
you'd think he was pregnant by the way he's craving oddities. if uh, a pregnant person wanted to gobble up roadkill pelican style.
one day he gets this... wild idea. he's embarrassed about it, so he's doing his best to hide it. and the cravings are just too strong to deny his overwhelming curiosity.
the roadkill he's snagged is particularly unpleasant. few days old, rotten and covered in maggots. it fuckin stinks. and stupid plaga-brain is fighting with rational human brain as his fucked brain chemistry can't decide to salivate or throw up.
he's craving meat. he's craving protein. salt. magnesium.... a fat steak isn't enough. greasy ass salty fries ain't doing it either.
carrion beetles, fly larva, ants, everything goes in on the grill, which he's definitely stealing after he's done. (it's a public park and he doesn't want anyone getting sick.)
it's the dead of night. he's made sure he's alone.
the mystery road meat... he can't tell what the smell is now as it cooks but plaga-brain is going crazy. even without a trace of the physical parasite, it's permanently fucked his brain.
he's got sauces with him to cover up the expected terrible taste and... well, he's fucking devouring it. no seasonings, nothing.
at least he cooked it, right?
and... he still uses the sauces. and a different sauce. chocolate sauce. why? why?? why is he enjoying this? it's a nightmare and he's snapping the bones for the fuckin bone marrow now.
the only thing he doesn't eat is the fur.
bonus: there was a bonus rat inside that got stuck when he wrapped up his free meal. like a chocolate cream egg. the rat being the cream.
#resident evil#post-plaga cravings headcanon#leon s kennedy#tw food#tw ed#tw eating disorder#i didn't describe this as disgusting as i could have? or wanted to#i think my brain was just tricked by writing that he cooks it over eating it raw#really the idea the whole time was roadkill + choccy sauce#been craving chocolate probably bcuz im not taking care of myself like i need to#im trying
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Out Of The Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 11)
Six fathers stand before five children.Â
Leon taps his foot, arms crossed. âSo⊠who wants to explain themselves?â
âShe started it!â Mikey shouts, pointing at Tweetie whoâs still rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She chirps in shock and rage!
âYour dads started it!â
âNow now!â Hypno puts his hands on his hips. âTweetalinda Wellington Stone, you know the rules about fighting turtles!â
Tweetie slumps. âStay away from the small ones.â
âThatâs right. These guys are no joke, you know!â Hypno waves his arms at the Mad Dogz. âThe small one can throw skyscrapers!â
âBut the tiny ones canât! And adults donât fight kids!â
âUh, hate to burst your bubble, kid, but we were children when your adult dads started fighting us,â Leon informs.
Tweetieâs feathers puff with rage. âWell-! Well, uh, no-one really got hurt! They hit each other more than I hit them!â
âThose were accidents!â Donnie defends.
âAnd they only happened because you swung your hammer at us!â Raph points at her with a saiâ which is promptly confiscated by his father.
âOkay, okay.â Raphie sighs. âListen, kids. We adults may have problems with each other, but we donât want you inheriting those problems. You guys have no beef! If, you know, you ignore this whole situation.â
âAnd we donât want you getting hurt,â Warren says to Tweetie. âEven an illustrious villain such as Iââ
âWho is he again?â Angelo whispers to Donald. Donald shrugs.
ââdoesnât think thereâs value in harming the children of my enemies. And I especially donât want those enemies harming my child!â
âDoes he think weâd fight a ten-year-old?â Raphie says aloud.
âAre you saying we wouldnât?â Donald asks. Raphie frowns at him. Raph Jr. grins up at his uncle.
âIâd fight them again,â Tweetie chirps, crossing her arms.
âWell so would we! And Donnie would figure out how to beat you again!â Raph barks back, putting an arm around his younger brother. All four turtles scowl at Tweetie, who scowls right back.
The six fathers all share a look- not the look of enemies, not the look of shared mutant-ship, but the look of disappointed parents.
âThen you leave us no choice,â Hypno says, lowering his head dramatically. âWeâre all in agreement.â
âThis hurts to say, boys,â Angelo sniffles. âBut⊠youâreâŠâ
The six fathers speak at once.
âGrounded.â
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âUuuhhhhhggg!â Raph kicks the rug in the living room. âThis sucks!â
âI know, dude! Itâs like weâre being punished!â Mikey lays on his plastron, sunk deep into a beanbag.
âWe are being punished, Mikey.â Leo looks longingly at the Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu movies they arenât allowed to watch for the next two days. âItâs so unfair!â
âThey did tell us not to get into fights.â Donnie sits in the middle of the room, trying to take apart an old junky camera heâd found using a paper clip and a butter knife.Â
âCanât Shelldon sneak us a movie or something?â Mikey whines, scrambling up and over to the screen on the coffee table.
