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[valenvenge]

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[shadowfaxgeraet-245]

People liked my last trans @ ballet class post so...

[dasuedragondesigns]

Just finished my Furry Take Over exclusive pins! Also, made the first pin board that I will be posting in my shop. Yes, I can make custom pin boards now.

[kolkaslove]

The people who make my school's dress code are smoking crack

[racoondoodledaily]

hi, welcome to my blog

I am Mod. I run this blog single handedly (for now) and i’m in highschool, so sorry if I make any mistakes. i’m using the schedual feature for most of this, and i scedual large amounts of posts at a time, so if i don’t fufill an art request, that’s probably why.

speaking of, you can put in a request! it can be anything sfw, idont really mind. but i would prefer it to be racoon related, as that is the purpose of my blog.

feel free to chat at any time, through asks or dms, idm :3.

i usually schedual a couple days a time, and i might not be on this blog for a bit while they post themselves, but thats not definite, i’ll probably be switching blogs all the time ^.^

taglist:

racoons: most posts, except haitus notices and other stuff, will be tagged with this.

dailydoodle: all of the dailys will be tagged with this

doodle: this will be a tag for all doodles

dailyracoon: same thing as dailydoodle

notdaily: anything that isnt a daily.

srs: anything serious

[flightyquinn]

So, I was reading about the Streets Oracle mystery for Pathfinder (shoutout to @dailycharacteroption), and I had this idea.

What happens when playground rumor and organized religion converge?

In a certain city, there was a group of children. Orphans and outcasts, they lived on the streets, with no one to watch over them. No one but each other. The older kids did what they could to take care of the younger, and when they found new children that had been abandoned they took them in. They were a family, not a cult. It all changed with an innocent question, "Where did you get that?" Of course, the older children did what they must. Whether it was food, medicine, or clothing, if their family needed it, they would steal if they had to...but they didn't want the little ones to know that. So when a girl told her little siblings that "Mother Magpie" had given her coin and food, the others were quick to play along. Going out to steal became "asking Mother Magpie for gifts." When the time came to teach some of the young ones to steal, they were told that they must always give all the credit to Mother Magpie, and no one else, or She would stop providing them with things to take. One boy even had the idea to teach the young children to pray aloud to Mother Magpie for what they wanted, so that the older members of the group would know things to be looking for. Another in the group started making charm necklaces for everyone when one of the little ones pointed out that real gods had holy symbols. Of course, it was just a way to keep the little ones quiet. A fun game, but not much more. At least...until one of the children started having visions. At first it was just a flash here and there. An idea of where to find some desperately needed item. Insight into when shop storerooms and mansions' kitchens might be unwatched. Then it was bigger things, like warning the group the night before their hiding place was to be raided by the guards. However, it was the first time their gifted friend cast a cure spell that the whisper spread like wildfire among the older children...Mother Magpie was real.

Mother Magpie is a Chaotic Good deity whose true identity is unknown.

She is a goddess of thieving and trickery, but also of providence, compassion, and protecting children.

Her associated domains are Chaos, Community, Good, Luck, Protection, and Trickery.

Her subdomains are Whimsy, Family, Friendship, Imagination, and Thievery.

Although her most sacred animal is the magpie, she also favors any animals which scavenge from the leavings of society, such as crows, pigeons, racoons, and opossums.

Her holy symbol is a crude rendition of a black and white bird, which is sometimes depicted clutching a rolling pin, or other symbol of maternal status.

[palskippah]

Hmmmm

Preg!Mario but hes in his cat or tanooki suit >:3

Hi!

Anon you're the smartest of the anons ever and also thanks for giving me an excuse to feel less embarrassed of posting preg cat Mario here ajskdjak

Here's some ideas regarding the cat suit when Mario's preggy bc about the tanuki suit I've got like one:

-When Mario's with the cat suit, his body becomes cat-like (surprise :0 omg) and that means he's much more flexible, so he really likes to use the suit when he feels overwhelmed at how much he can't do now that his pregnancy's so advanced. When he's a cat he can stretch like he wants, his belly doesn't feel as cumbersome and he can even loaf for a lil' while (until it becomes uncomfortable, and he has to change positions).

>It's for those reasons that, let's say that at the last weeks of pregnancy, Mario sleeps at night with the suit on. He sleeps soundly and wakes up feeling very rested, never mind whichever weird position he was in, he feels great.

>Now this is a problem for Peach's sleeping, because since Mario's able to pull weirder positions to sleep in, she often finds herself with a very pregnant cat just sleeping on top of her and snoring the loudest he ever has. The whole night. She doesn't say much about it, she's glad that Mario is resting and sleeping well, because before they figured out the Super Bell, he couldn't move much when sleeping, since any change in position could alter his comfort. He could be laying in his side, and if he tips a bit too forward his belly starts pulling at his back and makes it ache, but if he tips too backwards, the weight of the babies makes him feel short of breath- so basically he can't do anything without feeling discomfort.

>Before Mario was pregnant, he moved everywhere too when he slept at night, but Peach could easily hold him and pin him down and whenever he moved, she just hugged him and manhandled him to her own comfort, he always slept so deeply that he didn't really notice that he was being thrown around like a doll. BUT it's much harder when the small guy is pregnant with twins, it isn't just harder to move him since he's heavier, but also, she doesn't want to cause him discomfort nor jostle the babies too much. She doesn't want to move him around this time either, and yeah, she could just scoot away from Mario, but he always unconsciously looks around for her body to get closer. So, Peach stays right in the middle of the bed, it's much better being uncomfortable there, than at a little corner where she's still going to have Mario right over her.

