#we'll finally get a mag cover with him :D

[mygwenchan]

STARRYMAG has confirmed that they'll give Build a cover story! 🎉

Translation:

"In the hot summer, riding the train to the station, he is the coolest breeze. Actor #BuildJakapan has become the cover artist for STARRYMAG ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑ Fans, do you have any curious questions that you would like Xiao Xingguang (= Little Starlight) to answer? Feel free to ask in the comments (✧∇✧) See U in July!"

[a-non-ymouswriter]

WISHES AND FAMILY UPDATE LETS GOOOOOOOOOO oh my god i forgot how hype this fic is and just *chef's kiss* that scene w george!!! Creative mode!!! I am losing my goddamn mind.

All the build up and allusions to tommy as a very formidable and terrifying mag is scratching my bamf!tommy itch. Seriously the way each pov never fails to mention how strong he is and how much they respect him is making my little inniter heart happy. I'm seriously looking forward to the newbies reconciling the image of regular teen tommy to mag tommy, i'm already giddy with what you have written so far. Purpled #1 tommy apologist is real and trueeeeee

But also the Human Santorini moniker!!! I googled it bc, naturally, it made me curious as to what that means and by now its pretty obvious that tommy has volcanic related powers. Which is so. Fucking. Cool. And although yes, volcanoes are more associated with fire, earthquakes are a pretty close second too. And oh boy if this tommy does know how to shake things up!

And i dunno why but it also brought to my mind Atlantis, you know, the great ancient city obliterated by natural forces, except w Santorini and Thera. This is just speculation on my part but maybe what makes tommy's mag powers so terrifying beside the whole fire and boiling-you-inside thing is because of his reach? Because thinking about the sheer scope that volcanic erruptions cover is terrifying, never mind that i nearly got a taste of it last year because a volcano several cities over nearly errupted and gave us weaks of ash fall hehe

Now that tommy is finally awake, i am so looking forward to his interactions w others and we finally get to see how the whole team operates! Lovely update op, excited to see what happens next :DDD

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GALAGHIEL!!!! it's been a while :DDDDDDD

i'm so glad you like the latest updates!! you have no idea how long i've been waiting to write creative mode!!! not only that, tommy's creative mode is something i've been thinking of for a long, long while, even during the writing of rewind long while!!!

alas, it's not for some time that we'll see volcano boi truly erupt.

BUT YEAH

VOLCANO POWERS TOMMY INNIT HERE

i was gonna call him mt. vesuvius bc of pompeii and everything but after i googled a few things, i decided on santorini since it fits his greek aesthetic and theme better and is very fucking terrifying holy shit

we. need. more. respected. bamf. tommy fics

yes i know there's been plenty of bamf tommy fics but the respect in them varies. so viola! respected and feared tommy innit fic in wishes and family >:)

oh trust me, i am going to enjoy the chapter where tommy human santorini gets to erupt

because he is terrifying

though he does have his weaknesses obviously, i love a good op character but balancing him out is important. dont get me wrong, op characters are amazing and i love reading about them but in this fic, there definitely needs to be a balance and a crutch here and there.

that's why we have the other mags and hattie, the one mag that tommy could never truly go against. because past angst and survivor's guilt. (no i have not forgotten about henrietta gourd aka hot girl from dsmp, i have PLANS for her and tommy dont worry (and yes i did actually use hot girl from dsmp and turned her into an actual character in this story because why not?))

at any rate, thank you for reading wishes and family!! i hope you enjoy the rest of the fic as it comes out! i'm so happy :D

[wednesdaywrites]

ryan and leon search rpd for clues to aid in their escape.

leon s. kennedy x oc

warning: canon typical violence

lowercase is an aesthetic choice

masterlist

before they went on their not-so-merry way, leon handed her a bulletproof vest and a fancy police officer belt thing.

        “i grabbed these for you,” he said. “no sign of a gun, though.”

        ryan took the pile he presented carefully. “it’s a police department, we'll find a gun. thanks.”

        she gave him back the belt to hold while she pulled the vest over her head, then took it back and clumsily clipped it on.

        “okay,” she said, “let’s go, pretty boy.”

        “let’s check the west wing first,” he suggested. “those things are probably still crowding the door to the east wing.”

        “after you.”

        she followed him to the door that had almost caused her death, glaring at the now-opened thing. the pile of bodies was at least two layers thick.

leon hesitated underneath it.

        “what’s up?” she asked, trying to mask her concern with a casual tone.

        “this is not how i imagined my first day.”

        she put her hand on his shoulder—awkwardly. comfort was not her strong suit.

        “sometimes bad things happen to good people,” she said, removing her hand from his shoulder. “c’mon.”

they carefully stepped over the bodies, both afraid one would suddenly spring up and grab one of them.

“we gotta get rid of these,” leon said.

