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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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Darling escaped Wesker and is hiding from him, being constantly paranoid and all. She takes a hike and gets captured by the Las Plagas cult but before they can do anything Wesker arrives (because he was conveniently around, watching Ada). How would the reunion be like? - 🐈 anon

I was confused at first but found out you meant the Separate Ways DLC. Here you go! Did a concept as not specified.

Edit: I only just saw this was meant to be a female darling I'm so sorry, but I hope you like it despite my mistake- 💀 The only gender related thing is in one thing Wesker said anyways-

Yandere! Wesker "saving" Kidnapped! Darling

(RE4: Separate Ways)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Violence, Thoughts of murder mentioned, Forced relationship.

The whole scenario just sounds unfortunate for you.

From one bad situation to another.

Then potentially back to the first one.

Escaping Wesker is a feat within itself.

He usually always has an eye on you although he isn't as deadly as he is in RE5.

He may even be impressed that you managed to slip by, if not annoyed.

Not only is escaping a feat but hiding from him is also an achievement.

So to stay away from Wesker's sight you hide in the woods.

For awhile you learn to survive.

You take hikes to stay in shape and find food as you go.

You yearn for your old life... the one before Wesker.

Hikes have been the only way you were able to cope.

At least... that was until you encountered Los Illuminados.

The reason for taking you in could be for any number of things.

However the most likely reason would be for experimentation.

Injecting people with Las Plagas makes the cult grow.

It just so happens you were a vulnerable target.

They most likely had no idea who you were (unwillingly) connected to.

As a result you are chased and dragged to a cell for later use.

Around this time Wesker would've sent Ada to look for the amber he needs for his virus.

He may have even asked her to find you if she was able to.

Wesker is no doubt searching for you ever since you managed to leave his gaze.

He'll admit it's felt... odd to not have you around.

He doesn't like the feeling of being unable to hold you, feel your warmth, or breathe your scent.

As a result he's been on edge.

Not only must he make his virus but he also needs to have you by his side again.

Imagine his surprise (and anger) when he sees footage of you being carried away through Ada's lenses.

Wesker knows if they hurt you he's going to gut them all.

Plans have changed. He orders Ada to keep an eye on you while looking for the amber.

He's finally found you again... and he plans on retrieving you along with the amber.

As a result you end up meeting Ada.

You have no idea she's working with Wesker or why she's here.

All you know is once she sneaks into the prison and stands in front of your cell, you're saved.

Wesker most likely didn't say why you were so important.

He doesn't need Ada to know your past.

You and him have had history, romantic history in his eyes, and he'd just about blow up this entire island to have you.

If Wesker really can see footage through Ada's cameras then he watches the screen intently.

You look so dirty, malnourished, and unkempt.

He can fix that once you're back in his arms.

He wonders as he watches you if he should be punished.

However, the fact you were kidnapped by the cult seems punishment enough.

It only proves the reason he took you in to begin with.

You're weak without him... you need him in order to be stronger.

Surely you'll learn such a lesson by the time he comes to pick you up.

The moment Wesker comes onto the island, he calls Ada and demands she brings you to him.

Until then he watches the island to catch sight of you.

He's been patient with you... but you have to come back with him now.

Right where you belong.

It's a sad sight to see.

You trusted Ada to save your life, what does she do in return?

She brings you right back to Wesker.

The moment your eyes land on the blonde haired man, you try to go the other way.

You shake your head but Ada nudges you in front of her.

"You've managed to retrieve them, but what of the amber?" Wesker asks Ada before beckoning you closer.

There's silence between you as Ada explains she still needs to find the item.

You feel betrayed as Wesker sends her away before turning to you.

"I applaud you for making it this long. But you must know you weren't going to last long."

You're roughly dragged into Wesker's chest as he checks you over.

He's checking for scratches and signs of any parasite you could've been infected with.

If you were hurt his mind is set.

"For now... you're punished enough." Wesker tells you, but he doesn't let go. "But I'm not done here."

"You're going to take me back..." You whisper, defeated.

"This is only proof that you can't survive without me. You got yourself captured by someone else." Wesker frowns, annoyed.

"They won't leave this place alive. None of them will."

You stay silent, feeling Wesker stroke your head before kissing the top of it.

He hasn't been able to feel you in so long.

He feels you struggle a bit but he doesn't care.

All that matter is he has you again.

He'll make sure you're brought back onto his boat and watched.

You're coming back with him.

Meanwhile, he'll make sure there's nothing left of the cult that took you after he's obtained the amber.

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil 4 #yandere albert wesker

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everythingne · 5 months

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marketing ploy - ln4 / ch4

miami leads to the perfect 'date', sibling love, and a problem. Some things slot together too perfectly to be ignored, for better or for worse.

piastri!oc x lando norris / fake dating, brothers best friend

warnings/notes: alcohol, mentions of sex, mentions of hypothetical sexual situations, mentions of past loss of virginity (they're not whores guys it makes sense in context), mentions of past cheating, a singular kiss, this might be the longest chapter so far ! A lot of character growth here babes.

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06 MAY -- MIAMI, FLORIDA↴

“Of all places in Miami, I was not expecting Seaspice.” I laugh as Lando pulls up to the lavish white building. I can hear people laughing, girls in flowy sundresses and guys in their best white button downs loosely hanging by the entrance as soft music pulses from some speakers--or maybe a cars stereo. Lando huffs out of his nose, a small amused grin on his lips as he turns and places a hand behind my seat as he looks through the back window while parking, his head occasionally looking back at the backup camera and mirrors. I never knew watching someone park would be hot. I catch myself staring when he pushes the shifter forward to park and looks over a me, his black tee clinging around his frame, gold chains resting against the thin fabric.

“Max told me it was good.” He shrugs, leaning back against his seat and looking out. We’d agreed that our ‘first date’ dinner had to be good food, and I had tasked him with finding it as long as I could dress him and I got to order the most expensive desert.

“You’re trusting Max Verstappen for good food?” I ask, giving him the most incredulous look as I grab my purse form my lap and my phone from under my thigh--texting Ada that we'd arrived as Lando turns off the car. Once I glance back up, he leans over, tucking a hair behind my ear and minding my piercings as he settles it back into place.

“And Shakira.” He murmurs, eyes looking down at my lips before he clears his throat and leans back, grabbing his waller and getting out of the car. I go to open my door after double checking everything is in my puse, only to have it whacked shut, and then reopened by Lando.

“Lesson one,” he says, offering his hand to me as he places another hand on the edge of the door, “if your boyfriend doesn’t open the door for you, break up.”

I laugh wholeheartedly, taking his hand and letting him hide my body as he pulls me to my feet and makes sure my skirt is covering everything. He takes my hand and lets me step aside so he can close the door, lock his car, and then he starts to bring me along to the main entrance.

“Astrid said she’s not calling paparazzi, but she’s expecting fans to be here. So the good ol’ papas might be lingering too.” He says, sliding his sunglasses up as the Miami sun starts to dip under some of the buildings and illuminates us in a golden glow.

“For the love of everything, Lando, don’t call them papas.” I groan, keeping my hold on his hand tight as we stop at the vacant hostess stand. He turns to me with a loose grin and I wrap myself around his arm as I catch a few lingering eyes, might as well sell this as best I can.

"Papas is better than pap, I think."

"Equally terrible." I hum, lifting a hand to fix one of his necklaces thats coiled as the hostess reappears with a big happy smile on her perfectly white teeth, her long blond hair swept in a runway model-esc fashion in the low breeze.

"Do you have a reservation tonight?" She asks sweetly, "if not, it will be around an hour wait."

"We should have one for Norris? Two." Lando says softly, the woman hums, tapping through an iPad before nodding and grabbing a few things behind the counter.

"Ah, wonderful, you guys will be dining with my favorite server Jett tonight! Come with me!" She guides us to a table in a back corner, right along the water. Lando gets my chair, ever the gentleman, and then sits across from me as the hostess kindly explains the menus and specials, then says our server will be there soon with the complimentary champagne.

"I'm popping the champagne. You don't need to break anything else." I say to Lando as soon as the hostess walks away and he doubles over in laughter. The restaurant is beautiful, candle lit with twinkling fariy lights overhead and I cannot picture Max ever wanting to eat here. Then, I spot some LED panel lights and realize this place is also a club at times and it makes a bit more sense as to why Max might've stopped by.

“Oh hush," he swats at my pointing finger and I laugh, his giggle falls into a gasp as he takes his turn to playfully poke at me, "And rule two, your boyfriend should always pull out your chair."

"Why the rules, may I ask?" I hum, making sure my bag is hooked on the chair as I look out over the water briefly. My hand finding my phone to take a quick picture of the sun on the water, as Lando keeps talking. I set my phone down as he speaks, giving him my full attention in the low lighting.

"Oscar told me you'd never been on a proper date," Jackass, I scowl, of course Oscar dimed me out, but my scowl is covered as Lando waves while he talks, "And that you last dated someone in year nine. So, I made it my personal goal to give you the best date ever. I would've bought you flowers too, if I had the time. Gotta set your standards high."

"You've already bought me flowers." I counter.

"Yeah but, I would buy you flowers everyday if I could. If we weren't traveling so much, you would have fresh flowers every time the old ones started to wilt. That's how it should be. It's like twenty pounds for something so gorgeous that makes anyone happy." He explains, but before I can answer, our waiter is setting down two glasses and wiping condensation off a bottle of champagne.

"Hello, lovebirds!" He smiles, cheerily as he pops the bottle into a towel and pours us our drinks. Him calling us lovebirds make my heart pound and my cheeks flush, I hate how easily it makes me feel giddy to be considered Lando’s girlfriend. Jett recites the menu, the specials, and asks if we want any appetizers. We settle on the steak tartare and the burrata, and as our waiter whisks away to give us time to figure out appetizers, I notice Lando lifting his film camera.