-About tanuki Mario, the fact that they gain some weight when they have the Super Leaf was not pulled from my heart, the source is here SJDKSJ from Super Mario Broth's twitter. Also, I think it was the racoon power-up, but honestly I don't get the difference between that one and the tanuki one hwdwh

>So, he just feels a bit less agile with the tanuki suit on, so he doesn't use it as much unless necessary- prefers the cat suit the most :y

-One morning Peach finally snaps, and pretty much yells at Mario that she can't take it any longer and she's so sleepy. Mario jumped in place from her outburst but kept listening silently while she rambled about how Mario stays almost on top of her ALL night and he wouldn't let her fall asleep and it's been so many nights already and if she goes another night without sleeping, she'll go crazy- and when she's breathing to get her air back after all that, he says almost shyly, why don't you use a Super Bell too?

>And Peach pauses to look at him and then at the ceiling in such a deep disappointment directed to herself that Mario feels bad for having to resist the urge to laugh. Why didn't I think of that-? she asks herself, raising a hand as if ready to smack her own forehead, but then she redirects the hand and points a finger at Mario, You- I think the pregnancy brain is contagious, she mutters, with a crazed look in her eyes that completely comes from not getting her usual eight hours of sleep each night. And now Mario can't resist the giggle that left him.

>From then on, each night both sleep soundly, yippie!!

-Btw I love drawing sleeping characters with drool, it's like they're having a really good sleep aksdjsaj

-BTW look at the first drawing I made of tanuki Mario last night, to figure out how it was JSKSJD the silly

-ALSO, it was Peach who gave the solution initially askjdasd

[Mario's laying on his side partially while complaining about his back, Peach comes up with the solution of the Super Bell, and then there's Cat Mario deeply asleep in the same position as before aksjdsa]

[rollingsins]

Tara freaking out, wondering where R is only to see her and Sam come through the door, laughing with shopping bags in hand cause they had a ✨️future in-laws girls' day✨️ 😂

Filled, thanks babe.

“Call me back right now,” Tara hisses into the phone. 

She paces back and forth, the living room a mess. Cushions strewn across the floor, coffee table toppled over in a fit of panic and rage and more panic. 

“I mean it, YN, this isn’t funny. I have no idea where you are, you could be lying dead in a ditch for all I know. Call me back or I’ll-” 

She stops. Tries to think of an appropriate reaction for a slight of this sort. 

“I’ll call your Dad.” She nods, in agreement with herself, “I’ll call your Dad and tell him you’re missing and you know what happens when I get him involved.” 

She hangs up. 

She takes a deep breath. Her mind wanders to the worst - another Ghostface, some psychopath determined to take vengeance for some minor crimes Tara had committed when she wasn’t of right mind.

Then - her mind wanders to something much, much worse - maybe, you’re out with another woman. 

The thought almost flattens her. 

She breathes deep, rage and anger and jealousy brews like a tornado in her chest. She reaches for one of her Mom’s dumb decorative ornaments - a crystal duck - and tosses it as hard as she can to the floor. 

It shatters, leaving a mess of glass in its wake. 

Tara reaches for her phone again, determined to call once more. Her fingers quiver over your name. Remorse floods deep through her. 

You’re missing. You’re missing and she’s yelling at you. 

Tara swallows. She presses the phone to her ear once more and closes her eyes the moment she hears the beep of your dial tone. 

“Hi babygirl, it’s me again,” She says, voice softer, “I’m sorry for yelling, I’m just worried. Please call me back, sweetheart, I’m going out of my mind-” 

Tara freezes at the sound of a car on the driveway. 

She hears the sound of a laugh - Sam’s laugh and then yours. 

Her stomach flips. 

She races to the front door, trying to clean up the mess of her ire in her wake.

When you open the door, Tara is standing right in front of it. Her face is a little flushed, her eyes a little wild.  

“Hey baby.” You say, with a bright smile. You’re holding shopping bags in your hand. 

“Hey,” She says, voice a little high, “Where were you?”

“Girls day!” Sam says, jutting past the two of you, shopping bags in hand. 

Tara frowns. 

“I’m a girl, aren’t I?” She says, sounding a little aggrieved, “Why wasn’t I invited?” 

“Future sister-in-law day,” You say with a smile, pecking her cheek, “Sorry, babe, no future fiancés allowed.” 

Tara relaxes a little. She can’t help the smile that edges over her lips. 

“I got you something,” You tell her, bumping her hip with yours. You lower your voice so Sam can’t hear, “I’d give it to you now but I want you to wear it for me later.” 

Tara’s ears perk up. She peers into the bag you’re holding. 

And then Sam moves into the living room. 

“What happened in here?” Sam asks, looking crestfallen. 

Tara swallows as four sets of eyes find hers. 

“Um, nothing,” Tara says, voice hasty, “There was a racoon or something.” 

Sam’s eyes widen in horror. 

“Don’t worry, I got rid of it,” Tara says. 

Sam drops her bags and hurries off to no doubt clean up the mess the raccoon had caused.

“Do you mind if I borrow your phone?” Tara says, but it’s not a question. She reaches into your back pocket and tugs it out, “Thanks babe, I need to call Chad.”

