#screw anti aging

[theloststarboy]

Fuck everything, when I get old I want to have wrinkles, I want my skin to scar, I want it to thicken, I want my hair to gray and thin, I want my skin to sag to stretch to change, I want to have proof that I have lived.

[haycoat-art]

Hey Nintendo

Why the fuck are you allowing this company to make AI generated slop visual novels and sell them on your platform? Heck some of them ARE COPYRIGHTED STILL BY DISNEY!!!!

[wanderingmind867]

This is my preferred look for Green Arrow. I grew up seeing Batman: The Brave and The Bold, and this was the way Green Arrow looked on that show. Green Arrow just looks better like this, to me. Before Denny O'Neil sunk his teeth into him. Back when he was just a very fun hero, travelling around in his arrow car with his sidekick speedy. Speedy, who dennis o'neil used as a punching bag for his hamfisted drug story (which Stan Lee did first and probably better, by the way!). But I'll cut myself off before I get too angry at Denny O'Neil again. (Justice League of America #4):

[thatoneluckybee]

Call me crazy but... I don't see a problem imperfections and signs of aging? I find it beautiful. Sun spots and freckles and discoloration are watching sunrises early in the morning, hiking down nature trails in the summer, sitting in the sun and watching ants crawl. Crows feet and smile lines and forehead wrinkles show smiling at pictures of loved ones passed and laughing with your friends past midnight. Hoarse and weakened voices show shouting when your favorite sports team scores a goal and poorly-sung karaoke and cheering for a friend when they for engaged. Scars from scrapped knees show trees climbed. Damaged hair shows dying it bleach blonde just for the heck of it. Chipped teeth show snacking on popcorn while watching a movie with family. Sagging stomachs show delicious meals enjoyed with loved ones. Aging is loving and being loved, aging is living, aging is the beauty of human life in all its forms.

[literaryspinster]

Is there a comprehensive list of all of glee's crimes somewhere? 🤔

[enginespark]

I hate you anti-aging serum, I hate you youthful glow, I hate you strawberry scented purifying concentrate, I hate that every young person is fed this belief that they have to look a certain way to be loved when every person regardless of how they look or how old the are deserve to be loved

I hate you snake oil sellers who disguise yourself as health and wellness professionals, you will be worm food and we will rot the same.

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Anti's, Twitter Freaks, and Tumblr crazies seem to have this weird itch where they believe any women under 5'6" is "a literal child". And this shit has annoyed me for forever now. What's more this conversation always comes up in regards to Loli in anime and tall men with short women IRL. So here's a poll. And then more context.

Long story short, or rather as short as I can get it. I'm getting sick and tired of the idea that age somehow doesn't matter but, physical appearance of age does somehow matter instead. Especially when it comes with the context of anime. And even then more so I get frustrated at the fact that I have to talk with anyone about what is appropriate and not appropriate IRL.

The fact of the matter is and will remain that just because a girl looks like an adult does not in any way imply that it is okay to sleep with her unless you are also underage. (And I only make that caveat, because I know I can't stop young people from screwing around with one another.) But, when I see people whining about anime specifically I often end up with people who are fans of Ryoko from Kill La Kill or Kitagawa from My Dress Up Darling. Both of whom are minors. And if you like that, then you do you. Because I understand that with anime as an aesthetic they do have a tendency to look older or younger depending on how the people writing the story wanted them to come out.

However, a lot of people have a frustrating little quirk where if it looks like a character is too short, to flat chested, or has no back-end or thighs to speak of, they assess that that character is supposed to either be or look like a child (Ignoring they treat REAL women like this). Which also ignores this fun issue:

Because let's talk age of consent shall we. Sure, it's not universal across every country but it's pretty close among first world ones. But people make a big deal of characters that short with no bust, seek out people that like that character, and will literally treat that person as if they've harmed kids IRL. Yet are seemingly NEVER angry over the abuse of real kids. What's more they will claim something is pedophilia online, THEN SHARE IT saying something like "OMFG LOOK AT THIS EPSTEIN TIER ABUSER!", and I'm sitting here like, "I don't care how old you are if you're an adult you need to be punched in the throat and if your a minor, you and your parents need to be punches in the throat". (My reasoning here is simple. If you think something is CP why would you then share it to more people rather than just report it)

Epstein abused and trafficked MANY young girls and possibly young boys to a lesser extent. A person that likes this goblin?

Isn't even close to Epstein. Because:

This is a drawing

This drawing is humanoid but doesn't look like an actual human

This character is probably older than you are

This character is a dragon

This character is FICTIONAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My point for asking ladies heights is because I'm really sick of people more or less going, "as long as you look old enough it's fine" while not realizing they literally just made the argument that age is just a number and so long as you look of age you should be allowed to be sexually abused.

[autistic-ben-tennyson]

I have a lot of things to say about this character. I used to identify with her a bit but I no longer do and a lot of the writing in her “arc�� has aged poorly. The narrative wants to portray her as just someone who longs to be understood. What we got though is a character who never grows and remains selfish and inconsiderate. I respect and understand that she’s important to a lot of people who are queer and neurodivergent as I am too but I don’t think she’s as good as her stans say.

I’m going to contrast her with two protagonists I am fond of. The character I named my blog after, Ben Tennyson, and Akko from Little Witch Academia which I just finished watching. I actually compared the former to Luz in a more positive post back when I liked her but I think a more critical comparison is needed now. Some have said it but TOH is just an isekai anime for queer people. Any development Luz may have had regarding being less impulsive and selfish got dropped in favor of her just wanting to be understood. She gets everything she wants, to be the hero, to date the rich popular girl, and never be criticized or challenged by anyone.

If Lumity was a cishet ship, it would get a lot more flack from people. Amity herself is woobified by her fans when she was often nasty to Luz or Willow for no reason and didn’t do much to redeem herself for the latter. Luz chose to keep lying to Amity and kept secrets even after she promised to do better. Despite suffering from bad writing in UA, Ben/Julie was still better than this. Julie actually held Ben accountable when he lied or screwed up and she never bullied him, Gwen or Kevin. Ben does try, even if he’s not very good at it to be a better boyfriend and spend more time with Julie as seen in “Revenge of The Swarm” after promising he’d do better.