“yeah,” she agreed.

        as they passed through the reception, she spotted some boards propped against a couch against the back wall. the window was walker-free.

        anxiety? spiked.

        she went and grabbed the boards, giving a sheepish grin when she found leon staring at her. “may come in handy. wish i had my backpack.”

        she stuck close behind him, boards clutched in one arm and the other up with the knife in its hand, as he opened the door to the hallway.

        did walkers learn how to close doors?

        at the end of the hall, she diverted his attention from the disfigured corpse, only to be met with a body hanging from the ceiling.

        “fuck!” she choked, feeling the familiar sense of dread in her chest.

        cops never stand a chance, do they?

        “i don't wanna know how he got up there. . .”

        “me neither,” she said. “let’s keep going.”

        they continued down the hall into another one, where she noticed an opened window.

        “my time to shine!” she paused for a second. “also my time to find out if knives can be used as hammers.”

        “or. . .” leon said, “we could find an actual hammer. . .”

        “no time,” she responded dramatically, setting the boards down and picking up one of the planks. “how convenient: they already have nails in them.”

        she went to it, clumsily using her knife to hammer the nails into the window frame. once she was satisfied they were sturdy, she turned back to leon. “ta-da!”

        he shook his head, a small smile gracing his beautiful lips—stop it, ryan! “color me impressed.”

        “just give me a marker.” good one.

        they kept going, eventually coming to an uncomfortably intact window.

        “don’t do it. . .” she mumbled as they got closer to the window. there came the body. “oh, fuck you!”

        leon pulled her along, flashlight trained on the hallway before them. the window shattered behind them.

        good going, leon.

        “just keep moving,” he said. “they’re slow.”

        thank you, captain obvious.

        “let’s check in here.” he pushed open a pair of double doors, revealing a room that looked like a bomb went off inside it.

        she closed the door behind them, just for good measure.

        like she had seen it do any good.

        “is ‘fall cleaning' a thing?” she quipped. “jee-sus.”

        leon let himself chuckle. “please. you’re killing me.”

        “good. final girl, bitch.”

        “hey, look,” leon said, approaching the board on the back wall. “a map.”

        she came up next to him. “that should come in handy.”

        “that door is chained shut,” he pointed out, taking down the map. “looks like the only way is through that window.”

        “ugh. climbing.”

        the walker they had abandoned in the hall threw itself against the door.

        “let’s get a move on.”

        she nodded. “don't have to tell me twice!”

        she climbed up on the pile of pallets pushed against the wall, hoisting herself through the window.

        “watch your head.” she dropped as quietly as she could on the balls of her feet, wishing she had asked leon for the flashlight before climbing through.

        the door busted open.

        “leon?!”

        he landed in front of her, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

        “give a girl some warning!” she hissed.

        he gave an apologetic smile. “incoming.”

        “a little late for that.” she froze at the sound of banging. “what’s that?”

        leon shined the flashlight in the direction of the noise, revealing an overweight walker battling a vending machine.

        “oh, that’s sad. . .” ryan commented.

        leon looked at her. “you want this one?”

        “sure. best to save your bullets.” she crept up behind in, grabbing its shoulder and jabbing the knife into the back of its head as hard as she could. the body crumpled against the vending machine and she yanked the knife free, wiping as much of the blood off on her vest as she could.

        “what a pro,” leon said.

        “hush,” she said, resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at him.

        “let’s look in here.” he went to a door with ‘west office’ painted on the window.

        she hurried after him, closing the door behind them.

        the room was a total shitstorm like the rest. at the desk closest to them, there was a body laying against the desktop.

        “i don’t trust that. . .” ryan whispered.

        “just avoid it,” leon told her.

        “i wanna kick it.”

        “don’t.��

        “i’m gonna.”

        she kicked the chair out from under the body and it slumped to the floor, stirring like a human man being woken from sleep.

        “leon?”

        “ryan?”

        “i fucked up.”

        the walker reached for her, and she pinned its arm down with her foot, crouching and stabbing it in the head.

        “problem terminated,” she said.

        “congratulations,” leon replied, making his way around the desks.

        even in the dark, she could see streamers and a banner hanging from the ceiling. she went to the other side of the row of desks to get a better look.

        welcome leon. how bittersweet.

        she looked down at the closed desk in front of her. there was a folded note laying on the cover. she picked it up.

        rookie's first assignment, the outside read.

        she flipped it open.

leon s. kennedy, we're putting you on a very special case for your first assignment.

your mission is...to unlock your desk! the key to your success is in the initials of our first names. input the letters in order of our desks.

there are 2 locks- 1 on each side of your desk. make sure you get them both.

basically, your first task is to remember your fellow officers' names, but you figured that much out, right?

good luck, leon.

by the way, it might take a little work to get scott to give you a straight answer.

lieutenant branagh

        in the corner, barely visible through the blood, were the words, be glad you’re not here, rookie.

        “what’s that?” leon asked, coming up beside her.

        she handed the note to him. “it's for you.”

        the slight look of sadness that crossed his face as he read broke her heart.

        longing for the reality of the note? maybe.

