#deaddead

[zeico]

Like im really seeking help onnfiguring out what colors to use for isabella bc its like what colors do i want associated with her? And like layers of meaning and shit. I ask myself these things.

Like want dark cape with some bright lining (red?)(cool color?) Waffling btw a red and purple.

Its still leather armor she wears so torso will be either a black or brown most likely

Like yea sure natrual linen shirt is a look but i need more. Should like play with my extra poofy shirt. Gotta figure out something with the sleeves to be more Extra. Like maybe a band thing and give the sleeves extra poof to play with shapes. Also. Embroidery. thorny rose motif hell yea. But like silver or gold as the main metal?

There is the move ob black/red/gold but thats like... Too vampire and this is curse of strahd. And isabella would not be monochromatic ooh stealthy rogue.

Main inspirations red mage. Isabela dragon age.

[ace-with--a-mace]

bmo just has football aww :(

[ashiemochi]

anubussy - xiv

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

AN: this will be the last chapter for a while till I finish writing the epilogue. hopefully ill stop being so lazy and actually get to it as it's already outlined. my brother's wedding is coming up so ya girl is working hard to save up and get her own dress <3

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“I’m sorry…”

The faintest kiss then –

The alarm really upped its state by being absolutely annoying. The music never started off soft and gradually grew louder to ease him down from his dreamland, but more so blared and yanked him to reality with a big ‘wakey wakey, eggs and fuck you’.

A drowsy groan left through the DSO agent’s lips, his eyes squeezing shut. He was sleeping on his chest, one arm under the pillow and the other dangling over the edge. The clean duvet was draped over his waist.

He reached out to shut the alarm. His hand tapped the cool nightstand before hitting the ringing clock, returning the silence he appreciated. Exhaling heavily, Leon sleepily turned around, fully expecting to find her to pull her close. Except, the cool empty sheets were there to greet him instead.

That made his eyes peel open to see he was actually alone in bed, and he blinked. Alarms were starting to blare in his slow-processing brain as he lifted his head up to look around the room.

No one.

His body was still rebooting as he sat up, trying to process what was happening. The dead chip was still on the nightstand; he was sure it was deaddead because it did give a little fire show the night before.

“So Ah?” Leon’s fresh-out-of-bed voice called out, incredibly confused as he pushed the duvet off his bare torso, being in only his grey sweatpants.

He didn’t hear her reply. 

At first, he thought something had gone wrong. Hurriedly, he swung his legs over the bed but something cold touched his foot. The combat dagger was still there, having been forgotten as Leon was more focused on his wife. 

It was too quiet – too eerily quiet.

Leon chose to stick to the safest route, picking up the knife before getting on his feet. He held the handle in an alarmed manner, his training kicking in as he let his focused eyes take in the room. 

Her clothes, which were once folded and set on the couch, weren’t there anymore. Adrenaline was beginning to loom over the horizon – she was always concerned about being caught. 

What if–

Leon shook his head at the irrational thought, moving carefully but steadily to the bathroom. Last night, he decided to keep the bloodied sheets in the laundry basket so he’d get it cleaned up later – or possibly throw it away before anyone sees it. 

The laundry basket was empty.

His chest was starting to heave as he checked on the kitchen next but nada. There was not a single sign that she was ever here, except for the chip. Her clothes and the dirty sheets were gone. Hell, the coffee table still had his glove and the empty glass cup. 

There were more signs that Leon was ever the only one in the room rather than his wife. Leon stood in the middle of the room, fingers curling into a tight grip around the marble handle of the dagger. He didn’t want to believe it – he refused to.

Numerous what-ifs ran around his head like a carousel. 

What if she was actually discovered and got taken away even when he promised he wouldn’t let them do it again?

She was horribly afraid when she first came into the room; what if she left on purpose and let her anxiety take over?

It doesn’t sound right, but that was what made it worse. Were all those apologies and cries last night just for show? To emotionally use him before she was out on the road once again?

That last thought churned his stomach into itself. 

Leon sped to his phone and picked it up before stilling – she didn’t have a number anymore, at least not one he knows of as her previous number would only end up dead. His eyes darted aimlessly; he was lost. 

Chris.

Chris would definitely know.

Hastily, Leon scrolled through his contacts and found the number before tapping it. He pressed the phone against his ear and waited. Each ringing sounded longer than the other, tantalizing him as if on purpose. It dragged out more of his anxious thoughts – then a gruff voice answered the call.

“Leon?”

“Chris, is she with you?” Leon asked quickly, worry oozing from his lips like broken tap water.

Chris sounded confused, “Who? Leon, what are you talking about?”

“So Ah, Chris.” Leon snapped, subconsciously pacing as he tried to keep himself calm, “Is So Ah with you? Did she go to you or Nivans?”

“No,” He replied, now growing on edge, “Last we saw her, Piers had dropped her off at the hotel – why? What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Leon stood in the middle of the room, swallowing thickly, “She stayed the night and, the chip…”

His eyes landed on the dried bloodied tracker on the nightstand. He was sure it was busted. He saw it break, self-destructing right in front of him. The safety measure was to take out his wife – those heartless fuckers.

“What about it?” Chris pressed on, hoping that the BSAA hadn’t actually succeeded in rebooting it and actually frying her spine, “Leon, tell me what happened.”

“It’s dead.”