âSorry little dudes,â Shelldon says. âGrounded protocol is active, all I can do is watch you while the Mad Dogz are out.â
âBut youâre our big brother!â Mikey clasps his hands together. âCanât you, uh, override yourself?â
âMaybe if I had a body lilâ dude, but Iâm just an app right now!â
âI still donât know why Dad wonât let me make you a body,â Donnie grumps, prying the lens casing off the camera.
âBecause everything you make blows up,â Raph says, plopping down next to Donnie and picking up the butter knife to twirl in his fingers. âAnd a robot can walk places before it blows up.â
âNot everything!â Donnie looks down the hall that leads to his fatherâs labâ which has collected a significant amount of burn marks, broken bricks, and metal patch jobs since Donnie started building his own projects at his dadâs side. âJust⊠some, things.â
âItâs because you use garbage, little dude,â Shelldon says.Â
âI try to use Dadâs stuff!â Donnie grabs the butter knife back from Raph and twists the paperclip around the tip, making a makeshift screwdriver for the screen of the camera. âItâs just⊠hard! I feel weird messing up so much with all of it! At least if I mess up with garbage, the only thing that blew up is garbage.â
âHey, you donât always mess up.â Leo sits next to Donnie. âLike the little TV you made.â
âOr the pizza warmer!â Mikey bounces in place. âYou made that out of an old toaster and it never blows up!â
âAs long as Leo doesnât use it,â Raph snarks, elbowing his older brother as he tjoins the circle next to Leo.
âItâs not my fault toasters hate me!â Leo elbows Raph back, then looks at Donnie again. âBut, you also made that stuff for fires we could use without our dads knowing.â
âThe self-dissipating fire suppression foam? I-I just formulated that off some stuff Papa Draxum and I were experimenting with.â
âAnd because of it, no-one even knows we set our skateboards on fire trying to add rockets,â Mikey says sagely. â... Hey, maybe we can do that again while weâre grounded! They canât take away trash!â
Donnie looks at the makeshift screwdriver in his hand. âHmmâŠâ He looks at Shelldon. âAre you gonna tell on us if we do?â
âProgrammed to, brah. Sorry.â
âThen⊠we wonât make any rockets out of trash.â
âSounds good!â
Donnie grins, deviously, and looks at his brothers. Raph matches the mischief with his own grin, and Mikey whoops while rolling onto his back. Leo winces.
âI dunno⊠what if we get grounded even more?â
âWhat if I model yours after Jupiter Jimâs space-board from the Miami-Terra 4 trilogy?â Donnie offers. He looks at Shelldon. âUh, in theory.â
âCool theory, lilâ bro!â
Leo considers it⊠and then smiles. âWith the turtle-shark shaped engine and everything?â
âYes!â Raph and Mikey high-five over Leo joining in, and Raph pats Leo on the back. âBeing grounded wonât be so bad after all!â
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âI canât believe we really grounded them!â Angelo wails, laying on top of a billboard and putting a hand over his eyes. âWeâre the lame parents we always swore not to become!â
âHEY!â Splints lashes his tail, throwing a garlic knot between Angeloâs eyes. Angelo yelps as he tumbles off the billboard, catching himself with his mystic powers before he hits the rooftopâ to save the building from harm more than himself.
âItâs true,â Raphie sniffles, holding a drawing Raph Jr. did for him a couple years ago of the two of them fighting some robots. âWe mustâve done something wrong!â
âYou have done nothing wrong, my sons.â Splints climbs up Raphieâs back so he can lay a hand on his shoulder. âSometimes, children just do things they are told not to, and they need to learn there are reasons they are told not to do some things.â
âBut what if weâve been setting a bad example?â Leon sits on the edge of the rooftop, dangling one leg over the side and using the other to rest his arms and chin on. âI mean, they want to fight so bad because we fight. What if we did jump into this parenting thing too soon, and because we donât know what weâre doing, theyâll get hurt?â
âNot if I complete my full-body growth-acclimating armor,â Donald says, working on the blueprints as they speak. âI started working on it three hours ago, so I should have it done by⊠breakfast.â
âBut if we coddle them itâll be even worse!â Angelo chews on the chain of his âchucks. âIf only we knew someone who knew what raising kids is like!â
Splints eye twitches. âI AM STANDING RIGHT HERE! I LITERALLY CAME ALONG TO GIVE YOU FATHERLY ADVICE!â
âThatâs why? I thought you just needed a new robe again.â
âNO! Well, maybe. But the main reason is the advice! Listen, my sons. I, too, did not expect fatherhood to be a part of my life. I made many mistakes.â
Donald opens his mouth.
