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It's hard to fall in love with someone that's not a five star+

He's just a silly poet

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resident evil + most attractive accessories.

luis’ rings, how the sharp chill they bring settles on skin like ice, the engraved markings of those thick bands imprinted on his partners’ wrists, from where he’d been clutching them the night before in an act of consented force, unrivalled desperation. he twists them, often, spins them around about his knuckle, usually in an attempt to quell some anxiety, the primary giveaway to his biting self-doubt, that of which he aims to mask with a crude joke, that peculiar charm of his. he leaves them on the vanity, rings tinkling against the porcelain of some oyster-shaped dish gifted to him by a past lover, like hollow pearls against the ivory, as his eyes fall to the mirror, glancing over scars, rippled flesh and blemishes, forever debating the catalyst, trying to identify that horrid moment where it all crumbled.

ada’s boots, how the thigh-high leather teases the curve of her waist, accentuating that innately confident sway of her hips, that unwavering self-assurance, one that is not stifled nor hidden, more than aware of the beauty in her mere walk, that any would be a fool not to bow their heads in worship as she passes by. they draw the eye, tempted gazes rising from below to her torso, the rosy stain of her lips. she must confess that she admires them most when they’re laying on the carpet, discarded, haphazard, when she’s in the arms of some other (who could never compare, of course), drowning not in love but cold touch, partaking in an infatuation with no strings attached.

claire’s necklace, the way that it dangles, low, against her chest, beneath the soft dip of her clavicle, beside the delicate arch of her collarbone, the silver darkened, chain faintly tarnished. some might suppose that it is bound to her, reflecting her every movement, that grace that could only ever belong to the unreal, each action of hers whispering angel!, possessing some holy aura that, once recognised, is unescapable. and that necklace, that edged pendant, stresses the boundaries, provokes sin, all that contradicts her pure self, leaves any bystander dreaming of how it may feel to be the one to clasp that chain, to let their fingers dance at the nape of her neck as her breath catches in her throat.

leon’s gloves, how the tops of his fingertips dance across exposed inches of skin with the briefest glance, that dust of leather threatening his partners’ resistance to the secure heat of his touch, stoking desire. but it is the process of removing them that produces the greatest moment of intimacy — it is the act of softly taking his hands, ridding them of their worn guises to reveal tender palms, that establishes the connection. beneath those gloves lies dismissed hurt, bruised knuckles and marred skin, callouses, smothered warmth and sun lines, features which have the bearer of his affections enthralled, attentive fingers tracing each imperfection with murmured compliments, promises that hang, pleading, on the lobe of his ear.

jill’s s.t.a.r.s badge, how that scuffed gold mirrors the contents of her heart, her strength, that inherently bold nature that weaves its way into every relationship of hers, leaving others trailing in her wake, either on their knees for her attention or behind her as soldiers, willing pawns at her disposal. it hangs, loose, at the ridge of her hip, where the seam of her sleeveless shirt meets a thin line of bared skin. that badge is a nod to her authority, how she commands not only herself but her partner, making tender requests and awaiting their inevitable fulfilment of it for even she knows that none would dare to disobey her, not out of the fear of punishment but rather one of exclusion, the potential to miss that odd softness of her fingers.

carlos’ comms, how the cadences of his voice cut through the crackle of static and eventually break clear, answering the receiving end with some vaguely flirtatious remark, a cheap joke that typically has the responder nervous, internally debating whether or not he’s playing coy. it’s the way that he knows that the line is shared, that any assured compliment he passes through will be heard by the remainder of the crew (so that they know that the one he directs his focus to is his, untouched by any other, their throat marked by him alone). it’s the way that the device curves from his ear to the microphone at the base of his lower lip, drawing attention to how his mouth parts to issue orders, demands that most would be pleased to surrender their very lives for if only to hear him on the opposing line, with words of genuine praise and barely masked desire.

chris’ shirt, how it melds to the broad expanse of his chest, the planes, clinging to the thick muscle of his upper arms, a sight that would have any weak in their knees, spurring a vicious heat in their cheeks. as he stretches, hands moving to run across his scalp, typically in some instance of uncertainty, thoughtful, that same shirt seems to shrink, rising above his waist to expose what lay beneath — his midriff, the band of his pants, the slightest indication to what hides behind those stiff cargos. he catches some, often, eyeing him in those moments, trailing the v-shaped dip in his middle. and, while that does tend to set a blush along his skin, the faintest stain crawling along the arch of his neck, he almost always finds himself biting back the tease of a smile, the slight twitch of his lip, attempting to swallow his pride if only to save his gentle onlooker from the humiliation of a crush.

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

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obsessed with Her.

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DEAREST CHILD

dimitrescu family x platonic! gn reader

synopsis : though you’re human, the castle of dimitrescu and its remaining residents will always, always be your home.

“It’s for me!”

“Ugh, all of us know it’s for me, you brainless maniac!”

