#raymon blackstone

[h3lian]

` So the idea here was done for his writing blog — but with the hc in mind he scribbles out people he meets faces? Had the idea Jayce would not be the best at drawing people’s faces at first. Rune / project designs and anything else detail oriented he's amazing with but people not so much. But I figure that changes over the years when he’s had more time to practice. ( was mostly an excuse to draw out people’s muses I’d write with at the time )

[nightlyvisitor]

ROMANTIC GESTURES / bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential / depends, strike out absolute negatives.

holding hands · buying / creating flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two the same straw · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · stargazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands · compliments · drawing them · self - made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight [ verbally / physically ] · joint bubble baths · dropping the l-bomb [ " i love you " ] · dedicating a song to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite [ of a meal ] Stolen from: @lordheis (hope you don't mind I yoink this for science👀🌟) Tagging: @heavenmcde, @seekschaos @ethoslost, @buriedabove, @ubcs, @darckcarnival and you:D

[h3lian]

Nothing more than a Chris Redfield art dump. This bastard has helped drag my art motivation back from the grave so if I can draw now I blame it on this bastard stealing my hyperfixation lately and helping me to have fun with art again after months of zilch. 💀

Chris Redfield Art Dump   . . .   ( 1/ ? )

[nightlyvisitor]

Reaching over, he can’t help the curious thought that spurs him to move, scratching gently along the waxy surface of a leaf wilting along the large feline’s head. Petals — or what he assumes to be petals, twitch at the contact, seemingly alive all in their own way, softly brushing at the side of his gloved hand. With a snort of laughter, he pokes at the nearest one — Well . . . Okay, more of a playful flick than anything. “ Hiya to you too, Dulce. ”

Touch. Something that used to be so natural and inviting, now has taken a more edged look, serrated by the unkind words and jabs he would get from the people in white coats. Some had a gentle touch, careful to not aggravate his state or send him into panic...while some couldn't wait to tear him apart. Of course some didn't speak to him, but it was clear in their eyes, in the ways they handled and pointed their tools that the mutant should have been dead long ago. Yet due to their "kindness" he was still here, alive and pocked by the many needles, odd colored chemicals and sap green blood, he was a curiosity to the science people...yet it meant that he was treated less than his "fellow" agents.

It's the gentle flick to one of his crimson petals that snaps the former sniper out of his inky consciousness, giving a curious croon at the man who lay comfortably against him. As soon as he hears the familiar nickname the silence is replaced with a deep reverberating noise echoing in the throat of the beast. It's not a dangerous nor an angry sound, but a deep calm one, almost akin to purring. His petals gently creep and tap curiously at the glowed hand in the same manner a octopus would, with cautious but light movements. Despite their fragile appearance, they are very telling of the other's mood wether he is calm or anxious, they were a good indicator. Right now though he felt safe, safe enough to not pin the taller male with his acidic green gaze, enough to be comfortable with light touch.

The petals continue their curious trail until they carefully wrap around the other's wrist, their hold so gentle that Jayce could easily tug away from them. As soon as they have "captured" his hand , the mutant leans forward gently nudging his face against the other's chest in a warm greeting, sending little reverberations from his constant "purring". Most times he associated Jayce to warmth, like the rays of sun that would warm the petals of a flower, Raymon welcomes the closeness, almost afraid to let go. "Sssuuun..ststooone..." An honest try to call the other back. A want to show his appreciation before those broken words are followed yet again by another gentle nudge against Talis. If he had to be honest he disliked his isolation...but if it meant that the people here could cure him, he could endure for a little bit longer, if only for the people he cared deeply. (("How was your day?")) His clawed hand carefully knocks against the metal surface wondering if something had excited Talis in his research or even something small that happened at the base.

[nightlyvisitor]

I would really like to explore the topic of fear and nightmares for Ray. moments in his early days (BSAA mainly ) where he freezes in fear cause of something from the mission like certain mutants or places.

[nightlyvisitor]

Memory Shard #3

Right. Brian told me about it. The S.T.A.R.S. members sometimes need to deal with situations outside of Raccoon City, even if said problem was far away from the edges of the city. It isn’t uncommon for the fire department to venture out into the emerald wilderness, in order to calm down any wildfires started by people or naturally from high heat. But this mission sounded...quite odd. 

I am grateful that Brian chooses to share stuff with me, maybe he knew I wouldn’t be quiet about this. Well, noisy or not I just wanted to know more. From what Irons had told him the alpha team hasn’t returned from their latest mission and it was important to find out about the possible cause....He didn’t clarify much, his speech was quite close to what me and Brian have heard over the news. Weird cases of people disappearing into the woods, some never to be found and others in crimson pieces. Not sure what to believe here, that some pack of rabies-infected animals are gutting poor people out? A cult or a bloodthirsty maniac trying to lure in people? 

The chief didn’t disclose any more information...maybe he wouldn’t want to spread panic amongst his men and the ones in our team. Fair I suppose...I just hope Chris can give me an answer when he comes back...

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How could this be?

He should be in town. I doubt those officers would lie to me, but some of them look tense...like they’ve seen a ghost. Come to think of it, I barely saw anyone out of S.T.A.R.S. I tried to tap more into matters but only managed to get  little of it. Even Chief Irons is prickly, refusing to listen to my questions and coming up with excuses to throw me out of his office. 

It doesn’t make any sense...Chris’ stuff is still here, but no sign of the man in question. He better have stayed safe... I-I don’t want to image a world where my friend is forgotten, a name in the many of those who ended up powerless and defeated in the heart of Arklay Mountains. But so many unsettling things have happened recently, even <REDACTED> has given me no sign for the last 2 months. Her work is very important and I understand that she needs to focus on their ‘big project’...I just hope this feeling of dread leaves me alone.

Chris if you are alive..then why are you not here? What’s keeping you away? Are you hurt? Come on you already know I would be on my way with a med kit. I would probably pack some complimentary snacks with me to make the process less painful. I was debating between smores and fudgy brownies, hmmm the complicated life of a man with a sweet tooth. But it’s not an injury easy to treat huh? I...I wish I could help, but I can’t if you are radio silent big bear.

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Maybe I have to lure you in with some chocolate chip cookies? Just like luring a bear with some sweet honey, right?:) 

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This city is starting to feel distorted like any minute something bad could happen. But I don’t want to worry Brian, so I’ll do my best to aid my help wherever I can. AND YOU MISTER! please stay safe for us, okay? You are still important to me us, never forget that...

[h3lian]

Gifted art I did a while back for a friend of their muse / oc.

[nightlyvisitor]

“Hey daddy I got you those files you asked about....Sorry daddy, I mean sir!”

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