"I was wondering when she was gonna make an appearance." I laugh, and he laughs in turn, holding up the camera and I pose as he snaps a picture.

"I need to learn how to develop them myself." He says as he sets the camera on the edge of the table, and I lean over to pull it further into the table so it won't fall.

"I can teach you, I did a lot of photography in school." I hold up my drink, "cheers, to us, for being Formula 1s hottest not-couple."

Lando raises his drink and grins, "and to us, in general, for making this probably the easiest media stunt ever."

We clink the edges of the glasses together before taking sips. Champagne wasn't my favorite, but I had to admit this went down smooth.

“Do they always do champagne at your table?” I ask as I take another sip, “because this shit is so good I might come back for it.”

“They had some weird package thing?” Lando leans back in his seat as he sets his drink down, “I dunno, Astrid booked it through the owner. I think she told him it was a date or something so they’d bring us special shit. Oh, I meant to ask, how was your birthday?”

Lando settles in his chair, his foot knocking my knee as he leans back and props one leg over the other.

“I was so drunk, I do not remember anything after Oscar and I fell into the pool and after, we had a heart to heart.” I laugh and he laughs in turn, cheeks puffed up in a tiny smile. Fake dating Lando was gonna be easy. The conversation flows through us ordering entrees, for me it was the Lobster Risotto (after much convincing that Lando did not care how much it cost) and then he got Wagyu steak (and I forced him to promise to let me try.)

We were halfway down the bottle of champagne when our server, Jett, came back with waters and our appetizers. The food got absolutely devoured as we talked about the upcoming race, how his season was going, and then I got to the one question I'd been dying to figure out.

"Do you know why they think us dating is going to make people think you and Max hate each other?"

"No clue." He finishes off his glass of water as I pop the last of the tartare in my mouth and hum softly.

"Like, unless they plan for you to like break my heart or something. But then that would make like... Charles, Daniel, Oscar, and Max hate you."

"I don't think I would break your heart, even if they told me to." Lando sighs, running a hand through his front curls, the warm breeze rolling across the now dark marina, "I think I'd rather give them all the money back than do that."

"Me too." I finish off whats probably my ninth glass, feeling the wooze in my arms and my legs.

"This might be a fake relationship..." He says, and I watch his cheeks dust pink as he looks into his champagne, taking the rest of it asif for courage before looking up at me, "I'm gonna treat you how I would treat anyone I've ever loved."

"I'll treat you the same." I say softly, taking his hand over the table, "you've shown me more love than anyone else has."

A smile creeps across his lips, almost like accomplishment, and he squeezes my hand as he leans over to wipe a bit of sauce off the corner of my mouth. I resist the urge to poke my tongue out and lick my lips as he stares at my mouth for a few moments before looking up at me.

"I take it you havent had much expeirence with this? The whole dating thing?"

"I'm not very... open to dating in general. I havent been looking, havent been asked." I pour the rest of the champagne bottle into our glasses, and Lando leans forward.

“Really?” He clearly doesn’t believe me and I laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you probably have girls hanging off your arms in droves. I haven’t had anyone since the guy who took my virginity like…three years ago?”

“There’s years?!” Lando gapes and I feel my cheeks redden as he looks me over, “you’re like—one of the most attractive, most kind and just—one of the best women I’ve ever met! How in the hell have you not had someone try?”

“We’re not all hot Formula one drivers.” I sip my drink, "and I work long hours, I'm always traveling, guys don't want a woman they can't have any hour of the day."

Lando scoffs as if that's the stupidest thing anyone has ever said in their life, "Well, all those men are stupid."

I laugh because I can't agree more.

"Well, I'm too drunk to drive for at least another hour." Lando sets the empty check book on the edge of the table, waiting for Jett to come and whisk it away for his tip. We wave goodbye to the owner, who happily grins as he goes to post the picture of us he'd taken, and Lando stands, offering me his hand as he helps me get organized, "Wanna go sit somewhere and talk?"

"I've run out of things to say, I fear." I laugh as I stand up. He takes my hand with one, and he grins, using his other hand to grab his phone as he walks me to the marina with a tossed thank you over his shoulder I mimic. As we settle on the docks, he pauses and opens his phone.

"One hundred questions to ask your girlfriend." He says, turning to show me the Yahoo page and I laugh in disbelief as he continues to explain, "theres simple ones, deep ones, intimate ones."

"Oh my god, Lando."

"Sexy questions, and ones for 'if you've been dating for like, ever.'" He turns his phone back and a few seconds later the link pops up on my phone, "We should pick a random question from each and ask each other."

When I agree, we find ourselves on the end of one of the docks with a pretty big pontoon boat bobbing besides us. Our legs dangle over the water, making shadows in the dock lights as Lando asks me to pick a random number one to five. I pick four. He asks for a number one to twenty, I pick nine.

"Lights on or off during sex?"

"Wow, starting strong." I burst into drunken giggles and he follows suit, his jacket laying across my shoulders to combat the breeze as we lean into each other for warmth.

"On, usually. Not that I've been fucking that many guys in my life."

"I'm still shocked that a girl as pretty as you doesn't have guys falling at their knees before her." He laments, scrolling through the questions idly as he giggles at a few that we both know are far too inappropriate to ask right now.

"What? You wanna be the first?" I ask and he nods almost too enthusiastically, catching me off guard and making me giggle. I look down at my phone and ask him to pick a number.

His question ends up being from the third section, question fifteen, "Do you like to be complimented?"

"Fuck yeah." He grins as his hand finds mine, fingers interlocking as he looks over at me, "I love compliments. Racing, my looks, my personality, anything. I melt."

I write that down mentally.

My next question is from section two, question eleven, "What would you say to your younger self?"

"I would tell her she's incredible. That... she doesn't have to base her validation off of what other people are doing."

Lando gets section three, question three, "Biggest turn off?"

His answer takes a while, before he murmurs, "My last girlfriend, a fling for only a few days really, only used me for my money."

My last question is section one, question nine, "What ended your last relationship?"

I really don't want to answer it, but I do. For some reason I feel safe enough telling Lando, even if its something I've only admitted to childhood friends

"He cheated on me."

"No way."

"Don't tell Oscar." I sigh, rubbing my thumb along Lando's hand, "I...I've never told Oscar because they're really good friends. But, yeah, he cheated on me for nine months of our twelve month relationship. And... I-I don't know why I was even dating him in the first place."

"Shit, I'm so sorry." Lando says, squeezing my hand and then wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to his side, "One of the things I've never been able to understand is why people cheat. If you don't like the first person, or you find yourself attracted to someone else, you should just break-up."

"Yeah..." I sigh, leaning into his touch and closing my eyes. Lando sighs heavily, and curls me into his side just letting me stay there for a long while. We say a few more meaningless things, loose jokes, tired attempts at continuing the conversation before we just let the silence hold us in a sort of pause, in that moment, where it's just us.

We end up in his car maybe two hours later, his hand warm on my thigh as he pulls through the Miami streets. I adjust my instagram posts, smiling before setting my phone down as we pull up to a light.

"Oh, by the way, did they tell you about my home race?" Lando asks as one of the songs slowly pulls to a close on the radio and I snort.

"Yeah, we have to kiss on live-fucking-tv." I look over at Lando as he merges into a lane to get in the turn off lane towards the hotel, and he nods, shaking his head with a grin.

"Astrid told me we should 'practice so it's not awkward when you guys kiss for the first time on TV' because god forbid its awkward and their little thing is found out." Lando explains, but halfway through im dying of laughter and hiding my smile behind my hands as I cackle so hard tears are in my eyes.

"I know! I know!" He laughs, pulling to a stop and I look over at him. Theres a moment where our eyes meet, and I want to say something, but my words get caught in my throat. Lando watches me with a soft smile, his hand on my thigh tightening softly as his eyes flicker down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. We fall quiet, and I lean forward in my seat a bit.

"Olivia." He whispers and I bring a hand to his jaw.

"Lando." I mutter back, tracing the edges of his lips with my eyes, before looking back up at his eyes. We both swallow, and I lean in partially, our lips hovering inches away before a truck honks and we snap back into our seats as Lando pulls forward at the light.

It takes maybe thirty seconds for us to fall into awkward laughter. The rest of the car ride is quiet, Lando's hand only moving when he goes to get out of the car. I wait for him to grab my door this time, and he smiles as he opens it, helping me out and handing his keys to the valet.

Lando finally speaks again once he's dropping me off at the hotel room door, "You wanna do a movie cliche?"

"A goodbye kiss?" I say, and he nods, stepping forward to tuck my hair behind my ear before he leans in further and our lips softly meet with a flutter of my eyes shutting. It was delicate, almost like he was afraid to hurt me, and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs as I step closer and wrap my arms around his neck. My stomach is flipping as his hands find my ribs, then slide lower along my dress to rest on my hip bones as we lean back, lips grazing eachothers before he presses in again. There's an interlock, everything sort of clicking together like it's meant to be, and I feel his fingers dig into my hips and pull me closer.

My back hits the door at one point, his leg between mine as his lips pepper my cheeks, before one final deep, teeth-clashing set of kisses has us finally pull back for space. My breaths are sharp as I slowly lean back from the kiss, him stepping back and fixing my skirt that he'd slightly ruffled up. We stand in silent, eyes met, chests rising sharply as I feel my skin buzzing with excitement. Eventually, my hand bumps the key to the door and I unlock it, pushing it open and turning back to kiss Lando's cheek as I whisper,

"Night, Nori."

I slip into the room, clicking the door shut, leaning back against it and letting out a loud giddy sigh as I bring a hand to my mouth to suppress the sound of the squeal that tries to leave my bursting chest. My skin is alight, my cheeks burning red, my hands shaking and I giggle at the bursting feeling at my chest.

"Had a good date?" Oscar calls and I nearly jump out of my skin, before Oscar laughs hysterically.