Suddenly, the door clicking open caught his attention, taking it away from the useless device. Then his wife walked in, a plastic bag of what seemed to be food hanging from her wrist whilst she was holding onto a carton tray of two foam cups. The scent of freshly baked croissants and coffee attempted to ease his nerves, yet he was more enthralled by her.

She was in yesterday’s attire but now with an oversized denim blue hoodie with the said hood over her head and a brown scarf covering her lower face – which he recognized as her cardigan acting as such. She must’ve gotten the big hoodie from his suitcase.

Slipping her shoes off, her eyes snapped to his and then crinkled into crescent moons at her smile. She pushed the makeshift scarf down as she made her way joyfully to him.

“You’re up!” So Ah beamed, nearly skipping up to him and she pressed a kiss onto his cheekbone where that faintfaint scar resided, “I wanted to surprise you – breakfast in bed ‘n all, but you were always better at that than me.”

“I got,” She stretched the word out, setting the plastic bag and the tray down on the coffee table and then proceeded to take out the white box from the bag, popping it open, “Croissants!”

“Ah, and the bakery had cinnamon buns, but they didn’t offer a vegan version. I didn’t want to eat one without you, so I got these instead! Just don’t eat these, they’re not dairy-free.” 

The girl continued, pointing at the golden pastries as she took off her makeshift scarf, followed by the hoodie; she didn’t seem to be aware of her husband’s silence.

Leon watched her ramble without a care in the world, faintly picking up on Chris calling out for him through the phone. His thumb tapped the red icon to drop the call.

As So Ah folded the clothes and put them on the couch, her eyes darted to the side at something glimmering and glanced at the dagger in his hand. His grip was a little loose but she could see his fingers were twitching around it. 

She wasn’t on edge. She trusted him with her whole life and she knew more than anything he wasn’t going to hurt her. Her back straightened up slowly, growing more concerned rather than anxious.

“Leon, are you okay?” 

His eyes snapped back to the moment and he looked down at the dagger before tossing it aside, letting it fall on the couch. With his chest feeling constricted, Leon stumbled over his own words.

“Yeah, I was just…” He trailed away, putting his phone back into his pocket, “I… I didn’t know where you were.”

She blinked, looking at the food then back at him, not quite understanding what he meant, “I was getting us breakfast.”

“Oh, right!” Her eyes widened a bit with a small gasp, seemingly remembering something as she turned to the hoodie and dug her hand into its pocket.

“Here you go,” She handed him his credit card with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, again. I took it while you were sleeping – I could’ve used mine but…” She seemed nervous, but kept that sad smile, “They would’ve traced it back to me.”

That soft whisper and kiss long before he woke up – she wasn’t planning on leaving him once again. Still, his relief was shooting sky-high. 

“But you’re okay?” He didn’t even look at the card, taking a step close to her and his azuls scanned her for anything that would sound the alarms in his head, “Are you hurt?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” So Ah furrowed her brows, lowering her hand with the card slightly, “Why would I be hurt?”

That was all it took.

His arms were instantly around her, pulling her till there was no space between their bodies as if fearing an inch of such would make her disappear. Leon pushed his face into the crook of her neck, the tip of his nose bumping into her skin and picking up on her oriental scent.

Despite having showered in the hotel with his own shampoo and conditioner, the fabric of her outfit held onto that hint of her usual vanilla smell. His nerves gradually eased down as his fingers dug into her shirt and the other went to the back of her head.

So Ah was frozen at the sudden gesture, her arms hovering as she was utterly confused and now flat-out concerned. His body was curling over hers, not allowing her to really step on her tippy toes to reach for him.

He was already there for her. 

“Leon?” She whispered, trying to look at him but he didn’t release her, and his chest felt searingly hot against her clothed one.

“Just give me a minute, So Ah,” Leon’s low voice was deep, almost raspy with his anxious thoughts having taken over for a good minute, “You damn near gave me a heart attack. I thought you…”

His trailing away was enough to tell her his mind had jumped to the worse possibilities and she frowned deeply. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her finger through his hair and a hitched shaky breath warmed up her skin. Her heart squeezed into itself, and she thought she too was going to start crying for even making him feel this way.

“Oh, Leon…” She muttered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

What once was a surprise breakfast in bed turned into ‘Hey! You almost indirectly gave your husband a panic attack! Way to go!’

It was bound to reveal itself, anyways. His own wife had been gone and presumed dead for ten long months. Every morning was a struggle to get out of bed, leading to a sleepless night. On the nights his body did succumb to rest, nightmares would plague his head, forcing him to stay up; fatigued. 

In some way, it was traumatizing – as if he needed more added to his list.

His grip on her reluctantly loosened when she pulled away to cradle his cheeks. Her heart fell to her stomach at the sight of his glassy eyes, bringing out the ocean blue of those irises. Her thumb caressed that permanent scar on the apple of his cheek as he gazed down at her with such softness. 

Tugging him lower as she got on her tippy toes, she left a lingering kiss on his forehead, eliciting a silent exhale from him. When she pulled away, she held a smile on her face that went into a toothy one when she held his hands.

“Come on! Breakfast in bed!” So Ah started leading him to the bed, releasing only one hand, “Go sit!”

Leon couldn’t help but chuckle a little, listening to her, “Okay, okay.”

