โฏ ย ย A ย STUDY ย IN. ย . ย . ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. โ Might controls everything. And without strength, you cannot protect anything. โ ๐ด ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐ฅโ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐. Inheriting a nightmare & BECOMING the nightmare. Lurking ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ under the veil of night & dancing through the graves of those who stand at his feet. Beyond the tree fire burns, a secret love & the bloodline yearns. Dark minds embrace the crimson joy. Does your dim heart heal or destroy? He closes his eyes & dreams of light for too long now. A sibling rivalry that transcends lifetimes. โ You are not ๐ค๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ฆ as my opponent. โ The Angel that presided 'oer my birth said, "Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth, "Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth. He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซโ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฆ: ๐ง๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐. โ That day, if our positions were switched... ๐ฆ๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ.แฃ Would I have your life, & you mine? Let's settle this... Dante. โ
๐ฟ๐ธ๐๐ ๐. ๐พ๐ธ๐๐๐ธ๐ท๐ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ด๐ท๐ด ๐๐๐๐บ โ she/her โ heterosexual โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฟ ๐๐ด๐ฟ๐ธ๐๐๐ผ๐๐ธ โ she/her โ bisexual masc leaning โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ถ๐ด๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ธ๐ผ๐ ๐ด ย โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐๐ป๐ธ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐พ๐ผ๐ ย โ she/her โ heterosexual โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ฝ๐ด๐พ๐ธ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐ธ๐ท๐น๐ผ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ท โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐๐ป๐ธ๐๐ด ๐ด๐ฟ๐๐๐ด๐ ย โ she/her โ heterosexual โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ธ๐ฟ '๐ป๐๐๐พ' ๐ด๐๐ธ๐ ๐ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
This blog does not and will NEVER support Spardacest, if those are your intentions; hardblock me. I don't want to hear it.
๐๐ธ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ด๐ ๐ท๐ด โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics โ main ship. cecilia โcyndiโ rodriquez
๐ท๐ด๐๐๐ธ ๐๐๐ด๐ ๐ท๐ด โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐๐ธ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ด๐ ๐ท๐ด-๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐พ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ด๐ โ she/her โ heterosexual(closeted bisexual) โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ถ๐ ๐ธ๐ท๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ด๐ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐ป ๐๐๐ธ๐๐ธ๐๐ โ she/her โ heterosexual โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ฟ๐ด๐ท๐ ๐ด๐ ๐พ๐ป๐ด๐ โ she/her โ heterosexual โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐๐ผ๐ถ๐๐ฟ๐ธ๐๐๐ด '๐๐ผ๐ถ๐' ๐บ๐๐ฟ๐ท๐๐๐ธ๐ผ๐ โ she/her โ heterosexual โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ถ๐ด๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ด '๐๐ป๐ธ ๐ฟ๐ด๐ท๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐ธ๐ท' ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐ โ she/her โ heterosexual โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ถ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐๐ด "๐ต๐ด๐๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐ด" ๐๐ด๐ฟ๐ธ๐๐๐ผ-๐ ๐ธ๐ท๐บ๐ ๐ด๐๐ธ โ she/her โ bisexual masc leaning โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ฝ๐ธ๐ด๐๐๐ธ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ โ she/her โ bisexual masc leaning โ open for any dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ด ๐ ๐ธ๐ท๐บ๐ ๐ด๐๐ธ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ ๐๐ท๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐ด๐ ๐๐ธ๐ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐:
๐ต๐ ๐๐ถ๐ธ '๐๐ป๐ธ ๐ต๐ด๐๐๐ด๐' ๐๐ด๐๐๐ธ โ he/him โ demisexual โ open for any of dynamic, selective with romantic dynamics
๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ '๐พ๐๐' ๐พ๐ธ๐๐ โ he/him โ bisexual โ open for any of dynamic, single romantically shipped with timothy jackson drake-wayne
