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Okay old ass post I know but I finally found it

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Carlos Headcanons fully approved. Now, what’s his AoL email address so that I may inform him that my left ring finger is free real estate?

Hi, I'm like drowning in Resident Evil brainrot, so like:

Have Some Random Headcanons About Resident Evil Men~

I can't explain most of these, we're just going purely based on vibes. We're serving Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, and Carlos Oliviera. Kinda X Reader? Idk bro

ALBERT WESKER:

Starting off Strong and controversial with this one. I think Wesker has a major sweet tooth. I think he likes creamer with a dash of coffee, and keeps hard candy in his desk. My man was deprived of sweets as a kid, now that he can have em he's kinda obsessed

I also think he gets frequent headaches. He tends to just "push through" them until they evolve into full on migraines, and even then he keeps going until he physically can't

I think he likes to pebble. He leaves small gifts at your desk and when you ask him about it he acts completely oblivious. But, ya both know

I think he's a major David Bowie fan. I think The Man Who Sold The World is his all time favorite song, and I also think the irony about that is lost on him

I think he's PDA adverse and incredibly touchstarved. This weird dichotomy has led to him being honestly really cold in public, and a straight up velcro boyfriend in private

I think secretly, deep deep down, he wants a family. He wants to build thr family he never had and get a taste of the domesticity he has been locked out of since birth.

That being said, he's never gonna do that shit. He's a busy man, with ambitions far greater than the suburbs. There's no room for white picket fences in his future. But, they'll always have a spot in his daydreams

His love language is words of affirmation. Both giving and receiving

He sleeps light as hell. A spider skittering just a little too fast could wake him up. Not just wake him up, but jolt him fully awake and in fight mode. He's a man with far too many enemies to get a deep sleep

He has himself convinced that he only keeps you around for "creature comforts" if you catch my drift. And he makes that clear, he's not trying to lead anyone on. That being said, literally every single one of his worst nightmares are about losing you. And he keeps you close as often as he can. And you're the only person other than him thats spent the night in his bed! But, ya know, it's casual

He's never been casual about anything in his entire god damn life

I think that he's panromantic, but more on the gray ace/demisexual side of things when it comes to all of that. Sex is far far to vulnerable for him to do with just anyone, he's gotta trust you to get naked in front of you babes

CHRIS REDFIELD:

Okay so I feel like when we talk about Chris, we tend to forget the les paul that he had just chillin' at work

That being said, I think Chris was in a band when he was in highschool. And they were not NEARLY as good as they thought they were. Three Arm Sally didn't go anywhere for good reason

I also think he was a running back in highschool, but that's not what we're talking about right now

I think Chris would make you mix tapes to show he cares. And once mix tapes died, he started making you playlist. He's not the most in touch with his emotions, this is part of how he understands them

I think while he used to genuinely be a really good guitar player- he's since fallen out of practice. He's not as good as he once was, but he'll still strum a little to try and calm himself down on particularly rough nights. 60% of the time it works 100% of the time

He has genuinely the worst caffeine addiction you've ever seen. It's damn near tragic dude. We're at the point where it might be better for his health for him to just pick up a coke habit. He's on his 4th monster and it's 9 am

That being said, he and his bed are currently not on speaking terms. Sleep? He doesn't know that bitch. This is how he avoids The Horrors™️

Chris is more of a cat guy than a dog guy and I'm tired of pretending like he's not. He appreciates how independent cats can be

I think Chris started smoking when he turned 16, but stopped around 2004 when he started hitting the gym seriously. He needed the lung capacity. That being said- he lit up a cigarette the moment the credits rolled after RE5. He picked that habit right back up

He will never ever say this out loud, but he loves to be held and to cuddle. Intimacy/emotional vulnerability (or, at least the safety to be emotionally vulnerable) is incredibly important to him with a long term partner. He's got a lot of soft parts still healing, he's gotta know you're going to take care of him if he takes off the armor protecting them

It's also incredibly important to him that any SO he has gets along with Claire. You don't have to be best friends or anything, but she's his only family- so she has to approve. Thankfully, Claire thinks you're a delight

Dispite what the memes may tell you, Chris has NO DESIRE to continue the Redfield bloodline. He can't bring himself to bring a child into a world so dark and unforgiving. And like, beyond that he's like- 67% sure that whatever gunk is going on in his head isn't just from trauma, and he's not risking passing that on to his offspring

LEON S KENNEDY:

He's a recovering Emo Kid before emo kids were even a thing. MCR is one of his favorite bands. He sings the line "Fuck Like A Kennedy!" With his entire chest when he's singing Na Na Na

Movie buff! His favorite movie is Fight Club, purely for the critique of how society conditions men to believe violence is the only way to show masculinity, and for the gay allegory. It is NOT because he wants to be Tyler Durden. Please, you have to understand, he knows the optics of liking this movie, but he's not like that he swears, PLEASE-