"God, fuck you! Give me a warning next time!" I whine, swinging my purse at him, "And yes, I had a very nice date."

"Good." He says softly, looking over at me from the couch before he points to a vase of red roses.

"For you."

I walk over to the bouquet with curiousity, and I'm unsurprised after I read the note attached: 'hope you had as much fun as I, happy belated birthday, my love. - lando'

Another round of giggles makes Oscar smile softly as I hug the bouquet to my chest and close my eyes. Shit. I was so falling for every little thing that Lando was doing.

06 MARCH -- IMESSAGE ↴

06 MARCH -- INSTAGRAM ↴

OLIVIAPIASTRI POSTED A NEW STORY

LANDONORRIS POSTED A NEW STORY

06 MARCH -- TWITTER ↴

f1s.newsoutlet: LANDO AND OLIVIA OUT AT SEASPICE IN MIAMI???

no.rizz4: BRO LANDOS INSTA STORY AND NOW THIS??

mclaritin: SO OLIVIA N LANDO CONFIRMED?

f1reds: norivia or oliss or oliviando or olando?

⤷ horsecarteam: I THOUGHT U WROTE ORLANDOOO LMAOO

oaklynpiastri: AND THIS BITCH DIDNT TELL ME??

⤷ opheliapiastri: girl. get with the program. check the kidastri gc.

06 MARCH -- PHONE CALL BETWEEN OPHELIA AND LANDO ↴

"Hello?"

"Lando."

"Ophelia?"

"Yep."

"Lovely to speak with you."

"Look, I'm drunk, so I'm gonna cut to the chase. I'm sure Ossie's already asked but I need to know what you're doing with my baby sister."

"Hah, uhm. Well, I'm taking her out. All of it's for her. Olivia caught my eye for a while now and I... I don't know. I haven't been able to shake her no matter how hard I've tried. I didn't want to cause an issue with me and Oscar, because I know he's the most important guy in her life and--Oscar's my teammate, so he means a lot to me too."

"Okay..."

"So, I've known her since she started working for Red Bull as head analyst, so what, two years? And ever since the first time I saw her in Red Bull's garage, I just had this pull. I had an opportunity to get closer to her, and I took it, and now we're--kinda dating? Nothing labeled yet. I'm letting her take it at her pace."

"Last question."

"Hit me."

"Promise me you won't break her heart like the last guy?"

"I would rather die than hurt her."

"Good."

#formula one #f1 #formula 1 #ln4 fic #f1 fanfic #lando norris #lando norris x oc #ln4 #lando norris fic

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mychoombatheroomba · 4 months

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Firing Range

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 10

As the weeks go by, you and Leon get closer.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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Weeks went by, quick as the slash of a knife. Leon learned to think of each day as a step by step - get through each task, each lesson, then worry about the next. He didn’t give himself a chance to pause, or let the fatigue set in. Not if he could help it. What had him out of breath once, now he could weather with greater and greater ease. He could feel the change in his body; muscles hardening, his reflexes improving. His legs would carry him further, and his aim was steadier. He could feel himself being honed into something sharper, and there was some grim satisfaction in that. Even so, he preferred to focus on the other changes those weeks brought.

Changes like the way you, on an unremarkable day, had set your tray down beside his at lunch, and didn’t look bothered when he did the same the following day. Or the way the conversations the two of you shared had slowly been growing longer. Many of those conversations were about the present - ways to improve, not just with knives, but with many aspects of STRATCOM training. Sometimes you would discuss music. Movies. Other interests. Leon clung to every piece of information you would give him, wanting to know more about you.

And, of course, some conversations were about the past. Those ones were more painful, but no less important to Leon.

“Is it alright,” he’d begun one night, a few days after your initial talk, “if I ask you about what happened that night?”

You hadn’t looked too thrilled, but you didn’t look surprised, either. “You can ask,” you said, “but I may not answer.”

“You said you weren’t in Raccoon City when you saw bioweapons. Where were you?”

You’d blinked, braced yourself. “On base in Finland.”

“Was it the same night you got hurt?”

“Yes.”

“But . . . you were stabbed, weren’t you? With a knife?”

“I was.”

“But it wasn’t a bioweapon?”

“No.”

“So then how did it happen?”

You frowned, and whatever your reasons, Leon knew not to press further after you answered: “Pass.”

A few days later, you had a question for him.

“Do you know how the outbreak started in Raccoon City?”

He’d been told not to speak on the matter. Why, he couldn’t say. Still, when it came to you, Leon decided that you deserved to know.

“Umbrella. The pharmaceutical company. They were experimenting with viral weaponry underneath the city.” Thinking of what he’d seen made Leon tense. Grip his knife tighter.

“Umbrella.” You’d looked a little distant as you heard the words. “So, they . . . what, infected everyone up top?”

“Not intentionally, I think. It was an accident.” And then he told you what he’d seen of the camera footage - the doctor, the armed men sent after him, and the broken vials of the viruses. “Rats found the vials. I think they spread it.”

“And the men that went after the doctor. Do you know who they were working for?”

“No, I’m not sure. He knew they were coming, though.”

You’d hummed, thinking. “And you found all this on security camera footage? From inside the Umbrella labs?”

“Yeah.”

“What the hell were you doing down there?”

“I was looking for a sample of the virus. I . . .” he’d paused, choking on the memory of a woman in a red dress pressing her lips to his, and then holding a gun to his heart. “I thought it would help bring Umbrella down.”

“Did you get it?”

“. . . Pass.”

You respected the end of the conversation just as much as Leon did, and just like that, the two of you had a system. An easy way out. A way to jump ship, to stop either of you from being lost in the memories.

He told you the abstract. Zombies. Umbrella. The city being lost.

He kept other things closer to his chest. Marvin, the glimpse into the life that could have been. Claire, the girl he’d come to respect more than almost anyone else. Sherry, the child who he’d given up his freedom for. Ada, the woman who he’d lost, not that he’d ever really had her to begin with. You didn’t need to know about them, and he didn’t need to know everyone you’d lost, either.

It felt good to have someone who understood. Someone who had been through that same hell. You didn’t pity him or what he’d been through, and what questions you asked weren’t an interrogation. Even if he wished that neither of you had been through what you’d been through, or seen what you’d seen, he was glad to have you - for company, and for help. The latter became all the more true when Krauser announced that Leon’s squad would be going through assessments.

“Already?” you asked, when Leon mentioned it over lunch. “He’s moving fast.”

“What’s he ‘assessing’? He wasn’t very clear,” Leon said, glad for the conversation taking his mind off the tasteless food he shoveled into his mouth.

“Everything,” you said before taking a sip of water.

“Everything.” Leon huffed. “Everything ‘soldier’ or everything ‘they’re going to make me retake the SAT?”

You deadpanned in the way you usually would, raising a brow and almost - almost - letting the side of your mouth curl up into a smirk. “Fitness, marksmanship, combat. Everything he’s taught you so far . . .” you paused, considering something, “. . . and maybe some things he hasn’t.”

“That is . . . not a whole lot more helpful.”

“Well, giving away everything would defeat the point of the test.”

“Right. So, if we pass, then what?”

“Then you move to the next phase of training.” You took another sip. Your eyes didn’t break from his own. “Same as my unit.”

The idea shouldn’t have made him as excited as it did. Advanced training meant more pain. More demanding exercises. More blood and bruises. It also meant that he would be one step closer to being ready. It meant that he would be able to manage whatever came his way. It meant, perhaps, that he would be in like company more often than just mealtimes and personal hours. That shouldn’t have mattered as much as it did.

“So, maybe we branch out,” you offered, interrupting his thoughts as you rested your arms against the table. “Focus on more than just knives.”

And that was how Leon found himself at the firing range that evening, holding a handgun instead of a knife. He might have hated how natural it felt to him, a few months ago. Now, it was a welcome relief. There was even some twisted excitement to it, because he’d agreed to this not only for the practice. You were at his side, holding your own gun like you’d been born with one in your hand. Part of him wouldn’t have been surprised if that were really the case.

The two of you had headphones on, though something told Leon that both of you had long since begun to damage your hearing with the sound of gunfire. Still, any words would be muffled, so you didn’t speak. You just tilted your head towards the targets downrange.

That was all the signal Leon needed.

Live rounds. STRATCOM wanted the best from their recruits and didn’t mind fronting the money for the munitions. It meant that an officer stood on duty by the door, there to observe. Neither of you paid him much mind.

There were twelve rounds in the magazine of his gun. Twelve times, as he pointed the gun forward, he squeezed the trigger. Twelve little ringing sounds as the shells fell to the floor.

When those twelve rounds were fired, Leon felt a little swell of pride in him as he looked through twelve holes punched through the target. Not quite dead center on all of them, but damned close.

He couldn’t help but look over at you, grinning like a bandit because, at last, he got to prove that he was good at something. If he was being honest with himself, that was part of why he’d agreed to this. He knew that you didn’t think less of him for his skill level in anything - you had never given him anything but respect. Still, it felt good to be able to show you that he wasn’t some helpless rookie. Not in every aspect, at least.

It made the impressed look you gave him all the better. “Not bad,” Leon read your lips before you turned towards your own target, your eyes narrowing as you took aim. You were fast, firing with a practiced precision. Quick and efficient, the same way you fought. Leon watched as you tore through the target, his eyes switching between the range and the steady iron of your arms.

When it was done, you stepped back, setting your pistol down and taking your headphones off. “Not so bad yourself,” Leon gestured down range. You’d shot about the same as he had, from the look of things, and he wouldn't have expected anything less.

“Years of practice,” you said, matter-of-factly. “You’ve got a natural talent, looks like. Or beginner’s luck.”

“What? Don’t think I’ve had ‘years of practice’ too?”

“Not with the military, you haven’t.”

“That obvious?”

“No soldiers I know have that haircut.”