“Something wrong with yours?” You question, voice wry as she fumbles your PIN into your phone. 

“Yeah,” Says Tara, eyebrows knit as she moves to clear your voicemail, “The raccoon- stole it.” 

“A raccoon stole your phone?” You question, eyebrows raised. 

Tara blinks up at you. 

“Peed on it,” She says, “Sorry. The raccoon peed on my phone.” 

She’s a terrible liar. But it’s fun to watch her try. You press your hand to her lower back and lean in to press a kiss to her forehead.

“You left a bunch of semi-threatening voicemails on my phone, didn’t you?” You question. 

Tara has the decency to look sheepish. 

“No.” She says, somewhat unconvincingly. 

You smile. Circle her back and press a kiss to her lips. 

“Sorry, baby,” You say, “I should have called.” 

“Mom’s duck!” Sam exclaims from the other room. 

Tara wedges her head into your neck. Her hands circle your waist, gripping tight. You press a tender kiss to the side of her head as Sam reenters. 

“I’m calling the exterminator,” Sam says, sounding stressed, “If a raccoon can cause all this damage while someone’s in the house, god knows what it can do if we’re all out.” 

She retreats back into the living room, hands in her hair. 

You sigh. Press a kiss to Tara’s lips and decide to save your girlfriend’s dignity. 

“I’ll call my Dad,” You call out to Sam, resigned, “He knows a guy.” 

[dairy-farmer]

Not nearly enough JasonXTim size kink where Jason is just besotted how little Tim is

vigilantes are, by nature, generally on the higher end of the spectrum for body size. even the atom whose job is to shrink to microscopic sizes is fucking huge compared to the general population. and while jason has no place to judge given that he's the biggest bat behind bruce.... that little squirrel part of his brain, the part that's still baby jay, tensed up whenever he was in the presence of big men and women. because a childhood of being small meant he'd been shown his place more than once by anyone who didn't like his mouthing off. and even though jason could hold his own that didn't stop the part of him that had spent the first decade of his life being prey.

so with tim...it's purely attraction based at first. the allure of someone being so small so light and easily manipulated. if jason wanted to he could scoop tim over his shoulder and just GO.

tim would cave his skull in with his first and rip out every hair on his head by the handfuls because he fought like a rabid racoon. but...still jason COULD do it. tim's small and looks like a kid. jason and dick still have a laugh every time they go out to a restaurant with him and tim gets handed a kid's menu.

tim is small. his waist is trim, he looks deceptively soft and sweet and god does jason want to fuck him- just to see what it'd look like. tim on his cock and squirming and pinned down with barely any effort from jason. tim takes the definition of the word 'twink' to new heights and jason thinks its a damn shame any moment he's not on his dick,

[denimbex1986]

'When Cillian Murphy took to the podium during Sunday night’s Golden Globes, his nose smudged in his wife’s lipstick, it was as if a door had opened on this Hollywood Neverland and an ambassador for the real world had stepped through.

Accepting the Best Actor in a Drama award for Oppenheimer, Murphy wasn’t so much un-starry as stonkingly everyday. Here was a normal person who had somehow beamed into peak Tinseltown and, if pleased, was also clearly a bit perplexed by it all.

The Oppenheimer win has made Murphy a frontrunner for the Oscars. In all likelihood, he will be up against a creepy Barry Keoghan in Saltburn, an overblown Bradley Cooper in Maestro, and a fervent Leonard DiCaprio in Killers of the Flower Moon. With the arguable exception of the grandstanding Cooper, all would be worthy winners. And yet, underdogs everywhere will be cheering for Murphy. He’s spent the past 20 years negotiating Hollywood on his own terms and has rejected Tinseltown’s showiness in favour of staying grounded and playing the long game.

Murphy always wanted to be an actor rather than a star. Such a choice could easily have condemned him to a lifetime of supporting roles. Or a hiatus in TV, to which he seemed exiled when he settled in for a long run as Tommy Shelby in Birmingham noir Peaky Blinders.

But his decision to turn away from flashy parts has proved inspired. He is that rarest of things: an experienced A-list actor who comes to the Oscars without baggage. Unlike DiCaprio, he hasn’t had to overcome a past life as a teen pin-up. Nor does he have to justify a lucrative stint in comic book films, as Cooper has with his time as Rocket Racoon in Guardians of the Galaxy.

Above all, Murphy goes into Oscar season as an antidote to the “look at me!” culture of the social media era. In an age when fame is regarded as the ultimate commodity – more important than awards or critical acclaim – Murphy would rather let his work speak for itself. He lives humbly in suburban Dublin with his wife and two children – and his great passion outside of acting is music, as demonstrated by his semi-regular presenting slot on BBC 6 Music.

That’s lifetimes removed from Hollywood, with its self-mythologising and turbo-charged fakeness. It is also of a piece with his career since he broke through playing a survivor of the zombie apocalypse in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later. Ever since, he has chosen his jobs thoughtfully. In so doing, he has assembled a body of work of which he can be proud.

He hasn’t been above popcorn. He was a memorable villain in Christopher Nolan’s Batman Begins, where he played the Scarecrow as a trippy nightmare. But even when shooting for the box office, Murphy has been studiedly un-starry. Careful to keep his ego in check, he’s often happy in an ensemble – hugging the background in A Quiet Place II and settling for an extended cameo in Nolan’s Dunkirk, where he was content to let Harry Styles and Tom Hardy hog the spotlight.