๐ด๐ฟ๐ป๐ด๐ผ๐๐ป๐ด๐ ๐ด๐พ๐๐๐ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, single romantically shipped with suzume sakurai
๐ด๐ฝ๐ด๐ '๐ถ๐ป๐ผ๐ฟ๐ท๐ธ' ๐๐ด๐ ๐พ๐๐๐ผ๐ถ โ he/him โ heterosexual โ open for any of dynamic, single romantically shipped with suzume sakurai
โ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. โ (grace for leon)
for muses that are getting to know each other | accepting
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. Just like with Sherry and Ashley, Leon kept in contact with Grace, same for Emily. There were even times Leon would swing by to help with Emily whenever Grace was busy or if he had an off day. This time around, he decided to go over to Grace's place to make it easier for her and Emily.ย
Sitting on the couch and reclining slightly, he made a little shimmy on the cushions. โ Comfy. โ Leon said softly before listening to Grace as she spoke. During that time, she had his undivided attention. Eyes on hers, his body language open, and he reacted sometimes, but there was something that bothered him.ย
โ I'm still pissed that your boss sent you out by yourself for the first task you had. โ Maybe it was because Leon saw himself in Grace from when he was a rookie, but he was glad she pulled through and was able to save herself and him. The wife would have been very upset if he didn't make it back home. Then again, he did leave the Porsche in Raccoon City for at least a week until he went back to get it again.ย
โ But, I am glad you feel comfortable enough to talk with me, it's never good holding that stuff in, believe, I know. โ Reaching back to rub the back of his neck he looked around the room for a moment before eyes landing on Grace again as he parted his lips to ask a question that had been on his mind since he got here.ย
โ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about itโฆ โ (ashley for leon)
for muses that are getting to know each other | accepting
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. It was a good thing that her father actually liked him and trusted him. He didn't want to be on her detail, and it was best that he wasn't given his job and what he had to do, so being able to get to know Ashley on a platonic level outside of the events that happened was refreshing. He was already making plans to introduce her to Sherry and Claire when she was comfortable with it. Right now, he was content with just a simple conversation.ย
Inviting her over to his place, Leon took it upon himself to make her a meal, and he was certain that one of her bodyguards was outside his apartment door, and thankfully, he did a deep clean of the place too.ย
Standing in his kitchen and idly stirring the pot of Chicken Cacciatore, he was lost in thought. Right when he'd get comfortable, Hunnigan would call him about another mission, and he wouldn't even have time for breakfast. Thankfully, though, he did request the day just to spend time with Ashley. However, this mind was elsewhere. The memory that stuck with him the most was with Krauser. How did the man he respected and admired fall so far down the path? Did he miss signs? Should he have checked in more? What could he have done? Sometimes, that knife he took burned a hole in his pocket, similar to the one that was given to him by Marvin all those years ago.
When she spoke, Leon turned the stove down to a simmer before giving her his undivided attention. โ Nah, I'm fine. Justโฆlost in thought I guess. โ The last part came out in more of a mumble than anything before he finally checked the pot and gave a small taste test wth the spoon.ย
โ Lemme borrow your taste buds. โ Leon stated as he gestured for her to come closer. โ This alright? โ He asked, offering the spoon with a bit of the sauce for her taste.
โ I think I would be a decent bombshell on ๐ฟ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐. โ He's talking out loud, without a care in the world. He's not needed for a mission; he's off the clock. As a matter of fact, he's on vacation. The Grim Reaper is not going to do anything but sit and relax with his cup of coffee. However, at some point, he will need to catch on Tofu. โ But I'm not sure how much information I would be allowed to share. โ Now he's thinking about it.ย
โ Yeah, never mind, I'll just watch it and enjoy the drama. โ Maybe he just wants to be kissed, who knows.
