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oolongteaboba · 11 months

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# ◞ ˚ ─ PRETTY DOE EYES

info. rocket raccoon/gn!reader. est. 740 words.

you give rocket head, and he finishes on your face. that's it. that's the plot.

a/n. this originally was supposed to be a ~200 word drabble, but it got wayy out of hand. also sorry for this being the second rocket fic that's kinda sappy (if you squint), but it's a bad habit, and i just like having some feelings sprinkled into my smut.

“Fuck dollface, just like that,” Rocket grunts, his intonation barely even a murmur. He roughly tugs on your hair in encouragement, Rocket’s fingers weaving through your hair as you attempt to take him on your knees.

Languidly, you lap your tongue around the pre-cum stained tip, teasing him with kitten licks. Rocket emits a low and guttural grunt, his hands firmly gripping the armrest of his captain’s pilot seat. Your lips are slick and wet, with the tiniest bit of drool dripping down your chin. He’s incredibly hard and warm in your mouth; Rocket’s cock resembles a human man’s, although shorter in length, but enough to leave you feeling full and struggling to breathe.

You switch between circling and kissing the crown of his cock, still able to keep eye contact with Rocket, albeit he’s unable to do the same. Rocket tenses from the unadulterated intimacy swimming in your eyes; they're wide and pretty, but most of all, it’s all for him.

The wet and graphic sounds of you sucking his cock reverberate through the ship’s halls; you’d moan if it weren’t for your lips parted around his length. Absentmindedly, you move a hand to your crotch, eager for any stimulation to ease the rapidly building heat between your thighs.

“You’re that horny from sucking me off?” Rocket brings you out of your sex-induced haze, his voice degrading and raspy. You continue sucking, lapping your tongue from the base of his cock to his sensitive tip before shortly answering with a brief, almost silent yes and a nod. As soon as you reply and your lips leave his girth, he bucks his hips in your mouth, entirely enveloping himself back inside and eliciting a whiny mewl from you. The curve of his length is enough to hit and bruise the lower back of your throat.

Rocket proudly huffs, enjoying every inch of his cock wrapped around your warm mouth and soft lips. “That’s a good fuckin’ whore for me. Keep breathin’ through your nose, and use your hands next, alright, sweetheart?” You give Rocket a look that reads yes; you press your thumb into the palm of your hand, trying to fight against your gag reflex. With your dominant hand, you massage his balls, bobbing your head up and down on his cock, feeling the back of your eyes water from how deep he is.

With a suppressed moan, you squeeze and rub your thighs together to distract yourself from the pleasure you’re deprived of, wholly focusing on Rocket. He brushes the stray strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear before mercilessly gripping the back of your head and fucking your mouth as if you’re his fleshlight for his personal use. You tighten your already closed fist, ignoring how close you are from gagging on Rocket’s length. Saliva pools in the corners of your lips, and you steadily breathe through your nose, just like Rocket told you. His pace changes from desperate to erratic, chasing his pleasure; the taste of his pre-cum is salty, and you can taste him from the back of your throat.

“Shit, I’m so fuckin’ close-” Rocket cuts himself off with a breathy grunt, and from feeling him writhe and twitch underneath you, he’s close. His nails dig into his seat; his breathing labored from the pleasure-filled sensation. Your ministrations don’t stop, and you keep fluttering and choking around his cock, almost begging him to cum. Heat spreads all over his skin, his length throbbing for release. “Fuck- you’re gonna take all of me, yeah, doll?”

You don’t take a second to reply, your inflection needy and begging for him. “Yes, Rocket.”

“Open your mouth wider.” You easily comply and stick your tongue out, aching to taste more of him, his cock wet and dripping with arousal. “Swallow what’s in your mouth, but leave what’s on your face.”