I think he's bisexual. Now, we all basically agree on that. But I also think he's incredibly suave and charismatic completely on accident. It all falls apart when he actually tries to flirt. Doesn't matter the gender, he's going to fumble the bag 70 percent of the time, and the other 30 are people who are there inspite of how awkward he is

He needs something to do with his hands, especially in important meetings. He's a chronic doodler as a result. You remember those girls in middle school who drew hyper realistic eyes instead of taking notes in their notebooks? He was one of them

My man is so, so jumpy. And by jumpy, I mean punchy. Make yourself known before you get too close. You have been warned

He struggles with communicating and emotions like the others, yes. But after the events of Vendetta he realized he was at rock bottom, and finally took Hunnigans advice and got some therapy. So, he's much more open and willing to talk about his feelings to try and figure them out. He ain't the best at it but by God he's trying

He's a bottle blonde. Argue with the wall about it, I know im right. You can reliably track his mental health by the state of his roots

I think he kept in contact with Ashley after the events of RE4. I think she slowly got over her crush on him, realizing that was probably more the suspension bridge effect than genuine attraction. And as such, they developed a sibling like bond that's very important to him

Leon is the most oblivious dude at the function. People have flirted with him just for him to completely miss it until hours later more times than he can count. Once at the club, a woman casually dropped to him that she was a sub. He asked her what subject she taught.

As such, he doesn't have much experience with long term relationships. At least not healthy ones. He's awkward, and he has more than a few red flags, but again- refer to point 6, he's in therapy babes. He's working on it- bear with him

Carlos Oliveira:

He likes to act like he's a "big scary manly man" but dude is a total softie. He's a walking teddy bear dude

He's the type of guy to randomly buy you flowers because they "reminded him of you." He's a romantic by nature

Now, he Can be charming and smooth. It's his natural state actually. He Chooses to be cheesy and lame. It's a way of life for him. He's doing this for pure love of the game

It's incredibly important to him that you can protect yourself. It's why he bought you this gun. And you can bet your ass he's going to show you how to use it

I know a gamer boy when I see one. We can smell our own. I think it's his favorite hobby. His favorite thing when he comes home is to sit you on his lap and have you guys play games together. Couch co-op, his beloved

I think he was raised Catholic. Again, we can smell our own. That being said, he definitely doesn't consider himself to be of the faith anymore. Though, he does still catch himself crossing himself from time to time

His guilty pleasure is Anime. That's right, you heard me, Carlos Oliveira is a huge fukin nerd! His toxic trait is being a "Goku bodies every fight" truther. God help him

He's had big dogs all his life, his home just doesn't feel like his home without one. Don't worry though reader, he's also incredibly talented when it comes to training them. They're not going to maul you unless he tells them too

The man absolutely "hates" reality TV. Hates it sooo much. He's just standing in the living room for no reason. No, it's not to watch the TV! Can a man not stand in his own livingroom?!...But uhh, anyways, so what's going on with Clara and her man?

His love language is of course quality time. He just wants to be near you. It doesn't matter if your quietly reading a book while he plays a game, as long as you're in the room with him, he’s happy

Well, uhhh anyways. All that being said, if you liked these, requests are open!!

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Beware. I have returned and more fandoms have joined the chat. I have twice as many blorbos and half as many hinges. No more hinges. Totally unhinged.

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Pre-menstrual depression is always depicted as like "He He! I had a box of icecream bars and cried while watching the Titanic!" But in reality, it's more like, "I'm standing the edge of an abyss. There is nothing good inside of me, I'm filled with rage and desperation."

It's crazy that being told how to deal with that is never a part of anyone's menstrual sex education.

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Knight Sam who suddenly appears to help Yuu/Mc after a big battle against the Overblot [Final Boss].

A Knight who is really sweet and kind, but protects Yuu/Mc and friends as if he were a Dragon guarding a treasure. He stains that armor red too easily. Anything to win.

A real fierce dragon? Nah, a man obsessed with fairy tales.

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we did it tumblr

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catboy? no, cat-retiree

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[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

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yearning to have a comfy night in with copia, laying on the couch with pajamas and take out and snuggling as the two of you play your favorite video games together or watch your favorite shows, eventually falling asleep on top of each other until copia wakes up in the middle of the night and carries you to bed.

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cardinal copia x sister of sin!reader

a/n: i wrote a fic for the guys and the enby pals, now it's the ladies' turn (respecfully)

warnings/things to note: just copia being a ball of anxiety but we love him for it, oops i accidentally put some autistic traits into Copia but THAT'S FINE WE LOVE HIM EITHER WAY- also i wrote the reader as a confident, beautiful woman BECAUSE YOU ARE!!1!1!!!

anyway enjoy <3 requests are always open !

word count: 1,887

You were sitting at a windowsill, overlooking the garden. You had taken off your veil earlier, it had gotten too itchy to wear for 80% of the day. The veil was sitting in your lap as you combed your hair with your fingers, not really thinking of much, just spacing out.

