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I return!!! And I bring my version of Space Marine Husbandry, it interests me and I don't have much understanding so feel free to treat my stuff as it's own little thing! Feel free to ask me about my ocs, I promise I will get to your asks, just uh, be warned if it's art, I will take awhile due to being in a bit of a rut atm-
@polarspaz Kos Leon with his husband below the cut 🫡
Something was wrong with Leon. Well, something more than the obvious full body transformation he’d gone through while he’d been stuck… Chris honestly still didn’t know where. But Leon had been doing a little better everyday. Forming words didn’t seem to be as difficult as when he’d first dragged himself from the mystery pool of vanishing blood, and he’d been expressing himself a little more. He even started making the occasional joke again, which was a much bigger relief than Chris ever would have expected.
That made it all the more worrisome when Leon started shrinking back inside of himself again. He still clung to those around him; going too long without physical contact seemed to be distressing for Leon at best, and painful at worst. Despite that, he had almost entirely stopped talking.
It seemed to have started a couple of days prior. Chris first noticed it after the two of them finished a shower. It was something Chris apparently wasn’t allowed to do alone anymore, not that he was complaining. As he dried them both off, he noticed Leon staring at the floor. ‘Staring’ wasn’t quite the right word anymore since Leon no longer used what had replaced his eyes to see.
Everyone noticed pretty quickly that they could tell when Leon was focusing on something, though. It was difficult to describe, but Leon would go still and something about the air would change. Sometimes, it would manage to draw the attention of those around Leon to whatever he was looking at.
As Leon focused, the room felt colder. The tentacles he had wrapped around Chris started to go a bit slack. A feeling began pressing into Chris’ body like a physical thing. It wasn’t his own, but he could feel it as if it were. The emotion was impossible to describe, thought the closest word would probably have been ‘hollow.’
“Leon?” Chris asked, “Penny for your thoughts?”
Leon didn’t move. Or speak. Or even indicate that he’d heard the words spoken to him. After a few more tries at getting Leon to talk to him, Chris gave up. Even before, Leon wasn’t one to talk unless he wanted to. He would have to wait for Leon to decide he was ready to communicate in his own time.
After getting them both dressed and placing a small kiss to Leon’s cheek, Chris sighed, “alright, I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk about it.”
They continued their day, falling into their new routine hand-in-hand. Or really, tentacle-in-hand, but Chris didn’t care. Leon was still there, and that was the only thing that mattered. Unfortunately, things didn’t get better. The silence continued even after Sherry stopped by for a visit; something that normally had Leon smiling and engaging more. Despite her gentle efforts, she couldn’t pry what was wrong from Leon either.
The next day came, and half of it went. It was when Chris was bringing Leon a bowl of broth that he felt Leon focus intently on something. At first, he thought Leon was just hungry and focusing on the bowl, but the focus stayed on Chris’ hands after he set it down. No, his left hand, specifically.
Chris looked his hand over front and back, trying to figure out what Leon was seeing. It took him an embarrassing amount of time to realize it was the band around his ring finger.
“This?” he asked, holding up his left hand and pointing to the ring with his right. Cold. Hollow… Remorse? He was definitely on the right track.
Leon opened his mouth like he wanted to speak, but nothing came out. He dipped his head as if ashamed, and used his more human hand to hold the tentacles that had replaced his left. A small sad sound left him, and Chris finally understood.
This had all started when Chris pulled his ring out of the ultrasonic jewelry cleaner, finally having rid it of the gunk simply washing his hands had missed. While Chris liked his ring, it was only an object. He wore it into the field, lost it in the couch cushions, and only cleaned it when he was certain the engraving on the inside must be full of some nasty bacteria.
Leon, on the other hand, treated his ring as something precious. In stark contrast to Chris, Leon kept his ring secure in a pouch while in the field, never once lost it, and kept it on a rigid cleaning schedule. It took Chris an embarrassingly long time to understand it, but for Leon, the ring was proof of something he spent too many years believing he could never have. A constant reminder that he had something to look forward to, the comfort of someone to go home to, and the promise he wasn’t alone anymore.