Some other things that make Ben better than Luz is that his hero fantasy is actually deconstructed. He learns he can’t mess around and do what ever he wants. While he jokes around and acts like a brat, he admits it’s because he’s scared because of the stakes that come if he fails in the episode “The Forge of Creation”. This is not to say Ben 10 is great as it does slip into isekai territory as well with that disgusting harem episode in OV, but it does a little better. He’s also actually bullied as shown in the OS and AF which makes him a bit more sympathetic whereas fanon is used to make Luz more likable than what just the show itself tells.

Regarding Akko, she’s similar to Luz in that she’s impulsive, selfish, rude and wants to be a witch to live out some fantasy. The difference is that Akko learns to be more responsible, that not everything is about her and that she can’t just get whatever she wants. While patience is still something she struggles with by the end of the series, she still grows and becomes a better person. Whereas Luz was willing to abandon everyone while wallowing in self pity, Akko ran away for a few hours after learning that Chariot, her mentor, idol and friend was the reason she was struggling but a quick talk with Diana brought her back. The thing is that a character who’s not a noble saint but still very sympathetic can work such as Shinji Ikari but not if they’re framed as heroic like Luz. That’s why a lot of the show’s writing has not aged well.

To recap, this isn’t to bash people who do identify with Luz and like her. I used to as well, but she’s got some flaws that are often brushed away and the narrative seemed like it wanted to have its cake and eat it too. Wanted to challenge traditional fantasy tropes while ultimately turning into a chosen one wish fulfillment for Luz. TOH was praised for its representation as well as by people who view it as the anti SU but its not the greatest show ever and there are some troubling implications.

[bitterrobin]

regarding Chris and Damian as foils... I'm always peeved when some people minimize what could be interesting about their relationship to "a child who only values his biological family and hates his adoptive family vs a child who renounces his bio family and embraces an adoptive family." This brief summary/discussion always tends to boil down to Damian is an evil child who must learn to appreciate his adoptive siblings from Chris, who's a perfect boy who loves his adoptive parents and hates his abusive bio parents. When really, that screws both of their characters.

Damian has a complicated relationship to say the least with Bruce and Talia, but neither of them taught him that blood is everything. When written well, Bruce should be stressed and neglectful but deeply loving and Talia shouldn't be an abuser but a sorrowful mother who wasn't able to give him a free life that she wanted for herself.

I should stress that the "blood son" rhetoric that pops up around Damian existed only in his first appearance and the animated movies. In pretty much all of the comics afterwards, Damian was disparaging of Dick, Tim and Cassandra, but he didn't point out his "biological superiority" unless it was specifically in service to Tim's own storylines. His character evolved from an annoying brat that exists to challenge Bruce and Tim for a couple issues to a full child character whose insecurity within a family leads to him lashing out at everyone he deems closer to Bruce than he could ever be. Moving on to Chris Kent, his entire first storyline revolves around building a relationship with Clark and Lois and finding the resolve to fight back against Zod and Ursa. In the end he makes the sacrifice to return to the Phantom Zone in order to ensure that his bio parents can't return to Earth. But in the end, he's just a kid. He struggled with fitting in on Earth. Unlike Clark, he didn't understand why he had to hide his powers. Had he not been sent back to the Phantom Zone to wrap up the story arc, I would've really liked to see Chris struggle with pretending to be a human kid after so long being taught the opposite by his bio parents. Later on when Chris reappears aged-up (deja vu) he's still pretty much the same character but notably more cocky and impulsive to contrast against Thara Ak-Var.

Damian and Chris's potential interactions should be preceded on how similar they are - not on how superior Chris is because he's a loving kid, and Damian is too traumatized to express the same kind of trust and affection that people expect from child characters. Besides, they have entirely different situations. Damian is a child suddenly being dropped into a large and well established family with complicated inner dynamics and rituals, while Chris is a child being brought into a small and simple family structure consisting of Clark/Lois, Kara and Clark's parents. (Pointing out here that Jon didn't exist and Kon-El was killed in Infinite Crisis months prior to Chris's appearance). Chris's bio parents are cut and dry neglectful and abusive, and Damian's parents are a complicated jumble of neglect, ooc abuse, angst, and love. Damian had to contend with the frankly insane plots and history of all the Bat-characters while Chris was confined to one plot line in a fairly consistent Superman run. I don't think I have to spell out how mentally unstable and grief-stricken a lot of the Bats were when Damian became Robin versus the relatively normal lives of Ma, Pa, Clark and Lois when Chris showed up. When exploring what their interaction could've been, I think Damian would one-sidedly hate Chris, who would try to avoid him. Damian would resent Chris for being everything he isn't: a child whose flaws are accepted and embraced, a child with a complete loving family and support, and a child that allowed to be a child. Chris probably wouldn't like Damian at first for being Robin when he got used to Tim being Robin, and he'd be discouraged at how snappy and anti-social Damian is. He's a kind child, but he's not a saint. Chris would have the usual child hang-ups about interacting with mean kids and socializing outside his family. They'd accept each other the way that they are, but I don't think they'd become friends until Damian matures and Chris acclimates to human society as his own individual. Maybe eventually they grow to trust/confide in each other like Bruce and Clark - but until then it'd probably a lot of Damian making rude comments and Chris going :/

[nugget-child]

i hate our country <333

I am not very political. And I don't make political posts. However.

(I made the text smaller, however I am using caps)

Tag mutuals that can vote and are in the USA!!

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GUYS PLEASSSSEEEEE VOTE

NOT VOTING DOESN'T HELP. NOT LIKING THE SYSTEM AND NOT VOTING DOESN'T HELP.

IT SERIOUSLY DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU DON'T LIKE EITHER PRESIDENT. CHOOSE THE BETTER ONE. CHOOSE THE ONE THAT ACTUALLY HELPS THE LGBTQIA+ COMMUNITY. CHOOSE THE ONE THAT IS FIGHTING AGAINST RACISM, AND FIGHTING AGAINST INCREASING HOUSING PRICES.

DON'T CHOOSE THE ONE THAT HAS COMMITTED SEVERAL CRIMES.

PROJECT 2025 WILL INCREASE FUNDING FOR THE US-MEXICO BORDER. IT WILL ALSO INCREASE FEES ON IMMIGRANTS.

PROJECT 2025 WILL TRY TO "STOP THE WAR ON OIL AND NATURAL GAS". THIS WILL ELIMINATE ALL MEASURES DONE FOR CLIMATE CRISIS.

PROJECT 2025 PLANS ON WITHDRAWING ABORTION PILLS.

PROJECT 2025 PLANS ON GETTING RID OF THE DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION. IT DOESN'T WANT TO BE CONTROLLED BY EXPERTS. PROJECT 2025 WANTS TO BE CONTROLLED BY THE PRESIDENT.