"O-Oh! S-Sorella, hello...!" A voice pulled you out of your daydream, and you turned your head to see a nervous-looking Cardinal, whom you've learned to know as Copia. "What, uh... what are you doing here?" He asked politely, already starting to fidget in your presence.

Copia had always thought you were beautiful, with how you did your hair (from what he could see given the chance), to your eyes, and how they always seemed to sparkle with some sort of magic when you spoke about your interests. He tried to act brave, to put on a face of a confident Cardinal and could do anything he put his mind to. Unfortunately, he couldn't hide the fact that he'd always get nervous around pretty girls, and you were no exception. He cleared his throat and looked up at you, admiring your beauty.

You, in turn, stare at him expectantly with a cautious eyebrow raising. "Hello, Cardinal. Did they... need me for something?" You asked as you ran your fingers across the fabric of your veil, still sitting in your lap as you waited from a response from him.

Copia took a deep breath. "Um, yes, Sorella- I- I mean, Sister..." His voice cracked and he felt a wave of embarrassment flush over him. He cleared his throat again and started over. "Yes, the clergy requested you for an important m-meeting, about you." He looked up at you again, his breath catching in his throat the longer he stared at you. The truth was, he loved you. He really, truly loved you, and he didn't know the reason why. He cleared his throat yet again and looked away quickly.

You sighed, looking out at the gardens one last time, you knew the meeting would be at least 2-3 hours, and that's if they were all arriving on time. "Alright... I'll be there in a moment." You replied, sliding off of the sill and digging into your pocket to grab your compact mirror. When you found it, you handed it to Copia. "Could you be a dear and hold this for me for a second? Thanks."

Copia nodded, opening the mirror for you in one hand and looking around awkwardly as you put your veil back on. His eyes darted to his feet, the wall, the ceiling and eventually back at you. He tried to look you in the eye, but as always, he just lost any confidence or courage he was able to muster up. As much as he wanted to meet your gaze, his heart did a thousand jumping jacks per second. He just couldn't do it.

Meanwhile, you were finishing up putting the veil back on your head, your perfect bangs peeking out and falling into place just above your eyes. You smoothed it over with your perfect, manicured hand and stared at yourself in the compact mirror for a few seconds, smiling at yourself before taking the mirror back. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Copia nodded again, barely looking at you for a moment before dropping his gaze down to his feet. He knew that if he stared at you any longer than that, he'd just might lose his marbles because he was so in love with you. The feelings that ran through his mind and soul were ones that he did not know were possible for him to feel, especially as a Cardinal in a Satanic Church.

Copia's face flushed. "Y-You look, um..." he fumbled over his words. "Like a drowned rat?" You cut him off, joking. "Don't worry, I'm aware. I'll see you around, Cardinal." You smiled to yourself as you walked towards the meeting room.

Copia's eyes followed your figure as you put more and more distance between the two of you. "Y-You look gorgeous.... drowned rats don't tend to be as attractive as you..." he mumbled to himself the moment you were out of sight, then facepalmed. He couldn't believe he just said that out loud, what if someone could hear him?! Not to mention, what if you heard?! He hid his face in his hands. "Great, just great, now I look like an idiot. She's never going to talk to me ever again..."

A few hours later, you wandered out of the meeting room, looking stressed and exhausted. That meeting had really worn you out. You sighed heavily once you got into the middle of an empty hallway, burying your face in your hands and letting out a muffled, voice-cracked groan. "Okay! Get yourself together, girl. You can do this." You whispered to yourself to boost your confidence, You took another deep breath and started to walk down the hallway again.

Little did you know that Copia was actually right behind you. "S-Sorella- I- I mean, Sister! Wait for me, please!" he squeaked, stuttering like crazy as he power-walked to you. "Hm?" You turned in confusion, then relaxed a bit as you realized it was just Copia. "Sister. What is wrong? Everything okay?" He asked, a bit out of breath. He sounded worried; he knew the amount of stress you might be under right now, but he hated to think you were suffering. His heart ached when you looked anything but happy.

"Oh, hello again, Cardi. Sorry, is it okay if I call you Cardi?" You greet him and you two slowly walk down the hall side by side. "And, to answer your question, yes, I'm fine. It's just... they want me to work at the library now instead of with the kids, which I don't mind, it's just... I dunno. The library can get really stuffy sometimes." You sigh, staring at the tiles on the floor.

"Of course you can, Sister... but, uh... I would prefer if my name was not in such close proximity to the, uh... cardiovascular system. M-Maybe something a bit more... friendly, y'know?" He chuckled a bit, seeming like he had something else to say, but he chose to keep it to himself, for now. He looked down at his feet, counting the seconds between each step. "I... I understand that it gets stuffy, but what about the little ones? They love you, no?"

