#re-texture

[glassedplanets]

truly one of those zs top hits moments

[wuntrum]

heard it was re-animator day

[soullessseraphim]

The Burning One

[exercise-of-trust]

i didn't realize until i was pretty much done that this is basically just arwen's red-and-blue dress from the movies with more fiddly bits but. oh well. like great-great-grandmother, like great-great-granddaughter ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[raenef]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD MAN

[flowersforthemachines]

Useless Veilguard fact of the day: Day 3

Varric's chest hair is not just painted on his body, it has an actual 3D-model.

Check out the tag for more useless facts: #useless davg fact of the day!

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon zero dawn (remastered) | badger

[knife-wielding]

♱ ! Random resources

　 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ f2u, reposts or recolors encouraged!

♱ ! Credits : all found here ☆

[forecast0ctopus]

fuckng erbert wast has been living in my head for the past week

[maizeyart]

angry kitty 😾

[robo-dino-puppies]

dragon age: the veilguard | bellara lutare 4/?

[nell-le]

[artkaninchenbau]

...I just wanted to draw a haunted house

[midoristeashop]

have you ever drawn Pitch before? i think you’ve drawn every character outside of him and North? i’m so curious on how they’d look like in your style!! (ps your style is so cool?! underated!)

Every drawing I have of pitch I’ve kept and buried since he is one of the few I feel I cannot get to look right 😭

Here are a couple I did a while ago!! I can never get to my clean lineart stage with him but here we are (also I’ve always loved concept art pitch so that’s where the sillies came from)

As for north, I always draw him silly ( but I promise to do something cooler cuz duh it’s NORTH) have a silly north

Thank u for your ask! <3

[abuglikecreature]

thinkin abt absolute scatterbrain Wade & very particular little wolvie. like wolvie will play all day out in the mud & sticks but as soon as hes given a super processed food (old little boy) he cries. wade learned that lesson from dino nuggets and heroically made sure they didn’t go to waste (om nom) while wolvie got a carrot or something (sweet treat to him).

another thought. wade tells wolvie to wait for walkies or a book or playing or something, & gives wolvie a guestimate on what time they’ll get around to it. So wolvie plops his butt down in front of a clock (maybe with a roughed up teddy in hand) and waits. the clock tic tic tics past that time wade gave him, and wolvie is confused. he trails after wade, poking and pawing and grumbling at wade, who had genuinely constantly been thinking about what hed promised wolvie but just kept getting distracted. & then they live happily ever after yay yay yippee

[luis-serra-kennedy]

uhh wip I guess. this is a 1998 Raccoon City AU that has absolutely nothing to do with any rockstar!Luis AU, but I don't really want to post it on main either. some of it is kinda rough, I'll flesh it out more eventually, probably when I finally do my back to back RE2 and RE2R playthroughs and figure out where this plot is going, beyond the homeless loser Leon and rich Luis contrast

Leon knew that not every day as a cop would have him out in the streets, catching bad guys and saving lives, being a hero. But he thought he'd at least be doing more things directly related to police duties. At this point he'd welcome doing paperwork at the station, because that would at least make him feel like he's finally reached his dream, being a police officer.

Instead he just feels like an errand boy for the Umbrella Corporation. He's not even doing small errands for the taxpayers, just for some stupid corporation that could surely afford to hire their own people to do the stuff Leon does. The first couple times, he was hoping it would only be a short-term thing, and Chief Irons would eventually start telling them he couldn't keep giving up his own staff for them. But that never happens. Every damn day Leon shows up at the station and immediately gets rushed out by Irons, telling him some high profile Umbrella researcher is in town and needs a police escort somewhere, or the NEST lab's getting something delivered and someone has to escort the truck, just day after day of stupid errands for a stupid company.

Today he's serving as a security guard for an Umbrella party. Just standing by a wall, looking at a bunch of rich people. He didn't even get to take a police cruiser out, he was just told to wear his uniform but drive his personal vehicle. He finally gets a little excitement. A tipsy, tan man strides over. Glasses and long hair, handsome.

“What are you doing here?” The man asks, leaning a hand on the wall.

“What-? I'm here because I'm security? Who are you?”

“Luis Serra. I haven't been in the country long, but I have been working for Umbrella for a good while, never seen cops like you around at any parties. Usually just have some of our own Umbrella soldiers as security,” Umbrella has soldiers? They're a pharmaceutical company. But this guy is definitely drunk, apparently from another country, so maybe this is just some misunderstanding and he means Umbrella security guards. “Not that I'm complaining. I like a man in uniform, but the Umbrella soldiers don't do it for me, they wear helmets, cover their faces! I like pretty faces.”