“You all are stupid, the flower crown is obviously for me!”

The bickering of the three infamously known daughters of Lady Dimitrescu could be filled the silence that once took over the garden as they fought over a precious flower crown.

In the middle of the argument was you who stood there sheepishly with the flower crown in hand, looking at all your siblings as they fought. You nervously eyed the flower crown as the three daughters continued to tug on it.

“I can just make a new one, guys, please.” You nervously said before the unthinkable (not really) happened.

The force tugged onto the flower crown was unfortunately too strong to the point where it ripped into three parts, petals of the flower scattering into the air as everyone stared at the now destroyed pieces, stunned. The three daughters eyed each other before looking at you nervously.

Before they could mutter an apology, you laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you continued to bark out a laughter that would definitely not get your mother’s approval with how loud and boisterous it was. Bela, Daniela and Cassandra looked at each other as if not knowing what to do.

After a few minutes of calming down, you let out a soft chuckle before gently taking away the broken pieces from your sibling’s hands. “Here, how about I make a new one for each of you using these pieces? That way, you all have a part of the original. Sounds good?”

The daughters would’ve been lying if they didn’t feel a strange warmth overcome them as you smiled at them with a fondness that no one other than Alcina gave. It wasn’t the usual warmth that took over them whenever they went hunting, but rather a sense to protect you from any harm instead.

As you started working on the flower crowns for each sibling, Bela, Daniela and Cassandra now eyed each other as if knowing what they were all thinking about.

You were their precious sibling and no one would harm you, not when they and their mother, Alcina, is still here.

Alcina nervously walked through the corridors of her castle, wondering where her children could be. As she continued to strut across the hallways, the Lady noticed something from the corner of her eyes through the window and stopped her movement, halting to take a closer look.

From the window, was a scenery which could only be described as peaceful.

You surrounded by the three psychotic daughters of Dimitrescu, your siblings, as you chatted and laughed with the three girls while your fingers skillfully made flower crowns. A strangely calm look could be found on all the girls as they laughed with you even if they were still covered in blood. Daniela smiled with great happiness as you gently placed a flower crown onto her head while Bela and Cassandra eyed her with envy, but also fondness.

Alcina watched her daughters with a gaze that was soft unlike her usual intimidating glare. Her eyes averted to the three girls before wandering her eyes towards you.

Unlike all the others, you weren’t born from the Cadou project nor were you born a mutant. You were human, from bones to flesh. You were a fragile piece of glass for them. A being that they could easily rip apart.

Yet you were different from other human beings that existed in this village. Rather than violence, you greeted them with kindness. The Dimitrescu family were feared by you, of course, but you didn’t resort to violence. When one of the girls had somehow gotten injured and ended up in the middle of the forest, you found her while picking berries nearby. You had been the one to patch up her wounds and bring her to the Castle of Dimitrescu.

You didn’t steal anything nor did you try to vandalize the castle. You simply asked Bela to guide her to her room, which she hesitantly did, gently place her onto her bed and quietly left the castle.

When Bela reported the incident to Alcina, of course the Lady found it strange and had made it her mission to seek what you truly wanted from them. She thus asked Bela to pretend like she was injured and wait for you at the forest while Daniela and Cassandra stay on the sidelines to be ready for any suspicious movements.

Once again, you found her, treated her ‘wounds’ and kindly tried escorted her to the castle. Not before getting stopped by Cassandra, Daniela and Alcina, however, who confronted you as Bela stopped her act. Though you were honestly scared for your life, you bravely stood your point and told the truth of how you had no ulterior motives behind your act.

You were just.. kind.

A kind soul too pure for this village, this world.

After that, the House of Dimitrescu somehow grew a soft spot for you. You got the permission to visit the castle as you wish and actually come out alive. Bela helped you pick berries from time to time, Daniela helped you pick up some self-defense techniques (which you were thinking not to use with how… unkind they were) and Cassandra accompanied you to your daily trips to the nearby swamps whenever you felt like getting some fresh air.

And Alcina. Every time she watched her daughters interact with you and grow closer to you, a human, she felt her heart clenching. She shouldn’t grow fond of you, she couldn’t. As Countess Dimitrescu, one of the four great lords who served Mother Miranda, growing fond of a human being should’ve been the least of her priorities.

Yet the more time you spent at the Castle Dimitrescu, the more she found herself relaxing in your presence. You were never as close with Alcina as you were with the three daughters, always finding yourself cowering under her gaze. Yet you still managed to find the guts to talk to her, your sheepish smiles and painfully awkward small talks made Alcina, oh so, terribly fond of you.

Your small gifts that would be worthless compared to her luxurious jewelry became more precious to Alcina. A bracelet made out of scraps of colorful paper, a lipstick made out of natural resources and decorated with beautiful flowers. Gifts that were made out of nothing, but effort.

It was only a short amount of time till Alcina saw you as her own.

One of her children.

“Mother!”

