"PLEGMATIC, BABY" will be a fem!reader x Leon, specifically after the events of RE:9. (It is a smut, ya freaks) In this fic, you've both known each other since raccoon city, staying at arm's length for the sake of missions and past circumstances. Its like a slow burn, but it's a 'skipping to the end' kind of slowburn. And with Leon almost dying, (more times than normal) he's had a change of heart when it comes to appreciating life to the fullest.
"LEAVE YOUR MARK" will be an older fem!reader x Zuko. (totes sfw๐) It starts at s4 of atla and dips into the atla movie. The reader is a non bender, but still a strong fighter. Also, reader is basically an adult surrounded by children, so she overcompensates by being super mature. Zuko is drawn to that, so he shoots his shot and suddenly asks her to marry him after things are settled and done.
"PRIVACY? SINCE WHEN!?" Is basically a trend I saw on YouTube with partners telling their boyfriends to leave the room so they can change. It made me laugh and so I made a silly little blurb thing, but w/jjk men.
And finally, read "HER BLOODY ROMANCE", a himoko toga x male!reader fic that I made such a long time ago. And then come back if you want to read a part ii of that!
MARK YOUR CALENDARS! It's happening soon, so behave yourselves, and make sure you actin' right to all your loved ones. Otherwise? I'm revoking your privilege to read the incoming masterpiece!
low-key stopped watching euphoria after ep 1 of s3, but stumbling upon rue's death in the end literally rocked my fucking shit so bad that i'm mourning her like she was my close friend.
Apologies everyone for the delay in my Leon fic, and just being on this app in general. I haven't been around since my last post bcs there was an incident and I came out of it in pretty bad shape.
Thankfully I'm alive and well atm, but the screen to my phone is completely jacked up, and I don't have enough money to replace the screen yet. That's where I did most of my Tumblr, Wattpad, AO3, ect, and I don't own my own laptop since my roommates boyfriend got drunk (said he saw demons in the screen) and punched the shit outta it a while back.
I'm also super sick rn. Like, my tonsils are swollen to the max and it suuuuucks! But I went to the doctor and it's just a fever and strep throat... Again.
Don't worry, I'll post that Leon fic as soon as I feel that I can without passing out from exhaustion. Thank you all for your patience!
Since wtv tf this art is... was *ahem* โ.หโนโ โ T H R U S T E D โนโ โโ.ห upon my fyp, ig I actually need to post that Leon S. Kennedy fic y'all voted for.
had some dude in my dm come at me with "don't play hard to get bbg๐ฅด๐", and I came here to consult the council to see if replying with "well, sorry that you're hard to want๐โโ๏ธ" was the correct response.
Thinking of writing a fic where you end up getting pregnant by Dabi. Itโs a dumb mistake made by young twenty something year olds, during the darkest times of your life. You always assumed youโd die young, never making plans beyond the next day. This wakes you up. So you end up running and keeping it a secret from everyone, even after you find out exactly who Dabi is, even after the death of Touya Todorokiโฆ
But your child is growing, their quirk is coming through and though youโve done it all on your own so far, these flames are harsher than anything you can handle. Itโs your last choice but youโre frantic and scared, of a child who might burn themselves alive, so you turn to the only place you can think of, Pro Hero Shoutoโs agencyโฆ
I think an older!reader x mid twenties!Shouto would save me?
"PLEGMATIC, BABY" will be a fem!reader x Leon, specifically after the events of RE:9. (It is a smut, ya freaks) In this fic, you've both known each other since raccoon city, staying at arm's length for the sake of missions and past circumstances. Its like a slow burn, but it's a 'skipping to the end' kind of slowburn. And with Leon almost dying, (more times than normal) he's had a change of heart when it comes to appreciating life to the fullest.
"LEAVE YOUR MARK" will be an older fem!reader x Zuko. (totes sfw๐) It starts at s4 of atla and dips into the atla movie. The reader is a non bender, but still a strong fighter. Also, reader is basically an adult surrounded by children, so she overcompensates by being super mature. Zuko is drawn to that, so he shoots his shot and suddenly asks her to marry him after things are settled and done.
"PRIVACY? SINCE WHEN!?" Is basically a trend I saw on YouTube with partners telling their boyfriends to leave the room so they can change. It made me laugh and so I made a silly little blurb thing, but w/jjk men.