You giggled at his comment on the nickname. "No, no, I meant- I meant it as a shorter version of 'Cardinal,' that's all. Silly billy." You sighed, looking at the tapestries decorating the walls. "I know, they really do. They're so cute, but they do cry a lot. And it can get really loud at times." You shrugged. "I don't really mind the switch, honestly."

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry, I'm bad at picking up on social things. I- I mean, if you want to call me Cardi, you can...!" He mumbled bashfully, a light pink dusting his cheeks. "Alright, then. I will." You smiled at him.

When he glanced at you again, he knew that now would be the time to bite the bullet. He cleared his throat again and began to speak. "Sister.. I.. is it okay if I ask you a question?" He looked down at his feet again. You tilted your head to the side in curiosity, andpart of your hair that was hiding behind your veil had fallen over your shoulder. "Oh? Go ahead..."

He took a deep breath as he stopped, looking you in the eye. He couldn't believe he was actually saying this. He just hoped you wouldn't throw your heel at him and hate him for eternity by the end of it.

"I.. Sor- Sister.. I... Would you like to... um... would you possibly want to take a walk with me in the gardens after dinner? Just... just you and me? Like a, uh... like a date?"

There, he'd said it. Out loud. In front of you. He felt faint and the room began to spin slightly, but he had to be brave for you.

"......Eh?"

You didn't mean for that to slip out, but it did. You were just surprised. It wasn't uncommon that you'd get a love confession, you'd get one almost every week. But you were at a loss for words at this one because, well, it was Copia of all people! The Cardinal Copia, future Papa Emeritus IV of the Satanic Ministry!

Copia felt his face turn pale as your reaction shocked him. He thought he had screwed up big time, and he had a bad feeling he was right. He took a deep breath and looked up at you with pleading eyes. "Oh... please, don't be angry with me. I've... I've loved you for so long, Sister, so very long. I- I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't bring myse-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow your roll, Cardi. That wasn't supposed to be my response!" You chuckled, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder to comfort him (and to make him meet your eyes). You smiled at him. "And my response... is yes, I'd love to." You couldn't help but tease him a little, he just looked really cute when he got all shy and fumbled over his words while trying to talk to you.

Copia's eyes lit up at your words, he knew he was smiling like an idiot right now, but he didn't care. He let out a quick laugh. "Y-You really want to?" He couldn't believe it; he thought you were just playing him at first. But when you nodded and smiled, he almost swooned with joy. He accidentally, unknowingly started to step towards you, a shy smile on his face.

He started to lean in slightly...

...and you leaned back slightly, patting his shoulder with an awkward chuckle. "Uhhhh.... not quite there yet. But we'll get there eventually." you giggled.

He felt his face flush with embarrassment, and he took a couple steps back. "S-Sorry..." he chuckled awkwardly. "A-Anyway, tonight after dinner? Is... is that a plan then?" He smiled awkwardly his heart fluttered in his chest as the realization hit him. You said yes. He was so excited and worried at the same time. The feeling was so overwhelming, it made him feel lightheaded.

You nodded, inadvertently brushing your bangs out of your eyes. "That sounds wonderful. I'll meet you in the dining hall entrance after we're finished. I'd like to change my shoes first though."

Copia nodded. He couldn't hold in his excitement anymore, his hands fidgeting again, but this time out of happiness. You smiled as it caught your eye, you thought it was cute. He chuckled nervously. "O-Okay, Sister. I'll be in the dining hall, waiting..." He then turned the opposite direction of where you two were supposed to be walking, then turned back to look at you again. "Sister, I just wanted to say.... thank you. Thank you so much, I... I don't know if you know how much this means to me." He smiled warmly at her then ran off excitedly.

"Okay, Cardinal... I think I'm pretty aware now." You nodded and chuckled, shaking your head as you walked towards your own room to get ready.

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part 2 is now up!

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Copia would have a shirt that says “#1 Rat Dad” on it. Or possibly a mug too.

he has a lot of rat merch since people know he loves his pets & that makes it easy to find silly gifts for him, so far he has:

a "#1 rat dad" mug

a "I ❤️ my rats" long-sleeve t-shirt

individual sweaters for his rats in different colors

a planner with cute rats on the cover

rat stickers that came with the planner

decorative pillows with silly phrases & a rat on each

a sweatshirt with a horizontal pocket for carrying rats

a set of pens for clergy business that have rats all over them

a phone case with remy from ratatouille on it

sweatpants with a long rat tail sewn under the waistband

gloves with a raw claw embroidered over the top of each

fleece blanket with cartoon rats on it

rat-themed ugly sweater for the holidays

rat ears headband (think disney mouse ears)

mini bat wing vests for his pet rats

a gold chain with a rat pendant on it (he's italian??)