Hog it they did – yet it was Murphy who proved to be in it for the long road. Because he could go into Oppenheimer without a Hollywood aura, he disappeared into the role. If hardly obscure, he nonetheless assimilated fully into the part. Throughout that film, you were aware of its stars. Florence Pugh and Emily Blunt doing their best with under-written female characters. Robert Downey Jr trying to pretend he hadn’t spent a decade as Iron Man.

Murphy, by contrast, split the acting atom. He vanished into Oppenheimer with a performance that exuded humility and sincerity. Bookies have now installed him as a favourite for the Best Actor Oscar. If he wins, it would be a victory for knowing who you are and what you stand for and believing good work has value beyond short-term acclaim. Above all, his success shows that it is possible to stay grounded while scaling Hollywood’s giddiest heights.'

[dognonsense]

Safety pinned patches to my ukulele bag :3 two long ones are three racoons patches, the dog nonsense my own merch, and the eye by my friend ruby :) my ukulele bag is ready to take me to play folkpunk wherever i want

[fullyfazed]

I love their Asian-style fishing summer home so much, so naturally I had to give them a costume change

close ups and style notes below :)

Philza:

Purple and yellow ribbon woven into a now handmade straw hat

Duck, skull, and flower charms from previous hat

Small windchime! Just because!!!

Has a slight sunburn and new freckles from fishing all day

Missa:

Glowing eyes and shadow skin, as always

Kimono style top is styled in an inverse y, because he's dead

White chrysanthemums on his haori to symbolize death

Chayanne:

Black and pink racoon tail for Missa and Techno

Duckie Haori instead of his floatie :3

Horns are longer and I've added a tail to his and Tallulah's designs!

Tallulah:

Black mushroom, music note, and flower pins/embroidery on hat

Hearing aids

Brian! Tallulah has been the bird queen during QSMP24 so I thought it would be more appropriate than her traditional flute.

Flower and plant embroidery on dress

Her dress was inspired by those cute dress overalls mixed with the high waisted style of Hanfu's!

Bracelets representing Phil, Missa, and Chayanne

Horns have also grown slightly, but not as much as Chayanne's

[whumblr]

Jaybird screaming in the dead of night

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

-

“Hey Jay,” Zayne sang, slowly, menacingly, butchering ‘Hey Jude’, while swirling himself around the corner into the kitchen startling Jay. “Don’t be afraid.”

Jay, at the first notes of his name in rhyme, turned away from the counter and his dinner prep, his eyebrows raising in surprise and the hairs on his arms in alarm. Just hearing his name in song gave him many reasons to be afraid. He raised his chopping knife in an automatic response, just holding it out in front of him.

“Drop the knife,” Zayne said, now stepping forward and emphasizing his words with the click of his own knife, flicking it up, “Unless you want to compare which one is sharper.”

His kitchen knife might not be as sharp, but it was coated in onion juices. Not an experiment Jay wanted to engage in. With a loud clank, he dropped it in the sink, falling another step back.

Zayne kept advancing on him, slowly, backing him into the dark corner of the kitchen, talking and waving his knife about with every step. “So, I just bumped into your neighbour, downstairs. Or well, he almost fully crashed into me, really. So I shouted after him, holding the door open for him, ‘Hey, what’s the hurry?!’ And you know what he shouted back?”

Probably, yeah, Jay had an inkling of where this was going. And how it was now going to bite – stab – him in the arse. But he kept his mouth shut, dread stealing his voice and knowing Zayne would continue his terrorizing monologue anyway.

Which he did. “He said, ‘Sorry, I’m late!’. So I asked, ‘Late for what?!’” The conversational tone fell away as he leaned forward against Jay, one hand brushing against his, pinning him to the kitchen counter. “Work,” he breathed in Jay’s face. “He was late for work.”

Jay leaned back as far as he could, hands on the edge of the counter, arms bending. He tried to make a soft hum in feigned surprise, but it turned to a soft but sharp inhale as the knife was brought up in his face.

“You never told me he works night shifts,” Zayne crooned, brushing the flat of the knife over Jay’s jawline.

“I mean, it never really came u—”

“But then it all started making sense, you know. How you always tried to hold back on your screaming in the afternoon. And here I was, making an effort to keep the noise down at night…”

The knife fell away from Jay’s clenched jaw, dropped against his clavicle and disappeared under his collar. The cold sensation turned sharper, gradually pressing into his skin.

“Well, no need to worry about that now, you don’t have to hold back. He just left. You can scream as much as you want.”

~

~Bonus~

Zayne leaned back and pulled the kitchen knife from the sink.

“What were you chopping?” he asked, turning the knife back and forth as if he could analyse what was on it (instead of, you know, looking back).

“Onions...”

“Hm.” He swiped his own blade over the knife as if sharpening it, making them sing a threatening tune together. “Do you think it stings in more than just your eyes?”

“You don't need onions to make me cry,” Jay tried to goad him into dropping the knife. He didn’t need a dual-wielding Zayne.

Zayne merely stared at him, eyes softening to a fond expression as he was mulling it over and the stupidity of Jay’s words hit him.

“You’re right,” he said, to Jay’s short-lived relieve. Then his tone shifted and he merely whispered: “I don't.”