PROJECT 2025 PLANS ON BANNING WHATEVER THEY WANT BY DOING THIS. SUCH AS: LGBTQIA+ BOOKS, USAGE OF THE WORD "TRANS" OR "GENDER" OR "LGBTQIA+".

PROJECT 2025 PLANS ON ELIMINATING A LIST OF TERMS FROM ALL LAWS AND FEDERAL REGULATIONS. THIS INCLUDES: SEXUAL ORIENTATION, DIVERSITY, EQUITY, AND INCLUSION, GENDER EQUALITY, ABORTION, AND REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS.

^ THIS WOULD NOT PROTECT LGBTQIA+ PEOPLE. THIS WOULD ALSO NOT PROTECT PEOPLE FROM ABORTION AND REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS.

^ THIS MEANS PEOPLE WILL BE ABLE TO DISCRIMINATE AGAINST THIS.

TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, TWO JUSTICES IN THE SUPREME COURT ARE RUMORED ON RETIRING IF TRUMP WINS.

THIS WILL MAKE TRUMP APPOINT TWO MORE JUSTICES.

THAT MAKES TRUMP RUN THE WHOLE SUPREME COURT.

DO NOT LET PROJECT 2025 WIN.

PROJECT 2025 PLANS ON DISMANTLING NOAA. NOAA TRACKS HURRICANES AND PROTECTS MARINE LIFE.

^ PROJECT 2025 PLANS ON DOING THIS BECAUSE IT'S "one of the main drivers of the climate change alarm industry"

PROJECT 2025 PLANS ON INSTALLING A "pro-life task force" TO REPLACE BIDEN'S REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH CARE.

PROJECT 2025 PLANS ON DEFUNDING THE DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, DISMANTLING THE FBI, AND ELIMINATING THE DEPARTMENTS OF EDUCATION AND COMMERCE.

THIS HAS BEEN LAID OUT IN PLAIN VIEW. PLEASE VOTE.

MORE POLICES INCLUDE:

ERADICATING FEDERAL FUNDING FOR DEI PROGRAMS.

PURGING THE GOVERNMENT OF APOLITICAL CIVIL SERVANTS.

ELIMINATING THE CHECKS AND BALANCES BUILT INTO THREE BRANCHES OF GOVERNMENT IN FAVOR OF EXPANDED CONTROL BY THE EXECUTIVE BRANCH.

ENDING REPRODUCTIVE FREEDOM AND REPLACING THE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH AND HUMAN SERVICES.

REPLACING THE DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY WITH A 100,000 WORKER IMMIGRATION DEPARTMENT.

MILITARIZATION OF THE BORDER.

ENDING REFUGEE PROGRAMS.

REMOVING TRANSGENDER MEDICINES AND SURGERIES.

REMOVING LGBTQIA+ AS A WHOLE.

REMOVING ABORTION SERVICES.

[kinda-indecisive]

I just don't understand why people who already hated the original story of Hades and Persephone even bothered reading a retelling of it in the first place...

Of course there is an age gap...

Of course the main characters are bougie, rich, and disconnected from the problems of piddly little mortals...

Of course Hades is a dry, grumpy, depressed, jerk before meeting Persephone...

Of course Persephone has anger issues and of course Hades is going to let her do as she damn well pleases in the realm he made her the queen of...

All of the gods in the original myths were flawed and, ironically, extremely human. To insist the characters in the retelling be anything otherwise is bizarre.

And yeah, some of the other Deities got screwed over in this one. But was there not supposed to be any antagonists?? And for me, in a society that tends to turn Zeus into the Christian idea of God (but with a lightning bolt!) and Hades into the Christian idea of the Devil, I was happy to see different Deities in a different light.

Lore Olympus was originally intended to be a Super Soapy Soap Opera, and that was perfectly okay. The Gods are perfect fodder for that kind of story. And I still think Rachel was goaded into turning it into a think piece. And then when the think piece wasn't as deep as people wanted, they turned into an angry hoard on tumblr, reddit, etc., completely swarming the story's tags with negativity (there is a difference between genuine criticism and simply being nitpicky).

I genuinely beg y'all to create your own retelling. Or write a fanfic that fixes everything you don't like! One, because it's not as easy as you think to write and draw a story on a deadline all while keeping everyone happy. And two because, hey, I'm excited for any content about the Greek Gods! If you think you can do better, give it a shot! And if it's good, I'll happily admit it. I might even become your number-one fan lol

I dunno. I'm just extremely sad that I couldn't even fully enjoy the ending of a series that really meant a lot to me because I knew before it even came that people were going to tear it to pieces...

And I don't want to block the "lore olympus criticism" tags because I'm not anti-criticism and some people have genuine points; there is a list of things I wish were included in the story and there are things that I didn't particularly love.

But dang... some of y'all are vicious. It kinda feels like y'all enjoy making fans of the series feel like idiots...

A bunch of Anton Ego's from Ratatouille lol

[wrens-versus-the-world]

Books

Small story that I thought of while reading Dazai’s No Longer Human 

Also this shouldnt have any spoilers, it's a scenario that never happened in the BSD universe so…

Masterlist

From a young age I have loved to read. Starting with some of Signet's classics and diving into more classics, consuming such media as a young kid tended to isolate me from the other children. They called me weird and peculiar. I used to abhor going to school for that reason, until I realized that perhaps being surrounded by people would only further isolate me. 

Being alone as a kid teaches you many things. One, how to read people and what makes them tick. While this may seem manipulative it was only in response to a sense of longing for friends and interaction. Which only served to weird people out even more. Two, to appreciate the silence. While it may seem weird, appreciating the silence, many adults struggle to appreciate the silence seeing it as awkward. 

Which brings me to my current predicament. Being in Yokohama, Japan as a tourist, only to find myself locked in a jail cell for taking the train at the wrong time. Talk about bad luck. And to make matters worse someone stole one of my suitcases at the airport. Meaning I lost all of my books. Well, all except one, my heavily damaged copy of no longer human, that resided in my satchel (which the guards let me keep for some bizarre reason that I cannot fathom). 

I bit back a sigh as I looked towards the bars for the nth time that hour. 

“You know, staring at those bars isn't going to let you out.” A cheerful voice called out, causing me to jolt slightly. I turned my head towards the man, he wore a tan trench coat, and upon closer inspection he seemed to be injured (judging by the bandages he wore). 

