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personally, in my mind, the j word has a soft jawline and no chin. idk what it is, but this man has some insanely chinless energy

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My pookie made a blender trying to imitate Jimmy's >:3 face on the magnet, and I did the same thing but using my drawing program. What do you think? ✨✨✨

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adding onto this I saw a reiner (aot) fic where reader had the cringiest possible name for him and I just literally had to put my phone face down, stare wistfully out of my window and just go... "why?"

every single time I read a fic where they shorten Leon's name it makes me cringe SO HARD

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how dare I???? ME?? and yet you also hide behind the shield of the tags??? how dare YOU!!! :(

(btw I got so genuinely excited seeing somebody adding something to my post ilysm)(and I was also thinking ab how the reader insert could potentially mirror or be good friends with claire bc of what we know from the movies at least-)

meeting leon during the raccoon city incident and seeing him later on after a good twenty years has passed would be absolutely soul wrenching. every little thing you remembered about him, shifted and changed in ways words can't begin to describe. you remember his cleft chin, the softness of his jaw, but the light behind his eyes has dimmed. alive, yes. but changed.

twenty years later and he's still got the same hair cut...

mousy brown and flecks of grey, it still conforms to the shape you remember. strands darkened with age, shadows of that night two decades ago seeping into his skin. sticking to his follicles like a bad trip.

there's scars along his arms that weren't there before. a faded scar on his cheek just under his eye. rugged, aged. imperfect. jaded. his weapon drawn before words begin to form. so unlike the boy he was.

the sweet, a little naive, rookie cop who stopped to help you with your impromptu bandage, made from a tattered piece of fabric you'd ripped from the body of an undead. if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have made it out.

in those moments, leon acted as your rational mind, while the rest of your body acted on pure instinct and adrenaline. scavenging for things to use as a weapon, anything to stay hidden, anything to use to aid in your escape. keeping quiet the entire time. focused on survival.

he'd thought you'd been in this situation before! given how assured you seemed outwardly. moving with confidence behind rubble, between bodies. how determined you were to push through to the other side.

the years had treated you differently once you both went your separate ways.

where you found your solace in therapy, community work, being led down the path of morality over legality... leon couldn't get that.

you can't imagine what he's been through within those years. but whatever it has, it's altered him.

from his perspective? the years have mellowed you out. well, about as much as anything could.

he remembers you.

of course he does. the self assured, ready for anything punk you once were, is the way you've been cemented inside his brain. thinking of you on occasion throughout the years. passively. your face faded into the background of all the people he's seen, fought and killed. wondering how you'd ended up. would you still be around? would you still be as critical of his authority? the thought of seeing you again, with a few wrinkles on your messily painted face. crows feet beneath smudged liner... would your hair still be dyed those bright neon colors? it was amusing, as long as the fleeting thought would last.

but here you are... in front of him. aged like a fine wine.

the years kept you strong. kept you tough. radicalized by the kindness in your heart. motivated by your will to dissolve corruption. flecks of his past still caught in the reflection of your eyes.

forty-something years old, and you're still dyeing your hair. only a select few piercings missing from your face. dimples in your cheeks and on mirrored points below your bottom lip. you'd added more tattoos to your arms than you had twenty years ago.

he remembers that night. how he approached you with concern for your injury, your response immediate and defensive. reaching for a pipe you'd found on the street, ready to bludgeon him if he got too close.

now, the tables have turned, as leon stands with his gun aimed to your face, as you stand, stoic, with your hands empty by the side of your head.