Leon, for all he had been through, all the times you’d handed his ass to him, felt himself go a little red at the comment. It must have been obvious, because you looked entirely too pleased with yourself. The grin you let slip made it worth it, he supposed. “You’ve been holding on to that one for a while now, haven’t you?”

“Since day one,” you nodded, shifting your weight onto one leg and grabbing at the headphones around your neck.

“Well, it’s not beginner’s luck,” Leon insisted, “I did have some training. I was going to be a cop.”

“Of course, you were,” you shook your head, not at all surprised. “But what do you mean ‘going to be’?”

He wasn’t sure if that night was getting easier to talk about, exactly, but Leon found the answer escaping him quickly all the same. “I really only got one day in.”

“Ah,” you nodded, understanding as you always did. So much of what the two of you had shared about that night were the monstrosities. The why and how. Not so much what life was like before.

“What about you?” he asked, eager to switch the subject off of his only day on the job. “How long have you been serving?”

Before you answered, your eyes flitted off to the side like you were doing the math in your mind. “Four . . . almost five years, now.”

Leon let out a little huff of air, his eyebrows rising. “Did you join right out of high school?” You had to have - if he was guessing your age correctly.

“Yep,” you nodded, your answer short and stiff.

He wondered if he’d interpreted it correctly for only a moment before he asked another question. “Never thought of doing anything else?” He almost couldn’t picture it - you working some normal job in a city, spending hours a day at a desk or rushing between tables. You seemed so natural in this life . . . but he knew better than anyone that not everyone who was here had chosen to live this way.

You paused, eyebrows drawn together as you thought. “I thought about it,” you finally admitted, and the resignation in your voice gave Leon pause. “Not sure what I would have done, to be honest.”

“What made you join?”

He expected the answer he got before you even opened your mouth. “Pass.”

Another missing piece, but if it wasn’t one you wanted him to have, then he could do without.

“Well,” Leon breathed, “you’re a damn good soldier. Whatever your reasons.”

You looked up at him then, something flickering behind your eyes. “That wouldn’t be flattery, would it?” Your voice was low. Why was it so low? So the officer at the door wouldn’t hear? That had to be it.

“Not flattery,” Leon shook his head, speaking earnestly. “Just fact.”

You huffed, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “Alright, pretty boy-” you said it and Leon might have choked because he never - never - thought to hear those words from you, “-less talking, more shooting.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been called that here. He’d heard Valeria and some of the others refer to him that way - even Krauser, on a rare occasion. Always mocking, when it came to the Major. Hearing it from you . . . it shouldn’t have thrown him for a loop, but here he was, reeling like you’d knocked him in the back of the head.

The last time he’d felt like that-

He wouldn’t let himself think of it. Not when he knew where that spiral of thoughts would lead him. Instead, he moved back to the firing range, about to slide the headphones back over his ears when your voice stopped him.

“Tell you what,” you grinned, “we’ll keep score tonight. Whoever wins gets the knife tomorrow.”

And whoever lost . . . “Fighting full out?” he asked, glad of the distraction - both from Ada’s memory and from the effect your words had on him.

“Full out,” you nodded.

“. . . I don’t think I’d do very well against you unarmed,” Leon admitted, because he knew damn well that it was the truth.

“Well,” you shrugged, pulling your headphones back on and glancing over at him with a smirk, “then I guess you’d better shoot straight.”

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A/N: Leon is down so bad and who could blame him?

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #jack krauser #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #between the bones #gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x you #no y/n

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night-dazai · 1 month

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requesting an ango x reader where reader gets hostage and ango just flips the hell out because he hasn't realize his s/o has been kidnapped for 2 days and his ass is so overworked he didn't know 😭

In the end he gets back to his s/o safe and sound 💕

Note: Sorry took a lot longer almost a month, was not feeling so good for the past weeks.

Let's Go Home :

Tags: angst, kidnapping, comfort and fluff

Heavy eye bags, dead eyes, messy hair sweating in an air-conditioned room. Ango stood staring at the big screen in front of him, people near him froze seeing the hacked screen where you lay on the floor beaten and bruised. Dress torn, bleeding from your lips and a little from the head and unconscious your body lay while someone angled the camera to your puffy face strained with tears and blood “Release him, Jay whom you arrested a week ago if not she is done for good “ a voice said showing your face and chuckling another voice spoke .” Hey hey she is such a beauty lets not let it go to waste “ hearing that voice few more voices broken into laughter as the screen went black.

Coughing and wheezing you slowly open your eyes, which hurt. Your entire body hurt but your head hurt even more and so did your hands which were tied behind your back as you sat in the chair trying to look up at the men looking at you. “Your bf sure loves you I think he looked so horrified, “ one said. Words were heard but it was hard to process “Ango….” you thought “Sa….me” you mumbled before fainting once again recalling that night ……………………………….

“It is my fault …it is my fault “ he mumbled to himself holding his head and almost tearing his hair out. Ranpo was looking at the files he had shown about Jay while the director of ADA was talking with Mori “It has been 2 days, it is very risky now but since they showed she is alive …we can try I guess” he said while the director just listened staring at Ango.

His heart was beating fast, very fast for the past few hours and all he could imagine were the worst possible things those men could do to someone like you. A normal person who has no idea what about the cruel underground world.”If only I took her calls, if only…..I was there …”

“I should have never fought, even if I did I should have gone and said sorry. I should have not left her alone … She is not involved in this world at all ……” he thought his nails scrapping his scalp when a bandaged hand yanked it from his hair “Enough we found a location if Ranpo’s guess is the right its to best to go fast, “ he said.

Ango could hardly process what was happening, he tried searching for you for hours but had no clue but the moment the mafia and ADA joined hands it was in 4 hours they found your location, was he too tired to search, was he angry at himself for not taking your calls ? he did not know but he knew one thing “ they are going to regret it “ he said following Dazai and Ranpo out.

“Please take it I am sorry “ you kept thinking clutching the phone as if it were your life you kept calling your lover “Please ango I am sorry “ you mumbled keeping it close to your ear as the ring went and went and said the person had not taken the call. Tears ran down your face, you both fought yesterday night when he came home late for the 1000th time according to you “I was forced to work okay “ he said rubbing his temples indicating he was annoyed “If you do not want me in the house.... fine “ he said in a low tone and before you could react he had left the house and did not come home in the morning also.

In the morning when the doorbell rang, you ran to it thinking about how to say sorry, but something told you to take a look at the window near it and there stood 5 men one with a gun talking to the others.

Running inside you hid in your closet and called your lover but he did not take the phone, and it did not take long for the kidnappers to find you and here you were fainted all bloody and beaten up thinking how you shouted at your already overworked boyfriend “ I am sorry …” was all you could think.

“No more ..it hurts ….” when your whole body pain was felt again as you slowly started to gain conciseness you just wanted to rest. But no people were screaming and shouting, there were some harsh words “What was…was it…..” you paid a little closer attention “ Chuuya!” said a loud voice “she is in that room “.

The voice sounded familiar but you could not place it on anyone and instant gunshots were heard, but you could not move or do anything and at this point, your body was on the verge of collapse “ Ango…..be safe….” you thought and fainted as you a bright light in front of you.

The room door which burst open had Ango rushing into you while destruction and chaos were behind him. His hands skilled but trembling untied you from the chair, and he slapped your face gently “Wake up…wake up…y/n….” he said but you did not wake up.

Ranpo came in and stood at the entrance, he knew Ango for reasons and many knew him for various reasons but none were good. They have seen him smile and laugh but not one person has seen him this devastated. Dazai smiled a little standing next to Ranpo “ he found some he truly loves I guess “ he said.

Ango was rocking your cold body mumbling “You are safe …please see me y/n ..open your eyes please” his eyes were wet with tears “Let's take her to the office and get her treated “ Dazai said placing a hand on hso shoulder .

Your head had a sharp sting “Again….” you thought “Voice…just voc-Ango ?” you mumbled slowly opening your eyes. The room was brightly lit it took your eyes a few seconds to adjust but once it did you saw your lover.

Ango was talking to the director or ADA and Mori while the doctor lady from ADA was adjusting your IV “Ango..” you mumbled again a bit louder gaining all their attention.

He rushed to you, holding your hand “Y/n..yes me I am here ….i am here “ he said. His voice broke as he kept saying sorry, his hands were trembling. You have never seen your boyfriend like this and you also did not like this. You wanted to tell him it's okay and it's not this fault, you wanted to comfort him but your throat hurt at the thought of speaking loud.

Collecting any strength you had you pulled him closer by his shirt, hugging his neck you kissed his cheek “ I love you …” cough ..” home.. let's go home “you said. Your words made the man lose all kind of control and sob in your weak little arms but it felt so strong and warm as everyone left the room.

#bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd fanart #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #ango sakaguchi #bsd ango #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs ango #ango x reader #ango x y/n #night dazai

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kemosabeko · 10 months

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RE Actor AU!

I thought I could hide it but I really can't anymore

*this is mostly about wesker but will I apologize? Nah. Imma do my own thing.

A/N: these are very, VERY self-indulgent

Warnings: None, just fluff and crack

Also this is my first post in Tumblr so idk how do texts/posts works in here :p

This was created because my current hyperfixation rn is wesker (YES)

You'd think with his role he'd be uptight and quite the serious actor. Yknow those types.

Oh boy oh boy would you look at that. He just brought another coffee for everyone on set.

MF LITERALLY IS ONE, IF NOT THE MOST, KINDEST PERSON YOU'LL MEET.

Always there to help crews moving their things, especially the heavy ones like camera.

Helps fellow actors with their script and scene.

But the most noteworthy trait of his is being a family man.

WOFJWISHJS GODDD HOLD ON

He literally SHOWS OFF his twins to his co-workers.

Everyone is a victim

"Chris look at this. They're walking"

"Yeah you showed that to me like five times alr-"

"they're WALKING"

Okay biggest victims are Chris and Leon

Jill and Chris are people who entered the industry the same time as Albert and has worked on multiple projects with each other. Hence, their closeness.