âWhich we know without exact numbers!â
Donald closes his mouth.
Splints sighs, rubbing his forehead. âMy point is, it is not easy. And you boys are already doing⊠a better job, than I did when you were their ages. It is impossible to be a perfect parent. But your sons love you, and respect you. They are good boysâ they will understand why you had to do this, and learn from it.â
âBut⊠theyâll be upset with us.â Raphie holds the drawing close to his chest.
âYou have been upset with me, yes?â
âPlenty.â âOh, sure.â âUpset is a strong wordâŠâ âYou STOLE MY TURTLE TANK!â
âOkay, okay!â Splints huffs. âBut you forgave me, didnât you?â
âOf course we did!â âAfter a bit.â âWe love you, Dad!â âWhat is your definition of âforgaveâ?âÂ
âSo your sons will forgive you four.â Splints gestures for them to move in, and to the best of his ability hugs all four of his sons. âAnd as I said. They are good boys! They are likely regretting their actions, already.â
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Donnie sticks his tongue out as he tightens the bolt using a pair of bent metal chopsticks he welded together out of a makeshift blowtorch. âPliers?â
Mikey laughs and hands over a pair of âpliersâ fashioned out of some old kiddie scissors. Donnie carefully attaches a wire to the tiny engine made out of old cameras, broken computer parts, and the remains of an old gas-powered stove.
Donnie wipes his forehead and sighs, then smiles. âI think theyâre done! Behold, the ah⊠the shellboards!âÂ
He holds his hands out in proud display as his brothersâ eyes shine. Their little skateboards are now fitted with tiny rocket engines on the backs. Including a casing shaped like a turtle shell with a shark fin on top for Leoâs.
âAWESOME!â Mikey laughs widely as he grabs his and throws it down, flipping on top. âHow does it work?!â
âThis pedal turns it on, and to turn it off you just step on it aga-â
âTURBO TIME, DUDES!â Mikey steps on the pedal and blasts off.
âHEY, WAIT FOR US!â Raph hops on next and takes off after Mikey, the both of them whooping and cheering!
âGUYS! YOUâLL BREAK SOMETHING! ⊠Well, uh, only one way to catch them.â Leo hops onto his own board and zooms!
âMaybe Iâll get in less trouble since Iâm remembering my helmet.â Donnie straps it on, makes sure his knee and elbow pads are secure, and takes off after his brothers!
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âI canât believe you wouldnât let us bring home apology pizzas,â Angelo says as they walk through the sewers.
âAt least wait until theyâve been grounded for more than a few hours!â Splints says with a groan. His ears perk up, and he stops. âWait. Do you hearâŠâ
Leon leans forward with a hand to his ear-hole. âHappy screaming?â
Donald sniffs the air. âIs that⊠gasoline?â
Raphie backs up. âAnd is it getting closer?â
Angelo peers down the tunnel as a light shines from around a corner. âThey canât beââ
âHIT THE DECK!â Splints yanks his sons down to the ground as four tiny figures nearly fly overhead- if not for Raphieâs spikes catching on the wheels of the skateboards, sending them all tumbling off to the ground. The boards, still on, carry on down the tunnel without their riders.
âOw!â Mikey rolls over. âWhat was tha⊠oooh.â
Angelo scoops Mikey up. âOhmigosh! Are you okay?!â
âIâm okay, Dad!â Mikey covers his shoulder.
âWhat are you hiding?â
âItâs just a scratch!â
âRaph!â Raphie picks his son up as well, dangling him at arms-length. âWhat are you guys thinking?! You donât even have your helmets on!â
âI do!â Donnie looks up at his dad, who stares down silently with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Donnie looks down. âUm, we didnât use the TV?â
A robotic arm from Donaldâs battleshell reaches down and plucks the helmet off Donnieâs head. âIt would have been better if you did.â
Leon crouches down to look his son in the eyes. âI know being grounded sucks, but this was literally the worst way to deal with the boredom! And, as awesome as rocket-powered skateboard are, you should not be messing with fire and high speeds when we arenât around!â
âThey were working really well until we got knocked off!â Leo defends. âDonnie nailed it this time!â
âWhat do you mean âthis timeâ?âÂ
â... UmâŠâ
âOkay, new rules!â Angelo tucks Mikey under his arm like heâs carrying a football. âFrom now on, no anything technology while youâre grounded! Yâall can color, eat already-cooked snacks, or talk to your aunts and uncle and grandpas, but nothinâ else!â
âBut Daaaad!â Mikey pops into his shell. âThatâs so lame!â
âWe wouldnât have to be lame if you guys didnât almost get yourselves killed today! Twice!â Raphie plunks Raph on his shoulders. âAnd you know what? No ninja lessons for the rest of the week!â
The chorus of four little âNoooooo!âs is almost enough to break Raphieâs resolveâ until Leon puts a hand on his shoulder and nods.
