#wilbur kennedy

[rammit-online99]

doodles of vox

ft the silly picture box, gay pimp, and my hazbin oc aka the Latina and gay version of alastor <333

[j1998v]

WAIT GUYS I JUST REALIZED ALL MY SHIPS OF VARIOUS FANDOMS ARE ENEMIES AND LOVERS OHMYGOD

[winterwolf0120]

N 💛

Species: Disassembly Drone

Age: 17-18

Gender: Male

Girlfriend: Uzi Doorman

Friends: Leon S. Kennedy, Jada, Vex, Bendy, Tommyinnit, Hoppy Hopscotch, Loona, V, Octavia Goetia, and Wilbur Soot

Royalty: Royal Guard

Food: Cookies

Roller coaster: Mystic Timbers 💚

[maarriiii]

I have two things I want to say:

I’ve made progress on the date part of simp. it’s not a lot a lot but it’s something

I currently have a wip for one leon s kennedy and i’m wondering if there are people that would want to see that

Should I make a different taglist for my non wilbur soot fics? I feel like I should since most of you guys follow me for the wilbur fics

regarding point one and two, i don’t know which one will be finished first but hopefully I’ll get them done sometime soon.

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

OMG I HAVE TO BRIBE HER TO DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!

Q ALREADY ASKED WHERE HIS SECOND DEBIT CARD WENT .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

autism and general paranoia is NOT fun to deal with smh......... (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

man that sucks :/ damn I have to kiss him.... how sad.... damn..... (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Q has waterproof wireless earbuds?????? She can listen to our playlist 💪💯🔥💥 or whimpering audios idk what he listens to :/

—glatt

LISTEN. Phil was not the MOST involved father but if there’s one thing he taught us it is to respect the hustle ❤️ the grind never ends

I wouldn’t be surprised if it decided to listen to a metal pipe falling on the ground for fifteen minutes straight, I’ll be honest 🙄🙄 much less Leon Kennedy

[leafgorge]

it’s a given 👍 👍

He has such a way with words <3

[lottiies]

LIKE A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN

→ Sneaking around with your grandparents’ ranch hand during the summer!

CW: x Fem!reader with she/her pronouns, starts with fluff and turns into smut, switch!Leon, dry humping, cowgirl, butterfly (i think that’s the position name?), fingering, short hold the moan snippet, reader wears a sundress at one point, mention of a palm injury via a cut

WC: 1.8k

NOTE: written just for fun to entertain myself during an excruciatingly long car ride, sorry that it’s fast paced </3 title lyric is from ‘tulsa jesus freak’ also i tried my best at a southern accent for him okay

MASTERLINK

You always complained whenever your parents sent you on your annual trip to your grandparents’ place. Mosquitoes ran rampant and a prayer whilst holding hands was mandatory before every meal. Summer was supposed to be a break so you could be lazy in bed all day, but now you had to go help tend to the animals.

Sure, farm animals are cute and all…but gushing over how adorable they are is much different from actually taking care of them. So much for that ‘Charlotte’s Web’ childhood dream of yours, none of the pigs are like Wilbur!

But you had a change of attitude when you went the summer after your freshman year of college. Upon your arrival, your suitcase was hauled by strong skin-kissed hands, like if your packed belongings weighed a mere pound.

Looking up, your eyes met irises that rivaled the beauty of the ocean.

Oh.

You almost had to physically lift your jaw back up to introduce yourself. Then you ran upstairs to bury your face into your pillow.

Leon Kennedy. Would his last name suit your first name? Or vice versa? Jesus.

That first summer was full of fleeting glances and flirtatious conversation. There was something romantic about being in a space far away from civilization. Like you were in your own little universe with him whenever the two of you snuck around. During dinners, you always nudged at his leg with your boot to mess with him, liking the way he cleared his throat to ward off a smile.

And maybe you relied on silly methods to see if your feelings for him were reciprocated.

Pluck.

He likes me.

Pluck.

He likes me not.

Pluck.

He likes me.

Pluck.

He likes me not.

Pluck. Last one.

He likes me!!!

Childish excitement coursed through you, an instantaneous smile on your face. You thanked Mother Nature for giving you the answer you wanted.

You also thanked the Sun every day for gifting freckles to Leon. One day, you held onto his face and tried to count them all. Squinting your eyes, you counted aloud, missing the way he looked at you with nothing but sweetness in his gaze.

The world around you was muted, as if the cows standing behind the fence had stopped mooing just for the sake of your concentration.