The ring was something Leon needed badly, and — once he figured it out — Chris wished he’d worked up the nerve to give it to him much sooner.
“It’s okay Baby, I have it in the bedroom,” Chris soothed, “want me to go get it?”
Unsurprisingly, Chris had located the ring in what Leon must have determined to be the safest pocket for it in the strange clothes he’d been wearing when he fought his way home. Ever since, Chris had been keeping it in the drawer of his night stand, waiting for whenever Leon asked for it back.
The air went frigid as Leon cried, “caaaaaaannnnnn’t,” while holding up his left arm to show its lack of fingers.
“Don’t worry, I have an idea.” Instead of slowly leading a stumbling Leon to their bedroom as he normally would, Chris opted to pick him up. If there was one thing he’d learned about Leon’s new form, it was that the more physical contact he had with someone the calmer he would be. It was the right move, Leon immediately seeking the comfort of having his new appendages wrapped around his husband.
Chris gently set Leon on their bed, waiting for a couple tentacles to adjust around his arm before he opened his night stand. It was not only the current home of Leon’s ring, but the long time home of his old dog tags from when he was in the air force. It felt like a lifetime ago at that point, but something had always told him to keep the tags. He hadn’t found a use for them, but they weren’t exactly something to just be thrown out. Now, it almost felt like fate, if Chris believed in such a thing. As if the tags had stayed with him, waiting for exactly this moment and purpose.
It only took a second to combine the two items, sliding the ring onto the chain. With a smile, Chris held the newly combined items up, one half of the open clasp in each hand. It wasn't anything particularly inventive or clever, but he was a little proud of it anyway.
Instead of reaching for his ring, Leon slid the tentacles off Chris' arm, and took their wedding picture from the nightstand.
“Nnnnoooooot hhhhiiiiiimmmmmm,” he moaned mournfully.
The smile faded from Chris’ face, but didn’t fully disappear. He sank onto the bed next to Leon, pressing up against him and looking over his shoulder at the small keepsake from what was the happiest day of their lives. A kind of happiness neither of them thought possible after 1998.
“You know, you weren't the person I married either five years ago, either.”
There was a subtle change in the air, but Chris didn’t wait to try to decipher it.
“The Leon I married was still afraid to need anyone, and somehow still thought I might leave. He would sneak out to sleep on the couch after I fell asleep, so he wouldn’t wake me up if he had a nightmare. He hid his injuries from me, and wouldn't let me help him with anything less than broken bones. He never asked for anything. Then, about five years ago, he started staying put at night, letting me take care of him after missions, and demanding my attention.”
If Leon could still blush, Chris knew the red would have reached his ears.
“And the Leon I married? He was different from the Leon I started dating. That one drank too much, and argued with just about everything I said.”
Another change in the air. Leon clearly had something to say about that.
“Let me guess,” Chris started with a dramatic — and entirely fake — sigh, “you only argued with everything I said because everything I said was wrong? Or maybe something about how you still argue with me all the time, I've just grown so used to it I don't notice it as much?”
The smallest of curves formed at the corners of Leon's lips, and Chris was pretty sure it made his heart skip a beat. It felt like the first several weeks after he'd finally worked up the courage to ask Leon out. When every smile felt like an accomplishment, and his reward for causing it each time was catching a glimpse of a Leon no one else was privy to.
Chris didn’t know it until his sister had spent days relentlessly hounding him for details of his time spent with his new love, but that was the version of Leon she’d first met in Raccoon City. She thought the bright eyed in 1998, but here it was, so many years later. It never disappeared, it had only been hidden by walls Leon had built to protect himself. Those walls were apparently standing again after Leon's transformation, but Chris would happily demolish them again.
“The point is, it doesn't matter. I've loved every Leon I've ever known, even if I didn't realize it at the time. I love this one, too, and I'd be happy to marry you all over again if you want me to prove it to you.”
That finally did it. Leon twisted his upper body and flopped over onto Chris’ chest. Head resting in the crook between Chris’ neck and shoulder, Leon lifted his tentacles away from his neck. Chris wrapped the chain around Leon’s neck, closing the clasp before sliding his hands down the length to gently guide the tags and rings to their new home on Leon’s chest.
