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My art stuff:
â drawing â sewing â crafting â writing
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Meet my OCs:
â Naiya (BG3 Tav)
â Cassandra (Resident Evil)
â Leggy the worm
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Art Fight 2026 đđ
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Read my fanfics below (ăŁËĎËĎ )âĄ
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Resident Evil fics (Leon x OC/Reader)
â Call it Fate, Call it Luck (ongoing)
â Crush(ed)
Baldur's Gate 3 fics (Astarion x OC):
â Stay with me?
â I'm gonna miss this for no particular reason (NSFW)
â Bed of Roses (suggestive)
â This mask won't fall and so won't I (paused)
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Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (if you squint)
Highschool AU // TW: bullying, light angst
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Leafs gently swayed in the wind as they casted speckles of shadows across the schoolyard. The shift from spring to summer had just begun, the sun slowly growing warmer as jackets were being left at home more often than not.
The smell of freshly mowed lawn blew into the classroom through the open window Leon sat at while gazing outside, lost in thoughts between here and many other places he'd much rather be.
It wasn't that he hated school. Many subjects came easy to him and whatever he couldn't learn as well by studying he could make up by having a good memory. His grades were always top and his outlooks for a spot at the police academy he'd set his eyes on were better than ever.
He didn't hate school.
Or at least he didn't really until a few months ago.
The soft breeze coming through the window gently lifted the top few sheets of his sketch pad as it sat loosely and half forgotten in Leon's hand, leaning against his propped up knee. His pale blue eyes nearly matched the color of today's cloudless sky as they wandered across the people mingling across schoolyard below while he mindlessly nibbled at the backend of his pencil.
That was until said sketch pad got yanked out of his hand, ripping him from whatever daydream he'd been lost in.
âWell well, what do we have hereâ, a scratchy male voice beloning to one of Leon's classmates rang through the otherwise empty room.
âHey, give that backâ, Leon immediately got up to reach for the item before another guy took it further from his reach.
Panic rose in his chest, fearing where this was about to go.
They can't look at this, they can't. Not this.
âWohohowâ, the other guy cackled alongside a devious grin. âSomeone's obsessed!â
âI said gave it back!â, Leon repeated, this time louder though he tried his best to not sound too upset.
His jaw tightened at the sight of his sacred belonging being handed around the group of popular kids he had the unfortunate luck to share classes with. He hadn't even noticed them coming in. Most of his peers spent breaks outside or in the cafeteria so it usually was safe for him to pull out his sketching stuff while staying in the classroom.
Well, not today apparently.
âHey Y/N, check this outâ, one of the guys called out to the you your face shifting from a mischievious smirk to curiosity.
Nonononono. Not her, not her.
âI think someone's in loo-oo-ooveâ, the guy singsang in a mockingly high tone while throwing the sketch pad in your direction.
Catching it with ease your eyes immediately widened with an emotion Leon couldn't exactly decypher though he assumed it must have been somewhere between shock and surpise.
The entire page was filled with pencil sketches and doodles of yourself. Mainly sideviews but also a few other angles, different hairstyles and outfits including the one from today. All roughly sketched out as the focus clearly layed on your facial features, lines set with such careful precision and detail.
Your gaze stayed locked on the paper as another girl stepped next to you to take a peek and giggling instantly.
âNaww, didn't know Kennedy had an eye on youâ, she added, gently nudging you with her ellbow before joining in with the guy's humiliating laughter.
Leon's cheeks and ears were burning with embarrassement and anger at the same time but he couldn't move, couldn't speak; frozen in place as he analized every flickering change of your face, not quite sure what to even search for.
Suddenly you scoffed as you locked eyes with him.
âYeah, you're in love with me or something? Freakâ, you spat flatly.
Teeth clenching so tightly they thretened to shatter any moment, Leon finally freed himself from his spot, stomping over to you and ripping the sketch pad from you hands, ignoring the tingling as your fingers briefly brushed against each other.
A cold laugh left his lips before his adam's apple bobbed with a thick swallow.
âI was just studying. I could never be in love with someone like you... I have standards, you knowâ, his words were quiet but clear and firm and awfully cold, his gaze never once leaving yours until his last word was spoken.
Howerver this only pulled more laughter from the guys.
âWohohoah!â
âWoah, he can bite back!â
Your girl friend gasped audibly next to your ear before breaking into a high pitched cackling with her hands infront of her mouth like the burn of the decade just dropped.
And yet your expression didn't change much. No laugh, no smirk, nothing. You just kept staring at him, mouth slightly agape though you yourself weren't sure if it was to say anything or merely out of shock.
Leon didn't care much.
Maybe a little.
He chose to ignore it though, stuffing his sketch pad and pencil case into his bag and slumping it over his shoulder before fleeing the god awful scene.
He didn't hate school.
But he did hate a few people there.
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Small disclaimer:
I do not mean to romanticize bullying with this. I know there's this popular belief of "they like you that's why they are teasing you" which this might be playing into a little bit (I'm not fully sure yet tbh).
This is soley a fantasy setting however; I sure know I wouldn't have a crush on my bullies nor would I care much if they suddenly came up to me apologizing. I'd acknowledge it and then go well, doesn't change jackshit lol đ
Just wanted to make that one clear, anyways thank you for reading so far! Pls check my AO3 account for further notes and tags. I am probably gonna add more to this some time over there <3
I genuinely think the amount of Leon Kennedy mischaracterization needs to be studied. Because no, he is not "babygirl coded", he's around fifty years old now and has an amount of survivors guilt that could rival Macbeth/hj. But in all seriousness, he's a grown ass man, he wouldn't wear cat ears, he wouldn't have a controversially young girlfriend, and he wouldn't listen to Lana del fucking ray.