As he got comfortable on the bed and brought the blanket up to his lap, So Ah practically ran to the kitchen to get a plate. She returned with two plates and went up to the coffee table. Placing a single big croissant on one of them, she carried the plate along with the foam cup to him. 

“There you go!” So Ah handed it to him, running off to the coffee table again and Leon felt the heat of the cup in his palm.

Sniffing it once before taking a sip, the black coffee brought warmth to his empty stomach. The Han girl skipped up to the bed with her own coffee, probably a mocha, and her croissant on a plate. She sat down crisscrossed so the cup would between her legs. 

As he’d expect–

“Thank you for the meal,” So Ah spoke in her mother tongue and then took a bite, her eyes glowing in glee, “Oh, this is so good!”

Leon gulped a little coffee after eating some of the pastry, brows shooting up slightly, “Better than the cinnamon roll?”

She gave him a look, “Nothing would beat cinnamon rolls.”

He huffed lightly as he shook his head, chewing and looking down at his breakfast. It wasn’t stuffed with anything, but he always liked it plain. The sesame seeds on top of the golden crust were a great touch.

“You know you could’ve gotten a bun if you wanted one,”

“Maybe,” So Ah shrugged, taking a small bite by peeling off the top layer, “But it’s fine, I’m not going to complain now. I’m starving.” 

She wasn’t aware of his perceptive eyes boring into her, beaming in surprise at the melted chocolate oozing from the centre of the pastry. 

His chewing slowed down when he swallowed, rolling his tongue over his molars. He put down the half-eaten croissant and reached for his cup on the nightstand. 

He wasn’t blind, she was slimmer than before. Her face still held that soft appearance to it. He wasn’t a stranger to unwanted weight loss – besides, he did go through something similar in those ten months. He easily replaced the empty space with more muscle, taking his underlying grief out on the punching bag. 

In her case, it wasn’t the same – and he still had unanswered questions about how those months treated her; how horrible were they that she’d shed blood.

He would’ve gotten to the bottom of it yesterday night but he was occupied with the immense anger and desire that it slipped his mind. He only wished it showed on her skin.

Resenting the virus was nothing new to him.

“Hey…” Leon set the cup down, starting, “About last night…”

So Ah blinked, taking a sip from her mocha before returning it to its previous spot. A lot of things happened last night; from the argument to stripping her down from any coherent thoughts but him. 

“Which part?”

Leon silently ticked his head to the chip on the nightstand.

She flinched at that part; w h y.

“Do we have to talk about it now?” She asked nervously.

Leon furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, raising a brow, “Wanna wait another eight years?”

Okay–

So Ah dropped her eyes down to her plate, poking and picking her croissant as she muttered, “Touche.”

Everything was already so good with having a late nice breakfast in bed with fresh pastries and hot coffee. She knew this was going to be talked about sooner or later – they didn’t do much of it yesterday.

“Sweetheart,” Leon sighed, setting his plate and coffee aside and he leaned down onto his arms so his hands were grasping her wrists, thumb rubbing her skin, “Let me help you.”

“I wanted…” She admitted, hating asking for a hand in anything, “I wanted to help you – help us…”

So Ah had gone through a life where she was spoonfed most of her solutions. From having multiple medicines to her family protecting her during those charity events, the Han girl resented every aid she received. It was nice, sure, for everything to be almost too easy, but it was also the reason why everything had gone to shit.

All those pills she accepted? It was her late doctor’s plan all along to create a dormant virus in her.

The BSAA implanting her with the chip so they’d observe the status of the virus? Nothing but a deadly weapon in case the pathogen gets active.

Leon saving her during the H-Outbreak? It only led to him being severely injured that he was out for three days.

Minji being a part of the outbreak in China? It killed her – and she helped her little sister so much, only for the youngest to fail at saving her.

She wanted to do things on her own for once – clean up her mess. She was afraid of asking for help again; afraid it’d backfire and hurt her close ones again.

Leon pursed his lips into a thin line momentarily at her words before speaking, “Look at you. Tell me, do you really think you’re treating yourself right?”

He continued, trying to convince her to let him take the lead this time, “When it comes to us, we both work on it – it shouldn’t be one-sided.”

So Ah stayed quiet, avoiding his eyes and he picked up on the tremors of her hands. She was scared. 

“Listen to me,” Leon pressed on, a gentle look in his eyes, “You’re safe now. That chip is dead, I promise.”

But was it?

What if it was yet another ploy to get her to expose her location? 

Her eyes trailed to the tracker, focusing on any twitch the device might show – anything that’d give away that it was actually still alive and functional. She saw it spark up like a lightbulb going out. She knew it was the so-called safety measure. 

It was supposed to self-destruct and fry her brain. 

What if they were listening to her right now?

Leon tugged her with a firm and determined look on his face, “Don’t look at it, look at me.”

And So Ah hesitantly tore her eyes away from the device.

“Trust me?”

And with little to no second thought, she nodded slowly, “Yeah.”

His gaze softened, trailing his hand to hers, grasping it with such love. A little I’m right here.

“Then tell me everything, right from the start.”

[puppygirl-victim]

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Hello! My name is Komi, my old account got deactivated and i'm here to make a fresh start (〃＾▽＾〃)

I am 19 years old, this is my main sfw blog

I am a lesbian asian-american transfem trying to survive, if you're agaist my existence, kindly, don't interact with this blog.