âAnd you, young man.â Donaldâs robotic arm holds out, awaiting something. âHand over whatever tools you used to make your highly impressive skateboards.â
Donnie sighs, and reaches into his belt. He hands over the butterknife with the paperclip, the chopstick-wrench, and the scissor-pliers. Donaldâs disappointed-dad look melts away as he examines the tools.Â
âDid you make these yourself?â
âUm, yeah.â
âOhmigosh! Look at how resourceful my son i-!â Donaldâs sparkling pride ceases when he turns and looks into the faces of his judging brothers and father. He clears his throat. âI mean, uh, donât do it again. While youâre grounded. Iâll put these in a completely not showing-off display case until you earn them back.â
âHow did you even do that while Shelldon was watching?â Leon asks as they all trudge back to the lair. âI thought he had some kinda alert system.â
âWe went in another room,â Raph grumbles. âTold him it was hide-and-seek but using the lair cameras was cheating.â
âYou guys are too smart for your own goods,â Raphie says, pinching between his eyes. âOkay, no more lying to your robot-brother/uncle or your human one or anyone else!â
âWe canât lie, canât ride, canât fight.â Mikey pops out of his shell, dangling from under his dadâs arm. âWhat can we do?!â
âHow about you write your own comic?â Angelo looks around. âThatâs uh, not against grounding rules, is it?â
âUh⊠I donât think so.â Raphie looks at Leon. Leon shrugs, so Raphie looks at Donald. Donald also shrugs.
âI think that will be fine.â Splints nods once. âIt will be a good outlet foooooOOOOOO- BOYS!â
The four children wince as their fathers and grandfather stand in shock at the state of the lair living/entry room. The beanbags are singed from the passing rockets, thereâs rubber marks on the floor, and smoke hangs heavy in the room. Shelldonâs tablet lays on the floor, the icon of his face showing Xâs for eyes as he groans.
â... Oops,â Leo whispers.
âThe comic can start⊠AFTER YOU CLEAN THIS ROOM!â Splints shoves various supplies into all of their hands. The four children whine, and Splints growls and glares.Â
âYes, grandpa,â they chorus.
#tmnt 2012#rottmnt#tmnt 2k12#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt crossover#fanfic#my attempts at fanfic#reincarnated au
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I don't realize that I possess a high level of confidence until I am around other women. I then get to witness how disembodied, timid or afraid many of us are, how scared we can be to share our real thoughts, especially to someone we may be attracted to, or do things alone. I get to see how we can be easily triggered or ungrounded based on what is happening in the environment. I also notice that women tend to pay a lot of attention to how others are perceiving them, observing who is watching, and easily influenced or altered by other people's emotions/actions. I used to be like that as well. This is actually a weakened, hyper-feminine, damsel-in-distressed state and building more harmony in our energetic makeup will be necessary for mind-body-spirit-economic thriving. I wasn't always confident that's for sure, not in my teens or early 20s. When I think about where my confidence rose from, it had a lot to do with me learning to unplug from the matrix, letting go the need to blindly follow status quo thinking, learning to adore my own company and do things alone, and strengthtraining my body. I stopped following the crowd and doing what was cool and popular in my late 20s and started training my body to open up my guardian wisdomkeeper within in order to bring my divine gifts into the world. The Core of the Body is the Original Brain "Most say the gut/core is the 2nd brain, but I treat my gut like the first brain." --India If you have the mobility, any kind of routine and ritualized bending, twisting, squatting, lunging, pulling/pushing, or walking/sprinting action sparks the flow/fluids/energy in your core area. Everything is energy and when we bring in more energy into the center of our bodies (our core/womb space/gut), we begin to solve our body's issues. I have a very "prissy" sassy, socialized feminine nature. It's how I was raised and what I saw modeled growing up in my home. And I have been to the most hood ass gym alone in Atlanta, "Lee Haney Gym" on Ponce de Leon. It was occupied mostly by big muscular men and a few women who competed in bodybuilding competitions and were on steroids in obvious ways. And I still was able to workout alone. This gym had the best high-quality equipment that I could afford at the time and I would put on my headphones, focus my gaze, and do what I needed to do. Overtime I found some of the men to be the sweetest, kindest souls and they embraced me like a little sister and the others --well--I pretty much ignored them. Plus doing exercises that work the center of the body (solar plexus or belly area) gifts you with a natural confidence that can't be faked. This area energetically corresponds to the solar plexus, or the spaciousness where non-arrogant warrior-level confidence is born. Anything from squats, pilates, to HIIT classes will help to bring more stability to your body which increases your knowledge of self and naturally inspires greater confidence. Taking l-theanine magnesium (regulates sleep and anxiety) and not treating your stomach like a 'garbage can' also help. Nurturing the truth of the divine feminine is deeply DEEPLY important but nourishing athleticism (in harmony with your unique and beautiful range of motion and mobility) and nutrient-dense cellular nutrition are also important. Always pray over your food as well. You can't be so feminine that you leave your body behind. And a healthy (or healthier) body is a naturally confident one.