“I know, I just cannot for the life of me understand why I have been locked up.” I said, trying to keep the lingering irritation from my tone. 

The other people in the cell seemed to perk up at my remark. A short ginger in particular seemed interested in my comment. “What do you mean?” He asked, making his way across the cell, standing a few steps away from the taller bandaged brunette. “Don’t you have some sort of ability or something? That's why we are all here, they’re gathering all of the ability users in Yokohama for some sort of elimination project or something.” He continued, narrowing his eyes at me. 

I stared at him for a moment, ‘elimination project? This guy must have a screw loose, and ‘abilities,’ he’s gotta be nuts.’ I sighed, “Listen, I’m as confused as the next person. I got here a few hours ago, I'm here on vacation.” I said, irritation lacing my tone at his accusatory gaze. “I was on the train at the wrong time, I guess.” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I spoke. “Listen, I have no idea why we’re all here, okay?” I finished, opting to look away from the duo in front of me and instead towards the bars once more.

I couldn't see it but my commentary brought glances my way. Many curious gazes wondering just who I was to get kidnapped by an anti-ability organization. 

A new voice chimed in, “Chuuya, Dazai quit bothering our guest.” I fixed my gaze to the source of the voice, a seemingly middle aged man with semi-long hair. ‘So they do have names’ I thought to myself, ‘although it's quite peculiar, Chuuya and Dazai, like the authors?’ 

The shorted male—Chuuya—drew me out of my thoughts, giving the older male a small ‘yes boss’ giving me one last glance before he returned to the otherside of the cell. The taller brunette—Dazai—instead gave the male a smile that seemed to have the implication of an underlying threat. “Ah fine, fine Mori.” He said darkly, glancing at me smiling cheerfully, as he made his way to sit next to me on the cell bench (much to my dismay). 

“I’m Osamu, Osamu Dazai, and you are?” He asked, returning to the suave persona he had before. 

I stared at him blankly, attempting to keep a straight face as the corners of my lips tried to curve upwards. “Your parents must’ve been big fans of his work, hmm?” I asked, “And I’m N/n” I said. ‘Giving him a nickname isn't bad.’ I thought to myself, ‘I’m not sure how much I want a man named after a famous author to know my name, especially an author who tried to commit double suicide with quite a few women.’ 

He gave me a blank look, “Whose work?” he asked, genuine confusion painting his features. 

It was my turn to be confused, “Dazai.” I said.

He nodded, “what about me?” He asked, a new emotion swirling in his eyes: Interest. 

I stared at him once more, “no not you, Dazai, the author.” I said, exacerbated, he was a famous author. How had this man not heard of him? He shared the name for goodness sake. 

He once again gave me a blank look. 

I sighed, “Mine has been a life of much shame. I can’t even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.” I said, quoting the very first line of Dazai's most well-known story. 

His eyebrows lifted in surprise, “What was that?” He asked, his tone sounding weak? 

It was now my turn to stare at him, “The first line of one of his more well known books, No longer Human.” 

There was a gasp somewhere in the cell, as more heads turned my way. Dazai grabbed my wrist, “Say another line.” he said, almost demandingly. 

Confusion consumed me, but I obliged, taking a deep breath.“  Actions punishable by jail sentences are not the only crimes. If we knew the antonym of crime, I think we would know its true nature. God . . . salvation . . love . .. light. But for God there is the antonym Satan, for salvation there is perdition, for love there is hate, for light there is darkness, for good, evil. Crime and prayer? Crime and repentance? Crime and confession? Crime and ... no, they're all synonymous. What is the opposite of crime?” I finished, looking into his eyes as he stared me down. 

“Just who are you?” he asked, a dark look appearing on his face replacing the affable one from before, “How do you use an ability even when I touch you?”

I stared at him for the nth time, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, choosing my words carefully as he tightened his grip on my wrist. “I’m just well-read. I know the lines to certain books like I know the roads of my hometown.” I said.

“But that doesn't explain how you know the name of my ability.” He said his tone bereft of any emotion. 

“What’s your ability?” I asked, genuinely confused. 

He stared at me, looking into my eyes as though he were attempting to decipher something unknown to me. “I see.” was all he said, dropping his grip on my wrist to instead lace his fingers with my own. “What do you think about double suicide?”

“I think that it’s unoriginal.” I said plainly, ‘it's hard to believe he doesn't know of the author, his ideals are similar.’ 

He gasped, his persona reappearing once more, “Unoriginal, how?!” He questioned, gazing at me as though I had offended him in the worst way possible. 

Before I could answer, his gaze turned pointed towards someone behind me. 

I followed his gaze to see a tall man with long hair, although most of it was covered with a ushanka. Said man was glancing down at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. 

“I’m Fyodor—”

“—Dostoevsky?” I asked cutting off his thick russian accent. 

His eyes widened in surprise, although just for a second, and then he was back to smiling. “Yes, I take it you also know of an author with the same name as I?” He asked, glancing behind me at Dazai.

I slowly nodded, ‘so it’s safe to assume everyone here has been listening.’ 

“Yes, Crime and Punishment.” I said, smiling slightly. “It was quite a good book, one which I’d assume is your,” I paused, internally cringing, “ability?” 

His eyes glimmered, as he decided to sit on the other side of  me, opposite from Dazai. “Yes, yes it is.” 

“I’m quite interested though, what do you mean by authors and books?” He asked, making an allusion to something that went over my head. 

I was truly puzzled, were they playing dumb or did they truly not know? “You share the name of a famous author from the Eighteenth century.” I said quietly. 

He seemed to revel in my sudden quietness and confusion, leaning in, “and do you know my  book well?” He asked, as I began to lean away from him and into Dazai. 

“Yes, I read it a few times, once in high school and a few times in college.” I said, my brain swimming in confusion as I tried to wrap my head around everything. 

He smiled, leaning back to give me some space, “Do you have any quotes you particularly enjoyed?” He asked, smiling still adorning his features but not matching his eyes that seemingly attempted to dissect me. 

I slowly nodded, trying to rack my brain for any good quotes that I could remember. I opened my mouth, “ Crime is a protest against the abnormality of the social order—just that, and nothing more, no other causes admitted, and that's that!" 

Fyodor’s eyes shined with glee at my statement, “You are quite peculiar.” He said, eyes glancing to my lap momentarily where Dazai and I’s hand were. “You have no idea of your worth, or your ability.” He said, opening his mouth as though he wanted to say more before looking away thinking against it. 