Perisex! Trying to become a better intersex and transmasc ally.

I will be posting about LGBT+ activism, my experiences with transmisogyny, my opinions on certain issues and fandom stuff! (mostly fandom stuff)

I have diagnosed autism, sometimes i may not understand the tone or the intent of certain texts and not respond appropriately, please be kind because it's really upsetting to have beef with someone for no reason when im just trying to give my input on something. I am never trying to be hurtful, constructive criticism goes a long way.

things i like:

RWBY

deaddead demons dedede destruction

chainsaw man

Dungeon meshi

Madoka magica

Kaguya-sama: love is war

Fire punch

Little witch academia

DnD

Wonder egg priority

tags i will use (though I'm really bad at using them consistently):

#komispeak > my posts

#dunmeshi > dungeon meshi

#tgirlvictim > transfem issues

[wyrdle]

"I for one, am f**king glad that scum is dead."

Part of my AU where Yuri's saved by the SWers who were going to be Lady Killer's victims. Mini fic snippet below. CW for mild swearing, rape/abuse/assault mention.

Yuri had been conscious for several days now, but was no less perplexed by the situation he had found himself in. He was laying back to rest and heal all the, he quotes, "f*cked up injuries" he had.

The bed is scratchy, and garishly ornamented, velvet cushions behind his back helping him sit up. The room he's been staying in is always dimly lit, with the musty smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol and other substances he'd rather not think about.

"The VIP room." The prostitutes, Maria and Lee, had informed him.

Lady Killer's next victims, had Lunatic not interfered.

And now, Yuri had them and a whole group of strangers who knew his identity and did not care, tending to his wounds and housing him away from the authorities.

"Screw the police, they don't give a shit about us anyway." they had almost hissed.

Yuri knew the high rates of rape and assault cases that slipped through the system. Either too dull for Hero TV to cover or ignored by incompetent and corrupt police. Lady Killer himself, had taken 3 lives before his arrest was issued.

Yuri found their company and honesty soothing. They did not mind his scars, and seemed to understand where others could not the horrors humanity could commit. Not the spectacles of heroes vs villains found on television, but the dark, gritty and messy everyday evils. Yuri found himself blurting more about his father and mother than he had ever been able to in years to anyone. (Not a difficult record to beat, in hindsight.)

His whole family is dead deaddead-

They offered their sympathies, but it wasn't patronising like when his father's associates offered their condolences and offers to "help" at his funeral. Freely speaking about his life with one foot in the Justice Bureau and the other in matters of vigilantism... helped. Funnily enough, Yuri found himself taking the role of mediator often, even advocating for viewpoints that directly countered Lunatic's methods for justice.

It seemed, one of the most marginalised of communities in society had many strong opinions about justice and how to enact it. Alternatives even, that Yuri had read once but ashamedly tossed for their idealism. (Or his own trauma-fuelled guilt?) All of them however, held little love for authority, whether it was the pigs in blue or heroes in gleaming gold.

So, Yuri healed, in this strange community of people who stuck out for each other. Each with their own experience of abuse, trauma and discrimination, spoken and unspoken. Only the beaten would have known how to help him with his wounds, physical, mental and emotional. Quite literally, sometimes.

Rei with a medical degree he couldn't use because of discrimination, Sato with their knowledge gathered from years of organising mutual aid, Mira with her kindness and understanding after an angry client blinded her in her left eye and left it scarred shut.

There were less people at Origa Petrov's funeral than Mr Legend's, but it wasn't as cold with these strangers who'd taken him in without judgement.

"What will you do next?" They asked him, when he was mostly okay, and possibly alright with living. Yuri doesn't quite know, but for the time being, working as a judge who was a friend to those who needed support the most sounded good.

Yuri was not a good man, but he learned that there was more to enacting justice than Kotetsu's heroism and Lunatic's punishment. With people he could rely on, life seemed bearable, even hopeful.

For Yuri, that was more than enough.

[maximuswolf]

How and why does EA continue their direction despite backlash against almost all of their games?