a poster of the rat king from the nutcracker ballet

tiny tin figurines of rats doing silly things

a ring shaped like a rat curled around his finger

the list continues to grow with each special occasion, there's a lot of rat-themed things he has

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How do you think the dorm leaders would react to an rsa student leading/kidnapping the prefect to take them away from the 'villains', and when tracked down to a ledge and arguing with saud dorm leaders, the prefect defends them before getting accidentally pushed off? Just the look of horror on their face before they fall, reaching out for them? Ala gwen in spiderman

(I'm not going to do every dorm leader bc I normally have a cap of 5 characters per ask so if the leader you'd like to see isn't here, please feel free to send in another request

these are also all super long so they're under a cut)

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul had been thinking since the moment you’d been taken. He figured it must be someone with a personal grudge against him, rolling his eyes at the platitude that you would be safer with them than him. The twins are even considering less annoying while he’s plotting out what to do, trying to find a way that wouldn’t leave him vulnerable to another strike while also procuring you from your kidnappers. The fact they even agreed to a meeting proved to Azul that they were a devious soul, hidden behind a mist of chivalry when their wants were just as selfish as anyone at NRC. He comes into the conversation thinking he has everything under control, not in the least bit surprised when it turns into a real fight; his magic is at the ready, hand raised and prepared to do what he must to end this when you move outside of his predictions. He would have to viciously scold you for this later but he’s too worried to think about the angry rant he’ll go on for not just trusting in him to be ready no matter what. When you’re tumbling to the ground, he squeezed the handle of the broom he had brought with him, hating the concept of being in the air but feeling even more sick about all his hard work being for nothing (meaning: he would be heartbroken and would not know what to do with himself should you end up perishing on him here). It’s a little washy, but the carefully thought out Plan B ended with you scooped in his arms, his flying wobbly at best but once there’s a safe place to land you feel much safer with him around. When you ask what might happen to the RSA student Azul simply smiled, telling you not to worry about it as Jade and Floyd wouldn’t leave behind a single trace of what occurred that night.

Idia Shroud:

Idia is fighting a storm of emotions, doing his best to not to lose his cool in such a fragile situation. He had to observe the options before him carefully, hoping his perception skill was high enough to afford him a break. It felt like having someone ripped away from him again, the past repeating before his very eyes, and while he knew the stakes were much less serious than the previous situation he’d gone through, it still set his anxiety through the roof. He considered begging you to just stay in your room like he did so he wouldn’t have to worry about you putting yourself in danger (his thoughts darting away from the concept of you just living in a room with him). Idia isn’t used to sticking his neck out for someone else but he knew you, and he knew defending him if the moment called for it would come to you as easy as breathing. He had Ortho prepared for any QTE’s that might be outside of Idia’s control, thankful that the second controller was plugged in before he arrived as you did exactly as he predicted. He can see the fear on your face and while he does want to call out to you to let you know you’ll be safe, it would be better to keep the enemy unaware of the surprise attack awaiting once Ortho got you to safety. With you out of the way Idia felt much more at ease, the sharp grin on his face appearing almost manic to his enemy, who found themselves wondering if they should follow you off the ledge.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona was doing his best to keep a poker face on. When it came to others thinking they were better than him, he was no stranger, but to know they had taken away someone he loved—he was prepared to show them what a real villain looked like. He navigated the situation carefully, this was just a risky game of chess in his eyes but he didn’t realize quite how risky it was until your life was dangling right before his eyes. He’s not unaware of how something can change in the blink of an eye, the scale could tip in either direction but he had to be prepared. He’s always been quick on his feet and there’s nothing in this world that he’d put more effort into than assuring your safety, even pushing himself to the brink of his magical abilities when he cushions the dramatic fall that easily could’ve stolen your life. The person preaching to him from above has only cemented his view that those who soar so high above don’t consider their own actions as evil, always for the ‘greater good’ which meant you were better off dead than with a ‘villain’ like him. He can’t help but scoff, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them as there’s an unspoken promise hanging in the air: he would kill them without hesitation if they were to ever touch a hair on your head again.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus was shocked at first, secretly hurt, that people on the outside could look in at your relationship with him and consider him a danger to you. He was careful around you, always protective and caring and wanting what’s best for you, so how could that be misconstrued? It made his blood boil to think about your kidnapper trying to turn you against him, and he felt even more powerless when your life was in someone else’s hand so he had to act with caution. He approached with an air of calm that was betrayed by his eyes, the smile not quite reaching them as he greeted your captor politely. He didn’t think he could lead them into a false sense of security because everyone knew to be on guard against him, but he’s surprised the coward even showed their face again. He’s even more surprised to see you attempt to sacrifice yourself for him, reaching out for you and feeling helpless again as you slip right through his fingers; he refused to lose, his hands moving quicker than his brain was as he cast a last ditch effort spell to stop your fragile human body from becoming a stain on the ground. He’s relieved to see that his quick thinking had resulted in saving your life, the vines wrapped around your arms and legs like a comforting hug. He’s thankful he learned how to use the spell without including thorns, but his thoughts are now elsewhere, turning to look at his enemy with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. He tells them they should feel quite lucky that you’re in one piece, as if you had died, Malleus would have tormented their family for generations to come, if he allowed them to exist after this at all.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle is trying to keep his cool, as Trey advised it was best he do so, but it was hard not to feel anger for the complete disrespect that was being shown. How could they think taking you away from your education would be the best route? From a place that you were thriving? If they thought he was doing a poor job as a dorm leader helping you, than they could’ve offered the criticism personally rather than causing you to break a hundred rules within the span of a day. He has to stop himself from raising his voice or going on a rant when he sees how frightened you are, feeling baffled again that this RSA student considered themself some sort of savior when they weren’t taking you into consideration at all. Even he had to learn a lesson or two in regards to it, and he considers it his turn to teach that lesson, challenging them to a duel that would decide where you would end up. Riddle, trusting in his opponents intent to have an honest duel, turned his back to get in place but is shocked to hear the other person winding their spell up already. Your interference is the only reason he’s in one piece but it was at the sacrifice of your own well-being; Riddle cried out your name, nearly panicking as he missed your hand by milliseconds. He can hear the chanting in his head, the word ‘failure’ stamped with bolded red letters, and he nearly lost himself in grief until he sees that Trey and Cater had tailed him. Now that he knew you were safe his face began to grow red, his complete rage turned on the RSA student who would learn the true definition of ‘off with your head’!

