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Warsaw, 1944.

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ngl I wanna try to put together a Rabbid Peach cosplay for next year's con

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Your daily Mario gif.

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the dracula project // r. evil (before)

summary: all things go down to hell for Leon Kennedy, as per usual.

pairing: vampire! leon s. kennedy x oc

disclaimer: mentions of ada, cute love at first sight, mentions of alcohol. time jump. murder. attempted to harm self by sunlight.

shoutout to @darckcarnival @ashiemochi and @mishwanders for hyping me up <3

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June, 2015

Washington D.C, Georgetown Area

Three Weeks After Alcatraz

Leon watched the brunette from across the room as she burst into laughter while playing pool with a man who was three times her age. He was similarly enjoying himself, but he quickly downed his whiskey and shook his head. He had to leave early; he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted. Or maybe he was just waiting for a certain woman in red to make an entrance. Checking his phone, he was met with disappointment—just as he expected, there were no messages. His relationship status had always been perpetually complicated.

His attention returned to the stunning brunette at the pool table, and he took a sharp breath. With long, toned legs and an hourglass figure, she radiated beauty that everyone around seemed to notice. Leon found himself entranced by her, even though he didn’t know her name. As she started to leave her admirers and head toward the bar, he felt compelled to approach her.

He bumps into her, she looks up at him, and he’s trapped in those pretty brown eyes. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a distinctive Southern twang that Leon had never quite heard before. Leon chuckled, “It’s alright. My name’s Leon, what’s yours?”

“Evangeline, most call me Eva, though.”

Leon was a hopeless romantic; anyone could see it. In the seconds of meeting her, he envisioned their first date. He swallowed thickly before turning back to the bar, “Can I get you a drink?”

“I won’t say no.”

She trails after him to the dimly lit bar, the warm glow of amber lights casting a golden hue around them. Leaning forward on her elbows, she supports her weight while looking at him intently, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, what brings you here?” she asks, her voice laced with intrigue, as the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses create a lively backdrop.

He shrugs, “Thought I was meeting someone, but it looks like they stood me up.”

Evangeline’s eyes scan over Leon before her eyes flicker back to his, “Their loss.”

“I can drink to that,” He says, a smirk curving his lips, “But I think my night got a whole lot better. What can I get you?”

She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth as she pushed her hair back, looking down at the cocktail menu on the bar. Leon found her adorable already. He inhales sharply as she waves down the bartender, “I’d like a vodka cranberry, double, please.”

Guy writes it down, Leon orders another glass of whiskey, neat. 

“Think I could convince you to come home with me tonight?” Leon asks her.

Evangeline chuckles, “I’m not that kind of girl, unfortunately.”

“Well, could I get your number and take you out properly sometime?”

“Flowers and all?” She asks, raising a brow, “Gotta make a good impression.”

Leon grins, “Whatever you want, I can make it happen.”

She leans over the bar, her back arched as she grabs a pen from behind the counter. Leon shifts in his seat as she takes a napkin and scribbles down her number. “Don’t get a girl’s hopes up now,” she warns.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Leon says, meeting her gaze.

Throughout the years, Leon had navigated the complexities of romance, entertaining various girlfriends and indulging in fleeting flings. Yet, never before had he found himself ensnared in one person other than Ada. Evangeline had him under a spell; he was irrevocably captivated by her. 

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ROMANIA, July 2015

He opened his eyes, and the body in his arms fell limp against him. Her head rolls off her shoulders, and guilt overtakes him as he drops the poor girl’s body. Not again, he felt sick yet not even close to satiated. Licking his lips, the gross sound of flesh tearing caught his attention as Ronan finished with his meal.

“Poor lass,” Ronan sighs before reaching into his pocket for cigarettes, “Fun while they last, eh? Or are you still hungry, Leon? Thinking about your girl back home?”

Evangeline’s face flashes across his mind; she wasn’t his no, but he wanted her to be. It’s all that kept his head somewhat together. He looked down at the mess of bodies before him. Would she want him still? If he told her what he was, would she still welcome him into her life with open arms? No, what was he thinking? He was a monster, a goddamn killer that he swore a long time ago to scrub off the face of the earth. 

He fell to his knees and tried to reattach the girl’s head to her body, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.”

Clasping his hands together after failing miserably, he bows his head, “Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done.” The prayer felt like acid on his tongue as Ronan laughed.

Ronan chips in, “Your will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven, blah blah, oh good God, lad - do you think God exists? Hm? If he did, we wouldn’t be here. It is nature, not some entity, to dictate what we can and cannot do - we’re only hungry, is that so wrong now?”

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, placing it between his teeth. Leon looks up at Ronan, “I’m a monster.”

“We all are, you’re not special.”

The tap of a cane against the floor alerts Leon as Ivanov enters the room. Alucard Ivanov was a graying old man with sharp, piercing features. His eyes, a deep ruby, and his presence demanded attention. Ronan takes a drag of his cigarette as Ivanov takes a look around. 

“Enjoying yourselves, boys?” He asks

Leon reached for his knife in his pocket, and in a flash, Ivanov had impaled him through the wall with just his cane. Leon coughs up blood. Ivanov cocks his head, “I dare you, child, I made you and I can very well kill you.”

“Then why don’t you? You have Ronan.” Leon grunts through pained breaths.

Ivanov laughs before pulling the cane out of Leon’s stomach. Leon fell against the wall. “Oh, my son, I have great plans for you. When I sensed you, half-dead, I knew...” He crouches to Leon’s level, “You were meant for so much more, Leon. I made you into a God; the least you could do is thank me. Don’t be an ungrateful son, now.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’d love to meet the lovely Evangeline,” Ivanov threatens, “Maybe she’d be more sympathetic to my cause, or maybe... she’d make a lovely welcoming treat.”