And finally, read "HER BLOODY ROMANCE", a himoko toga x male!reader fic that I made such a long time ago. And then come back if you want to read a part ii of that!
May is gonna be my month, It's coming onto me and I can feel it. As such, my plans are to eat as much, as fast, and as badly as I want, and to never use AI to write or draw.
Music... Yep, that's it, just music playing always and at all times.
Make random noises at the stray cats on the street and pray to God that their nails don't come for my shins when I'm running away. Make sure to make some BOMB soup for my parents, and of course, go see the doctor about that thing that I self diagnosed after doing 20+ hrs of research on.
Have [already had] a bi awakening for some fictional characters/try and binge watch the whole franchise.
Kiss your friends, and try some tiramisu for the first time if you can find it somewhere nearby.
Never kill yourself. And finally, strive to anger the haters.
"US DREAD HEADS GOTTA STICK TOGETHER, Y'KNOW WHAT I MEAN?"
jabber wonger (gchkta) ,, not fully proofread ,, dark-skinned reader ,, specifically described as being from african descent ,, writing is in the second-person ,, child reader ,, gender neutral reader ,, jabber is slightly insensitive and doesn't know how to take care of children ,, word count (1k) ,, blurb ,, established gore ,, reader had been previously neglected ,, just for the sillies!
"Cthoni, look at this shit." The man's voice was rough as his fingers tangled into a fistful of your damaged hair, yanking it without warning so it caught the light.
The strands were uneven, snapped and dull, some of it still matted with grime that would take a lot of time to wash out.
He held it up like proof of a crime, shaking his head with a tense click of his tongue.
"Good thing I killed those assholes," he continued, grumbling as if the mere thought of them still annoyed him. "Didn't even bother makin' sure the kid looked decent for the auction. At this rate, the hair's gonna be irreversible, and then we'll have to lob it all off."
And then, his mouth twitched into something like a grin. However, it didn't look happy. If anything, he looked even more irritated.
"And that's a damn shame, 'cause it won't even look good as a bob."
The woman, Cthoni Andor, didn't react. The blue-haired female merely watched from where she stood, smaller than him, but eyes still sharp and unreadable as they traced over you.
Over your shaky knees, your dirt-streaked skin, the way you didn't cry, just stared.
You were observing, like some cataloger or something.
The man who had found you went by the name of Jabber Wonger. He had dragged you out of the hands of the men who'd taken you, though that wasn't his original task. You vaguely remember him asking questions about some "Sphereite" before taking their lives.
"Boss man!" Jabber shouted suddenly, grip shifting as he yanked your arm forward, turning it this way and that like he was inspecting an object rather than a child. "It's a mini me!" His grin widened, sharp and delighted. "You gotta let me keep it!"
The boss, Zodyl Typhon, said nothing at first, causing the silence to stretch in an uncomfortable way. But when he turned, his gaze was heavy as it settled on you.
You could feel it crawl over your skin, weighing you, measuring something you didn't understand.
He didn't look angry, but he didn't look kind, either. Just thoughtful, like he was deciding whether you were worth the trouble.
Finally he spoke, simply replying with, "It?"
"C'mon, boss!" Jabber whined, completely ignoring the older man's correction as he dragged the word out. Still smirking despite how earnest he sounded. "I'm askin' nicely!"
Then, without warning, he crouched down in front of you. Up close, his smile was still frightening. It was too wide and too sharp for you, but it softened just enough to feel deliberate. Like he chose to make it gentler.
His eyes flicked to your hair again, then back to your face.
"Us dread heads gotta stick together," he snickered lightly, almost conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret meant only for you while he ruffled his own hair in front of you. "If you know what I mean."
You didn't.
But maybe it didn't matter?
Around you, the others did their own thing. You recall how Jabber had rambled on about them when coming here. There was Bundus, who had patted your head earlier. Fu, who waved and Noerde, though she didn't even spare you a glance.
A few others you don't recall, but you suppose it doesn't matter.
And of course, Cthoni.
Jabber then straightened back up with a stretch, the moment already losing its novelty. His hand slid from your head like you were nothing more than a passing thought, and he glanced back toward Zodyl with an amused huff.
"Y'know, I think the child should be mine."
Cthoni's gaze sharpened slightly.
"The kid's got the hair for it, it must be a sign." Jabber went on, clearly entertained by his own little idea. "Looks enough like me that no one'd question it. Could be my sibling. Or my kid. Either works."