continued from here | leon s. kennedy & ashley graham of @plagasaved
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. While he scoped out the area to make sure it was safe for Ashley. Baby Eagle needed to come out of his unscathed, otherwise it would be hit ass, Hunnigan's, and possibly everyone else. Leon had met President Graham once, and the look he had in his eyes reminded him of the man in the yellow flannel back in Raccoon City when he was with Ada. Sometimes those memories came back in flashes, and he did what he could to shake everything off and proceed with the mission.ย
Every shot he fired, every kick he did, he made sure Ashley would make it out unharmed. She was just a college student; oddly enough, the mere fact that she was a college student reminded him of Claire Redfield. However, Claire was in a league of her own, with her brother training her, and the fact that she took on what is now learned was a B.O.W that supposedly was Sherry's father; there really wasn't a comparison. At least that's what he thought about as he checked the area until he called for her again.ย
When she peeked her head out and leaned over the edge, Leon chuckled softly. โ Y'know, when you look down at me like that, you kinda remind me of a mouse. โ It's cute. The thought was in his mind, but he wouldn't dare say it out loud. That would be unprofessional. Holding out his arms so she could jump into them, he gave a nod.
โ Yeah, found some gems I plan giving to this merchant guy I met before I found you. Maybe he has some ammo I can stock up on. โ Damn shame he doesn't have food.ย
SUBJECT: a new follower starter !
CONCERNING: carlos oliviera
the REALITY here getting clearer, wasn't it?
something in the retrieval of g had gone seriously, terribly wrong. the kind of wrong that had albert wesker calling her up, the sort of wrong that she had to admit, that she was entirely unprepared for. who could be? this was, as she understood it from her own internal workings within umbrella, the first time that they'd ever seen an outbreak like this. there was the incident at spencer manor, but that had been, from what she had read on the way into raccoon city, MOSTLY CONTAINED. a strange thing to read herself, having spent time there during her own playing pretend moments - and now, it was buried beneath what S.T.A.R.S. had brought down upon their heads, but she supposed to that, nobody ought to be surprised. not with what was spilling out of it. not with how bad she'd heard it's gotten within raccoon city. a city of millions, mostly evacuated.. but not all, could. not everyone had the time, the means, found it serious enough to do anything about it... there's those that simply hadn't heard in time, there' those who couldn't run fast enough, there's...
so many reasons, honestly, that might catch someone up within these disaster zones. ada didn't really have time to really think on that. the situation had changed in a matter of hours since she'd first set food back in this city. it'd been approximately 5 months since she'd taken leave of her MISSION within the lab buried beneath that mansion. she'd had an idea of the research, but frankly, she'd been using her connections with john clemens to milk all she could out of umbrella for the organization. he'd been a foolish man, in love. for what? a young researcher that had shown him the time of day? it's all so pathetic and predictable at the time, that she hardly cared when she'd slipped from that lab as if she'd never been there. she had no idea what had happened to john, or if he was still alive... she supposed it didn't really matter. he'd been a useful fool, but more than that, foolish. hating the work he was a part of, and yet committing to it, all the same. that had always been what had made him a coward, at least within her eyes. ah well. you can't win them all.
she arrives at the station with a wave of citizens. she's looking for someone, a reporter she'll falsely label her boyfriend, just for the ease of it. the right story with the right person tended to OPEN DOORS, and considering that the dead were literally at their door, ada liked to consider this open fucking season at this point. she wasn't sure when he slipped her noose, but it was somewhere between arrival, and that first wave that jeremy irons seemed incapable of doing anything against. what a useless fucking person. with her contact gone, and more citizens being picked off along with the remaining forces of the RCPD, there was only so long she was willing to hang around. she only had so much ammo, and while she was sure, later, she'd have her pick looting through this place, for now?
