Bittersweet Indigo

24 and slowly decaying where I put all of my filthy ideas, welcome fellow degenerates

[jharrell]

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[sweetindigosky]

reblogging the theme i'm using!

[octaviaabadassblakee]

I need fat female characters in tv whose weight is inconsequential. It means nothing to the story.

She's fat and gets the guy and no one bats an eye.

She's fat and the hottest chick in the sorority and that's normal.

She's fat and an actress and she gets good roles.

She's fat and she's funny and she has character depth and growth.

She's fat and the main character and no one mentions her weight once.

I'm fat and my weight doesn't play a part in my day to day conversations, or plans, or friendships. Why can't I have that on tv?

[666chevy]

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[requiem01r]

[sweetindigosky]

just watched a re3r playthrough and now i'm sad carlos is only in one game. like damn, he really left us in a cold, cruel Carlos-less world fr

[vulpinesaint]

saying "question mark?" and "however comma," out loud are game changers. punctuation on the go. and it's always the funniest thing that anyone around you has ever heard

[nigelgraz]

Alive and back to spreading my rockstar Alucard agenda again

[frigid-shade]

greetings to all the hectorheads

[sweetindigosky]

Leon S. Kennedy sfw headcanons

Just wanted to practice writing again, so I figured bite-sized lil head canons would be cute ig. I had re4r version of him in mind, but any age would probably fit

Disclaimer: these are Leon x blackfem!reader, so keep that in mind before reading on.

Leon Kennedy who is, above all else, respectful, but curious towards your differences, even though they don't matter much to him in the end.

Leon Kennedy who, at the beginning of your relationship, carefully considers how to phrase questions he has about certain things in a way that isn’t negative (he would rather suffocate and die than be seen as insensitive or worse...racist).

Leon Kennedy who marvels every time you change your hairstyle, loving as your thick hair goes from a lace-front one week to a twist-out the next.

Leon Kennedy who, even after you tell him not to be using your hygiene products, 100% does anyway, loving how they smell and how they make him smell like you. Plus, you never seem to run low anyways, since he always buys more to replace what he uses.

Leon Kennedy who studies your wash day intensively, watching as your fingers move through your hair, scrubbing your scalp. He keenly takes note of how long you let deep conditioners sit, when you decide you need a hot oil treatment. Leon who admires how your hair shines and curls as you let it air dry.

Leon Kennedy who, good-naturedly offers his help when you do your hair, to which you have to stifle a laugh, seeing as he's had the same haircut the entire time you've known him.

Leon Kennedy who gladly foots the bill for your maintenance appointments: hair, nails, esthetics.

Leon Kennedy who, is in fact, invited to the cookout. Who is on his very best behavior, especially when your folks learn he works for the government (he's not the bad kind, he'll swear). Leon who very earnestly answers all the aunties' questions, who takes all the teasing from the uncles on the cheek. Leon who most definitely piles his plate high with food and would never, ever turn down a to-go plate.

Leon Kennedy who can't dance to save his life. The first few times you try to get him to, he moves like he has two left feet, but after a few tries, he'll be able to catch the beat at least.

Leon Kennedy whose ears turn red every time you use one of your many pet names for him, who feels the warmth and affection even if these names seemingly come out of left field (he doesn't question it). Leon who knows if you're using his actual name, you must be serious and that if you call him by his full name...yeah, he's cooked

Leon Kennedy who, above all else, loves everything that makes you who you are.

[justcrafting]

Love being reminded that Geralt is the character of all time. He’s a horse girl. He’s a girl dad. Before he went out on the path he gave himself 5 names to seem more like a knight but everyone bullied him about it so he settled for being called “of Rivia” even though he was not from Rivia and had only been there once after he’d become a Witcher. He’s constantly bullied by everyone around him because he’s an idiot. His two best friends are a bard and an elderly higher vampire who doesn’t drink human blood because the last time he did he got so drunk on it he flew directly into a building. He names every horse he owns Roach and always picks chestnut mares. He’s centuries old and didn’t know about periods until he got Ciri and he and the other Witchers got chewed out by a sorceress for not knowing what periods were

[sweetindigosky]

and what if I said there aren't enough leon kennedy x black reader fics on here? what then?

[untitled79]

re9 leon kennedy x blk! reader

hair-do's and hair-don'ts

leon can always confide in you for hair care | fluff & established relationship | my fellow black readers on tumblr wya | no hairstyle specified lol

(unrelated but leon looks good ASF IN THAT PHOTO 🤤🤤)

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“Leon! Have you seen my new conditioner—oh!” You started interrogating your husband before already receiving an answer.

He was perched over the bathroom sink, washing his hair fervently with a plethora of your beloved products. He made careful ministrations and deep scrubs like you’ve taught him.

“Hi,” he looked up, his brown hair falling flat as water cascaded down his face. The sight melted your heart at how unknowingly comical and adorable he could be.

“So, we stealing other people’s things now?” You started with a small smirk, then discretely hid a smile as you handed Leon a towel.

“What’s yours is mine, right?” He snaked his arm around your hip, “you know you can’t say no to me.”

“Stop lying. I think it’s the other way around,” you shook your head, while readjusting the towel on his head to be wrapped precisely. “Who would’ve thought you’d have a wash day. Time for a trim already?”

“Baby, I don’t think this shaggy look is for me,” his downturned lips pouted. “Mullets are not my thing.”

“I think it’s kinda cute. It could maybe suit you,” you kissed his jaw tenderly, then pulled away to rummage through your shared cabinets.

