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Resident Evil: Project S.

Prologue: Look Above…

Would one be a fool to call upon the sky? To ask for fortune, a seer, a guide? Some call those who seek their fate in the constellations nothing more than fools, using astrology as another tool, just more idolization. But to those who looked for tellings of the future and stories of the past, they cling onto a future they hope would last. For throughout all the tragedy, sickness, and pain, what is the reason for humanity to feign? And as the creatures of the abyss seemed to be at odds with man, what savior comes in end of the plan? A vanquisher of evil or one who would kill a god?

#resident evil #fan stories #oc stuff

wearewatcher

how else are you supposed to channel the energies?!

vi0l3nt-d0g

more buffsey 😼

(if you saw me post this before, no you didnt :)

l-a-l-o-u

sending your friends terrible tumblr posts is a love language

rattlegeist

Small town bird with nowhere to go

moringmark

breadzasks

How do Snape and Harry sit on a sofa together?

In my What a Series! they don’t usually; Snape has his armchair so Harry gets reign of the sofa

But if Snape did deem to sit with Harry …

ladylazarus2000

Headcanon: Snape drove cars for the Ministry to make ends meet before becoming a full Professor (because it's one of the few jobs where the customer does not want to fucking talk to you) and maintains his Muggle driver's license

notice he gets increasingly pissed off but is standing a little straighter every time 💚

lynarttt

Comic based on my absolute fav Severitus fanfic “O Mine Enemy” by KirbyLane on AO3 ❤️💚

ashilyseven

snapesick

So I won a commission from @sanguithar and can ya just appreciate how cool it is. Highly recommended you go check out their art it’s so good.

moringmark

grimmzee

scruffy Ghost [Patreon-request]

softaestluv

And you really thought Simon would be a little mean during sex. He had to be a sadist after everything he’s been through.

So, when he’s between your parted thighs, you’re shocked when he speaks to you so softly. Quietly begging in your ear, cock pressed to the hilt, for you to be good for him.

And everytime you let out a whine, fingers tightening at his shoulders because he’s massive and you feel like you’re splitting in two with every thrust; he shushes you. ‘You can take it. Yes—yes you can.’

And when you clench tighter around him because the cadence of his voice licks warmth in your core, he smiles. ‘There you go, baby. Just like that.’