she kept to the clock tower. a place that seemed to hold her at a safe distance from what haunted these halls. she'd time how long it'd take between each round of shots to help gauge the situation, how many people were left alive... it was down to once an hour or two now, she'd hear a smattering of gunshots, a distorted wail, as someone met their end. leaving ada to pass the time above, her eyes shut, unable to sleep for more than 30 minutes at a time. nobody talks about the part of this that makes you SICK. she'd slip from here, in moments to observe, to use the bathroom, to steal any food she could before finding herself back within her spot, and when she did, there were moments. she'd wasted a whole clip on her last run, but salvaged a few helpful items, including having scoured most of the second floor. she couldn't pass up on the opportunity that g might be here, easier to get her hands on than the underground labs that otherwise she'd have to find. ( shit. she was halfway done the puzzle for that )
a fan wafted overhead, waving the stench of rotting bodies her way. ada's grasp on her gun, tightening, her head left to whip at a sound, her gun raised, only to see... oh. it's a familiar face, which for ada, was a shocking turn of fate. carlos. shit. he'd been a friendly at the lab, one that knew her when she'd been playing lab assistant almost a year ago. who knew this would be their reunion, amongst the smell of rot, and death. "are you BITTEN?" her voice called out, sharp. who could blame her? she'd spent the last 3 days watching what happened either within moments, or hours to a person. but the moment she could tell he was fine... "oh, thank god." it's maybe a little emotional, but after everything she'd seen? perhaps she could be forgiven for the hug she gives him, exhaling in a moment where she had to admit she felt relief.
๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Carlos had been evacuating, directing, and just trying to survive the hell that he was thrown into, but this wasn't the worst thing in the world. Thankfully, with all he learned and trained for, taking down the undead was a cake walk. There were even moments when Tyrell told him to stop fucking around and focus. However, Carlos had always been the type to find the silver lining within the clouds, even if it was fucked up during the circumstances. What bothered him at first was shooting cops that were zombies, but it was better to put them to rest in case there were survivors who were holed up and hiding. It was better to stay hidden for the time being until people like him could escort the survivors back to the subway station, as his platoon leader, Mikhail, gave further instructions.ย
So far, Carlos has been able to get a few people to safety. Now there was just a final sweep of the police station until he was given reason to return. Tyrell had left to cover more areas, and even if there was the lingering anxiety that Tyrell would have been hurt, he had to buck up and keep it moving. Be a shark or somethin' like that. Move forward and proceed with the mission.ย
As he went through the halls, he swept the areas, gun drawn and ready, and if a zombie got too close, nothing like a good haymaker couldn't fix. As he turned the corner, he heard a voice, not a growl or a groan, a voice that sounded familiar. When Carlos turned, he released a breath of relief before making his way closer to the woman.ย
โ Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. โ Carlos chuckled as he looked down at Ada Wong, even with all the sweat, to his perception, not a single hair was out of place. When Ada went to embrace him, he made an exaggerated grunt before slowly wrapping his arms around her and giving her a gentle squeeze, just to reassure her that he was real and he wasn't going to turn on her. Pulling back from her slight, arms still wrapped around her, but loosely, his warm smile remained.ย
โ How you holdin' up? โ Carlos asked softly before finally releasing her and taking a small step back. As much as he enjoyed the hug (God knew it was needed), now wasn't the time to get all in their feelings. Who knew what would stumble aroun the corner and be ready to attack. โ If I knew you were here, I would have made a coffee run, yknow just like the old days. โย
continued from here | jill valentine & ada wong of @redemptioninterlude