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Y/n: I can fit the whole world in my hands

Miguel: tch, that’s impossible

*cups his face*

Miguel: …..please,…I have an image to keep up

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"That's the thing about love. You run away from it, and it ends up knocking at your door. But God forbid you try to chase it, you'll end up running til it drops you."

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Shades of Blue

I've always wanted to explore (even with my broken keyboard) how Thrawn would address someone he cares about needing comfort.

You sat with the other members of the Chimaera crew around the intercom table, your uniform doing very little to keep out the chill seeping into your tired bones. It was too early in the morning to function properly, you were sure your own face reflected the exhaustion you saw in the people sat around you. Well, all faces save for that of your commanding officer. Thrawn's face was devoid of any signs of fatigue, though his expression looked mildly bemused as his red eyes scanned his crew's slack positions.

To your left Commander Faro poured herself a generous amount of steaming caf into a white mug. The cozy smell of it filled the room with a little more life.

After a moment where the Grand Admiral allowed you all to adjust to alertness, he spoke. "I've summoned you this morning so we may continue addressing the Mynock infestation troubling supply lines."

It took everything in you to suppress a groan, the Chimaera and her crew had been trying with no success to rid the fuel chain of the wire-chewing pests. Something in your body language must have shifted enough to draw your Admiral's attention because Thrawn shifted his gaze to you. "What is your opinion?" His voice was smooth and low as it usually was, but he clasped his hands behind his back while waiting for your answer.

You had joined the Chimaera's crew several years ago and had proven to be a competent addition to the team, so much so that Grand Admiral Thrawn had specifically requested you stay on with him even after you'd been offered a position on a different Imperial Star Destroyer.

You met Thrawn's gaze with sudden alertness and confidence, straightening your posture and explaining what you thought to be the best next steps in addressing the Mynock issue. Thrawn nodded at your words, his expression unchanging though you noticed his lips lift slightly in a slight smile as you continued.

One of many things that set your commanding officer apart from all the others in the Imperial Navy was his habit of asking his crew and others who would be considered subordinates what they thought of any given circumstance. He valued the input of others, not a sentiment shared in any other circles that you knew of. This played a large part in why Thrawn's crew felt so loyal to him.

"Perhaps if all else fails we could even try sending out individual TIE fighters against the beasts?" You glanced around at your peers as you finished speaking, looking for anyone else to give their thoughts.

Lieutenant Roz, an experienced officer aboard the Chimaera, snorted a little derisively, his eyes still a little red from sleep deprivation. "And who's going to fly those fighters? I've told you several times already we don't have pilots yet available. I do speak not just to hear my own voice you know."

All eyes flicked back to your face as you flushed, your brow furrowing as you tried to recall that conversation. Lieutenant Roz had taught you many things but you were almost positive he'd never mentioned lack of TIE fighters. You doubted yourself just enough to remain in an embarrassed silence, however. Your eyes flickered over to where Thrawn stood. He didn't look pleased.

You cleared your throat a little awkwardly. "With respect Lieutenant, I don't recall such a conversation taking place."

Roz shot you a stern look. "That speaks to your own incompetence, not my own."

"That is quite enough, Lieutenant." Thrawn's voice was unchanging in its calm cadence, but there was an edge to his words that caused Roz to glance down at his hands upon the table a little bashfully.