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imagine running your hands through leon’s hair and he tells you to stop bc he doesn’t want you to uncover his balding ♡

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meeting leon during the raccoon city incident and seeing him later on after a good twenty years has passed would be absolutely soul wrenching. every little thing you remembered about him, shifted and changed in ways words can't begin to describe. you remember his cleft chin, the softness of his jaw, but the light behind his eyes has dimmed. alive, yes. but changed.

twenty years later and he's still got the same hair cut...

mousy brown and flecks of grey, it still conforms to the shape you remember. strands darkened with age, shadows of that night two decades ago seeping into his skin. sticking to his follicles like a bad trip.

there's scars along his arms that weren't there before. a faded scar on his cheek just under his eye. rugged, aged. imperfect. jaded. his weapon drawn before words begin to form. so unlike the boy he was.

the sweet, a little naive, rookie cop who stopped to help you with your impromptu bandage, made from a tattered piece of fabric you'd ripped from the body of an undead. if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have made it out.

in those moments, leon acted as your rational mind, while the rest of your body acted on pure instinct and adrenaline. scavenging for things to use as a weapon, anything to stay hidden, anything to use to aid in your escape. keeping quiet the entire time. focused on survival.

he'd thought you'd been in this situation before! given how assured you seemed outwardly. moving with confidence behind rubble, between bodies. how determined you were to push through to the other side.

the years had treated you differently once you both went your separate ways.

where you found your solace in therapy, community work, being led down the path of morality over legality... leon couldn't get that.

you can't imagine what he's been through within those years. but whatever it has, it's altered him.

from his perspective? the years have mellowed you out. well, about as much as anything could.

he remembers you.

of course he does. the self assured, ready for anything punk you once were, is the way you've been cemented inside his brain. thinking of you on occasion throughout the years. passively. your face faded into the background of all the people he's seen, fought and killed. wondering how you'd ended up. would you still be around? would you still be as critical of his authority? the thought of seeing you again, with a few wrinkles on your messily painted face. crows feet beneath smudged liner... would your hair still be dyed those bright neon colors? it was amusing, as long as the fleeting thought would last.

but here you are... in front of him. aged like a fine wine.

the years kept you strong. kept you tough. radicalized by the kindness in your heart. motivated by your will to dissolve corruption. flecks of his past still caught in the reflection of your eyes.

forty-something years old, and you're still dyeing your hair. only a select few piercings missing from your face. dimples in your cheeks and on mirrored points below your bottom lip. you'd added more tattoos to your arms than you had twenty years ago.

he remembers that night. how he approached you with concern for your injury, your response immediate and defensive. reaching for a pipe you'd found on the street, ready to bludgeon him if he got too close.

now, the tables have turned, as leon stands with his gun aimed to your face, as you stand, stoic, with your hands empty by the side of your head.

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listen..... I know we're sick of age gap leon fics.. but im literally in my early 20's........ and i need him. i need death island him.. maybe even infinite darkness him. ples

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men who want to try anal but won't push for it unless you bring it up

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absolutely heart breaking that the one piece of genuinely horny fic I wrote flopped so hard while the posts that have gotten the most attention are legit just half baked concepts

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frat boy eren is not accurate to his character at all lol… he’s canonically a loser haha

yeah? idk maybe it's just me but I kinda just see all frat guys as being massive losers who think they're all that and that's why I think it fits his character

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eren introducing his goth situationship to zeke and both of them realizing they're gonna start fighting over them

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my favourite fandom trope ever actually is frat boy eren I cannot stress enough how accurate to his character it really is and because I'm a ~whorrre~ I've been thinking about how he'd react being introduced to one of modern au, goth mikasa's friends

maybe they met her at a diy show, maybe out at the club when they're both glammed tf out, whatever it was they both bonded over their shared aesthetics and interest in alternative subcultures and they hang out enough for her to introduce them to eren and armin

and like, mikasa is goth right? but this guy (gender neutral) is like... GOTH. at least under the eyes of nerdy sweetheart armin and frat guy fuckboy eren. they've got the dyed black hair, messy black eyeliner, multiple silvery, spikey, beaded necklaces, hand painted band shirts, and a battle jacket they're constantly adding patches and pins and studs to-

Armin? low-key terrified.