Rage, Leon had snarled at Ivanov, the older man laughs as Ronan steps outside. 

“She makes you weak, you know,” Ivanov says, looking around the room, “we are not creatures meant to love, or be loved. We’re killers, we bring death to anything we touch. My boy, if you ever go back home, you’ll ruin her. Best to forget, ripper.”

Ivanov walks out, the cane echoing down the hall as he leaves Leon in the disarray, the carnage. He inhales sharply; he didn’t want to be this, to do this. He couldn’t be a vampire; the sunlight would be so peaceful, taking off the ring Ivanov had gifted, he moved toward the window. His head felt like it was splitting open the closer he got; he threw back the curtains, and his skin felt like it was starting to bubble.

Anything but this hell of living, I can’t be a monster -

In a flash, the curtains draw close as Leon falls to the floor. Ronan looks down at him, “You’re a fuckin’ idiot, lad, trying to kill yourself?”

“Figured you wouldn’t protest,” Leon groaned, feeling his skin quickly heal itself. “Maybe Ivanov would make you his right hand.”

Ronan knelt, his right hook connecting with Leon’s jaw, and Leon spat blood. Ronan shook his head, “Trying to keep you alive is probably the most annoying thing, and I’m not doin’ it for him, I’m gettin’ us both out of here. Stop being stupid.”

Understanding, Ronan didn’t have to say a word. Leon knew what was at stake. He inhaled deeply as he got up, “Why do you stay?”

“Because I have no one other than him. You got someone. Listen to me, don’t be stupid, I got a friend that can get you out of this,” Ronan said, “Don’t worry about me, lad, alright?”

Uneasiness settled through Leon, but like the lost lamb he was, he had no other choice. 

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Red rice and beans and fried pork from our favorite Spanish restaurant

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i will never make a fandom sideblog you will get everything on one blog and you will like it. you will learn to love all my interests even if you followed for just one. my blog #myblog

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Come celebrate me getting old with an art raffle!

Entry is just a FOLLOW and a REBLOG. That's it. You don't even have to tag the reblog (but if you want to say something funny I won't stop you)

There'll also only be one winner, and that winner will be announced shortly after the raffle ends on July 21st.

Please note that this raffle is crossposted on my bluesky account (roaldseth.bsky.social), and the selection pool will be combined from both accounts. This is because originally this was meant to be bsky only, but theme changed, won't "reach another milestone" anywhere for a while, so no reason for those here to miss out when I'm just a little guy and it's my birthday.

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kpop demon hunters as anime 🎶✨

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there should be more vampire Leon fics in the world

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genuine psa for fic readers:

please, for the love of god, think twice before tagging a reblog with shit like this that basically translates to “i GUESS i have to reblog its such an inconvenience.”

i promise you, writers see those tags. we’re right here. we pour hours, days, sometimes weeks, and in my case, more than a month into crafting these stories, and then we get hit with a tag so diabolical it makes us want to quit writing altogether.

you might not mean anything by it, but it honestly comes across as incredibly disrespectful. it’s one thing to use tumblr as your personal pinboard or tag the stuff you're going to read later, but it’s another thing to announce right to the creator’s face that the only reason you're reblogging is so you don't lose it in your likes.

you don’t have to write a paragraph praising me. you don’t even have to like it. but if you’re going to reblog it, maybe don’t scream it to the high heavens that the only reason you did was because you cant be bothered to look for it and you don't see authors that write for you as people. we deserve more than being made aware we're just another fic to be consumed in your stash.

seriously. just say nothing at all. it’d be kinder. this isnt even fandom etiquette. just be a decent person i BEG you

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Me with general tso chicken or orange chicken:

"Shepherd's Pie" (BG3/DND OC/Named Tav)

The tavern is lively with conversation and the minstrels performing on the stage. Two burly men were arm wrestling in the corner as a small crowd cheers and bets their hard earned copper pieces.

Cendrillon sits alone, savoring the nightly special -- shepherd's pie. Each bite is a burst of flavors in her mouth. She never wanted to eat mush again.

Later that evening after renting an inn room, she has another plate delivered. Setting it on the small table, she pulls out some supplies from her pack. A dish so good she had to commit it to Memory -- most of her night is spent drawing the dish in silence.

She's already keeping a little journal of drawings of everything she's tried.

@dovesanctuarydonotkill @mishwanders

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"Shepherd's Pie" (BG3/DND OC/Named Tav)

The tavern is lively with conversation and the minstrels performing on the stage. Two burly men were arm wrestling in the corner as a small crowd cheers and bets their hard earned copper pieces.

Cendrillon sits alone, savoring the nightly special -- shepherd's pie. Each bite is a burst of flavors in her mouth. She never wanted to eat mush again.

Later that evening after renting an inn room, she has another plate delivered. Setting it on the small table, she pulls out some supplies from her pack. A dish so good she had to commit it to Memory -- most of her night is spent drawing the dish in silence.

She's already keeping a little journal of drawings of everything she's tried.

@dovesanctuarydonotkill @mishwanders

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leon is a comfort character of mine (mostly because he's never had a day of comfort in his life, as bad as i might have it he's definitely worse) and let me just say how thankful i am to have actually nice fun goofy artwork. you're doing a great service

Aaaah I'm glad that you enjoy me just putting him in situations, I love when people just put them into slice of life 🙏💛

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I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"

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Yes she thinks she’s very funny actually

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@mishwanders

Vincent skeb c0mm 🥀🖤