"Don't really care which." Zodyl just shrugged, completely unbothered by the implications.
Jabber's eyes dropped back to you, curious and amused. Like you were a puzzle only he understood.
And you were left standing there, small and unsure, while your entire future hung on something he'd said as a joke.
You aren't sure you liked the idea of being related to the man next to you, but you suppose that's the least you could do, seeing as he did save you and all.
Then again, did he even know if he was alive? His eyes made it seem like he didn't retain anything but the present moment.
Your sick dad had sold you for just enough to last another week, maybe less.
You'd overheard it all, but it was either that, or he'd get desperate enough to kill and eat you instead. And you didn't want to be food yet.
But somehow, you felt more at peace at those people's hide out than here.
You didn't know what was going to happen, or if they had some elaborate plan for you in the future, one that'd be worse than your previous demise.
You simply watched as Jabber continued to talk to his comrades, unmoving.
Past every few moments where you scratched at your irritated scalp.
Jabber then turned to you with an observant gaze. He noticed how your eyes would dart towards the floor with uncertainty in your expression.
It was clear you weren't quite sure what to make of him or his crew.
It was amusing.
"Scared of me?" he teased, tilting his head slightly with a playful smirk.
You blinked, staring at him as if his hot pink iris' would hold the answer to his question.
You didn't know what to say, or rather, you weren't sure what was okay for you to say. If you admitted to being afraid of him. would he scare you more?
And if you didn't, would he be mad at that?
Finally, you shook your head, coming to the conclusion that he wasn't such a scary person. If he was, he would have left you behind, or worse, killed you just for fun.
That's what bad people did, so he couldn't be that bad of a person.
Again, you didn't say anything to him, noting how he tilted his head. You in turn, copied him. Not on purpose, just out of trying to figure him out.
He still looked amused, but now he also looked more contemplative. It was like he was actually being genuine in trying to find out what to do with you next.
Or maybe he just didn't like how roughed up you were.
Jabber couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. The way you mimicked his head movement was almost endearing, though he'd never admit it out loud.
He crouched down to your level again, still wearing that amused smirk, and poked your cheek.
"You're like a little parrot, you know that?" he said, his tone light and teasing.
Again, you didn't reply. You simply stared, but you couldn't stop the small yet soft smile that came onto your face as he poked your cheek. You really were a child, something as simple as that made you break an expression other than nervousness.
Even so, you aren't sure you can handle the thought of trying to learn more about him. He is still slightly intimidating. And your head was still all tingly.
Even as you scratched at it, it didn't get any better.
Hopefully you didn't have lice or anything like that. But you'd probably need a bath soon if you didn't want to get sick.
Jabber noticed your fingers against your scalp and he caught your wrist gently before you broke skin. His grip was more gentle than you'd expect from someone who just casually mentioned chopping off hair like it was rope.
"Stop that," he huffed. "You're gonna make it worse."
He then stood up and tugged a small canteen from his belt to unscrew the cap. Without asking, he dampened a corner of his sleeve and leaned back down.
"You stink like road dirt," he muttered, dabbing at a grimy patch on your forehead. "But lucky for you? I low-key hate when things look messy. Means I gotta fix 'em. And Cthoni's gonna help me."
Without warning, he grabbed you up from under your arms once more. Tossing you up just a bit to get a better hold of you. Then, he turned to Cthoni and smirked like he was going to prank her with something she didn't want to admit she was interested in seeing.
The female sighed in frustration, and against her better judgement, grabbed you from him. She didn't speak even as she took off her gas mask, but you didn't mind the silence.
Her grip was steady yet careful. There was something about her that was almost protective, yet her gaze remained cool and distant. Jabber followed with a teasing grin, sticking his tongue out at you before motioning a pair of scissors in your direction.
You gasped and hid your face away, assuming the worst. Little did you know, he was trying to play rock, paper, scissors before Cthoni took you away to have a bath.
"Relax," Cthoni muttered, her voice low and dry as she cradled you like a stubborn sack of flour. "I'm not letting him near your head with scissors. Or jokes."
Jabber hopped backward, twirling some of his own locks between his fingers like a magician with a trick up his sleeve. "Aw, c'mon! I was just gonna teach her how to win at rock-paper-scissors! That's essential survival skill!"
"You were going to cheat," Zodyl called flatly from across the room, not looking up from a book he had picked up.