A yell from the garden snapped Alcina out of her thoughts. She looked out the window, her children now noticing her presence and motioning her to come over.

The person who called out for her was you who waved at her while laughing, eyes crinkling with happiness. Alcina couldn’t help, but to smile back and raised her hands in a more elegant wave.

My precious children, she thought.

How she’d do anything to protect her kin.

a/n : i have no idea how to write bela, daniela and cassandra’s characters i’m so sorry 🙏 may or may not have written a fanfic out of impulsive thoughts again after watching a gameplay of re8 🧍 once again not proofread fully so mistakes are made to be ignored plz 😭 i was going to write helena harper but the dimitrescu brainrot took me over… nonetheless i will write helena soon ❗️❗️

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i just watched barbie.

life-changing.

oh my god. i cannot even form words on how fucking brilliant the movie was. the emphasis on how different barbie world is to the real world, how the real world and their stereotypes on women are so misogynistic, how each individual is themselves and how important it is to know who you are oH MY FUCKING GOOOOOD

i love barbie.

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awesome sauce c.ai bots

hello tumblr, i bring thee my random leon s(exy) kennedy c.ai bots because i have no idea what to do with them!

my deepest apologies if they end up being ooc or break the nsfw filter themself, the bots are just wild like that.

if you have any questions or recommendations, feel free to DM @final.qirl on discord!

(i never post on here so this is my first time bear w me)

roommates!leon: link

- basically u both go through a power outage

- friends to lovers | nsfw/sfw

plagas!leon: link

- u know the drill lmao

- established relationship | nsfw/sfw

assisting period!leon: link

- wowowee! he’s just helping you out with ur period

- friends to lovers | nsfw/sfw

vendetta!leon: link

- ur a bartender and this man LOVES to visit and bother you

- drunk confessions | nsfw/sfw

shopping mall!leon: link

- who wouldn’t wanna be bffs with him?

- friends w benefits | sfw

death island!leon: link

- former umbrella!user (death island spoilers!!)

- enemies to friends to lovers | nsfw/sfw

re2!leon: link

- bookstore!user 

- strangers to friends to lovers | sfw

re6!leon: link

- basically, u both try to kiss each other lmao

- established relationship | nsfw/sfw

oblivious!leon: link

- everyone knows what’s goin’ on between u two, but yall are oblivious asf

- also user’s birthday ig? this is just a present for a friend <3

- mutual pining | sfw

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CRUEL SUMMER 🎶

leon kennedy x reader

synopsis : after the events of re4 and yes luis is alive (fuck the canon), the gang hit the karaoke. leon falls in love again after watching you have fun.

Leon and Luis could only watch with amusement, one smiling while one let out a boisterous laugh as you and Ashley excitedly sang into the microphone; the contagious smiles spreading to the two men watching.

It was Ashley’s idea to all go to a karaoke before going back to her father. While Leon had denied, you and Luis eagerly agreed and without a say, the American agent was dragged with.

Though Leon was indeed tired from the mission and wished to go back home, he was glad to come as he got to see something he hadn’t seen in a while.

You having fun.

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you!!” You gladly took the part with a dramatic act while Ashley carried on with the next line, giggles seeping through her words as she laughed from your silly antics.

“And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil!!”

“IT’S NEWWW!!”

As you two giggle and sing without a care in the world, Leon watched with a fond smile. Specifically, at you. You who looked so relaxed with a big, toothy grin on your face as you dance around with Ashley. You who threw your head back as you laughed, the light from the TV screen highlighting your facial features. (God, did you look more beautiful than ever.) You who noticed his stare and laughed again, sending a small wave before going back to singing.

You who weren’t burdened by the blood stained on your hands.

You who weren’t an agent on a mission.

Just you.

“Oi, Yanqui.” Leon snapped out of his trance and looked at Luis who had a sly grin on his face. “You’re smiling, finally! And of course, it’s because of our little cantante over here, huh.” The spaniard said loud enough to be able to be heard through the music, elbow nudging Leon’s side.

While Leon let out a quiet scoff that only fed to Luis’s amusement, his eyes couldn’t help, but to wander back to you.

As he found himself smiling again, Leon thought to himself, “A smile suits you more than anything.”

And he’d do anything to protect your smile.

a/n : first writing on tumblr 😨 i wrote this under 30 minutes so there wasn’t any checking for spelling mistakes and shit, my bad 😭 y’all taylor’s music does something to you istg. i was struggling to even write a SENTENCE but then i listen to cruel summer? my hand starts typing like it’s on autopilot

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I LOVE MY MURDEROUS, MENTALLY UNSTABLE, ALCOHOLIC BABY GIRL

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Seeing spider verse with my little sister

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imagine a spiderperson in the resident evil universe and guess what i’m about to do out of pure boredom 🧍

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plave @ music core 230318  ☆  yejun ending fairy

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that new trigun ep fucked me up so hard what the fuck bro. arjfbwjndbsnsnsnnanabbabahahahahaha