Accepting identities I don't understand is actually extremely easy because I just go "this isn't about me" and move on with my life unbothered by someone else's identity, it's truly that simple.
i heard someone say once, âyou donât need to speak French to acknowledge that itâs a language that existsâ. and i feel like more ppl need to keep that in mind when they come across something they donât understand.
hilarious to me when i have a mutual for a long time but i dont know their name or nationality or age like that's my friend!!! my very good friend! who's. well. they're cool and they like the thing. you know.
A sick wizard castle with a nondescript van painted on the side. A gothy pin-up girl with the portrait of a random trucker tattooed on her thigh. A bathroom-themed beach vacation. A beautiful brightly coloured cupcake that tastes like soap.
Jesus with a portrait of my grandma on his wall. A scimitar-wielding fantasy protagonist reading about the adventures of sixth-grader Kelsey. A National Park with a framed print of somebodyâs living room.
you might get a new exiting idea every day and start planning it, promising yourself âthis is the one im going to finishâ but still ending up abandoning it for another one by next week because it either stopped being exiting or you ran into an issue which convinced you its too difficult or just wrong
you can fix this by reflecting and using your revelations to choose the right project
what do you like? what do you like reading about? what do you like writing about? what do you know a lot about? what are you good at writing about?
accept that there may be ideas you like as concepts, maybe youâd like reading them but not writing it into a book yourself.
is there an idea/theme/anything youâve had in mind for a long time and havent abandoned? why is that different? list things youâve liked for a long time. doesnt even have to be writing related
there are many new exiting things to put your focus on for a week or maybe even month but if you truly want to be consistent, its time to look at what youâre able to be consistent about
at what point do you usually abandon projects? why? whats the furthest youve gotten? what got you there?
its really important to understand the reason behind abandoning your previous projects to do your best avoiding that in the future
whats your favourite part of the writing process? which one do you struggle with the most? which part do you simply dislike? is it possible that maybe you only like the idea of writing a book or having written a book? why do you want to be a writer
when choosing a project, consider how much youâd get to do the parts you like about writing and how much youâd have to face the parts you dont
what do you usually do when faced with a hardship during the writing process? what could you do better? if someone came to you and told you all of these problems, what advice would you give them? do you think you give up too easily? what makes you give up exactly (a feeling, a thought, a mindset, a trait, etc)? what would happen if you never changed any of this? would you even finish a book ever?
the writing process isnt easy. there isnt a single author that didnt go through writers block or a plot hole that seeemed impossible to solve at the time. this is why its inportant to have the right project that is worth fighting those hardships for while enjoying the journey
try to understand the difference between something not being right for you and something simply being difficult at the time
is this project you?
is this the project youâd like to be known for?
why this project? what does it mean to you? what do you like about it?
is this the project you see yourself writing about, every step of the way? it could be helpful to make a list of everything youâd need to do in order to finish this specific projectâresearching a specific topic needed for the worldbuilding, coming up with all the characters, etc
which parts of this book would you enjoy writing about? which parts would you not? is it worth it?
if you find that this project isnt right, revisit the first reflection list you made and choose some key elements youâd like to include in your books, be known for, and write about. revisit your book ideas and put together a book idea that includes these elements and do reflection on that one too
whenever you feel like giving up, ask why. is it because you no longer like the project or is it just difficult? why? maybe the problem is not the project but what it has become? try going back to the very start and core of the idea and seeing when it turned into what it has become? if this is true and you realise you dont like your project anymore, go back and change the entire thing. its totally okay and happens to writers all the time. this isnt wasted effort, this is you discovering yourself as a writer and what you want your project to be. its never too late to change up everything about your project.
to solve this, make a mindmap of every possible path your story could take. write down everything and choose 2-3 you like most. then write them all down separately and reflect on which one would be the best. list the pros and cons of each one. remember: reflection is so important in every step of the way
before giving up
lets say you found yourself stuck again. everything seems difficult and you want to give up. remember that youâve come so far. remember that its okay. and remember how many times this has happened in the past. youâll most likely run into this moment with every single project and multiple times at that.
do all of those same steps again. reflect. change it up.
what exactly is the problem and how could it be fixed? (yes, it can be fixed but you might be looking at the problem the wrong way. you need a fresh perspective)
if you still feel like giving up, tell yourself âi can give up if i still want to after this stepâ
let go of all pressure and think of whatever youâre stuck on. maybe its a plot hole, maybe you cant figure out what should happen next, maybe your characters arent working with you how you want them to. now, without any pressure (just let go, maybe take a break, meditate) just think of the stupidest solutions. think of this project as something that barely matters to you. like it belongs to your friend youâre giving advice to.
i was totally stuck on where i wanted my book to go because no matter what i chose, there was an impossible plot hole i had to solve. that was until i let go of all the pressure and a totally unexpected solution just found me. something id never have come up with if i kept on cracking my brains to the point of hating writing, myself as a writer, the project itself, and everything else for that matter. i took a break, i looked over what i had with a fresh perspective and the starting idea it all sparked from. i realised that i could just switch up some things that i never even thought i could change because they were part of the starting point of the idea. i did what i feared would ruin the entire idea but in reality, it saved the entire book.
remember youre not alone, there have been millions of authors feeling the same way you do now. and you can use that to your advantage. look for other peoples stories and advice. look at interviews of (your favourite) authors (or artists in general), look for tips, reflect on everything, learn through trial, error, and reflection
and if none of this works, try writing short stories or essays
Happy disabled pride month to the undiagnosed. To those with no idea what it could be. To those who are pretty sure they know, but can't be certain yet. To those whose doctors are trying their best, and to those whose doctors aren't. To those with test results, and those without. To those whose prognosis isn't looking good. To those scared by the course of their symptoms, and with no idea what's going to happen next. Living undiagnosed is hard, and I wish you all luck.
