Just me doing noodle things. Feel free to call me Ruth. Apologies for the Code Vein spams. I have been hyperfixating on this for.... ok I've accepted that its just part of my life now ig. Art tag is chief's big bara tiddies btw
Cody's favorite guy...
I wanted to draw more of them on Zeta Halo, they were resting for a bit and Cody grabbed him.... he doesn't wanna lose Kies again ohhhh someone's clingy!!!!!! Cody I know what you are!!!!
Very late but still before midnight! Sorry if this is barely coherent. I wrote this while barely awake and mostly wanted to get this prompt done on time.
First day of Nivannedy Week 2026: "Devotion" and "You didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point."
“You didn’t have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point.”
There were few things as hilarious as how Piers Nivans’s face scrunched up when he was pissed. At least, Leon Kennedy thought so. He grinned at Piers and Piers’s scrunched up face and how the air between them practically simmered with Piers’s rising frustration.
Well, he tried to grin at Piers, anyway. His head was unusually heavy on his neck, and it lolled instead of moving in the correct direction. Instead of grinning at Piers, Leon found himself staring at the cracked, filthy ceiling above him.
There were even splashes of blood on the ceiling. Not bad. Leon was reasonably sure they weren’t his.
Piers growled at the same time pain sparked in Leon’s arm. Leon grunted and jolted, grin shifting into something which was definitely not a pout as he turned to Piers. Piers did at least seem semi-apologetic, offering a pat to Leon’s shoulder before finishing up the bandage on Leon’s bicep.
We almost match, Leon thought, but he wasn’t stupid enough — or concussed enough — to say that aloud.
“It worked, didn’t it?” Leon said instead. From this angle, he could only see that filthy ceiling instead of Piers’s adorably pissed face. Dirt and blood and ancient grime. Did these guys waste all of their budget on monsters and none on housekeeping? Or did the monsters just eat the housekeepers?
“Barely. You almost ended up down that thing’s gullet!”
Just like the housekeepers, Leon thought inanely. …okay, he might be concussed. Possibly. The moments between tossing that grenade and ending up under Piers’s not-quite-tender ministrations were a blur.
No time to worry about that now. Or worry about the fate of those nameless housekeepers.
Leon let his head roll on the ground so he could see Piers a little bit. Ah, from this angle he could see Piers a little better, adorable scowl and all. Piers was studying Leon’s side where his armor didn’t fully connect, leaving a vulnerable spot.
There’s too many of those between the two of us, aren’t there? Leon swallowed those words back with the bloody saliva slowly filling his mouth. He wasn’t concussed enough to say that, either.
Piers traced Leon’s cracked armor with his fingers. His human fingers, Leon noted. His prosthetic hand was clenched on the ground, dirty and bloody like the ceiling. Like Leon’s armor. The shadows on his face were shifting from something funny to something terrible and familiar. His scarred mouth twisted, and Leon knew Piers was going to say something he didn’t want to hear.
Snipers were good at pinpoint accuracy, but Leon was better at derailment. With a grin that made his bruised skull ache, Leon pushed himself up. Piers startled, not expecting it. His scarred fingers fell away from Leon’s side. Most importantly, so did whatever words which were gathering between them. “Leon —”
“Have you ever seen housekeepers in these places?” Leon asked. Everything rocked and swayed and his head still felt too heavy, but Leon was an old hand at this. It didn’t matter how much you bled as long as you didn’t flinch. It didn’t matter how many times you fell as long as you got up.
“Housekeepers?” Piers repeated. For the moment, at least, Piers looked too baffled to remember he was angry at Leon or to continue yelling at Leon about Leon’s supposed point.
“You know, to sweep the stairs and shit.” Leon paused and stared in the direction of the stairs. Former stairs. “And to clean up monster guts and torn off limbs… when were you supposed to meet up with your team again?”
Piers growled — hilarious and adorable — and yanked out his radio. As Piers tried to modulate his snapping into something professional, Leon studied him. Or, at least, tried to study Piers and the random duplicates which wavered around him. That was fine. Just more of Piers for Leon to study.
Filthy and bloody, but none of the blood was his. Leon’s dive and Leon’s grenade took care of that. It was Leon’s blood on Piers’s prosthetic hand, dust from the former stairwell which coated Piers’s aging scars. Leon could still feel the faint heat of Piers’s fingers from where the man had bandaged Leon, being so careful despite his anger.
Piers had no idea what Leon’s point was, and Leon didn’t want him to think enough on it to figure it out. Leon made himself look away from Piers before the other man caught him staring. Don’t let Piers’s train get back on track… or something. It was a good thing Piers was a BSAA soldier or Leon’s lack of subtlety might actually get him in trouble.
Leon spotted another door on the far side of the room. It was almost hidden by a desk Big and Ugly had thrown at them earlier. He started walking toward it, not letting himself look back at Piers again. Even snipers had to work to hit a moving target.
“Leon! Hold on, Jill, this idiot is —”
It wasn’t just Piers. Leon didn’t let himself think about his point, either. No more time for any of that now. For stupid points or for old scars or for metal where limbs should be. No more time for his probable concussion and how it made the floor rock under him or for him to care about how his blood mixed so well with the room’s filth.
Whatever. That was a problem for the building’s nonexistent housekeeping.
“Let Jill know that we’re moving the party to a different room,” Leon said. “And that she’s free to join us anytime.”
Leon heard Piers updating Jill between furious curses and scoffed softly. Later when they had parted ways and it was just Leon and his old friends Jack and Jose, he would think about points and vulnerability and the dangerous cracks left by old promises and new devotion. Later. Much later. Now?
“And ask her if she’s ever seen housekeeping in any of these things. I remember one place having a butler but not housekeeping.”
“I’m not going to ask her about housekeeping. Leon, now slow down, you fucking --”
writers really will spend twenty minutes pacing around the kitchen thinking “this scene is genius” and then sit down to type and suddenly remember approximately three words and one emotional vibe
writers really will spend twenty minutes pacing around the kitchen thinking “this scene is genius” and then sit down to type and suddenly remember approximately three words and one emotional vibe
Computers are so scary what if I accidentally hit F12 in a steam game and it takes a screenshot. What if I press shift + F12 while in word and accidentally save my document 😖
If you had to learn what the F keys on your computer do through me reblogging this post, then I'm glad you did. Computer literacy is not a skill that gets taught anymore, and it is absolutely one that needs to be taught in order to be learned. Don't ever feel bad for not knowing something, but ☝️ don't ever stop learning learning about your environment, the tools you use, and especially the people around you
talking to a friend and a friend of a friend about my halo fanfiction and we ended up on the subject of mass effect and i'm kicking myself in the mouth with stuff i wrote in 2021 (before halo hit me again like a hydrogen bomb) that never went anywhere
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