“Uh, yeah, I haven't been a cop very long and I think my boss kinda hates me,” Leon says, trying to sidestep the fact he's pretty sure this guy just implied he thinks Leon is pretty, which makes his knees feel a little weak. “He gives me stupid assignments all the time. He's got some deal with someone at Umbrella because I do so many Umbrella errands. It's like, Leon, Umbrella has a truck delivering sensitive stuff so you're going to escort it part of the way. Leon, Umbrella is having an employee party and wants extra security so I'm sending you, Chris and Jill, you get to go investigate murders.’ I never get to do anything. I don't think it's just that I'm new and not experienced because he won't let me even start getting experience. I can't tag along with someone else to help and get experience because I'm always too busy with stupid stuff.”

Leon is definitely going to die alone. This guy totally checked him out, said he likes a man in uniform and a pretty face, and definitely stared at Leon's lips for an unnecessarily long time. And then instead of rolling with it Leon decided to start complaining about his job and boss, and he can practically see the man's interest deflate, until he awkwardly walks away. But maybe it's for the best because it's not like Leon is in a position to try and get up to anything romantic… What's he going to do if he starts making out with this guy and he wants to come home with him? His “home” is a jeep.

Leon watches the man go over and talk to some woman, probably flirting, and gets way more jealous than he has any right too… Maybe it could work. They could hook up. Leon could suggest they go back to the other man's place, if he says it won't work then Leon will make up his own excuse and say they can just fool around in his car. He's pretty sure there's nothing obviously suspicious about the interior of the car. Maybe just some clothes sitting out in the backseat and a food wrapper or two, nothing that screams “I've been living in this car for a week.”

Leon abandons his post at the wall, to run after the man. He doubts anyone will care enough to make sure it gets back to Irons that he wasn't doing what he was supposed to. Whoever he was talking to loses interest and walks away, giving Leon an in.

“Hey, wait, are you leaving soon?” Leon asks, catching up to him.

“I don't know? Why's it matter to you?”

“Well, uh, you're drunk? I can't let you drive home.”

“First of all, I won't even be driving. I don't drive, I'll walk, I don't live too far. Second of all, I don't know why you're singling me out, everyone else here is–” The man starts to gesture around at everyone else, but then suddenly stops and looks at Leon, smirking. “Ohh, I get it. You're completely right, I'm far too drunk to leave on my own, I need a handsome officer to escort me home~ Right now, I'm bored.”

“Okay. Let's go," Leon says, heading out to his jeep, Luis following. “Can you give me directions to your place?”

“Uh, well, the thing is… No, I can't. I've only been here a couple days, I was put up in a hotel the first night because today Umbrella was going to furnish the apartment so I could sleep there tonight, I do have thr key, but I think I left the paper with the address and directions at the lab so I have no idea where it is or how to get there…”

Okay, Leon can work with this. Even though he's been denied chances to learn about his actual job, he's at least tried to learn about the city. Everyone at the Umbrella party seemed disgustingly rich, so he's reasonably sure which apartment building they would put Luis in, the nicest, most expensive building in the city.

“I think I know what building it would be in.”

“I don't know the number off the top of my head. We can just go to your place tonight. I do know where the lab is, in the morning I'll find my way there, then I'll have the paper with everything written down,” Great, just great. Luis seems to sense Leon's displeased with this development, even if he's not entirely sure why. “Am I misreading everything? Are you genuinely just trying to make sure I get home? I thought you just wanted to have sex with me and it wouldn't matter where we ended up… I'm really not that drunk, just drop me off at the lab, I'll get the paper and make it there on my own.”

“Well, at first I was just trying to get laid. But now that I know you haven't been in the country long and haven't even been to where you're living once and don't know your address, I'm actually starting to think it would be wrong to drop you off alone anywhere after dark. The problem is I can't just take you home with me…” Come on, think of a decent lie… “My apartment is being fumigated right now. The station has beds I'll be getting my sleep on in the meantime, but I can't really take you in with me.”

“That's okay, let's just fuck in your backseat.”

Leon wants to point out that that doesn't even solve the main problem, where Luis will sleep tonight, but Luis is already crawling over to the backseat, so apparently they're doing this right now. Well, there's still one hurdle.

“So, uh, I don't have a dick, is that a deal breaker?”

“I do have one, is that a deal breaker? I'm kind of a slut, if you can't tell,” Luis is nervous too, after his witty response. “I don't really have deal breakers. You're pretty, I really, really like you for reasons I don't really understand, as long as we both get off, this is a success in my book.”

“Of course you're just a slut. It's not me,” And Leon can't just let himself win, he's going to screw this hookup up before it begins. “You would have slept with anyone at that party who was interested.”

“It's not like that! Okay, maybe it's a little like that. But I do like you. I don't want to say love at first sight, but there was something special when I looked at you. I wouldn't normally break away from the crowd to go try and flirt with a security guard, I would've slept with a coworker. I am a slut, but you feel special enough I'll try and do things right, we can go on dates and not have sex right now?”