"Improvise, you mean." Jabber corrected with an exaggerated offense. Then he leaned in toward you, winking one eye. "The winner gets to pick tomorrow's hairstyle, and loser is forced to share a room with crazy Fu!"
Cthoni ignored him completely as she carried you toward the back room, but before she shut it behind her, you caught Jabber blowing a dramatic raspberry at her back. Then quickly flashing you two fingers in a silly peace sign.
Almost like it was just the two of you now, and he was already keeping watch.
Finally, Cthoni took you inside a small bathroom-like compartment, setting you down gently next to an empty tub.
The air was already humid, showing that someone had used it previously. But that didn't seem to matter to Cthoni as she turned a nod that spewed out water.
"We need to clean you up," she replied bluntly, holding the back of her hand to your forehead.
You simply nodded, almost leaning into the touch, the only thought in your tiny mind was that maybe, it wouldn't be so bad here.
Hey, so I still can't get over Iron Lung. It's full of blood, eldritch horror, gore, and just pure, miserable, sad grossness... and I paid to watch it, knowing what I was getting into.
So here's a lot of my mini drafts I shoved together posted as one so I can get it all out and focus on actually finishing stuff!
The only issue I have with the movie is that some of the dialogue from when Simon is talking to the transmitter is really muffled, so much so that I can't make out half of the words. I was in the theaters struggling. So I do hope when they let the movie out on streaming services, that they'll have subtitles. I'm already a dislexic mess, so I need extra attention.
Besides that, the movies freaking great. I also can't get over the fact that Simon is a convicted terrorist, but he's really polite considering his position. Like, I almost feel like we need a prequel to fully grasp his personality. If I was him, I'd be crashing out so damn hard, and yeah, he reacted in a human way, but he was still full of life. He was problem solving like a mad man, keeping his ingenuity, all to stay alive and earn his freedom.
I also think Ava maybe was the one that made it out when she said one person had survived the blood ocean. After my second time watching it, I've been thinking about the theory for a while. I also saw that she has a pretty nasty scar, it looks like it may have previously been a radiation injury, but I could be wrong.
One more thing, the fucking god? Hate that. But I do feel that it's totally needed for the story Markiplier was trying to portray.
The person we never see but hear, tells us that it (the god) sees and hears everything. And yet, it understands nothing at all. That's a crazy thing to think about, that this 'thing' at the top of the food chain, can't fully grasp the concept of humanity, so it fills in the blanks like you'd believe a predator would.
I feel like I need more insight on The Cult of Eden to ramble on about it, but the group was agrarian, right? Yet, they bred violent fanatics. Just think that's interesting to mention.
Also, The Consolidation of Iron? Same thing, idk enough to just throw stuff out there. But I do like the fact that this situation, or world setting rather, takes place in a high-tech futurism time period. But at the same time, they're facing extreme scarcity. From the death of millions upon millions of people, to the fact that the remainder don't even have enough food and living to spare.
They don't want to risk losing more, and yet, that's the exact reason they send Simon into the blood ocean. He's the bottom barrel of society at the moment, and the smartest person to 'risk' if they're going to risk anyone.
I just hate the fact that Simon lives in a world where heat is one of the resources. Of course, in this life, it's not like heat isn't a necessity. But it costs him his life, while most of us have easy access to it every day. It's expensive, takes money and supplies that are in low stock on space stations. I think that's why he's literally wearing layer upon layer of heavy clothing and dense material to stay warm.
So I wonder if the heat in the SM-13 was something he got to enjoy before his death? It was likely something he's never really experienced to that capacity. After all, space is cold, but blood isn't. Blood is warm, and as the Bible would say, is "life". Its the proof of oxygen being carried into and throughout a body, proof that someone or something is still alive. Proof that there's a heart, and a brain, and the possibility of potential.
You gotta have some determination for an ocean full of blood to pity you enough to morph together with metal and give you it's own life course and proof of existence...
Am I the only one that still really likes old school Leon S Kennedy?
Idk, I just felt like they took all of his charisma away in the remake. I also felt like Ada and Leon's relationship was barely there; it felt like tasting cardboard practically. I was low-key liking both Ashley and Luis' shared banter with Leon more than whatever interactions he had with Ada.
Though I will say, I did appreciate that they did make Leon a little more serious. After all, this is saving the presidents daughter we're talking about.
Anyways, feeling silly!๐ Might just make a RE9 fic about Leon, but I don't really know yet.