“Sure this is gonna work? Listen, I’ve always been an optimistic fella but—“

“Shh, you’re distracting me.” After a beat, you groaned. “Fuck I lost count. Okay, hold still for real this time.”

“Sure, doll.” She’s real cute, he thought to himself.

Or that one time when the Sun’s beams were too hot and made Leon take his hat off so he could pour a fresh bucket of water on his head. You felt so betrayed at the sight.

“You’re shitting me!”

“What?”

“Your roots…” Not very polite, but you pointed at his hair. “I thought you were blonde. Like, born blonde.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” He hid his amusement with a shrug, lowering his head to give you a better look. “Haven’t had time to dye it.”

And of course, you owed the Moon some gratitude for being an audience member to a memory you cherished. If said memory could be physically stored, you’d keep it on a frame so you could rewatch the moment your relationship blossomed.

The confession came when two heartbeats aligned, two bodies snuggled against each other on top of the roof. Leon gazed at you as if you hung up the stars and moon that were beautifully assorted in the sky, the same ones he had admired all alone prior to you coming here. He never thought he’d have a pretty woman wanting to get to know him.

“This is crazy…I can actually see the constellations out here.” Your words were a murmur, the glimmering dots above reflecting in your pupils.

“And ya couldn’t back at home?”

“Pfft. With all the pollution in the city? Not a chance.”

“Yeah? Mus’ be a special night for ya, then.”

It was. But not because of the view, rather, because of the handsome guy holding you close like you were his girlfriend.

“Yeah, it is.”

A hat was placed onto your head. His hat.

You broke your admiration of the stars, turning to look at him instead. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, suddenly his hand was cupping the side of your face. His skin was scarred and calloused against yours, a physical manifestation of how different his lifestyle was from yours.

Books always made it seem like butterflies would be swarming in your stomach at moments like these. But you felt calm. This was fate, it was supposed to happen. And who were you to deny the universe’s pull and Cupid’s arrow?

Leon was a gentleman first and foremost. “Can I…?”

“Mhm.”

Your first kiss was witnessed by the moon.

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You kept in touch through letters. Leon was old fashioned, and very rarely did he pick up his cheap flip phone when you tried giving him a call. Something about his phone always being stored away, he hardly used the thing anyway. He already had the task of picking up the mail, so it wasn’t like your grandpa or grandma would get it.

You didn’t mind much. There was something endearing about sending letters, running to the mail like you were a dog fetching the weekly newspaper. It was hard to imagine his voice sometimes when reading his letters because he wrote all properly, it didn’t match his accent.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to send another letter. I accidentally cut my hand when fixing up a fence and it took a while to heal, it left a scar. I’m okay though, promise. Just don’t want you to think I forgot about you or anything like that. Your grandpa was real nice about it, he gave me some time off, he’s got a kind heart. And your grandma kept cooking up some soup…said it would help me heal quicker. Not sure if it’s true, but it left my stomach happy and that counts for something.

The entire time I was resting, I found myself thinking of you. Would you have patched my hand up if you were here? Kissed my pain away?

Every time I look at the moon, I wonder if you are too.”

You always traced over his handwriting with an unclicked pen before proceeding to leave a kiss mark on the corner of the page and putting it in your stored pile.

Summer became the highlight of your years. You actually packed cute clothes now, flowy sundresses and some matching undergarments you wouldn’t mind Leon seeing. Of course, you also bought some riding gear, wanting to partake in his hobbies too.

The instant you were back at the farm and the two of you were alone, Leon grabbed you by the hips and pressed you up against the outdoor wall of the house, smiling at you all coyly.

“Missed ya. Shoulda jus’ stayed here with me.”

“Thought you liked me for pursuing a higher education?” Your grin matched his. Maybe after you got your degree you’d join him more often.

“Mhm.” God, that intellect of yours was sexy. He could listen to you ramble about your ambitions for ages. “Wish that college of yers was nearby, though.”

“That makes two of us…I missed you too, by the way.” Your lips inched closer to his. “A lot.”

His cheeks turned roseate, his heart thumping as fast as the hooves of a bronco at a rodeo. “…Yeah?”

“Don’t sound so unsure! Need me to show you?”

“I’d appreciate that, y’know how I am.” Leon wasn’t the most self assured, having been worried you’d find some college guy to get with.

All it took was some more sweet talking and daring touches on your end before he hoisted one of your legs up with your permission, the fabric of your dress lifting and bunching around your hips, the plush of your ass pressed against the weathered down paint of the walls.

He let you set the pace, keeping you steady as you bucked your hips against him, your panties soaking from the friction of his rough denim jeans. Your mouths clashed messily out of pent up desperation.

