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[madeholyy]

yeah im definitely gonna branch out and write fics for different fandoms along with my RE fics

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i miss the tumblr rp scene so bad like from the looks of it it seems like its basically dead which sucks bc i would love to rp on here again

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concept art and render of leon kennedy in re: death island blu-ray art gallery ???!!!

sososo beautiful, handsome, pretty, elegant, breathtaking, gorgeous, attractive, charming, heavenly, stunning, exquisite, cute, magnificent, divine, flawless, perfect, desirable, seductive, striking, eye catching, out of this world, good-looking, pleasing, alluring, majestic

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i’m on vacation i wonder what i can pump out before i go back to work next week

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i need to watch the new RE movie and then write something absolutely heartbreaking

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wondering if i should expand my writing horizons and also make a master list so it’s easier to navigate my fics

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Wolfsena / sue zhao

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”Looking for something?" -ADA WONG

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i know im capable of writing smut but its literally in my blood to wax poetics about bittersweet soft leon/reader

[madeholyy]

If your requests are still open, would you mind doing a little scenario of Leon and reader being two agents that have been together for awhile and just that dynamic? I'd love to see how you write that

Oh man...I LOVE THIS!!! I definitely imagine ID!Leon or re6 Leon here.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yep."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you positive?"

You glared at Leon for a moment. "How many times are you going to ask me that?" If he was going to push your buttons this early in the morning, you would've preferred if you had a coffee in your hand. Then at least you could be creative with your jabs.

He shrugged, a tired but amused look in his eyes. "Until I know for sure you're actually ready."

"I am!"

"Okay, but the last time I asked you this chain of questions, you had forgotten your pistol by the front door."

"It's on my hip, dad. I'm not that forgetful anymore."

Leon gave you a funny look, blue eyes scanning you just in case. "That was last week, baby."

"Fuck off, I got everything." You shuffled past him to make your way to the front door, duffel bag in one hand, handbag in the other.

Leon called your name and you sighed. "Yes, dear?"

"You forgot your glasses."

With a huff of anger you pressed heavy footsteps across the room to grab at the said item that was conventionally on the kitchen counter. "Anything else?" You asked, irritated.

"Well, you also forgot to kiss me good morning, but that's optional I suppose." Leon held a feign look of hurt. Shaking your head, you grabbed his shirt collar to plant a kiss on his lips.

"There. Now you owe me coffee."

"Fine."

You passed by him again, attempting to ignore the look of adoration on his face. "Oh yeah," you called to him.

Leon hummed in acknowledgement, following close behind you. "If we're late for work, I'm blaming you."

"Not my fault you keep forgetting everything, sweetheart."

"I think about everything at once, alright? My mind is a cease pool."

"I'd say."

You glared at him again, prompting him to chuckle. "Asshole."

"I love you too."

Before he could plop himself in the driver's seat, you stole it from him. "I'll drive today."

Leon sighed, you were always assertive. He couldn't argue with you even if he tried, and he had tried before. "Something wrong with my driving?"

You gave him a nervous grin, not elaborating. "Just let me drive."

You heard incoherent grumbles before watching the passenger's side door open. "Everyone insists I'm a reckless driver but I don't see it."

"Do you not remember what happened to your bike?"

"That was an accident, and you know it. You were there."

"I was there," you nodded, backing out of the driveway. "to watch you crash it."

"You're insufferable."

"Look who's talking." There wasn't any malice in your voice this time around. You couldn't hold back the smile anymore. He had a way of pushing your buttons, and you also poked at his, but that was the beauty of your relationship. You balanced each other out.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

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Tags: @uhlunaro , @madeholyy , @seraphiism , @universal-imagines , @unhealthy-leon-brainrot , @izuniias , @justonemore-fic , @leonskillshot , @honeyfict

[madeholyy]

you choke on your words, but you swallow them faster ; leon kennedy / reader

you had always been afraid of the dark

[ requited love, yearning, hurt/comfort]