Now back to the general cast

Chris and Claire are literally siblings in real life

This franchise is actually Ada's first acting role in the industry! Which immediately became a huge boom to her career, which she didn't expect.

She was actually originally working as a stunt woman, but one time a manager suggested her to do acting after seeing her try to double a character since the original actor was sick, and she couldn't be more thankful that she took the risk.

She's very skilled in martial arts!

She and Albert are some of the few casts that don't do double-stunts.

Leon is a child actor starting from the age of 7.

Came from a very wealthy (aristocratic) family

ABSOLUTELY IDOLIZES ALBERT

Y'know that one story of Tom Holland when he talked about RDJ and was absolutely stunned when he entered the set?

Yep. That's literally Leon on his first day on set.

Look. He's worked with a lot of big shot names. Cate Blanchett, Robert De Niro, Morgan Freeman, Nicole Kidman, you name it!

But has he ever worked with this man with basically a face and body carved by the greek gods themselves, slicked back hair, and possibly the smoothest and healthiest skin ever, who's basically his entire fucking idol and goal to work with? NO!

So why, should he NOT FREEZE UP when he finally met him on set?

Albert saw a blonde, handsome boy sticking out like a sore thumb from the entrance of the set. He quickly realizes that this is the actor they cast for the protagonist. He walks up to them and smiled warmly.

"Hey! we got a new face around here. You must be Leon Kennedy right? Nice to meet you! I'm Albert Wesker"

He stretched out his hand to shake with him, but all Leon could think was

"oh my god... it's ALBERT FUCKING WESKER"

Poor blondie basically stopped working for a few seconds, before he realized how stupid he looked and was on his way to ruin his first impression.

He quickly snapped out of his shock and went to shake his hands and OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO SMOOTH AND WARM AND HIS SMILE--

Had to take a breather when he went to his tent after that encounter.

After that and throughout the shooting, they became closer and eventually became close friends

Which is how Albert met you but that's for another story.

Carlos has a HUGE and I mean, simp level of huge, crush on Jill.

This man really was the real smooth operator cause when he heard that Jill, together with a male character, will be the MC for the third franchise? Oh this man was on a MISSION.

Immediately auditioned and prepared for the role like his life was on the line (on his defense, it was)

The first to hear about this was Chris.

Which he then gossiped to Albert.

To which they both supported Carlos by giving him tips about what Jill likes, hates, her fave foods, her favorite movies, all of that and etc.

CHRIS AND ALBERT #1 VALEVEIRA SHIPPER 💯

Literally had them plotting the most insane shits for a date

Thankfully, their shenanigans bear fruit after a year when Jill finally accepted him as her boyfriend.

Man was so over the moon, he deadass called the other two in the middle of the night to talk about what happened.

Albert was NOT happy being interrupted in his sleep, but decided to let it slide hearing the joy in the younger man's voice.

After all, he wasn't so different when the same thing happened to him with you.

Oh also, did I ever mention that Albert ADORES children?

Which is why he found Sherry so cute! Even though she plots pranks with Leon and Claire occasionally.

Throughout the years, they have become absolutely close friends that they consider each other as family (I'm starting to hear Dom Toretto)

Leon and Ada also eventually became a couple after years of painful pining (the rest of the cast and crew had to suffer witnessing their years of pining for each other)

They often do a late night chats with each other, sometimes they do IG live together when everyone's free.

The fans ABSOLUTELY eats them up because it's their source of meme and crack content from the cast.

The Behind The Scenes were filmed by almost all of them, or whoever wants to.

Tons of them are Chris tripping over almost everything.

Claire trying her stunts and being extremely proud when she successfully does one without her double.

Carlos just playfully punching and having beef with the camera.

It also includes Albert teaching Ada some stunts on how to do them better and more safely, and vice-versa.

And then you got Luis, Ashley, and Leon straight up doing a mukbang ASMR for one of their BTS (they failed horribly cause they, especially Luis, can't stop laughing)

Luis tries teaching Ashley spanish but eventually gave up. But after a few months, Ashley came up to him and said in almost perfect spanish "soy un raton rubio"

Loverboy felt like a proud parent he started singing out of nowhere.

*I feel like I really have so much more to put but maybe I've finally exhausted my ideas so here they are!

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foundfamilyarena · 4 months

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[ID: images of three groups on a versus card. On one side of the versus card is the Armed Detective Agency (ADA) from Bonguo Stray Dogs & The Black Bulls (BB) from Black Butler as a double team. Both groups are posed facing the "camera" with someone in the middle and the rest going diagonally from it. In ADA, some characters are touching and have mostly happy/neutral expressions. One character is at the front of everyone while another is looming in the back. In BB, the characters have swords, magic, and brooms a few are flying on. Their expressions are mostly happy/determined/mischievous, with some deadpan and sad ones. The character in the front is holding a sword to the "camera". There is a distorted building in the background. On the other side of the versus card is Mystery Inc. from Scooby-Doo. They are all running in various postures, seeming mostly frightened. The versus card has a yellow border with yellow roses, a hydrangea, and a dianthus. In the middle is a yellow heart with the word vs in white fancy/swirly font. End ID]

#tournament poll #round 3

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From the bridge of the Shadowsea, Ada watched the monitors and gritted her teeth. The camera drone was barely keeping up with Cinquain's flight armor, and on top of that, throttling down its bandwidth to the relay to stay beneath the station's detection threshold as they approached, so the picture was getting steadily worse. She keyed the mic.

"Cinq. How are you holding up?"

"Green across the board, boss. Thermals where they should be. Deflek geometry solid, aerodynamics smooth like butter."

"Not the armor, Cinq. You."

"Green across the board, boss," her pilot repeated. "You nervous? You sound nervous."

No point in hiding it. "Always."

"Don't be. You trained me for this. Tell the mission jitters to fuck off."

"Wish I could. I don't have your triggers."

"Hard life you live, boss." Her pilot paused. "Coming up on the go/no-go line. We doin' this or what?"

She released the mic switch for the duration of one long intake of breath, held it again. "We're doing it."

"Right."

"And here's me," she told her pilot, and flicked a quartet of hardswitches across the width of the console. The Shadowsea's automatics took it from there.

For a quiet minute, nothing happened.

Then, when the moment was right, the firing solution perfect, the ship shuddered as its twin railguns hurled cobalt slugs in perfect over-the-horizon arcs. Elsewhere on the planet's surface, Cinquain had entrenched weapons where Ada commanded; now buried hypersonic missile launchers ripped their way to the surface to launch a a follow-up barrage of smarter, heavier ordnance.

The camera feed lit up white and then went to SIGNAL LOST. On the voice link, Cinquain whooped and then her signal was gone too.

Ada bit her lip. Nothing to do but wait. And oh, how she hated waiting.

The signals came back, eventually.

The camera drone had survived, and in its feed, defense drones fell burning from the sky. Pillars of ash spread from where railguns and missiles had blasted the station's air defenses to dust. The black wings of Cinquain's armor in approach configuration showed briefly against the steel and glass of the station itself, and then, nothing.

She put the drone into signal relay mode and switched to Cinquain's armor's camera just as Cinquain smashed through the station's walls. The video feed was chaotic, patchy, contrast blown by weapon flash. Most, not all, from Cinq's own weapon.

It was over quickly. She watched every second, room by room, unflinching, reminding herself what this all cost in the end, what was gained, what was lost.

"—day— … —ender—"

"Say again, Cinq."

"I said, that's something you don't see every day, boss. Finally got one of the bastards to surrender."

The armor's camera showed a room full of metal shelves, and a young woman, wearing the usual black and gold but cringing, arms crossed in front of her face as if to ward off Cinquain's cannon.

That didn't happen. Their indoctrination ran deeper than she'd ever been able to figure out a way around — at least, in the field. "You're kidding."

"Nah. Somebody's lucky day, I guess."

"Is the station secure?"

"Other'n this chick, yeah. Everything matched up with our blueprints and personnel records."

"Good. Hold for pickup. I'm bringing the ship in."

"Urgh." She could hear the grimace in her pilot's voice. "Be careful, will ya?"

Despite the chain of command being obvious, short, and to push the metaphor, tightly wrapped around a certain pilot's neck, Cinquain still considered the Shadowsea hers.

Pilots.

"Funny of you to tell me that."

"I'm the one who has to fix the paint job. And last time, two layers of armor underneath—"

Ada spoke a phrase into the mic.

In a voice entirely drained of its irritation, as well as its accent, Cinquain replied: "I hear and obey, Miss."

"Good girl," Ada purred. "Continue to hold. I'll be there shortly."

She reached up to pull the flight controls into position…

#mech pilot #hypnosis #in progress

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mutated-green-things · 2 months

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Dust Bunnies #1: A pleasure to meet you, O Terrapin Mine

Words: 2,481

Pairing: Leosagi

Rating: E

Warnings: No actual content warnings, but this whole ficlet is a Destiny 2 AU and... D2 lore is so goddamn complicated that I am not going to explain it here. Just. Cliff notes: The turtles are essentially zombie space super heroes resurrected by a silent mechanical god known as the Traveller and Usagi is a robot that used to be a human but was stuffed into said robot frame by a madman who wanted to become immortal through technology.

Ada-1 calls him over comms. Something about a newly forged sword he would want a look at. Inspired by a blade carried by Uldren Sov. He doesn’t know how much he likes the idea of using something related to Cayde’s killer, but Ada insists, saying she knows he appreciates the older ways of combat. She also adds something about a new spin on the old ways, and Leonardo honestly has no clue what to make of that.

All of that doubt leads to a faux pas of sorts. There’s a new face in the armory, an exo like Ada, but unfamiliar, as Leonardo felt the mystery sword would be. So he hesitates. Freezes really, long enough that Ada actually chuckles.