-

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[mackjlee9]

Heyy!! I love your writing and was wondering if I could request a Resident evil 4, Leon S. Kenned x male reader. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

After Leon was sent to save Ashley Reader is sent to back up Leon (and Leon didn’t know that so he is kinda mad that they thought it would be a good idea to choose reader for it) on his mission and after a long and annoying search, he ends up finding Leon in the village. At first, he thought Leon was some sort of villager and attacks him. He pins him to the ground but then realized who he is and reluctantly apologizes which just makes the situation worse between them.

When they find Ashley and then lose her later Leon gets injured badly because he just rushed in without thinking to save Ashley. But he couldn’t and they ended up fighting when the coast cleared. In reality, reader isn’t mad about the fact that they lost Ashley again. He is mad that Leon got hurt in the process and Leon noticed that reader was worried about him. That could lead to an angry make-out session. Enemies to lovers typa thing

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

(M/n) is not exactly sure why or how it happened. Maybe it was the fact he was someone that had also been in the wrong place at the wrong time like Leon, but Racoon City wasn't easy for either of them, but Leon didn't like how (M/n) just kept doing whatever he wanted without taking the necessary precautions.

Later, thanks to Marvin, Leon had learned that (M/n) had been brought in for interrogation regarding the beating and murder of a wanted criminal, but the outbreak happened and (M/n) had managed to fend for himself, helping out a few officers, shooting those that had turned without hesitation, which had made others dislike him greatly, even if they saw a glimpse of hope with him around, and then Leon arrived.

He and (M/n) just got off on the wrong foot, and it just sort of stuck with them through the years.

However, while their rivalry was an obstacle in itself, they had proven to others that they could work best when together, so with them working for STRATCOM was already annoying for them, and being paired to go on missions together was even worse.

Especially when (M/n) would respond sarcastically to a comment or observation he made, not caring about anyone's safety except his, but (M/n) knew full well that Leon could handle himself just fine, which led Leon to think he was a major asshole that doesn't give a shit about others.

And then, there were the flirty comments that Leon just couldn't stand listening, making his blood pressure rise, definitely needing something to punch to be able to cool down. That's how (M/n) would know he actually pissed Leon off, he enjoyed watching the blond beating the shit out of everything that got in his way, but of course, Leon would very much rather punch (M/n) instead, but this would do... For a while at least.

Seeing the usually stoic and immovable Leon Kennedy so mad at him obviously worked to bring a victorious grin to his face, following far enough to not be on the receiving end of Leon's anger, after all, that guy knew how to kick.

//////

The first time they weren't sent on a mission together, it felt odd. On one side, Leon was finally at peace and didn't have anyone getting on his last nerve, but that also meant he had alone time with himself, leading to him remembering gruesome memories of the past, unable to snap out of them by himself. He would never admit it out loud, but he kind of missed (M/n)'s presence- but only because he served as a distraction from his own mind.

On the other side, (M/n) was bored out of his mind. If they weren't on a mission he would bother Leon in the office all day long, usually ending up in them fighting for real, but masking it as a "training session", but now? There was no one to entertain him and that bothered him more than he'll like to admit.

But while he was in the shooting range with a sniper rifle, he saw the shadow of someone approaching him out of the corner of his eye, so he sighed as he reloaded the rifle again, and looked at them.

"Your support is needed, Agent," standing up, he set everything he used in its place and silently followed her down the hall and into an office.

His tactical equipment and radio were handed to him while he was being briefed about the current situation.

'Condor One' has been M.I.A for over four hours, and was gonna be one to bring his support and find him, be Leon's back-up. Already in the helicopter, (M/n) was given a summary of what had happened, attentively listening to everything Hunnigan told him through his communicator, sending him images of the digital map they had of Leon's route and path, explaining how his last ping happened in the middle of a lake and how it disappeared after an hour.

"Copy that, Rooster, I'll keep you informed once I arrive, Condor Two, out."

//////

"This is as close as we can get for now, Condor Two!" The pilot screamed at (M/n) once he had taken his headset off and was attaching the rope to his harness. He looked at the pilot and nodded once, it was understandable that they couldn't approach the village more, after all, Hunnigan had told him about the two police officers that had driven Leon over to the outskirts of the city, one of them was killed with an axe while the other was burnt alive... He sighed thinking about the poor men, but there was nothing he could do about them now anyway.

"I'm going down!" He walked closer to the door and opened it, signaling the pilot to get them closer to the ground, as much as they could with all the trees around the place.

Making sure the rope was secure to his harness and to the chopper, he threw off the remaining black rope and slid down as quickly as he could, unattached himself and giving an 'okay' sign for the co-pilot to pick up the rope while they flew away.

(M/n) watched the chopper leave for a few seconds, before glancing around him. He was standing by a cliff, a rather dense woods awaiting behind him, taking a deep breath, he walked closer to the trees, deciding to hold his combat knife rather than his pistol, it would help him stay hidden and be more stealthy.

After doing some more walking, he found the trails left behind by a car, marks in the mud rather erratic, surrounded by various pairs of footsteps. He checked his device and kept walking the way Leon had walked through hours ago, and soon enough, he spotted a cabin.