You had always been afraid of the dark. Of how it swallowed everything whole like a starving wolf. Your mother always told you that Boogeyman didn’t exist, but he didn’t have to. They ask you how it feels to be so brave. It hurts, it hurts. Because you weren’t brave, it was a facade you wore like a prayer. What was a girl to a God? A sacrificial lamb, a beautiful martyr. He, ever so unkind, left you to rot in the dark each time it nipped at your heels like a herding dog. Your girlhood died where the moon’s illuminating stream of light met taunting shadow. Your place in the world was fragile at best and carnivorous at worst. Or perhaps that was your pessimism hanging off your shoulders worn like a cloak. Cynicism you kept locked away deep inside the barren cavity of your chest as if it was the only thing holding you together. Has fear made you a harsh critic? You had always been hungry for the mundane, the average; a sense of normalcy.

You wished to be ruthless like Persephone, but you were much too soft. The Underworld was not your home; you had lost that long ago. Your mother wove kindness into you and your father his tenderness.

But this wasn’t about the way you were enlaced with benignity to the marrow of your bone. It was about the way your thoughts consume you and steal from you. The way the ocean churned and crashed against the rocks below steep cliff sides.  And how you wished you bled ichor when God gutted you open from navel to throat like your intestines ached for breath. The lingering pieces of girlhood clinging to your person for life and finding none. You were the embodiment of tragedy crafted by human hands; a byproduct of what happens when someone takes what doesn’t belong to them. 

Leon was not unlike you. Perhaps that is what attracted you to him in the first place. He was tenderness veiled beneath bruises— oh, how vibrantly black and blue— not even time could heal. Your wounds sung a similar tune, fitting together like a puzzle. The current he pulled you in with was inescapable, but you hardly wanted to call for help from the shore. Especially not when those impeccable blue eyes held your gaze with such intensity. His stare beheld a harsh winter, but summer peeked out from behind dark pupils with all the warmth it could carry. His reputation preceded him.

There was a question constantly hanging off the tip of your tongue. Can I come home to you? It rattled against your teeth with its overwhelming presence. Especially the night Leon’s lips stood a mere inch from yours with his breath fanning over your face. His pupils blown and his eyes staring into yours as if you’d disappear if he blinked. A moment ago he almost lost you to the same God he abhorred with every fiber of his being and now you stood before him with the same gaze he was watching you with. Oh, how he ached. His fingertips itched to run them through your scalp and pull you closer. How could I ever say no to you? He would reply back if you ever so dared to finally ask him. But he merely stepped back and walked away as if he wasn’t about to take you whole. You forgot how to walk after.

 And you always thought he was invincible. Like nothing even divine could touch him because he would walk away with only a scratch. But you were mistaken. The dark tendrils dancing along underneath his skin in place of his veins frightened you; reminded you of his mortality. You had always been afraid of the dark, but what you should have been afraid of was losing him. And it hung heavy in the air throughout your mission. He was all flesh and bone and borrowed time. Leon was human and humans bled.

Now it was your turn to ache. It came to you like second nature, like breathing, like loving him. Would if you could reach your trembling hand into his chest and rip the parasite out from the depths of his ribcage. You’d hold it in your bloodied hand and squeeze until it bursts. But perhaps your anger was misplaced. It merely performed its duty based on instinct and survival with naught a word of influence spoken in its ear. It would not exist without the aid of another locating a host. The true catalyst was just beyond their grasp. This, however, did nothing to alleviate the anguish and resentment. They were already branded in your bones.

Then Leon would give you that look. The one that cushioned your heart like he was cradling it. It would send a flutter of emotions in your chest with the intensity of his stare. Your face would soften, the hardened expression relaxing into exhaustion and worry. The way you looked back at him threatened to crush his guarded exterior. He would reach over, slow like you were a frightened animal, and gently caress your supple cheek with a gloved hand. Then the dam broke. The tears overflowing from grieving eyes, the struggle to contain the oncoming tidal wave. His hand, his glove. His everyday scent was replaced with something deeply earthy, deeply dreadful. Your own hands cup the one holding your cheek with a gentleness you’d seen in small doses, tiny peeks like morning sunlight through curtains. There was no exchange of words and no need to. These hesitant touches you both partook in said more than mere verbalization ever could.