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. She had spent her time writing letters and emails to ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ and catching him up on everything post-outbreak. She was still doing her detective work, figuring out who hired Nikolai to do everything he had done in Raccoon City, but she did remember to at least take a break. However, never did she think she'd end up in New York City. It was nice here; the coffee could have been better, but being able to be Jill instead of an S.T.A.R.S member or affiliated with the RPD was nice, and being able to fall asleep the sounds of the city was almost soothing. Of course, she detailed all her adventures in letters and emails, and was even able to get Chris Redfield to help her move in until they went their own ways.ย
Chris was still hellbent on finding Wesker, and Jill mourned the man who was her captain. She admired him, even respected him, but ever since the Arklay mountains, she had her guard up. Hell, she even ripped a Carlos a new one until his actions proved that she could trust him. He did save her after all.ย
Making her way to the rooftop, Jill was going to sit on the edge, enjoy a bottle of wine, take it to the head, and think about her next steps. However, upon seeing a woman in red, a woman she had never seen before, a faint crimson dusted her cheeks. She's pretty. Jill thought to herself before making her way closer and keeping a respectful distance. The two conversed, and Jill chuckled when the woman took the bottle to her lips and sipped.ย
Being able to talk to someone about moving out to a new city was nice, refreshing, almost. Deciding to lean against the edge, Jill recieved the bottle from the woman in red and took a sip. When she asked if Jill smoked, she replied, โ Not normally, but if you don't mind me bumming one of yours, that'd be great. โ
Truth be told, Jill used to be a smoker, mainly when she had twenty-four hour duty back in Active Duty service. Those nights staying up all hours, a cigarette was nice first thing in the morning before she recovered for the next twenty-four hours.ย
โ So, have you hit any of the tourist traps? โ Jill asked, looking out in the city. โ I'm kinda interested in seeing the George Washington Bridge, and the Museum of Natural History. โ
Writer's Note: This will most likely be explained when I write HUNK's character info, but he is gripping me by the neck and telling me to write a headcanon post about him and Tofu that's written by @p-sychomachy, because I love their plotted meme dynamic.ย
During the events of Raccoon City Outbreak, Michael โHUNKโ Avery came across a sentient block of Tofu. When Michael was in enroute to the surface, he met Tofu in the sewers.ย
When escaping RC, Hunk decided to make Tofu his roommate. No one knows about Tofu outside of Horangi ( @shadowtaegeuk ), Dusanka ( @v-jestica/ later in events of RE9 ), Danny Johnson ( @l-ethiferous ) and Sloane Blackwood ( @wcrldcfvtlvs )
Hunk is very protective of Tofu and views Tofu as his friend, a very close and arguably best friend.ย
He doesn't get close to teammates, since most of them always end up dying, so having Tofu in his life is almost a blessing, and the fact that he can go back home to Tofu and talk to it about missions and actually vent helps Hunk work through trauma. Of course, Hunk does actually go to therapy, but he enjoys talking with Tofu.ย
If someone is to meet Tofu and if they even think about or look at Tofu like they're about to eat it, Hunk has no issues aiming his gun at them. No one is allowed to make Tofu in their breakfast, lunch, or dinner.ย
When Hunk goes on missions, he asks Danny and Sloane to watch Tofu since he gets worried that Tofu will be alone for too long.ย
For the events of Requiem, the reason why Hunk's body disappears if Leon goes back to see if he's there it's because Tofu dragged Hunk's body out of the room and took him to Dusanka in hopes of saving him (there is a reason why Hunk survives, but I'll get into it later for his info).ย
As a fun decompressing activity, Hunk enjoys watching reality TV with Tofu, even if he has no idea if Tofu is actually watching. Hunk just likes the quality time where he can be just Michael before he's needed for another mission.ย
If Hunk ever gets into a committed relationship that involves a wife and later kids, he's taking Tofu with him. He owes Tofu his life, and he will never abandon it.ย
continued from here | michael โhunkโ avery & tofu of @p-sychomachy
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐-๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. At least he was when he stopped to use first aid spray on his wounds. Michael โHUNKโ Avery had taken the time to catch his breath. EVAC would be here soon, and apparently, the kid on the other end of the line was hellbent on picking him up, no matter how many times he told him to move on.ย
This was the life that he signed up for, this was the job, this wasโฆwhat the fuck was that?ย