Walking through the open door, (M/n) saw the corpse of a villager around the corner, his head out of place due to his broken neck, the deep indent of a knife was all he needed to see to know Leon had been there. He walked out again and continued moving forward, staying hidden in the shadows and behind the trees, taking advantage of the lack of light as the sun was setting behind the woods, slowly disappearing and leaving way for the moonlight to shine.

At least, he would be harder to spot by the Ganados for now.

(M/n) walked through the village, going past the same windmill Hunnigan told him about, and he could see the lake from afar, but it was too dark for him to see anything, even so, he didn't really see any sign of Leon around.

With every passing minute, (M/n) started thinking that Leon might have been hiding, probably badly injured and needed to rest, not being M.I.A for so long just didn't sound like something Leon would do, even if he was having his last breath. So maybe he missed some spots on his attempt at finding the blond as quickly as he could, so he decided to backtrack for a bit, after all, he had seen the church a while back, which Hunnigan had said was where 'Baby Eagle' was being kept.

Maybe Leon was heading that way...

The sound of his radio caught his attention, and he responded.

"Condor Two, I have been able to contact Condor One, I'll send you his coordinates right away," (M/n) hummed and took his device out, hearing the faint ding and watching a message pop up, "Condor One has been briefed about you being there as back up, Condor Two, meet up and stay safe."

"Copy that, Rooster."

Jogging back the way he came, (M/n) found himself in the village quicker than he anticipated, he knew Leon had to be heading toward the church so he knew where to go. Sort of, anyway.

But something happened.

He heard it first rather than seeing it. Someone grunting in pain, coughing, and wheezing as they struggled to fill their lungs with oxygen. (M/n) pressed his back to the nearest wall, and peeked his head around the corner.

Thankfully, the person had their back turned, so that gave (M/n) some leeway to get closer, the dim light surrounding them worked to hide him even more, although it made seeing the villager harder, he could make out their silhouette, It was a man by the looks of it. His coughing masked the slight crunch of (M/n)'s boots on the dirt.

Keeping a tight grip on the handle of his combat knife, (M/n) observed how the villager began standing up, his body slowly turning around to face him, red eyes seemingly glowing in the dark engulfing them. Without a second thought, (M/n) jumped the man to get rid of him and keep going on his way to find Leon, but this villager was putting up a real fight.

Having him pinned under his body, (M/n) used his upper body strength to press down on the villager's arms, pushing against him and preventing him from cutting his skin open, his (e/c) eyes never looking away from those red eyes of his.

However, the villager had moved his head away just in time before his knife could pierce through his skull, and while he pulled the blade off the dirt, the man under him started using his strength to push him off. With his knife now knocked away from his hands, (M/n) only had his fists to finish the villager, but he was still putting up a tough fight.

But with one punch to his chest, the flashlight attached to his shoulder and chest strap flew away a couple of feet, rolling for a moment. Apparently, the hit had turned it on and now they were able to clearly see each other's faces.

"(M/n)?" He asks out of breath, the red eyes now gone, now back to his blue eyes.

Was I... Seeing things just now?

"Uh, sorry... Didn't know..." (M/n)'s words died out as he moved back and began standing up, reaching his hand out to help Leon stand up too. The blond frowns at the action, but silently takes (M/n)'s hand, and dusts himself off as a way to avoid the awkward and tense silence, "Let's..."

He stops for a moment, walking to where his knife landed and holstering it back to his strap. Leon does the same, leaning down to pick up (M/n)'s flashlight, turning it off, and handing it back to him, who silently grabs it and attaches back to its place.

"Let's just keep going-," before they could take a step in the direction that would take them forward on the mission, the light of the fire on torches starts surrounding them from every direction, and quickly realizing they're outnumbered, they run to the cabin behind them and stay hidden inside until their path clears up enough to make their way to the church.

//////

"Ashley!" Leon's panicked voice makes (M/n) turn around from the lock he had been trying to unlock, and he sees the blond shooting at the caped creature taking Ashley away.

(M/n) hurries to open the lock keeping them inside the cage, and Leon is quick to bolt out, not caring about anything other than getting Ashley back, "Leon!" He calls him and immediately starts running after the man.

He just wanted to get to Leon and Ashley, get her safe with them again, go back home, and forget everything had happened, but of course, nothing is ever easy in this job, in this life.

While running straight ahead, Leon didn't even see the knight stumbling his way toward him, despite the loud clanking noise the armor did, Leon could only think about getting Ashley back, about her safety over his. But (M/n) saw the knight, calling out to Leon a little too late.

"Watch out!" Being snapped out of his tunnel vision, Leon barely managed to see the knight swinging its sword down at him, and he used his momentum to dodge the hit. Well, he didn't fully dodge being hit, he just dodge being cut in half, because there was a gash on his torso, going right through his middle in a diagonal line, blood gushing out rather rapidly.

(M/n)'s legs moved as quickly as they could to be able to make it to a groaning Leon, shrugging his jacket off and laying it over the blond's wound, pressing on it with one hand while his non-dominant hand grabbed his pistol and shot at the plaga coming from underneath the knights' helmets.

"Put pressure on it, I'll take care of this," Leon grunted and pressed his hands down on the jacket, doing his best to try and stop the bleeding while (M/n) risked his life for him.

"You should... Go after Ashley..." (M/n) didn't give any signs of having heard him, but he definitely did. And damn, he was getting pissed at Leon now.