There was always a lingering wish to be more than this. An unspoken pleading that bounced between your longful gazes. But for now you’d settle for the smaller moments shared in times of reprieve.

When he did speak, his tone was unfamiliar. A warmth blossomed in the hollows of her chest.

“I know.” And he did. He always did. Confirming it was just his way of keeping those three words at bay when they threatened to spill from your swollen lips. Leon didn’t want to hear them because he knew if he did he would give in and he wasn’t good enough for you. You shook your head and inhaled a shaky breath. Leon bit the inside of his cheek and leaned forward only to rest his forehead against yours. You couldn’t have him. He wouldn’t let you. No, Leon was war torn and splintering at the edges. He was meant to be swallowed by the sun, meant to be incinerated to mere ashes. His life was not his own.

The next time you found yourself shadowed in darkness, you felt empty. The unknown lurking beyond your field of vision around castle walls did not chill your nerves. Nor did they cause the hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. You were alone, but you discovered a fear greater than the one before. And it scared you even more.

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ASHLEY GRAHAM ➸ ‘ROMANTIC’ COSTUME

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he found two random lost puppies and doesn’t want to let go. ashley finds them cute too 🌱

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IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING 

❝  you need someone.  let me be that person.  let me be what you need.  ❞

❝  look,  i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now.  but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.  ❞

❝  i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there.  ❞

❝  you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again.  ❞

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞

❝  i used to have so much faith.  maybe not in deities or something but,  in the world.  the universe.  i believed their was a purpose to it all.  i’m not sure when i lost that.  ❞

❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞

❝  sometimes,  i just need the world to be beautiful.  i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes.  ❞

❝  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ❞

❝  people need someone to see them for what they are and not just see it but accept it.  i want to be that person for anyone i can…but it can be so suffocating to be that person and also remain unseen.  ❞

❝  sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be.  ❞

❝  you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me.  do you know how that feels?  just see me.  please.  ❞

❝  i want to deserve you.  i’m trying to deserve you.  ❞

❝  i know i fucked up.  i know i did but don’t shut me out anymore.  let me in.  please let in.  ❞

❝  every time you smile at me,  i memorize it.  i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you.  no matter what happens between us,  that’s what i’ll remember.   ❞

❝  i can’t help but think there’s got to be something out there for me,  somewhere.  just some place where i actually feel like i belong.  ❞ 

❝  the world is so big.  why do i never feel like i fit into it?  ❞

❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞

❝  do you like me?  i know you love me.  i know you care about me but.  do you like who i am?  ❞

❝  i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.  ❞

❝  just take my hand and close your eyes.  pretend we’re anywhere else but here.  ❞

❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞

❝  do you even know what it does to me?  every time i see you cry,  any time you’re hurt even the smallest bit it just— do you realize how deeply you’ve imbedded yourself into my heart?  ❞

❝  i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore.  i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that.  you’re part of who i am now.  the most important piece of me.  ❞

❝  every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you.  ❞

❝  i’m only really living in the moments when we’re together.  the rest is just existing until you look at me again.  ❞

❝  it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you.  everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind,  pulling me towards you.  ❞

❝  you’ve got me in the palm of your hands.  you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all.  ❞

❝  i no longer know where i end and you begin.  you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly,  you’re all i feel anymore.  ❞

❝  you’ve stolen my heart,  the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.  ❞

❝  i don’t have perfect words.  i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit.  so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you.  i don’t know if you want me.  but i’m yours.  and at this point however it is you need me,  i’m here.  ❞

❝  you’re the only thing that matters anymore.  i can’t eat,  i can’t sleep—  all the goddamn cliches from every stupid movie and song.  you’re all i think about.  i’m useless except when i’m yours.  ❞

❝  i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh.  i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again.  ❞

❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

❝  just let me look at you for a little bit.  ❞

❝  i would do anything for you.  all my lines and rules.  they mean nothing when it comes to you.  it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy.  ❞

[madeholyy]

puppies

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dahlia stop using pierce the veil songs as one shot inspiration challenge

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wanted to do a lil bit of writing tonight but im so exhausted why was work so chaotic orz