bloodstainedmuzzle · 8 months ago
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Resident Evil 4 (2005) Leon S. Kennedy [ 2 / ??? ]
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houseofpaincakes · 4 months ago
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@kreonweek | Day 1
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justtoomuch · 8 months ago
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I love your art so much 😭 any chance you could draw metaltango? (Krauser and Leon)
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Thanks for the request! Have some pre Darkside Chronicles training sesh Leon x Krauser :)
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scringee · 2 years ago
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Metal tango can be so funny if you let it
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danvssomethingorother · 1 year ago
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I consider OG 4 Leon / Krauser more consensual then remake Leon / Krauser. There was a softness there in the original and in the Darkside Chronicles that suggested a loving relationship existed here. Maybe it’s gone by 4 but it’s ghost still lingers.
Where as remake, idk it’s too imbalanced? It’s hard to consider it loving when Leon was trained by Krauser and his words to describe said training are: “it almost killed me.” Also the black mail is still there and Krauser is his fucking teacher…I can’t even imagine Adam being a loving mentor, I really really can’t think of his training instructor having a healthy romantic relationship with him…
So original feels like exes who are bitter at each other but still love each other where as remake is Leon seeing his abuser one last time, still being unable to change him despite being manipulated into thinking there was a soft side here and more broken then before.
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unicorninfektion · 1 year ago
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Day 1: Knife
I'm just super proud of the blood .___.
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stealingyourbones · 3 months ago
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DPxDC the Olympics AU.
Jazz is competing for sharpshooting
Dick is competing for team gymnastics
Y’all can work it out from there :)
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fitzs-space · 2 years ago
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im high as hell and in the little doodle u put in the last ask i thought tango was wearing a bedrock corset and i felt the need to share this
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Waist Snatched if you will.
your High self gives great drawing prompts
bonus doodle:
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pestacular · 3 months ago
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Diluc 🦅🦅 I am SO pleased with how this turned out, my colour work sucked so bad a few years ago and I feel like I’m finally getting to a spot where I (kinda) know what I’m doing. Look forward to more Genshin characters drawn exclusively from the torso up, you can’t make me draw all those detailed designs
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loaflovesdoodling · 1 year ago
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"Why I can't see
that I am the me
that I was born into"
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metal-sludge · 6 months ago
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BANG TANGO (1988 - present) | RAW, July 1989.
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metalcultbrigade · 5 months ago
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Bang Tango - Psycho Cafe 29/05/1989
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ebbpettier · 1 year ago
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i would bet money that agatha wellbelove stands in turnout all the time without realizing it
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inverted-flowers · 3 months ago
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Guys... If you like post-apocalyptic types of fanfic I have some news for you.
Scientists recently discovered that there's rocks that make oxygen. Yeah you heard me! Not a plant, a rock! They're called polymetallic nodules and they're basically natural batteries made up of lots of different metals. They're not sure exactly how the rocks are literally producing oxygen but the theory is that the electricity is breaking up the sea water.
You know what that means right? 😈 hehehe
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scringee · 2 years ago
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I'm having a moment of weakness
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danvssomethingorother · 1 year ago
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I’ve been working on my first Krauser / Leon fic, have a little sample:
-June 1999-
It was midnight and Jack Krauser was awake. Nothing out of the ordinary, his body had never known when to shut off. Summer was in full swing and even with no sun, it felt like an oven. That was likely the reason he couldn’t sleep in the barracks. The base was empty besides him and Kennedy, but he still chose to stay close to his new student. He had made sure Kennedy was still sleeping before slipping out for air.
After a month of not being allowed to shower, Kennedy was smelling ripe, and the heat made it nauseating.
He was out in nowhere Arizona surrounded by nothing but desert and mountains. He found himself hiking up an incline to an old mesquite tree. It was dead, he leaned against it and stared towards an ant hill.
How long till Kennedy broke? That’s what this was about, wasn’t it? One moment Krauser was facing dishonorable discharge for a few incidents his superiors suspected him of and the next he was being paid overtime for it. Kid was fucked up as it was, but Benford had a theory if you took all the humanity out of him, he would be an unstoppable force against whoever gets under the man’s skin. Adam Benford was a real pain in the ass, he wouldn’t take no from Krauser. He either took his offer to train Kennedy for his new little organization or Jack would finally be facing jail time for the mercenary work he wasn’t aware they knew about. STRATCOM needed hardened weapons to get rid of the monsters popping out of the dark and poor Kennedy seemed like subject zero.
Speak of the devil, he didn’t need to turn, the boy was soft footed enough to sneak past the dead (literally he had been told) but as mentioned, kid smelled.
“Major,” he was hesitant. Krauser glanced back seeing his pressed lips and folded arms, his foot was scraping against the dirt.
“I know its your job to destroy me,” he took a deep breath before staring Krauser firmly in the eyes, “But I won’t. After the hell I came from I promised myself I wouldn’t and I don’t plan on it.”
Krauser smirked at the sheer hatred and determination shining in his eyes. Boy had a fire in him. He respected it and he would enjoy smashing him under foot until he was willing to kill whoever the government told him to.
“You say that now, rookie,” he snickered staring into the distance. He didn’t give the boy a chance to react before snatching him by the throat and kneeing him hard enough to take to the ground.
Kid never let the defiance die, surprising Krauser as he smashed a rock to the side of the head or would have if Krauser didn’t know what men like him thought. What they did when pushed. That night he broke the boy’s wrist, the same arm he had previously been shot in. Krauser smiled when he refused to scream, glaring at him and holding his breath until he passed out instead of giving him satisfaction.
The next four days, the boy didn’t say a word. Didn’t complain at being left in the desert and forced to fend for himself. Not a word was uttered when Krauser ate in front of him and didn’t offer him a crumb. He kept glaring at him with that anger and Krauser couldn’t help but like the kid.
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