achilles the sad burrito

at the end of the world or the last thing i see you are never coming home never coming home could i? should i? (20s)

[sangwooooh]

What if you happen to kill an ant and the ant leaves discrete trails of formic acid or trail pheromones so that The Clan can bring vengeance

And you never see it coming

“My death might be meaningless to you. But yours won’t be to us.”

[phaisun]

𐔌 my favourite ships have been called everything from "mlm and wlw solidarity" to "hetslop" to "erasing rep" (with no characters sexuality confirmed) to "that's a lesbian and a gay man" ﹒ ୨୧

[sangwooooh]

and it’s fictional characters too like 🤭

[macbethz]

Well I like it but it’s not very well written. Also it’s a visual mess. The plot doesnt make any sense and the creators suck and its politics oscillate from mildly problematic to frankly baffling. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. However. the character

[sangwooooh]

I have 32 drafts

What am I doing with them? Um nothing, they just sit there and keep me company, really good listeners

(I’m not taking the docs drafts into consideration because those have risen to concerning numbers)

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

I may do other characters but for now just robby.

Thinking about sex injuries and robby comes in to work and his mobility is v limited and he keeps rubbing at his back. He tells everyone who asks that he was moving some stuff on his day off and just pulled it. Only him and dennis know the injury was from dennis sucking his dick so good Robby’s back arched way too much and he fucked it up. Dennis tried to make it better w a massage after, but it would be a few days until he was back to normal

[drenched-in-sunlight]

all the love songs this world has to offer

certainly, not a single one is written for me.

[nobody-fromweb]

Ehyy i've created Karl Heisenberg and Ethan Winters in Tomodachi life and guess what, Karl REALLY likes Ethan. Also, yeah, if you wonder whats on Ethan's face, its mold

[sangwooooh]

“Stop finding excuses for all the things you do to yourself and then to others.”

“They’re not excuses! I— I can’t— I don’t know what to do with it! With this gnawing thing!”

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[quackysprouts]

zombie-leon and sherry have a “conversation” while waiting for claire to come back. they’re not too good with stealth…

leon has ZERO brain-capacity but the urge to protect sherry is very intact. this is why they can be left alone

[suspiciouscrispybacon]

aftershave

[sangwooooh]

Why do houses have to make random noises? I am not going to check it out, ok? You needy—

[rabid-transcendentalist]

[lovekawhy]

[vengeancetrilogywallpaper]

hey guys! team building exercise tomorrow MARCH 15 at the senate session. and don't forget to bring your knives can-do attitude!

[valtsv]

i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this

[amazoogle]

[kvothbloodless]

Hey. Hey!

[sangwooooh]

Blind date?

Leon S. Kennedy x Male!reader (who is Ethan Winters’ brother)

“And you are?”

“Leon.”

“Just Leon?”

“Just Leon.”

You snort. “Oh come on, I just gave you my entire past week’s chain of minor disasters, you gotta give me more.”

Leon smiles. “That’s classified, sorry.” He plays with the half empty glass in his hand.

You roll your eyes. “Ha ha.” You down the rest of your own drink. “Thanks for the drink. And the now probably bleeding ears.”

Leon shakes his head. “You looked like you needed it.”

You shrug.

“So what are you going to do about that blind date thing?”

You laugh. “You’re kidding, right? I’m not going! Ethan can shove it! I don’t trust him with that.”

Leon places his chin in his palm. He’s beautiful in this light. You feel your cheeks heat a bit. You hope it’s not too obvious.

“Maybe you should.” Leon winks. You think you imagine it. Yep, you definitely imagined it.

You laugh awkwardly, softly. “Yeah, right.”

“Say (Name), aren’t you just a little bit curious who that guy might be?”

You hum, lose yourself in Leon’s eyes as he speaks your name. His voice… or something like that.

“I don’t— I don’t know… I—“

Leon straightens in his chair. The chair creaks under his weight. “You never know, just saying.”

He taps your shoulder twice. You wish his hand lingered more as he pulls away from the touch, not even two seconds in. Your eyes flicker to his hand, and then to his eyes once more. Those eyes. Damn them, you think. You just met this guy. Or don’t, please don’t damn them.

He leaves the money for both your drinks on the counter.

And then he smirks at you. He smirks. You’re embarrassed about how your heart flutters just like that.

And then he’s gone. Walks out of the bar, putting his leather jacket back on. You don’t know how, but you think his walk is just as lonely as the rest of him. Like he expects nobody to follow.

Wow, what a guy. You shake your head, but it’s still there, still real, the image of him.

Maybe you’ll go to that blind date after all.

And if it goes badly? You’ll come here again and hope you’ll meet your handsome, lonely stranger again.

Of course, you aren’t aware that your brother asked his coworker to go on a blind date with his recently heartbroken brother. And that said coworker has such trust issues that he did a personal background check on you.