Eren? scared, but also horny.

they open their mouth with a "Hey man, how's it goin'?" and he swears he could feel his heart just SEIZE! like their voice has this adorable smokey rasp to it and that smile they have to disarm people-

"C'mon dude, shake my hand," they'd say, extending a hand with chipped black nail polish. "I promise I don't bite... Especially not this soon into meeting someone."

man, fuck you...

the second they're gone erens asking when they're coming around next, locking himself in his bedroom and cranking his hog on the low

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while I'm thinking about leon and what his type is too, I'm also thinking about levi from aot and everything I remember from the 2018–2019 fandom and how people found some interview with isayama asking about Levi's "ideal woman" and he basically just said "nah bro, Levi's gay as shit homie and probably into Erwin"

like I distinctly remember hearing isayama saying that when Levi is in love with someone, he's the type to get flustered super easily and get really shy, and that his type is "taller people, and probably blondes" and that "I've never really seen Levi as somebody who is very interested in women" if my memory is serving me right

this all but confirms in my mind that Levi "Humanities Strongest Soldier" Ackerman is a bottom THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY BEHEAD TALK

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there's this fic concept I've been thinking of a lot n I rlly wanna hear your opinions on it-

so, I'm thinking reader insert (cus I'm a terrible writer) circa 2015 death island era. they meet leon very briefly under dire circumstances (i.e licker confrontation etc.) and there's a slow burn bond that forms between them. reader is transparent about what they're doing on Alcatraz and it just so happens to coincide with the main groups motive, mostly Leon's, with wanting to get at Blake Dylan the antag. but their reasons somewhat differ.

you see, reader is part of a leftist organization interested in targeting the upper classes notable for worker exploitation. under Leon's radar, reader is technically a national threat/terrorist. however for the time being, their goal is the same: stop the antag from attacking civilians. through their bonding, Leon recognizes the flaws inherent with the system itself that he upholds as a DSO agent, but also seriously considers how the hell he can get out of it, if at all.

the two of them brush aside differences, carry on, banter, feel the small glimpses of chemistry, confront antag, and get poisoned. Reader recognizes the hand work of both main antag and tony, which makes Leon remember "oh that's right, they're kind of a terrorist", which has him feeling a little betrayed, reader is like "okay yeah, that's understandable, but like THIS was not what I stood for!" Rebecca cures them, they lead into the final scene of the movie where by the time that happens, reader is gone. Leon is confused, and a little disappointed, defeats bad guy mcbad, business as usual.

the kicker comes in with a time skip!!

fast forward to the modern day (feels wild to say that ab 2025 and not 2015 but whatever). the DSO has been disbanded and shut down to merge in with the CIA, and Leon is either forcibly retired and depressed, or doing the CIA's bitch work unwillingly in a "why won't they just let me go" kind of way. every day he's realizing more and more the kind of work he's being made to do is no longer what he'd thought. instead of shutting down bioweapons now, he's technically aiding in their production, being sent on missions to seize cures and anti venoms to reverse symptoms and effects, exactly like Ada had been doing. And on his way to seize another cure production: there's reader again. Older, cynical, a further disdain for Leon's field of work... But Leon's like "damn that looks good on them" cus he's low-key pathetic.

the girls are fighting, reader is furious like "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DEFEAT THE SITHS NOT JOIN THEM" and Leon's just dodging attacks like "omg you're so fucking hot I can't even be mad..."

Sad moment where Leon's conflicted on what to do. Confides in reader about his whole backstory n everything, to which reader would point out "wait... if that girl they used to blackmail you into joining (Sherry) is both alive, an adult, and now working under them herself... why would they keep you?" which, they're rude for that but also so right. and Leon realizes that.

change of heart arc, Leon uses his status and experience with the US forces to bring them down on this one mission, shots fired, explosions go off, buildings collapse, and a lucky escape route is led by reader where the two of them board a flotilla to leftist organizations hang out.