It didn’t go farther than dry humping, though.

Leon made sure your first time with him was more planned out, not wanting it to be in some confined space or rushed. You rode him until dawn, your knees meeting the soft blanket he laid down against the grass with each roll of your hips.

“Ah ah ah. Slow, sweetheart, slow.” He pleaded in a throaty voice, you were killing him, milking him over and over.

“Fuck…okay.” You slowed your pace, your breaths mingling when you rested your forehead against his.

“That’s it. Like that.”

And after that, there were more spontaneous times.

You wanted to get dicked down on your mattress so that’s what Leon gave you, if only your bed wasn’t so fucking squeaky. He had to put pillows behind your headboard.

“Shh…gotta be quiet f’me.” His hand covered your mouth, muting the moans that almost spilled from your mouth.

Leon wouldn’t live to see another day if his boss found his sweet granddaughter’s ankles hugging his neck and her toes all curled.

You ran your nails against his scalp, turning his hair into a mess, taking advantage of the fact he didn’t have a hat indoors. He bit down on his lip harshly to prevent himself from groaning aloud. Yeah, he had to climb out your window after that.

You almost got caught once inside one of the rundown abandoned stalls that was in need of some fixing. You were sitting betweens Leon’s spread legs, his hand down your pants. His palm gently smacked your clit with every push of his fingers inside your cunt. Open-mouthed kisses grazed your neck, making you loll your head to the side.

If only your granddaddy hadn’t interrupted.

“Son, ya in here?” Some incoherent grumbles before he got to the point, thankfully giving you some time to smack Leon’s hand away, snickering at the expression on his face — like he was about to be put six feet under. “Need yer help with the pipe I was tellin’ ya about earlier.”

“‘m on it.” Leon called out after pecking your lips, but there was a crack in his voice that left you silently giggling as he got up and wiped his fingers on his pants. He seemed so embarrassed, sparing you an apologetic glance and then tipping his hat down to hide his flustered expression from his boss.

But who knows, your grandparents adored Leon. One day he’d muster up the courage to tell them he was sweet on you, or maybe they’d catch the two of you holding hands under the dinner table.

Either way, you were no mere summer fling, and he let that be known by adorning your finger with a shiny promise ring.

[faebriel]

i loved you, wasn't that enough? || c!niki and c!wilbur on november 16

sources:

wikipedia page for the hedgehog's dilemma

fanart by helloivyandavandrawsstuff

same as 1

anne sexton, from “a letter to W. D. snodgrass,” a self-portrait in letters

we need l'manberg back streamed by nihachu

smithereens streamed by wilbursoot

why do many think human blood is sometimes blue? from NPR

same as 6

mrs kennedy by austin p. mckenzie

ERROR // DSMP AMV by TheToyBoxs

the place where he inserted the blade by black country, new road

how to be a dog by andrew kane

via faeslily

anglerfish by mavigator

tvtropes - morality chain

DSMP transcripts

friendship bracelet from wikipedia

nihachu (SMP) page on DSMP wikia

transcripted from (5) by me, styled in DSMP transcripts format

same as 5

the light that shines when things end by iain thomas

fanart by birdaboos

definition of immolation from cambridge dictionary

same as 18

happy three years, everybody.

[clingyduoapologist]

Wilbur soot comes back makes my entire dash start swooning like Victorian maidens while he regales them with tales of B tier American barcade adventures and accidentally makes two Kennedy jokes in like 2 seconds we’re so fucking Wilback

[rammit-online99]

so I drew my oc :3

[winterwolf0120]

Loona ❤️

Species: Hellhound

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Wife: V

Sister: Octavia

Daughter: Eclipsa

Brother-In-Law: Wilbur Soot

Fathers: Blitzø and Stolas

Friends: Leon S. Kennedy, Jada, Bendy, Vex, N, Tommyinnit, Uzi Doorman, and Hoppy Hopscotch

Royalty: Captain Royal Guard

Food: Raw rabbits

Roller coaster: Banshee 💜

[marrow-and-bone]

Title: Major Malfunction Pairings: Quackity/Wilbur, Quackity/Schlatt Rating: Explicit Words: 10,700 A gift for @regicidal-optimism, as part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange Summary:

“I just think it’s a little ridiculous, that’s all,” Wilbur says around a mouthful of hash brown. “I mean the theater of it, you know? The spectacle.” “Of course it’s a spectacle," Quackity says. “We’re launching a fucking rocket.” “We launch rockets every day. This one just so happens to have people sitting on top of it.” “I’m not a chump for being excited about this,” Quackity says, setting up all the familiar defenses. “It’s a big deal. It’s a big deal every fucking time.” “I never said you were a chump, Quackity, let’s not be dramatic.” Quackity’s eyes stay on the road, but he can hear the eyeroll in Wilbur’s voice. “I only said that it’s depressingly mundane.” “For you, maybe," Quackity says, and swallows down the rest.  or Quackity and Wilbur are Space Shuttle flight control officers for NASA in the 1990s.