“It’s way too late to experiment,” he huffed while crossing his arms with a frown still present. The manner made his overall appearance very entertaining.

You tried not to laugh in front of him, turning back to the small compartments. Your hair care collection mainly took over all the space, from various combs and brushes, to detanglers, hair masks, waxes, and gels.

A lot came with your hair, but Leon loved the versatility of it all. You taught him new techniques for his own, maintaining his same style over the years. He kept his hair healthy and growing, but he couldn’t cut hair to save his life. There wasn’t just enough time to care, fortunately, you remained as his barber.

You found a pair of shears, comb, and hair oil to lead Leon from the bathroom to your bedroom. He had a distant look in his eyes, but a slight flush on his face as he looked at you. He never could understand how you stayed with him. You were so full of energy and love, while he felt tired and agitated relentlessly.

He thought you'd get bored and lonely when he was always on the go. But, you held a sickeningly high level of loyalty and respect. He swore to give you the same, for you gave him a reason to keep going.

“C’mere,” you murmured as you sat on the bed, prompting him to sit between your legs.

As Leon silently seated himself in your lap, he leaned back and looked at you with a small smile. He shrugged off the towel, allowing his brunette strands to stray in different directions.

Leon had fairly well maintained hair, but since you taught him new regimens, it had only strengthened over the years. With all the trial and errors, he stayed consistent with his signature look.

Even back when you first met him, all boyish grins and a beacon of hope, he was still rocking the same cut. It was one of the few things he still had control of in his life.

“How do I look?” He whispered, as you began to lightly douse his hair with the concoction. You massaged his scalp gently; the smallest ministrations making him relax in your hands.

“As gorgeous as ever,” you kissed his forehead, and took a comb to begin straightening his hair that stood up. “For someone who’s so stressed out all the time, you got a full head of hair still.”

“I’m just like that.”

“Boy, you are just blessed.”

“With you.”

“Where’s all this flattery from, Leon?” You chuckled, grabbing the hair clippers, angling his head correctly.

“Just making sure you don’t cut my head off,” he snorted, keeping still as you fixed his stance straightforwardly.

“You have little faith in me! To think I’ve done this for years,” you murmured in complete focus and determination.

You knew how short Leon liked some sections, and how layered he liked the other parts. This came with him over the years, understanding him to the rawest extent.

“I don’t trust anyone else, but you. I know that. You know that,” he whispered. It was true, he’s shown you so much that he could never feel unnerved or uncomfortable around you. He could let himself enjoy this stable relationship. He always has been.

“I do know,” a smile graced your lips at his words. You continued to cut methodically, using your fingers to hold areas in place and using the comb to keep each portion even.

It never took you longer than 30 minutes due to your precision. It was just simple quality time that Leon and you enjoyed having with one another. You both fell into a comfortable silence, understanding each other without verbalizing.

Leon could feel himself almost nodding away, but you kept him alert as you didn’t want his head to fall over.

“Sleepy?” You moved to the front of his scalp, carefully snipping the last of his new growth. He hummed softly, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

“I’m almost finishing up,” you combed his front bang, cropping it for one last touch-up and running your fingers through.

As usual, he looked stunning.

“All done,” you smoothed his hair back, combing once again. It was so soft and silky to touch, you marveled at how much his hair was tamed. Most men you’ve heard about would start developing receding hairlines or hair loss.

That would never be the case for Leon, however.

“I love you,” he turned to face you, on his knees as you were on the edge of the bed. He laid his head in your lap, running his hands down your thighs.

You cradled his head, fingers brushing on his stubbled chin. You flashed him a small grin, kneeling down to peck his lips. Your bonnet shifted a bit, obscuring your eyes.

Leon chuckled quietly, peering up to move it out your face, cupping your chin. He took the time to get a full view, losing himself in your eyes full of warmth and unspeakable volumes of adoration. He pressed his mouth to yours, to close the distance and move you both on the bed.

As you two broke the kiss, he laid himself flat on top of you, almost trapping you with his muscle mass. He relished in your presence; he was so happy to find refuge in you. Leon let himself melt into your soul and close his eyes.

He could breathe. He didn’t feel any tendrils of danger or pain. Nowhere around you.

“…..Leon.”

“Hm,” he grunted, staying motionless as he stayed sprawled out over you. He really had the nerve sometimes.

“Wanna get off me?” you squeezed his biceps as you wriggled under him. You pushed and tugged, despite him being dead weight essentially.

“Nah,” he caressed your cheek, cuddling into you further.

You could only roll your eyes, tangling yourself in his limbs.

Maybe you could stay like this, just for him.

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im so geeked, and i really love the way he looks in requiem. I LOVE OLDER MEN!!!!

[steprunt]

Man who is so so heavy handed and rough during sex but it's just because he's pussy whipped and love drunk that he doesn't even realise how much of his weight he's using.

[spaceboytoy]

Hello bisexual community

[spaceboytoy]

Begin killing

[tartrazeen]

[the-quasar-hero]

Haven’t heard any excitement about this over here.

[thesadtadpole]

Me when the obviously doomed character doesn't get a happy ending

[dunmertitty]

[soymilkcookie]

[chrollohearttags]

I love you nerdy black reader I love you ghetto black reader I love you country girl black reader I love you city girl black reader I love you virgin black reader I love you ho black reader I love you weed smoking black reader I love you straight edge black reader I love you black reader and you’re perfect regardless 🫶🏾