Behind the red-tinted lenses of his mask, Michael was confused. Instinctively, Michael's finger was off the trigger as he watched the block of food waddle and squeak? It's way through the filthy waters. He took a moment to see what the block of food had. Jill Valentine's hat and a revolver? It had hands? How? Then again, he had just come from Umbrella's underground labs, fighting his way to the top. There were the undead, plants that would instantly chomp his head if he didn't have so many knives or grenades on him. Then, there was the tyrant. Clearly, that fucking rookie must have gotten some headshots and fucked up the programming since the thing was chasing him as if they weren't on the same team. It was annoying, and now he was seeing a sentient block of Tofu waddling, and then it screamed.ย
โ HEY! WAIT! fuck. โ Michael cursed under his breath as he ran behind the block. However, the waters were thick, and he almost trippedโ โ โ โ โ โ โ over the corpse of an experiment gone wrong that emitted poison, and finally, Hunk managed to catch up.ย
โ Stop! โ Michael ordered before finally grabbing hold of the Tofu block. โ Are you hurt? Did you get bitten? โ It was often that he found survivors; typically, he was always the first one in, last one out. Michael examined the block, looking for any bites or scratches. Deciding to take off his mask so the thing could see he wasn't hungry, and in all honesty, Michael never actually liked Tofu as a meal, he sighed.ย
โ Listen, I don't know if you heard, but they just put out a broadcast saying how the city is about to be sterilized. But it's not safe here. โ Normally, Michael was used to just shooting the dead, any B.O.W.s, and avoiding survivors, but something in him didn't want the block of tofu to be part of the sterilization. And by the looks of it, if it managed to survive the literal horrors of Hell, then maybe he might have a chance after all.ย
โ I'm not gonna eat ya, but if you know a faster way out of here, I have EVAC coming to get me. โ He pauses. โ And I'll make sure no one eats you. โ
"you're safe. i promise. i'm right here." (claire for leon)
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ '๐๐' ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. Sometimes, Leon forgot where he was, at least until he saw Claire beside him or felt her hand on his chest. He was certain that she could feel how fast his heart was beating, feel the sweat beneath his shirt, and see the panic in his eyes. His blue eyes met her own.ย
Instinctively, he placed his hand on hers, just to feel if she was really there. This nightmare was about Raccoon City, except it was about Claire turning into a zombie herself. That was always a big fear of his. Never being able to save someone, never being able to be there for someone when they needed it. And if he was completely honest, he had been anxious the entire time they had been separated. Every corner of the RPD he took, he was terrified of seeing Claire deceased, like his fellow officers who had been attacked. And knowing that Claire was searching for her brother, it was almost like he felt responsible if she wasn't able to make it. However, he was grateful that she was able to after her return.ย
Sherry had been taken into government custody, and now Leon was Uncle Sam's Lap Dog. He didn't like it, he didn't enjoy it, and this was not the plan. Leon owed his life to the officer who found him in his childhood home in Boston. Hiding in a secret compartment that his mother, Bianca Kennedy-Marino, had hidden him in until the slaughter was over. Maybe it was because of his background, but instinct always told him never snitch. However, Claire was his best friend, even if it could have been perceived as odd that he had requested that Claire sleep in his bed until he fell asleep. Leon just didn't want to be alone at night, and the only person he felt comfortable with was Claire Redfield herself.ย
โ Sorry. โ Leon replied softly as he gave Claire's hand a firm squeeze before releasing it. She's real. She's not hurt. She's here.ย
His blonde hair strands were sticking to his forehead before he pushed them back and adjusted his position in bed. Bringing his knees up slightly as he sighed.ย
โ Do you mind if we stay up a bit and just talk? I don't think I should try sleeping again. Not until I've calmed down. โ
"i brought you a coffee, just the way you like it." (claire for chris)
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. Going back to old habits, he bought a pack of Newport Shorts, lighter from the gas station and took his time going to Claire's place just to be in her space. Maybe it was because he had been worried that Claire went out of her way to go to Raccoon City to find him, only deal with the bullshit on Rockford Island, and get up with his old captain, Albert Fucking Wesker; he nightmare about not being there for her when she needed him.