“This is Usa-5, Guardian. He won’t bite.”

Leo coughs, continues forward, and holds out one of his bulky, three fingered hands. Usa-5 stares at it curiously for a moment, then bows. Leo blinks, then follows suit, smiling a little under his helmet at such a formal, antiquated greeting.

When he rises he can’t help the one word that slips out, raised at the end like a question. “Usa?”

The new exo doesn’t speak, instead Ada-1 steps in to break the beat of silence. “Yes,” she says, amusement still laced into her voice, “Usa is intentional.

Leo’s eyes are still fixed on… him? Usa-5 is clearly styled to be more masculine, his metal body has sharper angles than Ada’s, even if there is still some curves along his—

Leo’s eyes fly back up, thankful that his helmet is there to cover the sudden heat that flares up into his cheeks. That face. So very distinct in its shaping. It’s why he’d asked about ‘Usa’ in the first place. The eyes are nothing remarkable. Like most other exo’s, they glow bright and occasionally shutter closed like camera lenses, but… but the metal below them doesn’t shape to form lips, or even a recess and volume visualizer like Ada-1’s. Usa-5’s alloys instead bend out to a tip of what Leo can only describe as a snout. That isn’t all though, really it’s not even the most notable feature. No, even more obvious is the tall triangular antennae that flick and sway as Usa-5 stares him down. Leonardo finds himself wondering if he’s ever seen a more charming exo.

He doesn’t ask that. Instead he turns back toward Ada, and tries to word his actual question as carefully as he can. “Not to offend, but is he here because of the new sword or…?”

Neither of them bristle. Ada responds with a nod. “Yes.” Then she tilts her head a little and concedes, “…and no. Usa-5 did indeed craft the blade I called you here for, but he is also here as part of a… training program?”

“An apprentice of yours then?” Leo says it with a playful note to his voice, and gets the sarcastic bite he expects back from Ada.

She rolls her eyes. “Something to that effect I suppose. You see, as much I would love to spend all my precious time attending to you guardians, I simply can’t, especially with the hours you all keep. Still, I and the rest of the armory felt that the forge should continue to be available at all hours if possible. The solution is simple enough. I’ve begun to train others to monitor this post, with Usa-5 being the first of a hand picked few.”

Leo nods, smiles, and turns back to the new face. “So I’ll be seeing more of you then?”

There’s enough of a pause that Leonardo almost doesn’t expect a response, but no, Usa-5 is indeed capable of speech. “Yes, guardian.” He says with a curt nod.

—

Leonardo enters the armory backward: smile on his face, helmet in his hand, ghost at his side, and still chuckling at something Michelangelo said before speeding off to find Donnie.

He turns, and just like last time, freezes. This time, Usa-5 does too. His eyes snap from place to place along Leonardo’s body in a way that by now is completely familiar. When him and his brothers had first been resurrected by the Traveler’s light, there had been questions, wonder, disgust, outrage, curiosity, but between the existence of Exo’s and Awoken, and the undeniable fact that all of them had been chosen, many had gotten used to the presence of four mutated turtles in their ranks. The vanguard’s approval and recognition helped too of course. Not many dared to question Ikora or Zavala individually, and when they agreed on something, well there wasn’t much to do but go along with it.

Still, new lights and rare visitors to the last city were caught off guard at times. Especially when they took any of their armor off. Usa is a bit more tactful than the new lights though, and cuts his stare with another traditional bow. “Guardian.”

Leonardo mimics the movement and takes a moment to contend with the deja vu. When he rises, Okami has already drifted forward, shell twisting to and fro as he inspects what he missed last time. There’s a pause where the only sound is the clicking and whirring of his ghost as he analyzes, then Okami turns, and his mechanical voice is as smug as Leonardo’s ever heard. “You’re right Leo, he is definitely… interesting.”

The teasing makes Leo’s face burn bright and this time there’s no helmet to cover it up. Usa-5 doesn’t seem to pick up on the salacious undertones though, and simply looks at Leo quizzically. “I appreciate being of interest, but I can’t possibly imagine what was so fascinating. I barely spoke last time we met.” Then the metal plates of Usa-5’s snout shift in an unusual way. It takes Leo longer than he wants to admit to realize the change is a gentle smile.

“Y-Your sword.” He says because that’s the first thing that comes to mind. He means the weapon of course, but can already hear Okami turning that into a double entendre later. He squashes that thought down. “It’s been very useful.”

Another shift of metal. The smile is wider now, more enthused than gentle. “Oh good. And it continues to interact with the void light you imbued it with as intended?”

“Yes. Just as you described and demonstrated.”

“Excellent! And what do you think of the projectile overall?”

Leonardo reaches behind him and pulls the sword from its sheath with the sound of metal against leather. It hums in his hands as he holds it out horizontally, pulsing with vibrant purple void light. He recalls how easily the sharp blade broke through hordes of Hive, Eliskni, Cabal but… any sword could do that.

No, what Usa will want to hear are stories like the time he and Donnie were pinned down by a Vex Hydra, tense and scared as they watched Raphael’s ghost slowly repair his broken body in the open. He’ll want to know how the sword’s projectiles buffeted back the hulking mechanical frame long enough for Spike to finish fixing their brother, long enough for them to regroup and win the day.

Leonardo opens his mouth to relay all that, but the recounting sticks in his throat like taffy. There’s another aspect that he isn’t sure he should voice. How he always feels safest with a sword in his hand, even when he knows that the more standard firearms of the Tower and Black Armory are more practical, are safer. Donnie had told him it was likely a memory, something he only half remembered from their past, mortal lives. Regardless of the reason, a ranged blade, a “caster frame” as Ada-1 had called it, allowed him to not have to compromise. Allowed him to always feel secure under fire.

“It’s.” He swallows. “I never would have thought of it, but that part has been invaluable. Really, words can’t express my gratitude.”

Usa-5’s shutter eyes go wide, then click closed and open several times in rapid succession. “You mean it?”

Leonardo nods once, curt and sharp, and Usa-5’s smile blossoms into a bright, beaming thing that Leo can’t help but match.

—

"Hunter."

"I've graduated beyond Guardian now?"

"I am learning. Your roles. Your... Vanguard, and the titles associated with it. The Black Armory was never concerned with such things. Until recently that is."

Leonardo smirks. "I see. I appreciate the interest. Ada-1 still calls me Guardian. Just... don't make it obvious you're developing a soft spot. Secret's safe with me."

Usa-5's mechanical 'ears' flick downward, hinting at embarrassment or at the very least the fact that he's caught off guard. Just like a rabbit, Leonardo thinks.

—

Leonardo holds the little tin package gingerly, rubbing his fingers over the cool metal. He’s already delivered Ikora’s and Zavala’s cookies and he’s of course picked out more targeted gifts for his brothers, but he’s questioned and reconsidered this Dawning present over and over.

Baked goods are standard, friendly, but not considered and personal like what he gave his family. He’s had deeper conversations with Usa-5 now. Not anything terribly profound but more than casual greetings and small talk. That’s how he’s learned of Usa-5’s love for vanilla shortbread. That’s how he learned that Usa-5 hadn’t celebrated the dawning in a long, long while.

“If you don’t make a move soon I’m going to charge in and tell him how much of a chicken you are.” Leonardo startles at Okami’s words, then glares at the little laughing menace. He’s never known another ghost that takes so much delight in teasing its guardian. Even Klunk, fun loving though he is, usually teases others with Michelangelo.

“I’m—“ he goes to scold his ghost, but then pauses, sighs, and looks down at his gift again. “What if it’s too much?”

“Oh please! They’re cookies! I bet you fifty thousand glimmer he got you some too.”

Leonardo rolls his eyes. As ghost and guardian, their resources are intertwined, so any glimmer of his also belongs to Okami. Once Drifter had taught them what gambling was though, there was always some sort of bet from his ghost. Even if it didn’t really count as such. Especially when it didn’t count.

“I don’t—“

Okami starts to drift backward toward the Black Armory’s entrance. “I’m gonna do it!”

Leonardo lurches forward, grabbing for his ghost’s traitorous form, only for Okami to dart away once, twice, thrice. Leo almost has him, the little demon, just—

“Hunter? Are you alright?”

Leo turns slowly, and sees Usa-5’s bright eyes staring into him, all curiosity and concern. Okami speaks before he can, calling out cheerfully. “A joyous Dawning to you, Usa-5.”

Leo wants to cringe into himself, into dust, into a puddle on the floor, even as Usa-5 five calls back cheerfully, “Yes! A happy Dawning to you as well, Ghost. And you too, Hunter.”

It’s too much. Usa won’t even use his name. Even something as surface level as baked goods is too obviously sentimental to be appropriate. Especially when they’re homemade, especially when Leo remembered his favorite from an offhand comment said weeks ago. Maybe he could just—

“I— I got you something. Well. More… made you something.” It takes Leonardo a moment to realize those words are not his own, but Usa-5’s. “It’s nothing extravagant or unusual, but I did not wish to go overboard, and Ada said this would be… appropriate.”

Leo’s gaze drifts down from the bright eyes, the metal snout. Usa-5 is holding out a sword in both hands. A finely crafted, honed thing with a long, thin metal blade that has frost creeping along its back edge. Leo immediately feels the pulsing weight of darkness energy, of stasis, of control.

“How—“

“The Drifter infused it for me. He was very helpful once I asked, though he kept pestering me with strange questions.”

“Oh I bet he did…” Okami says it with an edge that implies a lot of… something. Leo guesses there might be another entendre in there somewhere, but before he can really start puzzling it out, Okami continues, more cheerfully, “That’s great! Fantastic really, since Leonardo got you something too.”

Leo freezes as those words float out into the air. He’s ashamed to admit that he does consider ending Okami right then and there for the briefest of moments, then even more embarrassing, he contemplates running for many, many more moments.