He brings a hand to stroke his cock, completely soaked from your saliva and his pre-cum, right above your face. Jerking himself in front of you, he pants and huffs while he chases his climax until his cum spills and drips all over your hot cheeks and swollen lips. His right-hand caresses your cheek, resting right underneath your jawbone. You swallow the cum in your mouth, savoring its bitter taste on your tongue, while you look at Rocket with that same damned look on your face.

Yeah, Rocket will never get used to how pretty your eyes are.

#🪐 - gotg fics #rocket x reader smut #rocket raccoon x you #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket x reader #rocket x you

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baby-germany · 8 days

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meeting Zoro and his old friends (3/3)

“Aw, come on,” I pleaded. “Don’t you have a heart?” The bartender looked me dead in the eye and shook his head. “Sorry, y/n, but it’s too risky for me to bring you your customers,” he announced and proceeded to wash the glass in his hand. “But if you’re not going to help me, no one will.” I complained. After I ran away from the last city three years ago, I’ve been on quite a ride. I even managed to enter the Grand Line. But life here was far from easy. Originally, I had planned to quit my “job” as a thief and start all over again, but strangely enough, no one was willing to take me in. So I had nothing left to do but to start stealing from others. The bartender was the man who brought me my customers, and I stole what they wanted. But now he’s telling me I can’t do that anymore because it’s too risky?! I call bullshit.

“Y/n,” he said. “Life is hard, and with you, it’s even harder. You mean trouble, and I just want to live my life in peace.” He explained again, but I just huffed and grumbled, asking, “Can I have at least a drink for free?” The bartender looked at me for a few seconds, then rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, why not?” It wasn’t much, but a free drink was better than nothing.

Suddenly, the door to the bar was pushed open wildly and loudly. “Meat!” A young man, a bit younger than me, spoke, and it almost looked like he had stars in his eyes. He wore a pair of sandals and blue pants that reached to his knees. He also wore a red sleeveless blouse and a straw hat with a red stripe. Beside him stood a woman with a short skirt and t-shirt. She had orange hair and looked a bit annoyed by the man next to her. On his other side stood an animal, shyly. Maybe it was a raccoon dog or something like that. It wore a big red hat and a blue backpack.

“Hey, old man!” the young man shouted across the room. “Do you have meat?” I glanced at the bartender, who appeared somewhat shocked. “What’s the matter?” I whispered to him. Perhaps showing kindness would encourage him to help me again. “Ever heard of the Straw Hat pirate crew?” I shook my head slightly. Living day to day, I hadn’t found time to read newspapers or keep up with such things. “There are pirates. This man is the captain. He has a bounty of 100 berries on his head.” “One hundred?” I whispered, almost screaming. Maybe I should become a pirate hunter; that would be more lucrative than stealing. “Hey!” the man bellowed, closing the distance between us. “Answer me!” he demanded, pointing at his face. “O-of course, we have meat. Lots of meat” the old man confirmed. Happily, the man sat down a couple of seats away from me and surveyed the room. “Luffy, remember, we have to buy other supplies too!” the woman warned him. So his name is Luffy. Good to know. “I never thought I’d meet such famous people here.” I said, gazing into my glass. Curious, the three turned their attention toward me. “The Straw Hats are pretty famous, huh?” I looked at Luffy with a slight smile, hoping to strike up a conversation. “Who are you?” he asked, tilting his head. His large eyes bore into mine. “I? Well, that’s a secret.” I winked at him and chuckled as he appeared unimpressed.