How and why does EA continue their direction despite backlash against almost all of their games? With Respawn changing the monetization of their Apex season passes from full season bought with in-game currency to half-season bought with real currency, EA continues to show a complete unwillingness to learn from their mistakes. It completely baffles me that they can somehow pull just the L out of every legendary IP they've ever put their hands on, and keep doing it.Battlefield: 2042 was a dumpster fire and the steam reviews have never recoveredBattlefront: 2 (2017) received massive backlash and partially recovered, remaster of 2005 was a dumpster fireCommand and Conquer: dead other than remastersCrysis: deadDead Space: dead other than a remasterDirt: one of their only winning IPsDragon Age: finally gets a new game but to mixed receptionF1: another one of their only winnersFifa: only had success with 21 and 22 on Steam, rest have fared poorly with Metacritic usersMadden: copy paste garbage consistently below positive on SteamMass Effect: latest sequel had mixed reception, but remaster was well receivedMedal of Honor: deadNHL: copy paste garbage doing very poorly with users on MetacriticSimCity: deadSims: somehow doing fine despite over $1000 of DLC for Sims 4Skate: getting a long-awaited revivalSSX: deadSpore: deadTitanfall: deadUFC: doing very poorly in user ratingsUltima: deadOut of their 65 games released on Steam in the last 6 years (not counting DLC):23 are below positive on Steam (35%). At least 17 of the remaining 42 are remasters or older games that were just recently brought over to Steam (24.6% of 65 games). Another 5-6 are cute little gems made by small studios that decided to use EA as their publisher for whatever reason (Unravel Two, It Takes Two, etc.)(~9% of 65). This leaves EA with just around 20 games on Steam that were released in the last 6 years that have been positively rated by players and are one of their existing IPsOn Metacritic, based on user score, in the last 6 years, EA games make up 17 of the bottom 100 games.Even Metacritic's own publisher ranking ranks EA at #16, with only 68% of their games being "good" by Metacritic standards and only one being "great". The previous year was much the same with only 57% of their games being "good" and zero "great".Many of these games are doing poorly in ratings for the exact same reasons too. Cut features, poor game performance/quality assurance, excessive monetization, lack of innovation, lootboxes; and yet EA still continues to try over and over and over and over to milk every last penny out of their dwindling playerbase.As almost a counterpoint to all of the negative outcry from consumers, their stock is just about the same price as it was 5 years ago. Despite their massive losses in the last half of 2018, EA stock is back up to its pre-pandemic peak.I realize this post-up is pretty negatively charged, but I'm actually really curious about why and how the floor hasn't fallen out from under EA. What is it that investors see in the company?Common sense would say EA wouldn't keep using these monetization tactics if they didn't work, but are they really working? Why? Are the overwhelming amount of negative reviews across their games just written a very loud minority? Do the majority of EA's players not care or not know about their reviews? Are they being carried by just one or two IPs?edit: i always screw up formatting lists Submitted July 08, 2024 at 03:36PM by theselv https://ift.tt/AfXKieF via /r/gaming

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Jason x Danny au where Alfred walks into the kitchen to find the pair baking together and making a giant mess while they were at it. He spotted Cass hiding while recording them and he didn't bother asking why. If he were in her position he'd want to record this too.

Its not every day one saw Jason Todd and Daniel Fenton dramatically singing a duet of Cendrillon while it plays on thier phone speaker.

Alfred really wished they wouldn't dance around with knives or pick a song that doesn't involve lovers murdering eachother. Lord knows Master Dick is convinced Master Daniel is a monster in disguise trying to murder Master Jason. There didn't need to be any more fuel placed on that fire but...it had been a long time since Master Jason had so openly shown his "inner theater kid". Not since-not in a long time.

[timelesswhisper]

I think its time now

To admit that the ending of merlin was the most stupid ending in the history of tv. Lol jk...who am i kidding u all know. Arthur is dead btw... no worries tho im sure he did everything he was supposed to do before he went on and dead died dead.

[that-fkn-graphitepusher]

"Loki, you really are the worst." #art #illustration #marvel #loki #lokilaufeyson #spacestone #tesseract #avengers #avengersendgame #avengersinfinitywar #endgame #infinitywar #infinitystones #thanos #deaddead #forsale https://www.instagram.com/p/BxA_wuPjawd/?igshid=1sw5yqu2y4qj8

[anomadscause]

That time I tried to #Time myself but didn’t even.. or couldn’t even get up over #16mph. #Definitely did that #Mile.2 in 4 or #5minutes TOPS— _____________ #OnNidavellir’ even tho’ I’m sure that Sh!t is #deadDEAD too, #atThisPoint. **you bitches #soDumb** ……………………….. "#ItHurts".. ._😶_ *#Boondocks'#RileyVoice* ..to constantly be reminded of youse and my own #Existence on this place amongst #theHumans and such.” 🧐‘I just wonder if that👿dude still gets a laugh out of it.. ‘Cause… "#iDoubtIt"😶. Especially when I just #WakeUp here.🤷🏾‍♂️ **plus that would be the closest spiritual entity that "I" myself would know and refer to as "#Father" or "#Dad" #GoodOrBad so, "#WhatDoesThatTellYou..😈" Besides the fact that most of youse are #Alive or still breathing because I can’t reach you myself.🤣_ Knowing damn'well that shht can be done #Remotely. …😑’Tell me it can’t… #Uhmm… I’ll wait.”😑;🤣'🤦🏾‍♂️;#LifeOnEarth. .. .with #thePuppets.” "'#Tiqc’" (🤌🏾) #Right?! - while they steal and pilfer "Time" off of people as they please. Uhmm.. WhatThatTellYou??! . ..but, #IM'#theBadGuy?!! 🤨_ :[#WhatAJoke]° (at Hel) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfhn0S1pWHN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hamburguesadelinfierno]

Cristopher siendo Cristopher... lleno de defectos. Buscando... siempre buscando. #deaddead #dead #wakeupdeadman #deadman #tattoo #tigertattoo #japanisetattoo #japanesetattooart #spiritualawakening #vacio #elvacio #tattoostyle #tattoodesign #tattooink #tatuaje #neontiger #tigerart (at Tepoztlán) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3D3dPjD_Vq/?igshid=6n0y9rqgfdep

[pinkydude]

Mitch Anderson | 75/?? | Western AU

[helveticanemh]

I just need to talk about how sad I am about Yashahime and what happened to our babies. No ship wars, just basking in ✨sadness✨

[shakeys-baked-420-blog]