        “leon. . .” she said gently, putting her hand on his arm.

        he crumpled the note in his hand. “the names. . .”

        “don’t waste your time,” she said. “n. e. d. click. m. r. g. click. ta-da!”

        “how did you—”

     “don't worry about it.” because i don't even know. she opened the desk. “oh. an extended mag. that’s almost disappointing.”

        “i’ll take that.”

        “maybe i wanted it for my gun,” she mock protested.

        he rolled his eyes halfheartedly. “have at it, then.”

        she snickered, flicking the mag in his direction. “let’s get out of here.”

        he turned to the door behind them, going to it and trying the knob. it was locked.

        “we need a key,” she said. “maybe one with a spade on it?”

        “let’s keep an eye out.” leon started back the way they came.

        they went across the hall to what she assumed was the safety deposit room, from vague memories in the back of her mind and seeing the map. she stepped up to the panel at the end of the rows of lockers.

        “oh, no. missing buttons—my weakness.”

        leon looked over her shoulder. “we should check out the lockers before we mess with this.”

        “right. . .” she went to the left, peeking into each locker. some were empty, but one had some kind of pouch in it, and another had shotgun shells.

        shotgun? 

        she looked up and there it was: a beautiful shotgun. she ran to the locker, whining when she found it locked and missing a keycard.

        “nooo!” she wailed quietly. “i want you!”

        “i worry about you,” leon said behind her.

        she turned to face him. “i would throw you through the glass to get this shotgun.”

        “after all we’ve been through?” he asked. “i’m hurt.”

        “leon. . . we’ve known each other for like half an hour. . .”

        “still,” he said, looking at her with those bright eyes of his. “in that half an hour, we’ve seen enough shit to bond for a lifetime.”

        she smiled wistfully, putting her hand on his shoulder. “honey, i have a feeling the worst is yet to come.”

        boy, is it. . . 

        “so, where to now?”

        “um. . .” she paused to think. “we have to find some kind of medallion to open the secret passageway, right? i think i saw the lion statue in the main hall.”

        he nodded. “let’s go then.”

        “i think we need to find the key for that door first, though,” she said. “unless you wanna boost me back through the window we came through.”

        “i’d rather we stick together,” he said. “let’s check down the hall.”

        she nodded and they exited the safety deposit room slowly, turning down the hall to their left. she could see an uncovered window at the end of the hall and her heart instantly leapt up to her throat.

        at the end of the hall, they stopped and looked around. stairs, a door. . .

        “hey. . .” leon nudged her. “boards. . .”

        “ah! my time to shine!”

        she grabbed the boards and went to work hammering them into place with the knife. just as she finished, a walker slammed against the glass.

        “ha!” she taunted. “fuck you!”

        as if in punishment for her mocking, the walker jabbed its hands right through the glass; she screamed and stumbled backwards.

        upstairs, the snarling of the dead echoed.

        leon tapped her shoulder. “let’s check this room out.”

        “’kay. . .”

        she followed him through the door. the room was dark, but she could tell it was small, with another room in the back.

        “hey, a light. . . button. . .” she went and pushed the button, and actual, real lights came on. “okay, those are my eyes.”

        leon clicked off his flashlight. “i think i’ve gone blind.”

        “ooh, a typewriter!” she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. “ryan wuz heer.”

        “really?”

        “leon wuz heer. . . ?”

        “how old are you again?” leon asked with an “are you crazy" look.

        “um.” shit. “what day is it?”

        he thought for a second. “the twenty-ninth, i think. . .”

        “of. . . ?”

        “september. . . ?” he said wearily.

fuuuuuck.

        “twenty-one,” she said. “i’ve been twenty-one for four days now. . . but if we're being technical, i'm six.”

        he rolled his eyes at her shenanigans, but she saw the smile. “let’s head upstairs.”

        “’kay.”

        he cracked open the door, peeking to make sure her screaming hadn’t attracted any visitors in the time they were in there.

        “coast is clear. . .”

        they exited the room, gun and knife ready, and crept up the stairs. at the top, a body was slouched against the wall.

        “please don’t disturb this one,” leon whispered.

        “fine,” she mouthed, creeping slowly past the body.

        we didn’t look in that back room.

        oh well. 

        ryan went up the next set of stairs, following a feeling in her gut.

        “where are you—” leon cut himself off, deciding to just follow her.

        in some weird way, she seemed to know where she was going.

        on the third floor, she followed the banister to the left, where there was a hole blown in the wall right in front of them. an eerie shadow of a mannequin on the wall almost frightened her, but what did it was the gargled snarling of a walker.

        it swung out in front of her like a scene in a movie. she had just managed to get her knife up when it got its hands on her.

        “ryan—”

        she landed a good stab in the center of its forehead, killing it instantly. it crumpled to the floor, almost bringing her down with it. she stepped over the corpse, creeping through the hole in the wall. just a few feet in front of her was a desk with something glinting on it. she moved to get a closer look.

        the spade key!

        she picked it up and turned to leon. “bingo!”