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💭 (for leon)

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 💭  𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝚨 𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝚮𝚨𝐒 𝚮𝚨𝐃 𝚨𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

He is a shelled sea creature. Hard. Bristling. Guarded. But... there is a softness beneath. Vulnerable. I wish to prise the jaws wide and take the pearl within for myself.

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plots please! (For Leon, so I can bug you more)

send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!

Leon's time within the village seems to have reinvigorated some dormant virus within him. The dollmaker offers a solution. Take a piece of her Cadou or become a puppet to las plagas?

Leon has been sent to aid Chris in dispatching the four lords, Miranda and the megamycete. His first target, Beneviento, proves to be far more capable than she appears and her home becomes the familiar stench of the raccoon city police department.

Similar to 2 except that when Leon arrives, Donna is an emotional wreck. Something is wrong with her Cadou and Angie has died. Now a broken vessel, will Leon show the Lord mercy or use her grief as a weapon toward Miranda?

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❀ (For Leon)

Put a  ❀ in my inbox and I’ll give your muse an unpleasant trip from Donna’s garden // accepting !!

A strange sourness hit Leon’s nose as he stalked through the doll haunted woods, his breath frosting in the cold air. It was a familiar scent. A faithful companion. Liquor? That’s impossible. His combing search of the forest outlying the Village had turned up nothing. No homesteads. No dwellings. Not even a foxhole that a mutant could squeeze into. Only dolls hanged like criminals from gnarled tree branches, their empty socketed eyes seeming to watch his every move. 

A sudden snap of twigs drew his attention and Leon whipped around to his left, whirlwind fast and weapon drawn. The smiling face that greeted him made his stomach drop.

“Leon! I have missed you so much.” Ashley Graham gushed, face split wide and eyes crinkled with a pearly tooth grin. She grasped white knuckled onto a tree trunk, free arm waving in delighted greeting. The shock of her tangerine sweater and plaid green skirt against the vast blanket of black and white made Leon’s eyes sting. Not so much as the pungent alcohol scent of her breath. 

“You... You can’t be real.” Leon choked, viciously rubbing away the fatigue from his eyes with the back of his hand. As if Ashley’s grinning form were a smudge one could wipe away from dirty glasses. 

“What are you talking about, silly?” She scoffed and gestured for him to approach with a languid flick of her wrist. “I’m as real as that fucking mountain of bodies you’ve left behind.” 

Her smile didn’t falter as her body began to disintegrate. Skin peeled off in the thinnest of layers and blown away in the wind like leaves on an autumn night. Leon scrambled forward, his weapon discarded, and clawed at Ashley’s silhouette, hands grappling at nothing but air. 

The shape scoffed, disgusted, and fizzled and popped like alcoholic fumes. 

“How can you live with yourself Leon?”