So before #2018 the last concert i went to was in #2014 before then it was 2007 i went to a decsent amount in the #90s and my first and most of them in the #80s my first was #thestevemillerband my 2 and the first one i requested to go to was #joanjett so from 82 to 14 i went to a total of 26 concerts in all give or take so far in 18 ive been to @halestorm @lzzyhale 2 times soon to be 3 the firts with @thedeaddeads the next with @marianbrink @itmofficial @ash_costello @nydrock soon to be 2 times for them then i went on to see #thedeaddeads 5 more times 2 trips to #nashville for a total of 3 shows in #musiccity one with #buckcherry the next on my #birthday in omaha #nebraska the sault ste marie #thesoo with #10years & #seether then on my second trip to #tennessee i seen @tacomouthband and then the #deaddeads again like i said going to another #rockshow then on december 1 @otepofficial that will nring my total to 10 shows in 2018 bringing my total up to 36 (at Casco, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqUpfEMl2OH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1w1ilt1ikji7v

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Hey, if the Damian Wayne x Danny Fenton is called DeadSerious and the Tim Drake x Danny Fenton ship is called BrainDead, then would the Jason Todd x Danny Fenton ship be called DeadDead?

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pussidon - ACT II | xv

✠ Pussidon ↳ sounds like trouble ↳↳ can we eat it?

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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“Leon! So Ah! Are you alright!?”

“Yeah…” Leon spoke gravely, “But things just got bad. Real bad!”

So Ah took in a shuddered breath, lips parted silently as she watched the innocent citizens beginning to make the run for it. They were screaming in terror, some tripping, children being left behind, soldiers being eaten by ravaging zombies who learned to run and jump and So Ah felt useless. 

This was part of their mission; she had it as a list in her head.

- Get to China.

- Detain Simmons.

- Don’t fuck up.

Yet, they fucked it up. She really needed to find out why every mission with Leon must be on a crazy amount of steroids – it was like his luck was in a constant state of screaming all ape shit like ‘GO STUPID. GO CRAZY.’

“Chris, listen to me.” Leon pushed on, watching apprehensively the lost fallen soldiers of the BSAA and the poor people, “I need you to rescue two hostages from an underwater oil field. Agent Sherry Birkin… And Jake Muller; he’s Albert Wesker’s son.”

“...Wesker?” Chris’s voice came in shocked and low.

So Ah pressed her two fingers into her earpiece, “Chris, he’s got antibodies for the C-Virus.”

“... I got it. On my way.” Chris answered, knowing she felt some sort of ‘hey-relating-to-Jake-now!’ considering her situation with her loathed virus. 

She had to kill her own close family friend – and here Chris was, ironically going to rescue the son of the man he killed. The same son who was the only way to save the world – or his blood was. 

Talk about irony. Whoever created this universe has a weird thing with twisted cliches and ironies. Like, a fetish kind of weird. 

(Author: It’s just bizarre. Moving on.)

“Good. Thanks.” Leon nodded and went to cut the call but Chris continued. 

“Wait, Leon. There’s something I need to tell you.”

So Ah knew that tone in Chris’s voice. The same tone you’d use when you’d have some really bad news – like unbelievably, heart-breaking, lung-shattering, bad news. The tone that held so much empathy and sympathy and a buttload of pity. The tone you’d hear at the hospital in the ER section. 

The one where your loved one would be– 

“Ada Wong is dead.”

Yeah, that tone.

So Ah’s eyes widened softly, looking over at Leon only to see him speechless. It wasn’t new for him to keep losing people close to him, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. If this was the same ‘Ada’ Leon had let the BSAA take care of, then high chance it wasn’t truly Ada who had died. 

Then again, this was Ada. 

Leon’s eyes trailed to the ground, his arm dropping to his side slowly. His prettypretty azuls connected to So Ah’s hand reaching for his to offer her comfort yet he didn’t look at her. His voice came out quiet and hurt.

“Copy…” Leon muttered, letting his gaze go to her arm, “Sherry and Jake need you. Don’t let them down.”

The call ended, turning to silence as Helena frowned at Leon, “Are you okay?”

So Ah glanced at her then up at Leon, bringing her other hand to gently caress his arm then she tensed up a little when she felt his hand twist around to hold onto hers, squeezing it tenderly.

Leon looked at Helena, seemingly focused on the mission (which honestly just seems to be getting longer and more complicated) and putting his ‘Is she really deaddead or??’ grief aside. 

“Let’s just find the survivors and get the hell outta here.”

✠

“Echo to HQ! Can you read me?”

“HQ to Echo! Report!”

Luckily for So Ah, she still had access to the BSAA’s intercom.

Unluckily though, she didn’t want HQ yelling in her ear – not when they’ve got their dirty hands on her spine and whereabouts. After brief tapping on her device, she patched Leon’s and Helena’s earpieces to the connection.

It might be illegal and out of pocket but considering the circumstances, it was the only way.

“Hey!” The familiar voice boomed and So Ah found the soldier urging them down the stairs, “What the hell are you guys doing over there?! We need to evacuate, come on!”

“They need our help.” So Ah suggested, gesturing to the blue fog and Leon gave her a firm nod, agreeing with her before rushing down the stairs. 

“We detected traces of the C-Virus in the gas. Looks like the same gas that hit Tall Oaks. Tatchi has gone to hell. We’re trying to get it under control but… Shit!”

“My god…” Helena trailed away, picking up on the thick fog from down the street to her left. 