“I don’t know what youre talking about.” I said, the irritation I had pushed down earlier coming up. “You’re messing with me, you have to be.” I said, pausing, “all of you.” 

The people in question turned to me confused, “You all share the names of famous authors and then get surprised when someone knows of one of their most famous books.” I paused, standing up, releasing my hand from Dazai’s, and turning my attention to the shorter male—Chuuya. “Let me guess, you’re Chuuya Nakahara and your ability is ‘For Tainted Sorrow?’ ” I didn't wait for  his reply. Turning to the older male—Mori. “And you’re Mori Ougai. With the ability ‘Vita Sexualis.’ ” 

The two males looked at me, shock enveloping their features. “How’d you-” The shorter tried to ask. 

“I told you!” I exclaimed, “I read a lot and you share names with famous authors!” 

The room was silent for a few minutes, save the murmurs of confusion at my outburst. 

“You should join us.” 

I’m leaving this open so I can expand on this later! 

Interpret it as you like!!!

[damnfandomproblems]

About 6301: I hate to break it to you, but you are an anti, submitter. I’m not saying this as an insult. I’m about to state a fact about antis and anti mindsets here.

Antis are infamous for preaching that being attracted to underage characters or loli/shota characters (neither of those term means “age” nor does it guarantee that the character will be underage. Think about how there are underage and adult characters that have similar body types, like two male characters will have a ripped Street Fighter body type, but one is in high school, or how two female characters are busty, but one is in high school and the other is an office worker. That applies to loli/shota) makes someone a “pedophile” only to contradict themselves when it comes to characters they like.

I’ve been in the JJK fandom on Tumblr where people are being called pedophiles for making “x reader” content of say, Yuji Itadori, even though he is aged up in those instances. They started to compare the writers and readers to Drake (a REAL LIFE alleged pedophile), which downplays what “pedophile” means in that fandom. I left that fandom because, I do not want to hear news from one of the JJK fans that a real life minor got groomed by someone in that fandom, but then someone goes, “hur dur… is dis real or is it the aged-up character x reader thing?” Like screw that, I’m not sticking around to see that happen. And to the JJK antis, I hope you’re happy, because an underage user on here and anywhere else could be getting hurt right now as we speak and you compared their pain and suffering to fanfiction of anime teenagers because you cannot separate them from real teenagers or you equate a minor suffering because of a creep to anime teens being sexualized fanfictions.

It is okay to not like incest ships in fact I hate those too. Same with anything sexual that involves an underage character.

But to insinuate that people who enjoy a specific thing in fiction (that you have every right to be disgusted by, NOT saying you have to enjoy it) are pedophiles is damaging and is an anti mindset.

Posting as a response to a previous problem.

[just-antithings]

A literal WTF moment for me happened to me today on Twitter:

Person defending people sexualizing Hatsune Miku because she can be interpreted in any way in terms of age. Her suggested age is 16. In some songs, you could make her in her mid-20’s, late 30’s, or even in her 50’s. Plus, she’s just a voice bank, she does not have any established lore. Good…

Person defending DECO 27’s Rabbit Hole Miku, stating that Miku is 100% intended to be an adult, not an underage character. Good…

Brazilian Miku is also depicted in multiple artworks as an adult. Good…

“Proshippers fuck off, we’re not on the same page.” Really? REALLY?! You just had to screw up your defense of Miku by telling anti-censorship and anti-harassment people to go away. *blocked*

You were THIS close to figuring out what Proshippers really are and you STILL do not get it. It’s honestly impressive how much antis are unaware of how contradictory they sound. I’m not surprised,just disappointed.

You cannot actively defend something like Miku being sexualized but then tell the people that are anti-censorship to not interact with your Twitter thread about defending people who sexualize Hatsune Miku. If you truly think Proshippers are predators for liking sexual art of underage characters and/or defending it, then what are you by your own standards?

so close yet so far

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

Insurgency: Front Lines

Summary: A totalitarian regime reigns over a South American country in which the virus is being distributed to its citizens at the pretense of a “cure.” Leon was sent to retrieve a sample of the virus mutation when he stumbled upon a group of anti-government activists whose main goal is to overthrow their government. Will Leon help the cause or will he fall down with the government as well?

Warning: Mentions of mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Slow burn. Age gap (Leon is 38 and reader is 21+). Reader is female.

Word count; 4,848

A/N: can you guys tell i love writing?

[part one][part two][part three][part four][part five][part six][part seven][part eight][bonus]

“The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.” - George Orwell, 1984

Leon woke up early the next following day, he had a special mission to accomplish and he’d rather do it sooner than later.

His footsteps were heavy as he walked towards the private plane. He was armed with his weapons and vest as the other soldiers walked ahead of him in similar outfits.

Once he was inside the place, he put in the seatbelt and stared out the window.

As the other soldiers settled in, a chief commander stepped in and began to address the group.

“Good morning soldiers. Today we are to fulfill our duty as not only Americans but as aiders. We are to help and be on our top game, this isn’t like any other battle. We are fighting against rebels and we must ensure the safety of the innocent. If any of you do not feel fit for the job, leave now.”

No one stood up, they all watched in silence as the commander continued, “I will be your commander. Call me Commander Pittman. That’s all.”

The commander left towards the front of the plane, leaving Leon and the other soldiers dwell on his words.

“The Leon S. Kennedy is joining us on our trip,” one of the soldiers taunted. Leon didn’t pay much attention, only giving him a brief look before looking back out the window as the plane took off.

“Yep, the one and only,” Leon replied begrudgingly.

“Did you practice your Spanish? Get it? Because you went to Spain to save the president’s daughter?” The soldier snickered and Leon, one again, didn’t pay much attention. He’s gotten used to all the comments- good or bad ones. Right now he had to focus. He was put on a very special and secret mission and he couldn’t afford to screw it up.

As the plane took off, the sky began to turn dark. Pruye was an island hours far from the U.S. It was located right in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

Leon closed his eyes and decided to get some rest before hell started all over again for him.

-

You were now sitting around a campfire inside the underground system of La Sénte Mountain. The Insurgents had built a system inside the mountain that led them underground, where they lived.

As you sat in front of the fire, you couldn’t stop thinking about Franco, Esme, and your bother. All taken away from you by the government. You were angry, sad, infuriated. You felt a lot right now.

One of the men who had pointed their guns at you came over and sat next to you, offering you a bowl of warm soup, “For you. Yarina wants you fed and rested for tomorrow- says you’ll need it.”

