how it feels to refer to men’s “pecs” as their tits
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@social-deception
how it feels to refer to men’s “pecs” as their tits
low ahh quality trend bc i was rushed
Jim Ward
May 19th 1959 - December 10th 2025
So incredibly saddened to learn that Jim Ward, Krauser's original voice actor passed away yesterday. I knew he had been sick and had retired, but this still felt incredibly sudden. Absolutely heartbreaking.
Thank you for everything.
writing is so addictive. Even when you hate it there’s no stopping. You can pause for a long time. But you will always come back. Once you start, you sell your soul to the writing devil and they never give it back
Leon's Chaotic First Day at Work ❤️
Ripen, Peaches ~
silent hill. doodles #61
*shakes drawing like a bag of cat treats to lure the 5 deacon/skizzo girlies in existence*
I USED TO HAVE HOOP DREAMS
Was really hoping to get the final piece out for Metaltango week, but I didn't get done in time :C
@kreonweek
Day 6 - Gun Play.
When his check engine light lit up like the 4th of July, Leon knew he had to stop somewhere.
The Heat Wave Motel, the sign said, with a large stylized wave underneath. It was a relic of times past, a piece of mid-century Americana that beckoned him in. He could just imagine it in its prime, hosting its fair share of clean cut travelers, which was a sharp contrast to the disarray it found itself in now. It was dirty, derelict, and Leon honestly had to wonder what kind of people would stay in a rat’s nest like this voluntarily.
And yet, a chance encounter on that desert highway led Leon to the hottest night of his life.
Co-written, again, with my lovely @happyhammy ♡
@kreonweek
Day 5 - Tragedy.
Kreon Week Day 4: Ghost
@social-deception and I have been working on a fic for this prompt, but unfortunately, it's not quite ready. With any luck, we'll have more done soon-ish, but in the meantime, have a small preview.
In dreams, Leon always found himself stuck underground, in places that always seemed both strange and familiar. In those crumbling hallways and cavernous rooms, he’d encounter all those he’d failed to save.
They’d all appear to him, bloody, their bodies twisted, hands reaching out for him to take, begging him to save them.
Leon had gotten desensitized to the dreams, shaking out of them in the morning like shrugging out of his clothes at the end of the day. There was no closure in those dreams. No way to chase away the ghosts.
But some lingered.
Krauser would come to him in dreams as well.
Silently he’d appear behind Leon in mirrors, distorted, face bloodied and broken. Mutated, like he’d been in Spain, his arm twisted into blades.
“Leon,” he’d rasp. “Leon.”
Leon would try not to look at him, try not to listen to the words that would inevitably follow, but somehow he always did.
“You can’t save her.” Krauser’s ruined chest would heave uselessly. “You can’t save anyone.”
Leon would shut his eyes, press his hands to his ears, but he could never drown out Krauser’s voice, thick as if his mouth was filled with dirt. His voice would always break through every attempt to keep him out. “Least of all me.”
Metal Tango/Kreon week day 4: Legacy
I settle for a ghost I never knew