All calls from the CIA and blocked by Leon himself, he tosses every piece of gear except what's necessary into the ocean, hoping to lead everyone into thinking he's dead. He can't work for the US government anymore, develops moral conflict, now views reader as his moral compass. they're an anchor to him reminding him of what should be important. community. that's why he wanted to be a cop back in the late 90's.

fast forward a few months, he's settled into his more anonymous, stealthy, leftist lifestyle as a technically illegal immigrant. backstory on the organization dates back to '98, just after the raccoon city outbreak. a small handful of people who survived the apocalypse and saw their home town get nuked by their government and erased from the map grew furious with this, and decided to get back at them, which of course lead to them digging. uncovering US propaganda, rediscovering what it means to live, rebuilding their morals and outlining what they're striving for. the whole thing is one big passion project by members coming and going over the last thirty years, a labour of love for several communities while being demonized throughout western media from whatever coverage they could gather. "how is this all funded?" by playing the capitalists game, getting high earning career paths in positions of power, funneling as much as they can into this place. "won't that eventually lead to corruption and exploitation within the ranks?" it's essentially a group of educated, righteously angry punks who have a zero tolerance policy for that. members suspected of exploitation are dismissed. that's what happened with DI Antag™.

the group is not exactly pacifist in nature, but their weapons and training are... not up to date by several decades. Leon gets the idea that "I could fund this place for better gear," but then remembers US Feds are looking for him and can't exactly bank exchange his DSO pension or inheritance from his dead family without it leading back to him.

whatever tho cus he's chilling with these leftists, building relationships with them on their base, falling for reader— wait hold up...

YEP!! SLOW BURN ROMANCE!!

"do I love them or is this because of trauma or whatever?" "is it even possible for me to have a relationship?" "am I even worthy of love?" WE MAKING THIS MAN QUESTION EVERYTHING.

I'm talking overanalyzing the fuck out of everything the two of them end up doing. they essentially living on a commune, so they all do chores together and have domestic duties through the work they end up doing. maybe there's even a live-in buddy situation? where everybody swaps around staying in the same living area as each other to encourage team building? and eventually it's Leon and reader? they have plenty of time alone together to figure out their intricacies, perchance? maybe reader insert has been crushing on Leon the entire time? (we definitely have been it will be written in) maybe even a "you fell first, he fell harder" trope?

perhaps the both of them are feeling the chemistry, flirting a little, getting flustered around each other, working up the courage to confess and then...

organization has to get moving again. it's fighting time baby!! the suspicious people they've been keeping tabs on have furthered their nefarious activities! it's all boots on the ground. they need people to gather more information. examine the situation. collectively develop a game plan. all work baby no time to fuck around with your beautiful androgynous pookie bear you've been lowkey oogling for the last year!!

something something, leon and reader start doing their "terroristic" duties of actually protecting civilians instead of the current 2025 orwelian idea of what "protection" is, Leon gets abducted cus he's a "weapon of the state" and "where have you been!! :( you disappeared and we couldn't exploit you :( guess we'll have to torture you for information about your little terror group" and angst cus homeboy going through it and it's sick nasty in a bad way but reader and their comrades save the day by fishing Leon out (eventually) and blowing up wherever Leon was being held.

they're still terrorists under the eyes of the US government, but in Leon's eyes, reader is perfect.

group evacuates the US and reader tends to Leon wounds which is wholesome and sweet and he just confesses right there.

and I'm not gonna outline anything else cus otherwise I might not ever actually get to it but like AAAAAAAAAAAAH I feel like I'm onto something here chat PLEASE

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THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IVE BEEN GETTING AT POOKIE OMGGGGG!!!!!!!!!

thank you holy shit I literally thought I was alone in this like that shit is so genuinely irritating- I will be screaming this until my fucking lungs collapse

GIVE THIS MAN A FUCKING GUARD DOG S/O WHO WOULD KILL FOR HIM AS HE WOULD FOR THEM

"naive!reader... younger!reader... hyperfeminine!reader..."

ENOUGH!!!!!

FUCK IT ALL!!! MAKE THE READER JADED AND GNC AND OLD AND MEAN!!!!!!

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every single time I read a fic where they shorten Leon's name it makes me cringe SO HARD