“Oh! That’s very kind of you. I—“ There’s a stuttering whirr that sounds a lot like cogs and wires getting tangled up. For a moment Leo even considers that there might be a serious malfunction in Usa-5’s artificial voice box or metallic jaw. It is kind of just… hanging open. But then the muzzle clicks shut and opens a second later with a gentle, joyous smile. “Thank you.”

Okami doesn’t say anything else, he simply floats out of the way and turns toward his guardian. Deferring to him, but also… egging him on almost.

Leo takes the hint and power walks down the hall, hand already outstretched to offer what seems like a measly gift next to Usa-5’s sword. Each movement is mechanical and stiff, more robotic than any exo, ghost, or Vex Leonardo had ever seen. “Here I— um. I-I’m pretty sure I remembered correctly.”

Usa-5’s shifts the sword to one hand and lets it drop to his side. Each movement seems like water next to what Leonardo was… attempting a moment ago. Usa plucks the tin up with one sleek, intricate hand. They too look like the picture of grace next to the thick, heavy, three-fingered mitts the mutation left Leo and his brothers with. He does his best not to dwell on the difference.

Watching Usa work is a much better use of his time anyway. The way his thumb flexes, strains against the metal cap for a moment, before it yields and pops open. The way that digit keeps lifting, flicking the lid to the side to reveal what Leo can only hope is a prize worth the effort.

“These—“ There’s a moment where lenses whirr, shutter closed. Then Usa-5’s muzzle flexes and spreads into that bright, beaming sort of smile again. “You did remember. Vanilla shortbread, and—“ he giggles, actually *giggles.* Leo didn’t know a member of the black armory could do that. He does know it’s the most wonderful sound he’s heard since the Traveler resurrected him. “Look at them. Shaped like little blades.”

Usa-5 had been focused on the gift until that moment, but when his bright eyes and shining smile turn up, back toward Leo, there’s a funny little flutter his heart and stomach do simultaneously.

He knows he should say something. ‘You’re welcome’ ‘I’m glad you like them.’ Nothing comes out. Leo doesn’t mind though. Usa-5’s next words are better than anything he could have come up with.

“Thank you Hu—“ a pause, a shifting of the lenses in those glowing eyes, then, “Thank you, Leonardo.”

#leosagi #katanashipping #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #usagi miyamoto #tmnt 2k3 #my fanfiction #destiny 2

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Ship Headcanons - Ada/Leon

Thank you for the tag, @lordbhreanna!!

Gives forehead/nose kisses: Leon in his softer moments would do this, or Ada may sneak a forehead kiss while Leon is asleep. He's very affectionate with her. Sometimes Ada has to ask him to ease off a little or she gets overwhelmed.

Gets jealous the most: Leon, but it’s never that serious. I headcanon them in an open relationship post re4r.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Ada.

Takes care of on sick days: Both. I’d say this is one of those times when Ada can express her care and tenderness for Leon, by looking after him.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Ada, if Leon is being gloomy. Unless it’s off season and cold, then they might settle for walking alongside the surf together in their winter coats.

Gives unprompted massages: Fortunately for Leon, Ada has a skill for this.

Drives/rides shotgun: Depends. If they’re pressed for time, Ada drives; out of the two, she is the one with a keener sense of direction, and she’s faster on the road. "You can be the DJ, Leon."

Brings the other lunch at work: I can see Leon giving Ada a little something for the road, when they’re older.

Has the better parental relationship: Ada because she has none (out of choice) and the closest she will get to raising another living thing is a happy little vegetable garden in her 40s.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Ada would start a conversation about this. She is more open about what she likes, whereas Leon has been playing one role in the bedroom for so long that he *thinks* it's what he likes until Ada gently breaks through to him. Admittedly this takes a lot of patience and good humor on her part. I don’t know. Could be hot to write haha. Maybe for my drabble fic?

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Leon with his love for soul music, jazz and 50s crooning oldies. Picture them dancing in the darkest part of the morning, and he’s holding her, fingertip to fingertip, and they’re quietly swaying to Etta James singing “Stormy Weather.” The alcohol makes it feel like they’re outside time for a bit. As for Ada, I doubt she would get that drunk and vulnerable so soon. But let’s say she does. She drinks until a dreamy slowness takes over her body, and her hand movements are grand and delicate and sweeping the sky fully. Do you know this scene from the film Burning? I imagine it’s like that. “Summertime” by Sam Cooke would be perfect for Ada.

Still cries watching Titanic: Leon, probably. He would have to be drunk. Sleepy drunk. Maybe it’s the scene leading up to the scientists’ interview with Rose (scientists or treasure hunters? lol idk) when a little robot is sent to investigate the Titanic’s ruins underwater. Leaning into the image through tears, Rose follows the slow, drifting passage the camera makes through each darkened room, sifting through debris and gradually illuminating the wreckage. It’s heartbreaking to watch the sorrowful recognition on her face as the camera pushes on. There isn’t much visibility down there. No sound either. But you can hear, in the depths of Rose’s memory, music fading in and out of time, and the ship’s decayed and empty corridors flash to a night when it was once full, rippling with light and so much life. I really do believe places hold the imprint of people (yes, even music) inside. I think Leon would too.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Ada. She would be dazzling as Trinity from The Matrix.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Ada again!

Makes the other eat breakfast: Leon cooks if there’s enough time in the morning.

Remembers anniversaries: What anniversary lol? If they’re celebrating anything, it would be Wesker’s death.

Brings up having kids: Out of curiosity, Ada. She likes hearing him talk about these things, not necessarily kids, but a possible life, one that exists in the space between imagination and the circumstances of their reality, a life expanded by a conversation they return to again and again for comfort. In an alternate timeline, she wonders, who would they be? For Ada, it’s this mutual dreaming that borders something like magic. It is a place where she finds joy, ordinary and wondrous.

I love writing into this space when it comes to these two partly because such ordinary moments of joy aren’t promised for them. Nothing in their world is. And I don’t think that changes until years after Lanshiang when Ada begins to hope, truly allows herself to hope, for a gentler way of living (one of my unpublished WIPs is about this). It begins with Leon sharing one story of a possible world and she tells him another. Tell me about the things you love. And why.

Tagging @frozen-fountain, @pink-strawberry-kissess and anyone else who wants to do this. It can be any ship you want!

if you found this by accident, hello! I'm a small writer with a few aeon fics on AO3. I know it's not much :) but I’m happy you’re here!

#aeon #ada wong #leon x ada #ada x leon #fic #headcanons #ada wong headcanons #leon kennedy

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sapphire-weapon · 11 months

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When the RE4Remake cast did that livestream together after the game launched, Wesker's actor mentioned how the only other actor he did mo-cap and shared a scene with was Ada's. I assume this means they have a physical meeting as they wouldn't need them together to do the radio calls. People thought he'll meet her to give her the mission at the start but I don't think he'd be willing to meet until she was meant to hand the sample over. Which obviously didn't happen so post-game scene seems likely

I am being completely, utterly, 100%, without a doubt normal about the information you've just given me.

It is taking every fiber of my being to not go on a huge "I KNEW IT THEY'RE DOIN IT THEY DID IT IT'S A NEW FUCKIN CANON" spree - because, while I could do that, and while I desperately want to do that, there's also something else here.

Ada and Wesker have never interacted in person with each other before.

This is a series first. And I don't just mean on camera, either -- there's a non-zero chance that Ada and Wesker have never actually met in person at all, period. Wesker has only ever been a face on a screen or a voice through a radio every single time Ada's interacted with him.

In OG's Separate Ways, Ada says that she "sent" Wesker the fake sample. Not gave. Sent. Which says to me that, even when she does missions for him, he sends in a liaison to pick up the goods when the mission is finished (possibly Excella?); he doesn't meet with her himself.

So, for this to change is actually huge. This is a big fucking deal.

Something major must have happened in order for Wesker to actually break that boundary and appear before her in person. Something, like, say... Ada holding Wesker's chopper pilot at gunpoint and fucking off with the Amber.

When I said that Wesker could possibly be the final boss of RE4make's Separate Ways, that was a crazy shot-in-the-dark Hail Mary of a guess just based on how incredibly detailed his combat animations are in Mercenaries. But, actually, with this new information? It might actually be true.

There must be a reason why Capcom didn't confirm Separate Ways up front when it was a foregone conclusion that it was going to be made. There must be a reason why they've been so incredibly tight-lipped about it, even after so much of the metadata has already been pulled out of the game files by modders.

Separate Ways is about to be a big fucking deal. Separate Ways might change RE canon forever.

#resident evil 4 #albert wesker #ada wong #i'm so excited to see their body language when they talk to each other in person #the true nature of their relationship has always been such a big mystery in this series #despite the fact that they've been partners for as long as chris and jill have been partners #well #“partners”#and seeing how they act in each other's physical presence is going to tell us so much #oh god #i'm going to end up writing hot distrustful clearly-using-each-other ada/wesker smutfic aren't i #im so excited

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour MORRISON, CO - JUN 21 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

4:00 PM – Parking Opens

6:00 PM - Doors Open

7:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

Lines can begin to form at 4pm

GA in the back of the venue

The whole venue is OUTDOORS ONLY

Thunderstorms expected during the evening! Prepare accordingly.

Check the venue’s socials and website for updates!

⛰⚠️HIGH ALTITUDE & ALTITUDE SICKNESS ADVISORY⚠️⛰

Red Rocks is located at an elevation of 6,450 ft. We encourage you to drink plenty of water and take your time when walking / climbing the many stairs located throughout the venue.

Altitude sickness is common, especially for those traveling to Denver/Red Rocks from lower altitudes.

Symptoms include: shortness of breath, headaches, nausea and/or vomiting, dizziness, tiredness, loss of appetite and more.

Treatment: take ibuprofen. Take nausea medication if necessary. Drink way more water than you think is a lot. Drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV.

Do not smoke, drink alcohol, or exercise.