There's also a playlist (course there is) on Spotify | on YouTube

A selected list of sources (below the fold)

Videos

Space Shuttle Abort Modes Explains the different abort modes for the shuttle, when they would be used, and generally how they work.

Mission Control Practices Launching Discovery Interviews with flight controllers, and footage of both the main control floor and the backrooms 

STS-51L - Launch Flight Directors Loop Includes audio and video from the Mission Control Floor during the Challenger launch, explosion, and immediate aftermath

Columbia Breakup in real time Compiles footage from various sources and includes annotated diagrams of the systems which failed.

Inside Mission Control During STS-107 Columbia's Failed Re-entry and disaster No commentary or shuttle footage, audio and video of the flight controllers only

STS-107 Re-entry live NASA TV coverage of the Columbia accident Includes Public Affairs Officer commentary

STS-71 launch & landing TV coverage of a shuttle launch from 1995

NASA RTLS Launch Abort Simulation - Discovery with Orbiter visuals added Audio from a simulated shuttle launch abort at NASA Johnson

Commercial Crew Progress Status Update 2013 presentation describing NASA’s commercial crew program and its progress at the time

Podcast is Not an Option, Episode 73 (with Gary Jordan) Interview with present-day Public Affairs Officer 

Space Shuttle Flyout Series: Launch Directors Interviews with launch directors from NASA Kennedy, as well as footage of the firing room floor 

Articles, documents, and diagrams (not including wikipedia we all know about wikipedia already)

Rogers Commission Report on the Space Shuttle Challenger Accident excerpted and adapted in the text of the story (see page 198)

Transcript of Mission Control flight loop for Columbia's final flight

Challenger timeline includes transcripts of audio from the NASA Select broadcast as well as the flight controller loops

Space Shuttle: Orbiter Processing from Landing to Launch  (PDF)

Going boldly: Behind the scenes at NASA’s hallowed Mission Control Center

The Final Count Down: A Review of Three Decades of Flight Controller Training Methods for Space Shuttle Mission Operations (PDF) includes a diagram of the control floor and descriptions of controller positions

Mission Control Center: The Heart of US Manned Spaceflight Operations this is the personal website of a former Flight Dynamics Officer [FDO] flight controller, the layout is a little wacky but there’s good stuff in here

Launching a Shuttle: NASA Countdown to Blastoff focuses on Launch Control at the Kennedy Space Center

Space Shuttle Propulsion Systems (PDF)

Building on a Mission: The Houston Mission Control Center

SPACE SHUTTLE EAST COAST ABORT MODES FOR HIGH INCLINATION LAUNCHES (PDF)

A McDonald’s menu from the 90s

[mythuzalasheir3]

Hatchetfield x Resident Evil

Basically, CCRP are messing around with viruses based on the research of Executive Kilgore and the Emdroid and one of them causes a zombie outbreak in Hatchetfield, so PEIP agents John Macnamara, Wilbur Cross and Xander Lee are sent to investigate the mansion of Charles Coven. Wilbur betrays his friends.

Meanwhile, John Macnamara’s foster daughter, Lex, is returning to Hatchetfield to visit him and ends up getting stuck in the HFPD building and crossing paths with officer Bailey.

(I don’t really know the plots of 4, 5 and 6 so we’re gonna skip them lol)

Years later, Emma Perkins is working as a mercenary and scientist working on sentient mold developed from a mysterious meteor that crashed and died out years ago. Her team insert that into a young baby Grace Chasity. The mission to transport the child goes wrong and they end up in Lousiana at Karen and Mark Chasity’s house. Grace infects them all with her mold and gets Emma to send an email three years after she went missing to her husband, Paul.

Paul shows up, is thoroughly confused and manages to save his wife with Macnamara’s help.

Paul and Emma go into witness protection effectively, moving to a remote village and having a child named after Emma’s sister, Jane.

Paul is worried that one or both of them will have passed the mold to their baby.

Then one day, Macnamara shows up, kills Emma and kidnaps Paul and the baby.