Sure, it was a known fact that Claire could handle herself, but she was still his baby sister. It was his job to protect her and be there for her. Even though she was well over legal age, he still looked at her like a little kid from time to time. The idea of losing her was too much to bear. He didn't admit it a lot, and no one knew it, but if anythingโ โ โ โ โ โ โ happened to her, the world was worth living in if she wasn't around.ย
Lying on Claire's couch, sometime around 0400, Chris had fallen asleep, only to be woken up again by the smell of coffee and the sound of Claire's voice. Bags were under his eyes, and his neck was stiff from sleeping in uncomfortable angles. One leg was up on the top of the couch, dangling off. He had learned from his Air Force days that you slept when you could no matter where you could. Adjusting his position, his hair messy from bedโฆwell couch-head, he stretched and made an obnoxious groan before sitting up straight. When presented with coffee, Chris reached out for the mug and held it in his hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.
โ Sweet Jesus, thank you. โ Chris replied, his voice rough with sleep as he blew against the liquid before taking a sip. Dramatically, he reclined back into the couch and sighed dreamily. โ Talk about taste of heaven. โ Taking another sip he quiet for a moment, letting the caffeine kick in and wake him up before speaking again.ย
โ Uh-oh, you sound up to no good. โ Chris chuckled before reaching out to gently ruffle Claire's head. However, he did reach out to pull her into a gentle embrace before squeezing her, adding a little shake just to tease her. There weren't a lot of people who got to see Chris's softer side. Well, aside from Jillโ โ โ โ โ โ โ and the rest of the surviving members of S.T.A.R.S, which was really only himself, Jill, Barry, and Rebecca. Typically, everyone else saw his polite or neutral side. But with Claire, he got to be himself; he didn't have to be strong or straight-edge all the time. He could just be Christopher.ย
โ Love ya too, Claire Bear. โ Chris smiled down at his sister before adjusting her signature slightly. โ So, now that I have ya here. I have a question, and don't go making fun of me. โ He pauses for dramatic effect.ย
โ What do you know about skin care? โ Part of the reason why he wanted to get into it was that it was about damn time he actually practiced self-care. He did his best to stop smoking, and drinking was here to stay within reason, but he wanted to look more presentable. Besides, there was something satisfying about washing your face or just taking care of yourself after long missions and doing a whole reset. However, there was a time Chris went to the store and was overwhelmed by all the products, let alone doing some research on the steps on how to do it properly.ย
Part of him wanted to just get a 3-in-1 and call it a fucking day, but with his past behind him (for now), Chris wanted to enjoy the downtime before another mission needed his attention. โ Being honest, I was tempted to get a three-in-one and call it a day, but then I remembered, oh yeah, I have a little sister, maybe she knows a thing or two. โ Besides, Chris didn't want to bother Jill at the time, even if she was just a phone call away.ย
repost of a meme by moonpiehelps: mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! โกย
( ๐๐๐ ) ; one muse rubs the otherโs back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.
(ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other whoโs about to throw up.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesnโt have to be alone.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them.ย
( ๐๐๐ ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.
( ๐๐๐ ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt.ย
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after theyโve withdrawn from everyone.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse takes care of the other while theyโre sick.
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse holds the otherโs hand while theyโre in pain or panicking.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.
( ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury theyโve been trying to hide thatโs beginning to worry them.
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while theyโre crying.
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while theyโre scared.
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse shows up at the otherโs doorstep in tears.
( ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ย ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure theyโre taken care of.
( ๐ ๐๐๐ย ) ; one muse takes the otherโs face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them.ย
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who wonโt let them in.
( ๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesnโt hurt themselves.
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐ย ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how )ย
( ๐๐๐ ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the otherโs injury.
( ๐๐๐๐ ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience.ย
( ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing.ย
( ๐ ๐๐๐ ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.
( ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ) ; one muse takes the other to a calm area where they feel more comfortable opening up.