You took the bowl of soup and took a small sip out of it. It tasted good, pork with vegetables.

“Thanks,” you mumbled as you kept eating.

“My name is Josue, sorry about earlier,” he nodded at you and then gazed at the fire.

“No, I get it. Can’t trust anyone in a war, right?”

He chuckled at your statement as he shook his head, “At least you get it.”

Silence overtook the two of you but you still kept eating. It’s been a while since you’ve last ate and you were grateful to have been given some food and shelter.

“Here’s the plan, novata,” he started quietly, “I’ll teach you how to use a gun and in exchange you do something for me.”

You nodded slowly, “Okay.. what do you want me to do?”

Josue pulled out a picture of a young girl that looked exactly like him. Brown hair and green eyes.

“This is my sister, Victoria. Right now she’s in San Bandero. She’s a medic, she worked with us for a couple years but then got captured by la presidenta,” he explained in a hushed tone. Josue looked around before leaning to whisper in your ear.

“If you bring her back alive, I promise I can get you out of Pruye.”

Your body froze at his words. He could find a way of out of this island?

“That sounds risky, Josue. You heard Yarina, there are soldiers are every port. There’s no way neither of us wouldn’t get spotted,” you looked back down at your half eaten soup before looking back at him. The flames of the fire illuminating his facial features.

“I’ll bring her back. But I get to hold on for a favor in the future.”

Josue stared at you, thinking about your deal. After some time he nodded, “Fine. I’ll agree to that.”

Josue looked around once again before giving you his handgun, “We’ll start small and work your way up to the big ones, okay?”

You nodded and took the handgun, placing the now empty bowl of soup on the floor. Josue motioned for you to stand up and follow him towards one of the rooms inside the underground system. Composed of metallic hallways and sliding doors, he led you to a door with the number 279 imprinted on it.

He slid the door open, “Ladies first.”

You walked into the room first as he followed behind you and closed the door.

“This is El Rango de Disparo,” Josue explained as he stepped forward. The shooting range was made of metal and so were the mummies. There were only three since the room was so small. The dim light barely illuminated enough of the room to even make out the targets on the dummies’ chest. But still, it was better than nothing.

“Now, I want you to aim your gun at any of these three unfortunate dummies. Don’t pull the trigger, it doesn’t have any bullets yet,” you stepped forward and face the middle dummy.

You pulled out the handgun from your back pocket and aimed it at the dummy’s chest. The circular target that was hand painted was colored in a bright red, the same one from the map you saw earlier. These people made their own resources.

“Okay, nice form. Your arm is tense, relax. Put your left leg behind, create a strong stance in case the enemy decides to throw you off balance.”

You nodded at his words and did as he said.

“Good, now give me your gun,” he put his hand out as you handed him the gun. He took out a pack of bullets and began to show you the basics.

“This is a bullet,” he held the silver metallic bullet between his thumb and index finger, “Small but deadly.”

He then pulled out a magazine, “This is a maganize- no, not the paper ones you see on the stores. This one contains bullets.”

You took the magazine and felt its weight, “You need to put this,” he pointed to the magazine, “inside this,” he then pointed to the gun.

“Just pull on this tiny lever,” he pointed to the top of the gun near the end where it had a small lever pull, “It should release the empty magazine.”

You pulled on the small lever and watched as the used magazine fell down into your palm. It was empty.

“Okay, now put the new one inside, should be easy,” he mumbled the last part as he watched you insert the loaded magazine into the gun. He clapped quietly.

“Good job, novata, now pull on the slide,” he tapped the slide on top of the gun. You gently grasped the top part and slid it backwards and watched as I slid forward with a clinking sound.

“You’re all set, now shoot that dummy,” you took a deep breath and aimed the gun at the middle dummy. Your index finger slowly curled into the trigger before pulling on it.

The sound of a gunshot fired echoed through the room as you watched the bullet go through the center of the red circle target. Josue whistled and then crossed his arms over his chest.

“So you can shoot… nicely done,” he patted your shoulder.

You smiled softly as you actually saw the way you perfectly aimed the dummy’s target. Who knew you had an affinity for gun shooting?

-

It was a long morning for Leon. The different time zones made his brain become a little mushy before he finally realize where he was.

It was morning when he left and it’s morning at he arrived at Pruye. It seemed like this morning lasted for an entire day.

He groaned as he woke up and stretched in his seat. He looked around and saw that he was the only one away so far. Leon sighed and walked over to the restroom of the plane.

He stood in front of the sink mirror and splashed water on his face. As he stared back at his reflection, the pilot began to speak over the speaker, "We will land in 45 minutes. I repeat, we will land in 45 minutes."

With a heavy sigh, Leon checked his weapons while still being in the restroom. One thing about Leon, although it may not look like it, is that he always made sure his guns were prepared. Maybe it was because he worked such a dangerous job all the time, maybe it was also because he liked to have some sense of control in his life.

He went back to his seat and noticed that all the other soldiers had started to wake up. The closer they got to Pruye, the more horrible his gut feeling became. He knew something would happen once they stepped foot in the foreign country. But maybe it was the PTSD talking.

Leon sat back down and kept staring out the window as the view of the country began to set into place. It was a small island with a lot of buildings.

-

You were with Yarina as she briefed you on the latest news, "We've received a plane signal up in the sky. American Airlines are approaching and are about half an hour from landing. I want you and four other people to make your way over there and extract as much information in this USB," she handed you a black USB port.

"Y/n, the future of our country depends on whatever you find inside that building," She took a step closer to you, "If you must, shoot anyone who gets in the way. We cannot afford to fail, not right now when the opportunity is too good to ignore."

You nodded slowly, "You got it... I'll be back in no time."

"Good luck and thank you for helping us. We really do appreciate it, she whispered in your ear.

You gave her one solid nod before stepping towards a gate where the four other Insurgents stood. They all had their weapons strapped on their back, their uniform had a makeshift shield on their chest, arms, and legs.

"Ready, novata?" One of the male Insurgents asked as the other three entered a grey van. You nodded and followed them inside, The gates of the underground system opened, letting the driver drive the van out of the Insurgent camp.

-

"Prepare the anti-aircraft artillery and make sure to track the Insurgents going to the location, i want eyes everywhere, got it?" Yarina stated firmly as she walked around the Insurgent control room where TV's were displaying information about the plane radar as well as a camera following the van you were currently in.

"Yes ma'am, anti-aircraft ready for launch in three... two... one."