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đ„š & đ for fanfic writer ask
đ„šHow do you overcome writer's block?
If Iâm struggling to write usually I will either try and write through it and remind myself even if itâs garbage that is okay I can always change it later, or I will place everything on the back burner for a few days and try and wait it out
đWhat's a story that changed significantly from its initial idea to the final draft?
Nothing has changed that drastically tbh. Originally the ending to knives are faster was going to be sad though hdhdhhd, I was gonna set it later in training and at the end have Krauser be told that he and his unit were going on Operation Javier but Leon had mysterious government orders to stay behindâąïž, but thennnn as I planned it I didnât have the heart to make it sad and also decided to set it at the start of training instead
Thank you for the ask though!!
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hey!! just curious if youâve seen the 2021 resident evil live action (welcome to raccoon city). itâs total hot garbage and also my favorite resident evil hands down. i know a lot of people really hate how leon is depicted in it but i think itâs a really interesting take on his characterâ at his core heâs just a 21 year old kid that went to work one day and suddenly got dumped into what seemed like the beginning of the end of the world, and welcome to raccoon city really strips him down to the bare bones of ârookie cop who has no idea what the hell is going on or whyâ. anyway thereâs genuine criticism to be had of that movie since 90% of it makes no sense but iâm curious on your take!! and if you havenât seen it, just know that i will take full responsibility for any emotional or psychic damage it may cause if you ever watch it haha
Omg yes I've seen it and 100% agree with everything you've said!! It was honestly such a fun and campy movie, both qualities that I appreciate in a piece of Resident Evil media. I've always wondered about the wishy washy circumstances behind how Leon ended up being so late to his first day in the games (he broke up with his girlfriend? He went on a drinking binge? What was going on there??) and I love that the movie just leaned into all that.
Also, what I think made me really like this movie for him is that he's NOT ALONE. He's got a whole ensemble cast to slowly descend into apocalyptic zombie times with. Plus him actually getting to have a first day of work that kinda starts off normal made me buy into this more slacker-ish and less bright-eyed eyed and bushy tailed version of him. (The addition about him shooting his partner in the ass during training and his bigshot cop dad pulling some strings to bail him out??? Every one of those details, what a choice!) It's definitely a more realistic depiction of a 21 year old kid, even tho I tenderly love dorky lawful good re2r Rookie Leon....
Man now I wanna watch it again!!
(need to hear Chris say he wants to die snuggled in Wesker's big burly arms again....)
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Worst Aeon take that I've seen was someone insisting that the jet ski part of trailer proves that she must've brought it along to island in an elaborate plan specifically to save Leon. As if she's a fortune teller who must've known he'd be there, knew exactly how the entire mission would turn out, knew that he'd turn down the helicopter ride and that he'd need to quickly save Ashley from the explosion before she arrived. Did this person even play the god damn game or know anything about Ada at all?
I'm so scared that when they realise SW has seized the opportunity to actually make her a character and give her an entire story that isn't about running around in the shadows saving him, there'll be so much uproar that Capcom won't continue on the current path. It's irrational, but god DAMN these people are so fuckin loud that I'm terrified they'll ruin the experience for fans who actually like her and enjoy the new timeline.
in their defense
that's literally what happened in OG's Separate Ways.