“No,” Leon says, shaking his head and getting out of the jeep to get into the backseat with Luis. “You already got me excited, we're doing this. I don't really, uh, have a lot of experience with this though.”

“That's alright, I'll take it slow for you, pretty boy.”

Leon suspects that Luis didn't mean taking it slow as making out for a while and then just fingering Leon because he came in his pants, but Leon's not going to complain about that being the outcome. It was still the best orgasm of his life.

“Whew, that was good,” Luis mutters, lazily running a hand through Leon's hair. “Worked up an appetite. You know any good places around here open this late?”

“Yeah,” Leon mutters. This is actually better than the orgasm, just laying on top of Luis, feeling his hair played with. He's never had sex, and he's also never had this kind of intimacy either. Hell, he's barely even been hugged. His bio parents weren't affectionate, none of his foster families were either, and he was never able to make friends in school. It's probably sad that it takes so little to make him happy, but Luis is making him feel loved. The only bad thing is that he's so sweaty, it's gross, the way the wetness of his uniform clings to his skin. But he pushes it to the back of his mind, focusing on Luis. “I've never been to any, but there's some diners open.”

Leon should not be going out to eat right now. He was broker than broke before moving to Raccoon City, he has gotten one paycheck but it was underwhelming. He's still going to have to pinching pennies for a while to scrape together the money for a deposit. But there's very little that he wouldn't sacrifice to extend the time he has in Luis's presence.

“So, after we're done here, you can drive me to the lab, then I'll get my paper with the stuff so you can drive me to my apartment?” Luis asks, eating the most expensive thing on the menu, which Leon is still going to pay for because he's more than a little desperate to make sure this guy likes him. “Or we could just go to a hotel if you don't want to make more stops?”

“No, I don't mind,” In fact, Leon would mind going to a hotel. He really shouldn't have spent this much money on food, he really can't blow money on a hotel right now. Maybe Luis might pay for it, but that's not a risk he wants to take. And he'd still feel obligated to at least offer to split the cost… “I know right where the lab is.”

Leon thought this was going to be a wait in the car while Luis runs in to get something type of situation, but Luis asks him to come in too. Leon had seen the outside of the lab, but hadn't gone inside before, the place is high security. They go through several doors that either need Luis's retinal or badge scanned to open, but after what feels like forever they finally reach a locker room. Luis opens one locker that has a few boxes stacked inside. He takes and pockets a paper that was on top of the boxes, grabs a bag that was hanging, then gestures to the boxes.

“Ah, so, when arranging the whole transfer thing, Umbrella would have had the movers also get my personal belongings, but I have stuff a little too important to trust with strangers and decided to put my boxes in my locker for now…” Luis blushes slightly and nervously rubs the back of his neck. “So I was thinking maybe you could help me out..? You actually have muscles, I'm kind of a twig, lab work isn't athletic.”

For a brief second Leon fears that Luis doesn't really like him and this was all an elaborate ruse to get someone to help him move his boxes. But thankfully logic prevails and he realizes the thought makes no sense, Luis had originally wanted to go to Leon's place.

“Yeah, I can probably get two at once, if you can get the other one it'll only take us one trip.”

Leon feels like he's entering a whole new world, one he doesn't belong in, going into the apartment building. The place is just so nice, and quiet. The marble floor is sparkling, Leon worries about his shoes leaving footprints. Up the elevator, then finally to the apartment that's Luis's… Yeah, Leon does not belong in this world. Some floor to ceiling walls, beautiful flooring, furniture that Leon has to believe is brand new and expensive. Why has Leon been acting like he has a chance with this guy if he just keeps his current living situation a secret long enough? Even if he does keep it a secret until he finally gets an apartment, Luis will dump him when he sees it because it'll be a shithole of an apartment, nothing close to this level of luxury that Luis is apparently accustomed to, seeing as Luis is looking around the place like it's his normal, not anything particularly impressive.

“Thanks for the help, and for the food, and sorry I made you drive all over the place. You should just sleep here tonight, save you another trip back to the station. And, well, I like you, so I'd like you to stay longer. If you want to, of course.”

“Yeah. If I can shower, and I should probably wash my uniform too.”

“Of course, of course, I have some soaps from when I was in the hotel you can use. And you can wear some of my clothes for tonight.”

Jesus Christ, Leon had been thinking that his jeep seat wasn't really that unpleasant, but it's going to suck now that he's experienced such an absurdly comfortable mattress. It's extra comfortable because he's also wearing Luis's shirt, and he has Luis next to him. He almost doesn't want to fall asleep, because he doesn't want this to end. If he doesn't play his cards right, this is the only time he'll ever be in a bed with Luis. If he does, this… relationship? still has an expiration date, the day Luis finally realizes that Leon is a broke loser who doesn't fit into his world.

But unfortunately Leon is also very worn out and can't make the moment last too long before dozing off.