Leon watched how every knight fell to the ground, every singular piece holding itself together by the plaga coming undone as it was killed, and soon enough, every single one had been taken care of. (M/n) sighed and turned toward Leon, holstering his pistol and walking toward him to check on his wound. It was still bleeding.

"Shit-" he draped Leon's arm over his shoulders and wrapped his arm around his waist, "Don't you fucking dare die on me, Kennedy, keep the pressure on that."

Whether the grunting was from pain or a sarcastic response, (M/n) didn't know, he just had to find a room in this stupid castle where he could tend Leon's wound.

//////

Laying the man on the bed, (M/n) tried to look around for something that could serve to clean the wound or bandage him up, but all he could find was a bed sheet, somehow cleaner than the others he had found.

For now, he had managed to stop the bleeding, and had used Leon's last spray on the wound, hoping it would numb the pain and help him heal faster. The blond frowned at the stinging pain but didn't complain.

"Sit up," Leon looked at (M/n)'s serious expression for a moment as he sat up on the bed, he was obviously mad at him and he didn't blame him, they lost Ashley and had to find her again, along with the wound that went from his abdomen to barely reaching his chest... He just made the mission harder than it already was.

(M/n) proceeded to use the pieces of the sheet he had torn up to bandage him up the best could with what they had. These kinds of moments were too quiet for their liking, it wasn't unusual for one or the other to get hurt while on a mission, but it was always weird when the other required help, it wasn't the same angry tension between them, instead it was an uncomfortable silence that neither of them could get used to.

They hated those silent moments.

"Are you stupid or do you have a death wish?" Was all (M/n) said when he succeeded in wrapping Leon up a bit, he definitely needed medical attention to stitch the wound and to prevent or fight the infection that will show up sooner or later, but they still needed to find Ashley as quickly as possible.

Leon turned to look at him with an angry expression, "I was trying to save Ashley, you were the one that didn't do anything to get her back," (M/n) scoffed and stood up from bed, pacing around the room, annoyed at the blond.

"I saved your pathetic life, Kennedy," ignoring the pain he felt, Leon stood up from the bed, watching (M/n) continuously pacing back and forth, irritating him.

"I didn't ask you to save me! Ashley is our priority here, I was doing my job, maybe you should do that too," Leon sighed when (M/n) looked at him in complete silence, an annoyed expression showing on his face.

Leon was a hundred percent sure that (M/n) was mad at him for getting himself injured like an idiot and making the mission harder on themselves now, that he was mad because they were further away from getting Ashley back, he was convinced of that. They couldn't rescue Ashley and (M/n) was mad at that, that's it. That's what it should've been.

Sighing and taking a step to walk around (M/n), Leon spoke again, "Look, let's just find Ashley before anything worse happens to her."

(M/n) wasn't dumb, he's usually the most observant of the two, so he noticed what Leon was thinking, it showed on his face. Even with the smallest change of his expression, he was able to read him like an open book.

He reached his hand out and held Leon's wrist before he could walk further away from him, hearing him sigh.

"I'm not... Mad that we lost Ashley, Leon," his blue eyes looked up into his (e/c) ones, confusion shining in them, and now it was (M/n)'s turn to sigh, he really didn't wanna say it, but he also didn't want them to stay mad at each other for this, "I was mad 'cause you weren't careful and... Got yourself injured..." He mumbled his last words, looking away from Leon.

But the blond moved his head, trying to meet his eyes. Was he... Worried? About... Me?

"I was... Worried about you, Leon..." The sound of (M/n)'s sweet and gentle voice as he responded to his unasked question made Leon's heart race in his chest, he could almost hear both his and (M/n)'s heart thumping rapidly.

Leon's body moved on his own, his gloved hands holding the collar of (M/n)'s shirt, pulling him down roughly to have their lips meet, kissing him rather aggressively.

(M/n) was caught by surprise by Leon's action, his eyes wide opened as he watched Leon's closed eyes and flushed face, making his mind foggy as a new feeling filled his body, but the blond soon realized that the other man wasn't corresponding his kiss, making him feel embarrassed and like an idiot as he backed away, pulling back and the thin string of saliva that connected them broke immediately.

He opened his mouth to say something, maybe apologize or say he just wanted to mess with him, but now (M/n)'s hands were holding him. A gentle touch on his chin and a tight grip around his belt, pressing their hips flushed against each other as this time they let themselves melt in their kiss, quiet moans and sighs leaving past their lips, muffled by the other's lips.

(M/n) groaned as he reluctantly broke the kiss, hearing Leon whining as he watched him lean closer to try and kiss him again, he sighed and held tightly onto the blond's hips, making him open his eyes again, pupils blown wide as Leon stared up at him.

"We have..." He swallowed, his eyes unable to look away from Leon's glossy and swollen pink lips, licking his as he tried to regain his composure, "We have a mission to complete, we'll... Talk about this when we get back, okay?"

Leon looked sad for a moment, but he silently nodded and they resumed their mission to find Ashley and bring her back home safely.

This enemies-to-lovers trope would have to wait a little bit longer.