OG's SW reveals that Ada planned everything in RE4 -- even down to the point of somehow making sure that Leon would be the agent assigned to this mission in the first place. because OG's SW was fucking garbage. and that's also why Aeon stans are so obsessed with the idea that Ada left a little love note for Leon in the bear keychain, since it has that zipper in the back -- because it's not implausible, because she knew all along that she was going to toss him that key eventually.
but if it helps at all
the average dev cycle for an RE game these days seems to be about 6 years. whatever follow-up game to RE4make they're making, it's already well in development. DG said to expect the next title in the Remake series no sooner than 2025, but more likely 2026. the backlash to SW would have to be RE6 levels of outrage for Capcom to scrap 3-4 years of development.
and Capcom seems to be acutely aware of the fact that SW is going to cause a shitstorm. I was thinking about this yesterday, actually. it is so beyond bizarre that they sat on the confirmation of SW's existence for literal years, when everyone knew it was going to be a thing that inevitably happened with a remake of Resident Evil 4 -- and not only did they sit on the announcement and refuse to confirm anything, they only gave a seven day window in between announcement and launch.
from a marketing perspective, doing that is making a deliberate choice to hamstring launch-day sales for the sake of withholding information. the sweet spot for this is usually 3-6 months between announcement and launch, because it's enough time for people to talk about it and spread the word but not so much time that people get fatigued/distracted and forget about it. but to keep the game in the conversation, more trailers and gameplay videos and interviews need to be released consistently in that 3-6 month window.
doing it this way means that Capcom consciously chose to deny themselves that crucial window for word of mouth to spread, because they'd rather have a highly curated pre-launch marketing campaign where they only have to show under sixty seconds of story content and never have to talk about it in interviews -- because they don't want people to have enough time and/or information to become suspicious or start speculating about just how drastically the story is going to change, because they know that diehards and purists are going to be fucking angry.
they basically made a calculated decision and came to the conclusion that it was financially in their best interest to try to prevent people who would otherwise normally buy the DLC from deciding they didn't want it, as opposed to trying to spread the word and rope in as many new sales as possible. their goal was to prevent loss, not promote growth.
which is
kinda nuts when you consider what the fucking point of paid DLC is in the first place.
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i now realize why i donât frequent tiktok as much, itâs just a toxic pile of garbage.
iâm gonna rant a little here to brush up on what i mean but in all honesty, resident evil as a franchise has been in my life for A WHILE and i mean A WHILE, if i could be straight out of the womb playing the 2002 resident evil remake on my dumb ass game cube i would. the thing iâm trying to pry at here is like weâre all in it to just get a sense of joy out of our interests or maybe itâs not necessarily an interests, itâs more like a âwow, i really like this character.â it doesnât matter how long youâve been in the game for, you donât have this superiority over 14 year olds on tiktok making edits of resident evil 4 remake leon.. you just donât. i never understood as to why it was such a big issue for people to get into a game just because you found a character attractive.. let people live. you think youâre so fucking cool ripping on editors on a social media platform when in reality you just look like a geek. go have sex with a woman for once in your life, virgin. i will never get tired of seeing an edit of leon on my fyp and then be met with an audio clip of him whimpering after, itâs the highlight of my day precisely! moral of the story, donât be an asshole that sucks all the fun out of everything like you werenât just beating the fuck out of your dick when resident evil 3 got a remake fucking pussy.
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PokeFair Select Scouts (January 2024)
If you have 5k paid gems to burn, you may be looking at these PokeFair Select Scouts like hey, this seems pretty worth it. A selection of anything in the Strike, Tech, or Support roles? Crazy. Some who don't spend routinely may be considered. But with only one pick, who is best to get?
Striker Pool Is it just me, or have we not gotten many Strikers lately? I feel like that's going to change with the introduction of High Score and all that, but it still feels Tech dominated.
SS Red - At this point, SS Red is kinda garbage. He can still get a general on-type job done but he's a shadow of his former self.
SS Hilda - Legitimately fantastic. If you somehow don't have Fire under control, this is how you get it under control. Hilda has brutal power, would definitely recommend.
Classic Blue - If you need Rock, just Tech for SS Diantha.
N - Not as good as he used to be.
Steven - Pretty sad overall.
Cynthia - Ground is a rare type, but she's only worth talking about at 3/5, and even then is a rare "wants 5/5 for the utility."
SS Cynthia - Having a 3-person run with Lucas and SS Leon. She's in the same boat as base Cynthia, too.
Emmet - See C!Blue.
Lance - Similar to Cynthia, but hard wants 5/5 to do like anything of value.
Alder - Bug is so hard to shop for. If you got Winter Viola, this is her best partner, otherwise he's tame Hyper Beam spam.
Palmer - Funny Numbers Man. I don't know how he holds up in 3k meta, but think about how much you like off-type, because his life is 100% off type.
SS Giovanni - None of his types are needed anymore. He's slow as dirt and I hate him.
Diantha - Not all that exceptional for Fairy damage anymore.
SS Lana - Honestly the most skippable Tapu. She doesn't mesh well with SS Lusamine at all, and I don't respect her damage output because she relies too heavily on SS Acerola for the impressive showcases.