“We’re moving in to search for surviving evacuees.” The BSAA soldier said into his radio. 

So Ah got to him first, slowing down to a stop with furrowed brows when he turned to face her. She couldn’t see his face, being covered by military clothing and helmet but his eyes were free to see – the same ones she saw back in Tall Oaks. Both of them blinked at each other, surprised. 

“Logan?”

“Agent Han?” The soldier – Logan – said, his greens widening from behind his goggles, looking behind her as Leon and Helena stopped close-by, “I thought you were back in Washington.”

“Well, I was.” So Ah said, “But we had to come here to turn Simmons in–”

“Derek C. Simmons? The National Security Advisor? Why?”

“Not the point.” So Ah shook her head, interrupting him before her hand went to his arm, nervousness and worry replacing her tone, “Is Minji safe?”

Logan nodded, “Safe and sound. She and her son reached the base in one piece.” 

Tears nearly sprung to her eyes in relief, almost keeling over when she sighed out heavily, nodding to herself. Minji was safe – that was all that mattered. So Ah gave him a grateful smile. 

“Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem, Agent Han. Now,” Logan gestured to one of the driving military cars, “Let’s get you three out of here – it’s not safe.”

Leon stepped in, “We wanna help.”

So Ah glanced at the agents behind her and nodded, giving Logan a determined look, “Yeah. I owe you.”

Logan seemed hesitant, noticing his team was scattered, some not even moving anymore. He had worked with So Ah a few times on the field, and he knew she was more than capable – but he also knew that she was a valuable asset to the BSAA. 

Not his words. 

He sighed, nodding at them, “Alright. Come on.”

✠

“We’re taking a detour to the Quad Tower.”

The agents ran after Logan, leading them up the stairs into a store of some kind. A soldier by the door shut it when they went in. So Ah shivered at the sight of the fog clouding the window walls, seeing zombies run by and chasing unfortunate people. 

“You okay?” Logan asked the soldier, “What’s it like out there?”

“All I can see is a shitstorm.” The soldier answered, shaking his head apprehensively at rotten creatures weakly hitting the windows, “And I don’t think that’s the half of it.”

Logan frowned deeply at this then turned to head up the stairs, informing the man, “We’re on our way back to the Quad Tower to check on the evacuees. We’ve got a vehicle out back if you wanna hitch a ride.”

“Logan, always the hero.” So Ah said lightly, earning a huff from him. 

During her BSAA days, Logan was always the one who sealed the escape route. It didn’t matter where he was – he’d constantly manage to find a way to get his team to safety. He was that great with maps and a hell of a driver. 

“Is there something I should know about you two?” Leon asked with a raised brow, clearly feigning jealousy as she jogged up the stairs. 

“Just the fact he can drive.” She smiled.

Helena snorted at that, especially when Leon’s brows shot up in disbelief. 

The glass wall broke in, allowing rabid zombies and the gas to come in. That sent So Ah’s adrenaline to spiral when one of the zombies nearly took a chunk out of Logan’s face. 

✠

“Take cover!” So Ah shouted, a fire grenade in her hand.

Leon and Helena rushed out of the way as Logan narrowly dodged the lick of fire when the whole platform erupted into flames.

“Oh, fuck, who gave her a bomb?!” Logan yelled. 

Leon and Helena pointed at each other as So Ah beamed when the zombies had dieddied down just in time for the other soldiers to open the gate out.

✠

The agents and Logan successfully reached the car, but not without the last few soldiers sacrificing their lives for them. Leon hopped in the passenger seat with So Ah and Helena at the back. 

The drive was excruciatingly slow, Logan having to take it easy as to not ram the car into a wall with how dense the fog was. The zombies were scattered on and about, some even attempting to tip the vehicle over to no avail. 

Seeing the horror outside, So Ah felt more uneasy. Her anxiety nagged her, trying to convince her that Minji and Jiwoo may have gotten into trouble of some sort. This was a viral outbreak, what makes them think that anyone in the world was safe?

As HQ ordered for Echo team to fall back, So Ah fished out her phone from her pocket. She tried to turn it on only for her face to fall when water was still dripping from its sockets. Not even the screen was lighting up – this was the second phone she loses due to inconveniently having to swim for her life. She was seriously going to be asking for a waterproof one at this point. 

“Damn it…” So Ah muttered under her breath, catching Helena’s attention.

“What is it?” Helena whispered, not wanting to be loud as if it would alert the flesh-eating zombies outside. 

“My phone’s dead…” So Ah answered, bringing her hand up to rub the back of her neck nervously, “Ah, I wanted to call my sister…”

“Agent Han,” Logan tried to reassure her, glancing at her through the rearview mirror, “Your sister is fine. Trust me.”

“Yeah, but a little check-up doesn’t hurt…” So Ah trailed away, sad eyes set on her phone with a subtle pout on her plumplum lips, “Was she… You know…”

Logan looked at her through the mirror once again, knowing she was mentioning the argument back in Tall Oaks. Exhaling through his nose, he returned his eyes back to the road. 

“She was quiet the whole flight. She didn’t accept any offered refreshments but her kid did,” Logan informed her, slowly making a right turn, speeding up just a little to avoid being surrounded by the creatures, “Your parents didn’t like how you didn’t come with her.”