You had retreated into yourself at Roz's last comment, your hands folding tightly on your lap as you tried to school your expression into a mask of emotionless politeness. Perhaps it was due to the early hour but his words had stung, especially as they weren't true. He hadn't actually told you anything of the sort yet just made you look like a fool in front of everyone.

Thrawn thanked you smoothly for your input and moved on to asking Commander Faro for any additional information. You hardly heard them however, your ears seemed to be ringing as you fought with your emotions, your lips pressing together as you pretended to drink from your own mug of caf in order to hide your face as you blinked rapidly.

The rest of your crewmates woke up more as the meeting went on past the hour mark and they spoke up and shared their own ideas and calculations but you remained silent. When the meeting adjourned and Thrawn dismissed you back to your stations you hadn't said a word or really looked up from the space of table occupied by your now empty cup.

You rose to stand slower than the others and packed away your papers before departing the room. You felt the Grand Admiral's eyes on your back all the way out the door, though you didn't look around to meet them.

Your feet took you automatically to the washroom where you splashed some cold water on your face, trying to shake this mood off. When you looked into the mirror even you were shocked with how sad your expression was. Definitely something you'd have to work on, being able to mask your emotions better. Especially with an Admiral as perceptive as Thrawn.

You sighed heavily and exited the washroom, taking a moment to pause in the dark hallway, peering out the window into the vast beautiful star scape.

"I value your input, Ensign."

You jumped a little at Thrawn's unexpected voice and turned to face him. His eyes seemed to be fixed very intently upon your face as he spoke. "Do not allow the blunders of others to limit your own voice."

You straightened and gave Thrawn a little smile. "Yes, sir." You sighed a little allowing vulnerability to show. "It was early and what was said probably affected me more than it should have."

Thrawn nodded slowly. "I must admit, the sleep patterns of humans is still a little foreign to me. Your bodies must rest far longer than I am used to." He paused, studying your face a moment, his hand going up to touch his chin thoughtfully. "You did bring up a point I was going to make myself."

Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "You were?"

"Indeed." A small smile touched the corner of Thrawn's eyes. "This may be the perfect opportunity to test my new TIE defenders and their maneuverability."

"But Lieutenant Roz said we don't have pilots." You couldn't help yourself from adding. "Look at that. I remembered."

Thrawn's lips twitched as though he were suppressing a smile, his eyes softening on your face. "Well done, Ensign. The matter of acquiring pilots should be an easy one to resolve." He seemed to think for a moment. "I will have you dispatch a request for three to be sent to the Chimaera posthaste."

You gave him a salute. "Yes, Grand Admiral."

"If I may add a few last words." Thrawn drew a little nearer, his tall stature causing you to tilt your chin up to see his face. "So long as you are striving to learn and improve upon yourself, that is enough for me. Do not hold yourself to an impossible standard of perfection nor allow others to influence your opinion of yourself." His eyes seemed to glow a little brighter as he placed a warm hand upon your shoulder. "And come to me first if anyone continues to be unduly impatient with you."

Your mouth was very dry as his hand rested on your shoulder, it's weight both a comfort and a little intimidating. He seemed to care a great deal about this predicament and your emotional state, it almost was as if he had his own personal experience dealing with such people.

After a moment of looking into each other's eyes, you nodded again at Thrawn, a small smile of gratitude softening your features. "Thank you."

Thrawn removed his hand and moved back to an appropriate distance, his voice was still soft and held a measure of fondness. "Dismissed, Ensign."

[sleepybeanmal]

*book 7 pt 3 orientation*

dont mind me implying nrc a kindergarten rn--

[sleepybeanmal]

Imagine both Leon and Luis offering you their jackets when you start shivering.

“You cold?”

“A little bit, but nothing I can’t handle.”

You say this with your teeth chattering and it was clear on Leon’s unamused face that he wasn’t buying it. The blonde sighs, hiding a slight smirk before his lips return to his characteristic frown.

“Here,” he says, shrugging out of his thick, fur-lined jacket. In doing so, the strong definition of muscles on his arms and chest came into full display and you couldn’t help but note every sculpted line. Those years of secret government training did wonders for his physique and the tight navy shirt left little to the imagination. Your overactive thoughts nearly run wild when his arms flexed out of his sleeves.

Remembering yourself, you shake your head. “Thanks, but won’t you be freezing?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Leon says with a slight smile, his gentle tone echoing yours when you tried to save face in a surprisingly teasing manner. For as long as you’ve known the blonde, he was rarely warm and gentle. His stern, straight-laced demeanor and dry sense of humor often overshadows his kinder, sociable qualities. So to see him so openly considerate was a rare treat. This unexpected side of him stirred feelings inside you that are not at all unwelcome, but you found yourself at a loss for words.