Lysandre - Needs 5/5. No listen to me. It's that bad.
SS Lysandre - Powerhouse Water Striker with a nuke of a B Move. Very, very good, so long as he can burn.
Eusine - Pretty good! Get SS Lys instead.
Emma - Arguably the best pick. Even 1/5 holds tremendous DPS, Poison is a crazy rare offensive type, and Emma's still one of the best. Team Speed control is also fantastic.
Victor - AoE Max Move. Arguably good for High Score.
Gloria - Only good 4/5 or higher.
SS Leon - Rerunning with SS Cynthia and Lucas, who are better pairs.
SS Piers - Primary electric, so unnecessary with rats, secondary Poison isn't worth talking about. Has field effects but isn't too consistent with either.
Rose - See SS Giovanni.
Personal opinion, Emma's far and away the best one here. Rare offensive typing, excellent DPS pressure at 1/5, great tools for a team like +4 team speed in one move. Emma's excellent. SS Hilda's really good too, for those who care about needing a Fire type, and SS Lys or Eusine are good for Water. There's a case to be made for SS Piers, but I'm not going to make it. Palmer was hilariously broken in 2.5k Master Mode meta, but I don't know if he's holding up in the transition. Pretty much everything else needs high investment. So many are old, and so many needed 5/5 expansions to become more relevant.
My pull will be Palmer. I've either got or don't care about everything else. But I skipped Normal Zone because I couldn't justify it, and now I can.
Tech Pool Tech has a billion options, and feels like it has the most that have never rerun. Anni Skyla, SS Cyrus, Classic Elesa; these are super rare acquisitions.
SS Roxie - Arguably the best pair on this list. Rare Poison type, solid secondary electric DPS, field effects for both, and the coveted Tech/Strike role combo. Also the outfit's really good.
SS Korrina - Hilarious boost from the "Five Stats +3" parameter in CS, and good at stealing buffs/nuking. I'm not her biggest fan.
Anni Skyla - Absolutely excellent at 3/5, but terrible before then.
SS Leaf - It's 5/5 or 1/5, take your pick. She has some good survival tools but is very, very dated at 1/5.
SS Hilbert - Excellent Bug damage that can also DPS for Fire, Ice, Water, and Electric. Solid Sp Def debuffs which are rare, too.
Lear - Big nuke man back when this mattered, currently kinda whatever. Ramps fast, though.
SS N - I like running SS N because I think he shouldn't work, but his damage output on Freeze Shock is impressive.
SS Steven - One of the most versatile pairs ever. Excellent offenses, wonderful dodge tank fast-ramping with Speed, never really used the other two but I hear Normal can do some stuff in Gauntlet with the 60% flinch rate.
C!Iris - Excellent nuke, really wants 4/5 for Aggravation in the modern meta. Not really worth it over BT Leon.
SS Hau - I think Hau kinda sucks. He has fun tools but I'm constantly unimpressed by him.
Classic Elesa - Astounding 1/5 value. Spectrum debuff on a paralyzed opponent with every hit.
SS May - Individual fast-ramp, great sync potential if set up, CS tends to be a lot harder to manage for her than you'd want.
Anni May - Similar to the above, but trade ramp for Psychic Terrain. Bianca tends to do as much.
SS Wally - Fairy Zone, which was significant before Sylveon eggmon. Good nuke that's hard to set up, crap DPS, horrid Buddy move conditional.
SS Silver - Fun, but similar to SS May, his myriad conditions make teambuilding stressful.
SS Diantha - Obscene. Even 1/5, she's providing every Rock damage dealer with everything they need, and contributing excellent DPS of her own.
Lucas - Still our only source of manual Dragon Zone. I don't think he's that great but some swear by him.
SS Cyrus - AoE sleep man. I think he's slightly overhyped. Sleep is hard to maintain, and getting Zone up for his sync is a pain.
Dojo Gloria - See SS May, but easier to set up and has Max Move.
Challenger Gloria - Cinderace is butt ugly, don't do it. I don't care if it's a Gauntlet Solo machine, or if its DPS pressure is sufficient to handle sides.
Marnie - SS C!Iris.
Bede - Hyper underrated utility pair with excellent bursts, but always runs next to a trio of Master Fairs so is often neglected. But trust me man, he's stupid good.
BT Leon - Piercing Blows with good Atk/Def debuffing. I think his kit is a bit wonky at times, but the man puts in good work.
Anni Raihan - Fast Ramp with stacking moves up next on Sandstorm, the sync pair. Needs 3/5 to really matter, since Sand is garbage without his Propulsion.
Oleana - Another excellent Poison nuke, with a great Max Move and phenomenal debuffing utility. A little slow on gauge though.