The tentacles settled back down over Leon’s neck, and one carefully played with the ring. When the air shifted again, it was warm, filled with a feeling that was somehow both deep and light at the same time.
“Soup’s probably cold,” Chris stated after allowing Leon some time playing with his ring, “how about we go warm it up?” Apparently, Leon was feeling much better. Instead of standing, he latched onto Chris like a koala; a silent demand to be carried again.
Chris barked out a laugh, happy to oblige. It was all so… Leon. All of it. Getting this worked up over his ring, silently suffering all week, apologizing for something entirely out of his control… For all of they ways Leon had been changed, Chris reveled in the knowledge of the sheer amount of his husband that had remained the exactly same. He meant every word he’d said. He loves Leon.
YESSSS! THIS IS SO HEARTWARMING!!! OH my gosh! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND EVERYONE GO READ THIS! It's got so much fluff and it has such a tender and sweet moment with KosLeon and Chris! AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHHHH!!!!!! Again you nailed KosLeon's quirks and personality so well! I LOVE how Chris can sorta sense how Leon is feeling too, like Leon is projecting his emotions in a way to help communicate. (New headcanon accepted, btw-!) AGAIN, I ADORE THIS! Thank you SO MUCH FOR SHARING!
My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
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Her name is now Andromeda, after the constellation!
Stella will be renamed to Cassiopeia
Hello white tumblr user. In front of you is a post made by a Black person about their experiences with racism in a fandom you are a part of. Your challenge is to read the entire post without telling them they're making things up or making a big deal out of nothing. You also may not tell them they're wrong to tell people how to enjoy media or that they should focus on real world issues instead. If you fail this challenge the case of live hornets I have implanted in your sternum will unlock, allowing the hornets to sting your insides until you succumb to the venom. You have 60 seconds. Good luck.
oh my god I just saw the cutest thing in the world. little Black girl with beads in her hair for the first day of school and the beads were pink then silver then a bunch of yellow then beige then grey to make them look like pencils 🥺🥺🥺 brb I will draw an artist’s rendition
^ like this. waaaaaugh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Trump forgetting he sent the CIA on a false flag cyberattack campaign to justify the war and reflexively taking another swipe at Minnesota
the amount of lawsuits these exploited children are going to be filing 20 years from now is going to be crazy and im all for it
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content team? does she mean her kids? i hate mom creators already but oh my god
Babe, you okay? you reblogged “and we were nice to each other” like 12 times again
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this person can cast technomancy spells without moving a muscle
dexterity: 80
strength: 10
intellect: 100
charisma: 0
he can’t unsheath his eyes because direct eye contact would kill a person
jhsakjdfs I love this post so much that I had to draw this guy
‘redditors need to know this’, ‘twitterinas need to know that’… no. you need to know one thing and that is that you are not allowed to complain about werewolf fuckers. this is the werewolf fucking website. grow up and go fuck a werewolf.
What does this gif have to do with werewolves?
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can you explain? i don’t get it
This is like someone just informed the newcomers about the devils sacrament taking place every full moon and the devil itself popped up asking “what sacrament?” with a cheshire grin.
Just a small head up, nothing major, but I won't be able to draw until Saturday as the screen on my drawing tablet is starting to show some wear and tear on it. (scratches from the tablet pen) ಠ╭╮ಠ i just ordered a screen protector for it but it won't be in till Saturday and I don't wanna make the scratches even worse, so I'm gonna take a SMALL drawing break. (Hopefully I can resist the urge to draw until then. Rather spend 20$ on a screen protector than shell out another 200$ for a whole new tablet, if you catch my drift.) ╭( ๐_๐)╮
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beautiful like to reblog ratio on this
That's because people are reblogging it every time they see it. Like I'm doing right now lmao
the youtube notification of ''ooohh your video isn't starting up smoothly???? turn off your ad blocker you cunt <3'' is so pathetic to me bc it takes five seconds max. you think i can't wait five seconds? you think i need to give you money because five seconds is too long? i pity your wife.