-

Leon's held on to one of the seats of the plane as they were met with turbulence. An alarm went off and the lights flashed red inside. Oxygen bags dropped down each isle of seats as the co-pilot spoke, "Everyone take a seat, we're experiencing unexpected movements from land. I repeat-"

The co-pilot got interrupted by the sudden sound of explosion against the plane. One of its wings had been hit by the anti-aircraft artillery. Leon immediately walked towards a window and sat that the wing was destroyed and on fire.

"We need to get off!" He yelled to the other soldiers. Leon walked towards the emergency exit and with brute force, he forced the door open. Wind entered the plane, causing everything to fly out.

"Come on!!" He yelled as he pushed some soldiers out of the door. Parachutes opened as the soldiers started to fall down the sky.

Another bomb hit the airplane, splitting it in half. Other soldiers got sucked out of the plane as Leon held on to the door's handle, The plane shook terribly as the alarm kept on blaring.

Just as Leon was about to jump out, he heard a pained scream of one of the shoulders. He turned his over his shoulder and saw that a female soldier had been stabbed in the abdomen with a metal rod. As she yelled in pain, blood spluttered out of her mouth. Leon let go of one hand from the door's handle and tried to reach the soldier.

The plane had been hit again by another bomb. This time, it caused the entire plane to explode.

-

You were running behind your team as they ran through the forest and towards the meeting location. As the bombs blew off, the ground shook and you turned your head towards the sky.

A plane had been hit and you watched as it exploded. You were able to see how some people jumped out of the plane with their parachutes.

Your heart began to beat faster as you realized how dangerous everything was turning out to be.

"Let's go, we've only got so much time before they call reinforcements," The leader of the team said. The team resumed their path towards the building.

You and the team approached the backside of the building, noticing how it was indeed heavily guarded by soldiers.

"Okay, this is the plan. We've got smoke bombs and hand grenades. We are to only use them when necessary, the point of this mission is to be as stealthy as possible. Everyone got their silencers?"

The team nodded as they clung on to their guns, including you.

The leader gave a solid nod before turning his attention back to the building. With his right hand, he signaled two soldiers off to the right side of the building. He did the same thing with the left side as well. He turned to look at you, "Stay here. Keep an eye out, those Americans could still be alive, and we need someone to signal us out." He handed you a red flare gun, "Remember, only when necessary."

You took the gun and nodded as you tucked it back into one of your pockets on your uniform. "Wait-" You suddenly spoke up, "Yarina wanted me to gather the data, I need to go with you guys."

The leader shook his head no, "No, you'll get yourself killed. Give me the USB and I'll take care of it." He put his hand out.

This was a mission given to you specifically by an ally. But you agreed to it anyway. With a sigh, you pulled out the USB and handed it to him, "Make it quick," you whispered to him.

He nodded and put the USB in his breast pocket. He got up and letf for the building.

The sun was still up and shinning its bright heat down on the island. You turned around and stared out towards the forest to keep watch. Taking your gun from your holster, you held in your hands and strained your ear to listen for any sounds.

-

Leon groaned as he woke up. He lifted himself up slowly from the ground. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked around and saw that he was currently in a forest. With furrowed brows and a confused expression, he stood up and looked around his surroundings. He looked up and sat his parachute stuck on a tree.

Right, his plane got bombed.

The last thing he remembered was a massive explosion and a parachute.

He must've fallen from the plane right before the impact. One step closer to death, he always thought.

Leon huffed and began to walk through the forest, trying to find civilization.

He still had his gun and knife, he checked to make sure.

-

As you waited for your team to finish up, you heard gunshots come from within the building. Your eyes widened and your heartrate increased. They've been found.

Just as you were about to go help them, you heard rustling coming from the forest. You gripped on your gun and aimed it at the rustling bushes.

With a concentrated look, you remained silent and watched attentively as a man appeared from the forest.

-

Leon's eyes burned as he stepped out of the forest and into the bright sunlight. He was too blind in the moment to notice a young girl aiming her weapon at him.

Once his eyes adjusted, his eyes fell on her. He quickly pulled out his own weapon and pointed it at her.

"Put your gun down," He demanded lowly.

-

Your eyes twitched as you gripped the gun tighter, "No."

The man kept his serious face before taking a step towards you. You took a step back in response.

Your attention was directed back to the building as the ground shook from an explosion. The hand grenades...

Without notice, the man ran up to you and kicked your gun away from your hand. You gasped in shock and quickly shielded yourself with your arms.

The man swiped under your feet, causing you to fall down to the floor. He ran up behind you and wrapped his arm around your neck in a headlock position.

Your hands found their way to his forearm as you tried to pry his arm off. This man was strong and muscular and compared to your figure, you were surprised you haven't died from the lack of oxygen.

With a swift motion, you swayed to the side, causing to fall down on the floor. His grasp loosened as you slipped away. You ran towards your gun, you picked it up and kicked his gun away from his reach.

The man groaned in annoyance and looked at you before taking his knife from his sheath. He held it in his hands and began to approach you.

"Don't move or I'll shoot!" You threatened.

He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at you, "You've had plenty of chances to do that, sweetheart."

You mimicked his expression, "Stop or I will."

He stopped walking and stood up straight, staring at you dead in the eyes. He scoffed again, "Go ahead. Try."

He ran up to you with his knife. You barely had enough time to duck away from him, his knife grazing your arm. Causing a wound to open up and bleed. You hissed in pain and glared at him. With your other hand, you aimed the gun at him and pulled the trigger, only to miss the shoot by an inch on his thigh.

"Jesus-" He mumbled as he moved to the side to evade your bullets. He ran up to you again, this time to punch you.

You jumped out of the way and hit him in the abdomen with your foot. He stumbled back but quickly reached for your leg and pulled you down to the floor. Your back hit the grassy floor with a thud as you groaned in pain. He quickly kicked the gun out of your hands and watched as you scrambled to your feet to fight him with your fists.

"You sure you want this, princess?" He raised a brow as he saw your stance. He exhaled through his nose loudly before he also got in a stance. You were relentless, he thought to himself.

You nodded, "I can fight just fine."

"Could've fooled me," he mumbled and began to throw punches at you.

You could only avoid some of them and the ones that you couldn't hurt so much. Just as you were about to launch a punch, the man fell to his knees and to the ground.

You furrowed your brows confused and looked towards the building and saw that the team leader had shot him with a dart gun. The man passed out on the floor unconscious as he succumbed to the sedative.