He takes his jacket by the collar and offers it to you with an encouraging look that said that he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer. You breathe out an air of defeat, reaching towards him. Against your will, your eyes roamed over the thick veins of his strong forearm and bicep appreciatively, and you tried to recover by quickly looking up. That was a mistake. He was no longer wearing a grin, but the heat within his eyes intensifies when they meet yours. You felt your cheeks burning under his knowing gaze.

Your fingertips (unintentionally) brush against his as you grabbed hold of the faux fur and was about to accept the weight of the clothing in your hands until you felt something warm and heavy drop around your shoulders. It took you by surprise and you look over to your side to see Luis standing next to you- sans leather jacket.

The Spaniard had his signature lopsided smile on his handsome face as he adjusted the stitched leather around you, making sure that it would not fall. It gave you an opportunity to look him over as well. You knew he wore a white-buttoned shirt, but now that he wasn’t wearing his jacket, you can see how nicely the fabric fitted on his frame.

For a man who considers himself the brains of your group, he was impressively cut. While Luis wasn’t as strongly built as Leon, he had a lean, well-defined waist that would have otherwise been hidden from sight with his jacket on. The sleeves of the shirt hugs his long arms nicely and his broad frame tautly stretches the thin creases that ran across the fabric, accentuating the exposed portion of his scarred chest. It became apparent to you then that Luis left the few buttons undone for reasons beyond just visual appeal.

The dark-haired man chuckled beneath his breath as he caught you staring. “Take mine, my friend. I’ve kept it warm- just for you.”

“Luis,” you started, trying to keep a straight face, “aren’t you worried about getting sick?” Your consideration came from a genuine place of concern and it showed in your voice, but you couldn’t argue the relief you felt wrapped inside the warmth provided by his jacket. You thought the leather would do little against the chilly weather, but surprisingly, it felt wonderful on you- most certainly because Luis’ heat formerly occupied it and the thought of you surrounded in said heat made your already feverish blush deepen.

“Y no te preocupes por mí.” He assures confidently. “I grew up in these parts. This weather doesn’t affect me one bit, so I insist.”

The man doesn’t give you an opportunity to respond.

“Unless…” Luis pauses for a second, playfulness glinting in his grey eyes. He then steps closer to your front. The movement forces you to reflexively let go of Leon’s jacket, leaving it to hang in the other man’s hand to allow room for the Spaniard to step in between you. Now only Luis stands in your full view, his eyes locking yours, all while maintaining his charming grin. “We come in close. Like this.”

The devilish man wraps a daring arm around your shoulders, nudging you closer to him but not forceful enough where you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to. You subconsciously didn’t want to and allowed him to bring you in, stopping to where your chests are merely a hair’s breath away from pressing against one another.

“This way we can keep each other warm,” he continues with a wink. “A good idea, ¿sí?”

Your ears pick up an annoyed scoff and you look over Luis’ broad shoulder. Leon stood with arms crossed, his bored eyes casted to the side as if finding something interesting in the distance. He already had his jacket back on, much to your disappointment.

Before you, Luis wears an amused smirk, addressing the blonde without looking at him with faux intrigue, his focused gaze still resting entirely on you. “Something funny, Sancho?”

Leon ignores the obvious jab, “Just making mental bets on how long you’ll last before you start running your mouth. So far, I’m leaning towards two minutes.”

This made the Spaniard take a step back to turn his body sideways, arm still resting around you. Luis hums thoughtfully.

“Such harsh words for a squire,” he dismisses the counter with a casual shrug, squeezing your shoulder. At the time, you thought it to be a warm gesture, not once detecting the possessive undertones blatantly on display at the action. “Never underestimate a knight’s resilience. Or his endurance.”

If you had paid attention, you would have noticed the two men glaring at one another. You would have caught Leon’s challenging snarl and Luis’ taunting gaze. But no, you were too busy settling into Luis’ jacket, slipping your arms into the sleeves and zipping it closed around your form.

Ashley’s voice calls out to the three of you, announcing that she found something. Without a second thought, you start stepping towards her direction, separating yourself from Luis’ heat. You missed the frown he wore at your absence and by the time you looked back at him, he had on his usual charming smirk.

“Thanks for the jacket, Luis. I’ll give it back, I promise.” You say graciously, causing his grin to widen to a genuine smile. You then stop before Leon, also offering him a grateful look as you patted his chest. It was meant to be an amicable touch but the contact sent jolts of electricity from your palm to your chest. His body exuded an inviting warmth that made you hesitant to withdraw as you spoke trying to keep your voice level. “And I appreciate the thought, Leon. You’re always so reliable.”

You missed the subtle redness in his cheeks then too, willing yourself to give space and continuing to move to Ashley’s location. Both men are left staring after you, longing evident in the pools of silver and blue. After what seemed like an eternity of tense silence, Luis is the first to speak up.

“Dos minutos, mi culo.” He grumbles, a hint of amused irritation in his thick accented voice.

Leon snorts in turn. “That was generous.”