To rescue her, Paul faces off against the four lords of the village: Linda Monroe, Steph Lauter, Ted Spankoffski and Henry Hidgens and eventually the cult leader of the village, Emdroid, who had kidnapped the real Emma after the birth so she could use the baby to bring back her own dead child, which Grace should have been.

Paul sacrifices himself to kill Emdroid and save his daughter, because he died at Mark Chasity’s hand way back in Lousiana and was brought back as part of the mold.

Emma is alive and well, and rescued and reunited with her daughter.

Cast list:

Paul Matthews: Ethan Winters

Emma Perkins: Mia Winters

Jane Matthews (Paulkins baby: Rose Winters

Pokey: The Mold

John Macnamara: Chris Redfield

Linda: Alcina Dimitrescu

Hidgens: Karl Heisenberg

Ted: Sal Moreau

Steph and Ruth: Donna and Angie

Emdroid: Mother Miranda

Grace Chasity: Evelyn

Mark Chasity: Jack Baker

Karen Chasity: Marguerite Baker

Becky Barnes: Zoe Baker

CCRP: Umbrella corp

Wilbur Cross: Albert Wesker

Xander Lee: Jill Valentine

PEIP: S.T.A.R.S

Charles Coven: Oswald Spencer

Lex Foster: Claire Redfield

Officer Bailey: Leon S Kennedy

[lmanburs]

Wilbur from LVJY Gig-Fit Bracket TWO!!

It's been a few months, but since Lovejoy have wrapped up their Inselaffe and Across the Pond tours and are about to start their summer festival run, I wanted to do another outfit tournament!!

Each poll will once again run for 24 hours, rig them however you'd like! If you don't want to see any of the polls, blacklist #wilbur gig-fit 2

Denim Jacket vs. Pink Button-Up

Dark Striped Button-Up vs. Kennedy Shirt

Color-Blocked Shirt vs. Gray Sweater

Black Button-Up vs. Brown Button-Up

Fleece Sweater vs. Horizontal Striped Shirt

Yellow Shirt vs. Striped Cardigan

Vertical Button-Up vs. Racing Jacket

Dark Wolf vs. Gov. Ball

All I ask is for you guys to not let another button-up win.

[timegrrrl]

introduction ♡𝅼

names﹕ jeremy﹐frankie﹐astrid﹐wilbur﹐penny﹐ocean

pronouns﹕he﹐she﹐they﹐it + neos

other﹕7teen﹐fil/eng﹐genderfluid﹐demirose bisexual﹐sharing leon kennedy yumejin

byf! i spam and reblog a lot. i post in tagalog a lot. inactive most of the times. do not follow for one fandom, i switch a lot in a span of weeks or months. i am a minor, while i do not mind people older interacting, please be mindful of who you're talking to. i follow from my personal blog!

socials/links﹕carrd﹐personal blog﹐bluesky﹐twitter﹐insta

tags i use﹕my art﹐me rambling﹐original characters﹐jereon (yumeship)

[soggy-times]

!!

welcome to hell blog 101 my sincerest apologies to anyone who ended up here because I am so fucking weird

you don’t have to read everything but at least read the DNI before you interact with me

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Nyx || he/they/it || transmasc genderqueer || sexuality is a fucking mystery|| goth-punk creature || irish || INTJ ||

*Spins in circles and drinks monster*

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆞 𓆉𓆝𓇼𓆟 𖦹°‧𓆝𓆡𓆜

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝕊 + 𝕀ℕ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕊 + 𝔽𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕆𝕄𝕊

I love bungou stray dogs with a burning passion

I also LOVELOVELOVE RAIN WORLD ITS AMAZING

Dazai kinnie (help)

Five pebbles kinnie (I don’t care if he sucks I love him)

I also like

○ Omori

○ pjsk

○ classic literature

○ art

○ Star wars

○ psychology

○ fish

○ sea animals generally

○ gaeilge!!! Is breá liom gaeilge a labhairt ^^ labhair liom as gaeilge, más maith leat

○ gravity falls

○ ghibli

○ ENA

○ vocaloid

○ ciphers

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖‿̩͙୨

ᘻᑘSᓰᑢ

○ Crass

○ Black flag

○ Ramones

○ The Cure

○ Dead kennedys

○ Nirvana

○ The Clash

○ Green day

○ Mcr

○ Siouxsie and the banshees

○ X ray spex

○ The cramps

○ NOFX

○ Bad religion

○ Killing joke

○ Tv girl

○ Cloud nothings

○ Bauhaus

○ The specials

○ Joy division

○ Hozier

+ more I am not bothered to list

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loli/shota you are disgusting dont come near ^^

fit into other typical dni criteria

vivziepop defender

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