-

"Madam President, there's been an attack on the American plane. There were no reports of survivors so far," The female assistant said to the president as they stood on the entry of the building.

President Mendez had an angry look but didn't say anything yet. She simply walked back inside the building and motioned for a Pruyanian to walk up to her. She slapped the soldier and gripped his jaw, "Tell the commander that he is responsible for those Americans. If I find that there are no survivors, I will kill everyone in this godforsaken country."

She let go of his jaw and watched as he scurried off to somewhere. Then she turned to look at her assistant, "I want you to put a warning announcement for tonight."

She cleared her throat before continuing, "We will publicly execute anyone who defy me. If anyone is associated with any sort of rebellion, they will be publicly shot."

-

Leon slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the dark night. It had turned night during the time he'd been asleep. He tried to move but found his wrists tied up to a tree. He looked around and saw that there was a campfire in the middle of the forest.

And then his eyes fell on you. You were sitting in front of the fire, away from the other Insurgents as they were asleep. You kept watch, he thought to himself.

You seemed so focused as you stared down at the fiery orange flames that you didn't seem to notice that the man had woken up. You took your gun and stood up, ready to walk out of the forest. He narrowed his eyes at you as you walked out of the forest and towards the building.

With a heavy sigh, he reached for his hidden pocketknife and began to cut the tie on his wrists. He'd have to give it them, they put up one hell of a fight.

Leon patted his pockets and realized that they had stripped him of all his weapons. He groaned quietly and rolled his head back against the bark of the tree.

-

You walked through the forest as you tried to reach the building once again. This time, you wanted to rescue Victoria- Josue's sister. As you stealthily walked through the forest, you hid behind a bush and watched as more soldiers surrounded the perimeter of the building. There were helicopters flying above with their search lights in lookout for any intruders.

Just as you were about to bounce, the sound of a night announcement interrupted your thoughts and actions. The TV screen on the tall tower turned on and began to broadcast the president.

-

"Dear citizens of Pruye, it has come to my attention that there's been recent violent activity targeting not only your brothers and sisters but also strangers from other allies. We must terminate such behavior and make sure that our country remains peaceful. Those who show resistance and insubordination will be terminated."

Leon's face scrunched up at that announcement, the older Insurgents woke up and stared in horror, "She's going to kill us..." one of them whispered in fear.

It was justifiable to feel scared at the sudden target on your back. It was no longer safe being out in the streets without getting murdered.

-

"But with bad news, comes good news," the president as she had an unsettling smile on her face.

"We've distributed our medicine to the four city states surround our base quarters. We will no longer fall behind to the other countries."

Footages of people appeared on the TV. But they weren't people anymore. They had turned into monsters, flesh eating and violent monsters.

Your eyes widened and your jaw fell slack as you witnessed the way the government had turned some of its civilians into things that were far from human.

-

Leon was just as shock; he immediately recognizes what was going on. The government had given its citizens a mutated branch of the T-Virus under the pretext that it was medicine. And it caused many innocent lives to be turned into B.O.Ws. His expression was one of shock and anger.

The four city states were now contaminated of zombies and B.O.Ws. And he dreaded ever being sent here.

-

You took this opportunity to quickly climb through the window of the building, sneaking inside quietly as you tried to find Victoria. There was no time for grieving, you wanted to save as many lives as possible as well end this government once and for all.

You held your gun up as you quietly walked up the stairs. As you neared the fourth floor, you could hear faint sobbing coming from the end of the hall. There was a door halfway opened that allowed for the sounds to echo through the hall. With slow and quiet steps, you approached the room and peeked through the opening.

Victoria.

You quickly entered the room and lowered your weapon. She had been tied up to a chair as she was covered in blood and sweat. They'd been torturing her and you can see the exhaustion in her eyes.

"Victoria, your brother wanted me to rescue you. He's safe and he's alive," you quickly murmured as you untied her. Her wrists were free and she hugged you tightly. You slowly wrapped your arms around her. Poor girl has been here for god knows how long.

"Let's get you out of here," You pulled back and began to descend down the hall and down the stairs to where you snuck in.

Once you and victoria made it safely outside, you dragged her to the forest where the other Insurgents were currently camping.

-

"Wait... where's Y/n?" one of the Insurgents asked as he looked around and saw that you were gone. He looked over at Leon and walked up to him, scrunching up his shirt as he got right up in his face, "You saw her, didn't you?" the insurgent seethed through gritted teeth.

"I saw the direction she went but not exactly where she went," Leon grumbled under his breath.

The Insurgent was about to punch Leon until rustling from the forest began to sound all throughout. The insurgents drew their weapons but then lowered them as they saw you run back to them with Victoria.

"Vic?" One of the female insurgents asked, "We thought you were dead-"

"I'm okay," she replied weakly, "She saved me," Victoria pointed to you and you gave the other Insurgents a curt nod.

"I hate ruining special moments like this but we need to leave, they'll send a search party for us. Let’s go now!” The team leader said as he began to walk back towards where they had parked the van.

“Wait, what about the American?” They all turned to look at Leon who was still tied up on the tree.

“We take him back to base, he’ll be our key to President Mendez.”

Two insurgents nodded and began to untie Leon and drag him behind the leader. You and Victoria walked behind them as you tried to comfort her.

-

Once you all had reached the van, you entered the backseat with Victoria next to you and the American in front of you. You kept a close eye on Victoria as she seemed to not be doing too well.

“She’s got a wound on her arm,” the American mumbled as he looked at you. You furrowed your brows and looked back at Victoria’s arm.

He was right. She’d been bleeding. You took a medkit from the van and began to treat her wound as best as you could, all while getting flashbacks of Esme and how you couldn’t save her.

But now wasn’t the time to think back on everything. Right now what mattered the most was making sure Victoria and the rest of the team made it back to La Sénte.

You leaned back against the wall of the van, staring right at the American in front of you.

He stared right back at you.

“So…” he started quietly, “What‘s your name?”

You scoffed and crossed your arms above your chest, “Why do you want to know?”

“Well, y’know, since you guys are taking me captive and are planning to use for whatever reason. I thought I’d at least have some info on you guys,” he replied as I stared at you with a slight smirk.

You furrowed your brows and sighed, “My name’s Y/n L/n, yours?”

“Leon S. Kennedy,” he nodded once at you before looking at Victoria.

“You said you saved her?” He looked back at you with a raised brow, to which you nodded.

Hu hummed lowly in response before letting the silence overtake the atmosphere.

This was going to be a long ride.