Use an oxygen bottle, available at most grocery stores, pharmacies or convenience stores ($9-25).

⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

ATTENTION: YOU WILL HAVE TO HIKE to get to the venue (200-900ft). Red Rocks is in a park. Walking on non-paved areas is necessary. Wear appropriate shoes.

Thunderstorms expected during the evening! Prepare accordingly.

Temperatures expected to be in the 50s at night, dress appropriately!

Download the Red Rocks app for maps, ticketing and more

For assistance during the show text 720-466-1323

Parking: Parking is FREE and available at the Red Rocks Park. Event staff will direct you once you enter the park. We recommend arriving early to avoid traffic and ensure you have plenty of time to get to the venue. We encourage carpooling or taking a shuttle. For info about drop off, how to get there, etc click here.

ADA info here

Cameras: Personal point and shoot cameras without removable lenses ALLOWED.

Please note: Due to ongoing construction on the Top Plaza, the availability of food and drink is limited

Tailgating must be confined to the rear of your vehicle and not interfere with the parking of other vehicles.

Restrooms are located downstairs at the north and south ends of the Visitor Center, and even more on the South Ramp. Two accessible family restrooms are located on the plaza at the north and south ends plus one in the North Concession Stand. Additional restrooms are located to the left and right of the stage on the South Ramp and at the North Stairs.

There is no smoking of any kind in the seating area. Cigarette and e-Cigarette smoking is permitted in designated areas along the outside rail of the outside North and South stairs. All marijuana products are prohibited at Red Rocks.

Water: Non-alcoholic beverages in factory sealed plastic containers (32 oz. or less) allowed, unless prohibited by the show; some shows may require the removal of lids upon entering the amphitheater. Empty, reusable water bottles (32 oz. or less) or Empty Hydration packs (Camelbaks, etc.) are allowed but limited to 2L in size, with no more than one pocket in addition to the one holding the water reservoir

Soft-sided coolers, six-pack size (10″ x 7″ x 7″ or smaller) ALLOWED

Food for personal consumption only; food must be in a clear plastic bag (one gallon or less), fruit and vegetables must be sliced, plastic utensils only

Binoculars ALLOWED

Blankets: Can be no larger than 40″ x 60.” They must not extend beyond ticketed seating area and are not permitted on any walkways

Stadium seats and seat cushions (must be under 18″ wide, cannot have legs)

NO climbing the rocks. Violators are subject to arrest and prosecution.

NO alcohol

NO Glass bottles/objects or aluminum cans

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO Umbrellas

NO Aerosols (e.g. hairspray and sunscreen)

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Hard-sided coolers or soft-sided coolers larger than 10″x7″x 7″

NO strollers

NO Confetti, glitter and other items that can be thrown

NO Hula hoops

NO Gum

NO Selfie sticks

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

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*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security

For more details click here

Bag Policy:

SINGLE POCKET bags no larger than 13” wide, 15” tall and 8” deep can be brought into the amphitheater.

Small purses and fanny packs that are 6″ x 9″ or smaller,

as well as hydration packs 2L or smaller, are also allowed.

Multi-pocket bags are not permitted.

Have your bags open and available for inspection upon arrival at the gates

For more details click here

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Small signs and flags are ok but cannot interfere with other guest's experience of the show

No poles or sticks allowed

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 720-865-2494. You can also access their website. Message them here. Check their twitter here and IG here for updates. Address: 18300 WEST ALAMEDA PARKWAY MORRISON, CO 80465. Venue: RED ROCKS PARK & AMPHITHEATRE

#fitfwt morrison #fitfwt denver #red rocks #venue info #venue policy

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esperanzagalaxy · 2 years

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RQG request #17, another ada scene for @phoenixphire24!! i already said how your request was the perfect moment to draw something i’d wanted to do since it happened, so thank you again! with her design clear, i could finally illustrate the only thing more baddass than zolf’s icicles, in my biased opinion. ada and skraak’s stand-off in the lab was TOP TIER. i’d originally wanted to do something cleaner, but i think this isn’t bad. it’s really close to the mood i wanted! i did touch up the faces digitally, since the wash was too messy and i wanted their expressions to come off clearly.

fineliners and ink wash on paper with digital touch-ups.

ID under the cut!

[ID: a traditional illustration of ada and skraak. ada is shown as a young white woman with long, tangled black hair with big eyes, goggles on her forehead and long leather gloves. she has a dress with light, poofy sleeves, a high collar, a long skirt, and a corset that's lined with tools and from which a leather apron hangs. skraak is a kobold with spiky horns and ear-fins, wearing dark leather armor and a blade on the tip of his tail. ada is standing at the center, with skraak in front of her, in a battle stance. he's half-crouching menacingly, facing the viewer with an angry snarl. he's twisting his torso in such a way that he's holding a dagger to the front with his right claw, and the dagger of stalking back and pointing upwards with the left. ada is pointing towards the viewer with a wand on her left hand, from which five magic missiles spiral out, closing in on the camera around the edges of the drawing. she looks angry and determined, standing tall behind skraak. they're against a wall and the floor of the lab is visible at the bottom. the drawing is rendered hastily with ink wash. end ID]

#rusty quill gaming #rqg #rqg ada #rqg ada lovelace #skraak #doodle #fanart #traditional #2022 #the great swarm of rqg requests 2k22

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everybodyhatesluh · 11 months

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The wallet

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it's been a busy week for you and all the ADA detectives have worked hard in the past few days. (less dazai because he is lazy) So it was already night when you and your kida boyfriend arrived at your shared apartment. You were about to open the door when you realize you forgot your purse at the agency.

"Damn it!" you whisper as you run your hands in your pockets trying to find the key, which was impossible since you always carried the keys in your bag after kunikida complained about how dangerous it could be to carry it in your pocket.

"Are you okay?" Doppo speaks lifting the gauze from the notebook for you. "I just realized I forgot my purse at the agency" You speak with a sigh.

“The luck is that I have my cell phone” Kunikida looks at you as he takes the key he keeps with him and says: “Again? Last time we were still close to the agency and there was time to go back and get it, but that's okay, I'll be back. there and get it if you want to- " "What? You don't need kida, I will call dazai who stayed there and ask him to stay with the purse, it's too late to go back there" You interrupt him. "Will you trust him to keep your bag? "He says laughing tiredly entering the apartment with you." It's not like there is anything compromising there "You say, laughing lightly walking towards the bedroom." If you say, fine then "he says from the living room.

You bathe, put on your pajamas and sit on the bed picking up your cell phone and calling your friend dazai via video call. He answers and poping your ears screams:" Y / N ! HELLO I! Look what I found on your desk when I was leaving the agency !!! "he raises his arm showing that he has his bag in his hand."

"Dazai first, you don't have to shout - I'm listening, and secondly, that's why I called you! Can you be sweet and take care of my bag?"

"SWEET??? HMMM I CAN, BUT YOU NEED TO COMMIT DOUBLE SUICIDE WITH ME- " "DAZAIII!"

You and your boyfriend scream simultaneously when kunikida enters the room carrying a towel. "ok I don't need to hear the kunikida's screams again, he yells at me all day." Kunikida leaves the room to take a shower.

"But you can take care of the bag right? " "Sure! But that color of lipstick doesn't suit you!" "Dazai When I asked you to take care of the bag, I didn't mean you could touch it!"

At that time kunikida appears again at the door asking if you want tea, you accept and return to the conversation with dazai." OOoOoh your wallet !!! "He shows on camera your bag messed up with your things out. "DAZAIII!"

"Belladona what is this?" he says."IS JUST MY WALLET, LEAVE AT THERE!" But even with your screams dazai open the wallet. "OWNT Y/N HOW CUTE! Kunikida-kun looks happy in this photo, as he is always angry thats a surprise" he is holding your wallet open with a little photo of you and kunikida at your last birthday, you too where very happy this day, doppo surprise you with a picnic at a big flower park, your favorite park, he was just to cute to handle >.<. Soo you wanted to keep this beautiful moment with you! Since you was so busy recently that almost didn't go out with your boyfriend, so you decided to keep a memory that you can see every day inside of your bag !

"He was soo happy this day...i miss going out and just forgetting all problems of life...and the best part, staying with Kunikida all day.. kissing, hugging...." You blush as you remember how the day ended...You and Kunikida cuddling on the bed, kissing and caressing eachother...- wait- Dazai is still on the call uhg-

"I see you are very happy with him, these Red cheeks say a lot haha! almost makes me stop wanting to kill myself with you... almost..." he laughs as he put your wallet back on the purse.

"Well can you bring the purse tomorrow? Pretty please dazai?" You ask.

"Anything for you belladona!" He hangs up the call and you turn to see you boyfriend almost crying at the door, looks like he heard a little.

"I-im soo glad to have you by my side..." he enters the room with the tea in hands.

"I love you Kuniki-" he interrupts you

"You know what? Grab my wallet." He says to you. Red and confused, you grab the wallet at the table besides the bed and open it.

The vision you see is, money,cards,and a picture of you he took on your first date together. next to that, notes of how beautiful you looked that day.

"I needed to keep the beauty of you that day with me.. and now that i can see it everyday...i use this photo to remember how Lucky i am." He puts the tea on the table and sits with you on the bed.

"Love...." you start to kiss him with all your love and affection....

*next day*

Dazai opens the door with your key, since he has your purse. "Hello?? You guys are here??"

He open the door of tou as he say: GOOD MORNIN- AAAAAAAA NAKED KUNIKIDA NOOOO-

"aaAAAAAAAA" you cover yourself with the blankets

"YOU BASTARD DONT KNOW HOW TO KNOCK??" Your boyfriend screams as he trow a pillow on Dazai.

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Well im brazilian soo thats the best english i can write,hope you like it!

#kunikida doppo x reader #bungou stray dogs #kunikida doppo #bsd fanfic #anime aesthetic #kunikidaxreader #dazai x reader

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