So Ah huffed lightly, sinking back into her seat with folded arms, bringing up her shoulders to her face like a kid whose parents never listened to. Her phone felt cold on her thighs, making her shiver a little.

“They’re my parents.” She muttered, trailing her eyes to the window, “Of course, they won’t like it.”

So Ah’s parents were loving, truly – it was just a matter of fear. The cunning side of the BSAA took advantage of her mother’s anxious behaviour with her little daughter being out in the field of rotten monsters and death. They were quick to suggest inputting a tracker on their daughter, lying that she’d be kept safe and ‘It’d be for the best.’

While her mother was well aware of the tracker, all the so-called check-ups were hidden from the family as a whole. So Ah was able to escape her lab rat days when she had transferred to the DSO. She truly hoped that meant the BSAA’s chains were no longer on her – but that was all just a feeble dream. 

The Han family was still under the protection of the BSAA – meaning So Ah too was under surveillance as well. There were horrible horrible days when she would stand under a hot sizzling shower directed right over her nape as a weak attempt to overheat the device and cause it to crack. 

She wanted it off – she just didn’t know how or with what. Not to mention, she was sure it was provided with a system that’d trigger the self-destruction sequence and paralyze her in an instant if she were to try and pry it off. 

A quick glance at the back of Leon’s form was more than enough to make her heart clench into itself. 

The engagement was all about trust – she trusted him with her life, but she didn’t know if he’d still see her the same. 

Leon turned his upper body to look at her from over his shoulder, tone soft and consoling, “Hey, at least she’s safe, right?”

“Yeah, take it from me,” Helena chimed in, “Your sister may be upset now but she’ll realize it’s all for her safety. Besides,” Helena gave her a small smile, setting a hand on her shoulder, “She doesn’t seem like the kind to hold a grudge.”

HM.

“You think so?” So Ah questioned, cinnamons beginning to sting under the sisterly gaze Helena had, similar to Minji. 

Helena nodded, smiling, “I know so.”

So Ah shrugged her shoulders subtly, feeling a tad overwhelmed as she looked over at Leon who gave her a loving and comforting gaze. His lips held onto a reassuring smile.

✠

“This is as far as I can get you.” Logan slowed down the car to a halt once they were out of the thick blue gas, “The tower is right up ahead – you guys keep going. I’m gonna head back and try to find what’s left of my team.”

“Thank you so much, Logan.” So Ah smiled gratefully, following Helena when she got out of the car. They slammed the door shut as Leon gave Logan a thankful stare. 

“Be careful, alright?”

“Always.” Logan gave him a firm nod. 

The road was blocked up by a bunch of crashed cars, meaning they’d have to jump over it. As So Ah tried to find a spot to start climbing up, the voice of Logan calling for his team echoed in the back. 

“Leon!” So Ah called out for her fiance, finding him and Helena shooting the distant approaching zombies coming from through the dense fog. 

Leon glanced at her, seeing her gesture to the barricade and he returned his gun to his holster, silently urging Helena to follow him. Leon stopped in front of the cars, linking his fingers together and lowering himself a bit. 

So Ah went first, sitting on top of the car on her knee. Helena went second and both of them helped Leon up. The Han girl took the time to catch her breath, rolling her shoulders as she looked at them with a nervous smile. 

“No going back, right?”

A gloved big hand reached over to grab hers, giving her a gentle squeeze and Leon had a somewhat confident look on his face. 

“No going back.”

With one final exhale, the three of them jumped off the truck, landing on the ground. So Ah took her Matilda out, mimicking Helena and Leon as they gave the new area a quick scan. From what she could see, there was another blocked road but fairly easy to climb over. 

The tiny hairs at the back of her neck stood up at the sudden sense of dread. A loud screeching noise followed by a truck horn rung in her ears, and she nearly got a whiplash when she turned to see a giant truck heading their way. 

The agents sprung into action, leaping out of the way. A small ‘hmph’ came from So Ah when the rough wet street road was there to greet her. Leon snapped his eyes at the trickling gasoline from the, unfortunately enough, gas truck. It was steadily but surely getting close to a small live fire. 

A silent hitched breath came from the girls and they quickly tried to get up but the fire erupted explosively. The force of the boom sent all three agents to one of the cars, the hit knocking them all out in an instant. So Ah’s body tried to move and heal up, but she couldn’t do anything. 

The last thing she felt before she succumbed to darkness was the subtle crackles of the tracker underneath her skin.

“Hey, uhm�� Can I ask a question?” So Ah asked the lab doctor, watching him write something on his clipboard of paper. 

“Of course, Han.” The doctor replied, not looking up at her as he skimmed over the MRI scans’ reports he wrote a while before. 

“It’s about the thing…” So Ah reached to the back of her neck, wincing slightly at the raw skin of the stitches, feeling her flesh gradually close up as if they didn’t have her spinal cord out in the open just a few hours ago. 

“Why do I have to have it?”

“They’re orders from the higher-ups,” The doctor answered, using his pen to point up, “It’ll keep us updated on any alterations that may happen with the virus without us knowing.”

“... Right.” So Ah looked back down at her hands, staring in discomfort at them as if staring directly at the virus. 

The doctor looked up from his clipboard, seeing her form and he sighed sorrowfully. He set his plastic gloved one over hers, giving her a knowing look of reassurance. 

“It’s for the best, Miss Han.”