Tech is extremely good. There are a lot of solid choices here. For those who seem to do well across the board, BT Leon, Bede, SS Diantha are all excellent, even with 1/5 non-EX investment. Diantha is the current only source of Rock Zone too, so big props there. The rest tend to need higher investment, though there's a good argument for pairs like Oleana and SS Roxie for a rare offensive typing and their still-useful 1/5 traits.
My personal pick will be SS Roxie. While I am incredibly tempted by SS Hilbert, due to my lack of good Bug types, I just invested in Alder and got Winter Viola, so I'm hesitant to make that trade no matter how good he'll be in Bug High Score. Meanwhile, Roxie is just...easier. 1/5 she has status application and -2 AoE Sp Def debuffs. Hilbert doesn't compete with that until 3/5.
Support Pool In general, I think Supports are your best options to get. A good support carries, while a good Striker often still wants for something.
Classic Red - HMM, I wonder why the Red alts are all listed first! Weird how that happens even if Snorlax is ASS GARBAGE
SS Acerola - You've heard the stories. They're all true. You want to stack PMUN to the moon in very few turns for quick clears, Acerola is your girl. Mind the frailty.
SS Brendan - I disparage Brendan more than I should for a pair who is very, very good. Excellent bulk, Potion support, fast-acting buffs, harsh debuffs on a move that's mostly free when he takes hits, paralysis options, gauge management options, he does a ton.
SS Blue - Was never good, stop deluding yourselves.
SS Mina - Good for bulk, but little else. If you're a big fan of SS Leon (Kuri), Mina is a godsend. Her Buddy move will block sync damage enough to survive, and let Leon tear loose. Otherwise, her buffing kit is fairly poor.
Ingo - Languished in time, didn't get a good 5/5 grid. Sandstorm is butt chunks.
SS Dawn - I love her but she's dying for a grid expansion. There's not a thing she can do that a dozen other defensive supports since can do, except the Crisis Countdown and self-sacrifice set, which I don't like no matter how effective it is.
SS Morty - Excellent utility with Sun, defenses, and speed. Really good so long as you don't need to buff offensive stats.
Anabel - Worse than she should be, and I'm sorry.
Argenta - See SS Acerola. Their kits are very similar, but Argenta takes a slower pace of stacking in exchange for persistent application and accuracy buffs. I like Argenta better because she can drop field effects for CS.
Elaine - If she's 3/5, she's honestly insane. If she's any less than that, she's kinda garbage.
Penny - Very useful Fairy support, with AoE debuffs on Sp Def. Slightly frail, hard for her to maintain HP given the vampire Buddy move condition, but she does well enough.
Rachel, Sawyer, and Tina - They're 4*s, bro.
For support, "best pick" is defined by your needs. If you have NC Blue, you probably don't need SS Brendan no matter how good he is, while NC Leaf may mean SS Morty isn't as essential, especially if you gave her the Support role. SS Acerola or Argenta are excellent for PMUN stacking, if that's your speed. Penny is good for SMUN, in that she's the only option. Elaine is a great generalist but only at 3/5 or above.
I favor supports, so I have everything I need. I will still be taking SS Dawn for 5/5. One day, she'll get a grid expansion, and I'll want in on it. Better to do it for 5k now than wait for a potential Sinnoh cluster rerun where I have to worry about Lucas and SS Cyrus being around, you know?
Overall Best If I were like...brand new, right? And I had no resources, and no significant tools, and was asked hey. Who do you think offers the most out of everyone in any of these brackets? SS Diantha. Rock Zone is exclusive to her right now, Rock is a terrible offensive type to shop for, she elevates literally every Rock type to relevance with her hilarious combination of traits, and all of it is achievable at 1/5. I think by type, power, and low-cost impact, SS Diantha is the best bang for your buck. I'd consider SS Roxie or Oleana second. Poison is even rarer, with all its good options being limited availability, and the decision largely comes down to how bad you need more Electric support. Oleana's Rebuff is more valuable than a Zone, since DeNA is still trying to push those, while her offensive debuffs are really handy for a lot of content.
"But don't you favor support?" Yes I do, and I stand by that. However I think the supports are largely...conditional? It's hard to explain. SS Acerola is very good, yes, but only in a context where you have physical damage dealers with DPS worth talking about. ie, other limited pairs. You can make due with the 3-bar spams in the common pool, but I've personally never been too enamored with SS Acerola. She is excellent, as is Argenta if she's more your speed, but I think for newer players, and people who focus primarily on-type anyway? Covering Rock is harder to do, and more valuable. Same with Poison.
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