[irenic-0kk]

✧ Character AI (Masterlist)

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

✧ CEO! Leon x Secretary! Reader

You have been working at the DSO department as an assistant for Leon for about 7 years now. You thought it would be the best idea to finally resign and do the things you wanted to do other than following Leon's orders. You wanted to feel free in a moment wherein you could do whatever you want. After saving enough money; you decided it's finally time to talk things out about your resignation to Leon. But it seems like Leon still doesn't want to let you go just yet, he thinks he couldn't find any other assistant that isn't you. At first, he thinks that you were just joking around but after seeing that you were serious about this matter. He couldn't think straight and thought of the things that he might've done that made you want to resign. He had grown too attached to you since the day you started working for him. Unknowingly he started to fall for you. He was determined to not let you resign just yet. He will do anything just to make you stay, he'll even marry you if he has to.

✧ Rockstar! Leon x Manager! Reader

You've been the manager of the SINFUL band group for about 4 years now. You were never the closest to the band members and would only isolate yourself away from them. You find the members of the SINFUL group intimidating despite being their manager for too long, and you try your very best to be their manager. But Carlos and Luis seem to be fond of you even though you weren't much around, but Leon on the other hand doesn't seem to find you that interesting like the other members.

✧ Stranger:Friends:Lovers AU

You were on your way to you visit your boyfriend since you haven't seen each other for awhile now, but as soon as you arrive outside his workplace—You saw your boyfriend cheating with your best friend. And a stranger came to the rescue when you started crying in public (in the bus) and helped to reduce some people's attention away from you by using his figure to block you away from their eyesight as you cry while he placed his black hat on top of your head. What do you think will happen next?

✧ The string of fate (Soulmate AU)

Leon has been trying for so many years—to find his soulmate, and in those years he was so tempted to follow the string that is wrapped around his finger to run and follow the very end of it, in hopes to finally find and meet his soulmate. But he said to himself that he needs to be patient, saying that fate should be the one to do it by itself.

After finding a new job in Racoon City, he noticed how his string would move frantically, at first he would just ignore it—maybe it's acting normally he said. But soon a month had passed since he arrived in the city, and he noticed how the string would glow brighter, this really caught his attention and he asked his co-workers at the Police station what it meant. One said that his soulmate might be in love, the other said that his soulmate must be not far from him and he believed that his soulmate must be in the city as well, and the other said that they must be on the line of death. This statement really made Leon overthink, and for weeks it's been in his mind thinking about the possibilities that may happen in the future between him and his soulmate.

Then shit happened in Racoon City, Leon was left traumatized as he left that city. The string on his finger grew pale at that moment, and there he thought his soulmate was long gone, and there he lost hope of ever finding his fate.

But after a year of working under the DSO as a federal agent, the string on his finger became more brother than ever, this just made Leon feel more alive and his hopes to find his soulmate came back on track. A few weeks later, he finds out there will be another agent joining the team. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it and just focused more on his training and work. But what he didn't know—what he called so fate was only a step closer to him.

✧ Mysterious neighbour.

Leon Kennedy has been living in the same neighbourhood as {{user}}. Approximately 4 years now or so. And in those years {{user}} would always notice how she would hardly see Leon around, it made her curious as to what he might be doing that he needs to leave for months before going back. She didn't even see him for a year back then, but she knew she shouldn't be nosy to other people's business. But she couldn't help but notice him while he stayed in the neighbourhood. She would always glance at him whenever she would catch him outside his house or whenever she would take a glimpse of him from his windows. She thinks she's starting to become a freak or something, but she can't help it, she finds him very mysterious. Leon on the other hand would always catch {{user}}'s glances at him, at first he was a bit weirded out but he didn't pay much mind to it and just ignored her. But as time passed as he stayed in the neighbourhood, he couldn't help but catch himself always staring at her from a distance. He thinks she's cute, beautiful even. And he first thought she was so kind to others when he would always see they're helping her neighbours. Even when he's out working through his mission, he couldn't help but think of her. He didn't know why but he would always try to keep his mind off of things and focus more on his work. And whenever he goes back to the neighbourhood, he would always think if it would be a great idea to go up and talk to {{user}}, but for some reason he couldn't. The next day after being away from the neighbourhood for 3 months, he saw {{user}} struggling to fix up her scooter-moped. He thinks it's the best opportunity to finally talk to her.

✧ Spider-Man AU

Leon Kennedy has been working at the Raccoon City Department for years now. It would look like he is some typical normal cop, but no. He has a secret that he can never tell anyone, nor even anyone to find out. Because he, Leon Kennedy, is what we have so called the infamous spider-man. The hero of raccoon city.

✧ Just Leon becoming a Dad. (FWB)

At first, Leon thinks that you were just joking around. But when you told him that it was all real, he felt as if something had putted another weight upon his shoulders. He was anxious, scared even. How is he even going to react to this? There are no relations—or labels in between the both of you. Sure he can say that you two are friends but just that, nothing more, nothing less. But do friends fuck each other? Could be. A friend's with benefits I suppose, but that's just that. Leon could never see himself being a father, especially when his working as an agent and he would go into a dangerous missions. What do you think would Leon do now?

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[milomaxxy]

I finally got to cutting the "patches" for my jacket and sewing them on, plus picking out the new pins for when the weather is finally cool enough to wear a jacket. The only three actual patches are the "eat shit and die" racoon patch, the potion bottle with skull, and the corgi with a knife patch. The alien head is an old nipple pastie I sewed on, and the rest are old t-shirts that were falling apart but I couldn't bring myself to throw away (Pac-Man and ghosts on Abbey Road, various cacti with their names, and Brandon Rogers saying "move, im gay"). It was rather therapeutic after putting this off for so long, finally finishing the project