He might be around my age, but he reminds me more of a child. "Y/n, don’t you just sit around, go make yourself useful!" the bartender said from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes. He just told them my ‘secret,’ but I guess that’s fine. ‘Why?’ I asked instead. ‘Because if you help, I might bring you fresh customers.’ I sighed dramatically and stood up to walk behind the bar. ‘So?’ I said. ‘Anything else, or just meat?’ ‘Meat’ the man replied, but the woman beside him raised her voice. ‘Maybe a cup of water or something. This island is too hot for Chopper; I don’t want him to dehydrate.’ I looked to the raccoon dog who seemed to be nodding. ‘Yes, water would be nice,’ he said quietly, and I almost lost my cool. It can talk!! What kind of creature was that?! But instead of completely losing it, I just smiled and poured him a cup of water. ‘Here ya go.’ Now, the bartender came in with a plate of fine-looking meat. ‘How come I never get to eat something so fine-looking?’ I asked the old man. Whenever I ordered something from him, it always looked rotten. Luffy laughed and said proudly, ‘This is nothing against my cook!’ ‘A cook?’ Slowly I raised my eyebrow. ‘Yeah, Sanji is the best cook ever.’ He said while raising his fist in the air. The woman beside him smiled a bit and seemed to agree with him. ‘Well, I don’t doubt you.’ I laughed as well. Somehow, this man had a charm that made me like him and feel at ease. ‘I have the best crew ever!’ the man announced. ‘I have a cook, a swordsman, and a navigator.’ He looked at the woman beside him. ‘A liar, an archaeologist, and a monster!’ He grinned at me, but not for long, because his navigator punched him against the back of his head. She looked mad and said in a stern tone, ‘Chopper is not a monster; he is our doctor, you idiot!’ ‘You’re the doctor?’ I asked and looked at Chopper a bit closer. He didn’t seem to like all this attention, but he still nodded. ‘Yes’ he timidly answered.

“Wow, it must be cool to be such a cute doctor and a so famous pirate crew!” I cheered. “Stop it, you idiot!” Chopper screamed suddenly, but his cheeks were tomato red, and he smiled from one ear to the other. “Hearing that doesn’t make me happy!” And slowly, he sat down on the chair beside Luffy and looked at me, with little stars in his eyes, obviously waiting for me to make him another compliment. “You must be pretty smart to be a doctor” I said with a smile on my lips. “I said stop it!” he chuckled and tried to hide under his hat. Luffy laughed loudly and said amused, “Typical Chopper!” Again, the door of the bar opened, and a man in a black coat and a black hat went inside. I knew who it was. This man was Haruot. A man who I stole from. But it was really worth the money. “There you are, Y/N” he said with a bitter grin. “I was looking for you everywhere. You see, I don’t appreciate it when someone uses me to get what they want!” At the end, he nearly screamed, but I was unfazed. After leaving the three strange men, I came to love so much, I trained by myself. They pretty much inspired me to become stronger, especially Zoro. “About that,” I said. “Sorry.” I wasn’t really sorry, but maybe we could still talk things out. “Y/N, I liked you. Really, I did. But seeing you just gives me the urge to pull the trigger.” Fast as lightning, he pulled out his gun from underneath his coat and aimed at me. “Goodbye, bad girl!” he said with a gleeful grin and then pulled the trigger. But Luffy just stretched his arm… And something strange happened. His arm caught the bullet and fired it back at Haruto. It was too fast for me to clearly see what happened, but from my perspective, it looked almost like his arm was made out of rubber. I hadn’t had time to think more about it because I ran towards Haruto and landed a good punch right between his eyes. His bones made a strange sound, and then he passed out on the floor. “AWESOME!” Luffy cheered as I looked back at them. “Is your arm alright?”

“Huh?” Luffy looked at me, wondering, then nodded and said, “Yeah, I’m alright. I’m a rubber man.” He stretched his cheek to show me. “See?” he asked. “Luffy ate a devil fruit" the navigator explained. “You were so cool, Y/N!” Chopper said truthfully, and I smiled at the little baby. “Thanks, but in comparison to my old friend, I’m nothing!” “Wow, he must be so cool” Chopper said. “I bet he got even stronger than he was when I last saw him” I said proudly. Of course, I was talking about Zoro. “Nami?” Luffy said. “Something’s wrong?” “Hm?” the woman called Nami looked at him. “No, I’m fine,” she sighed. “But what was that about?” she asked me. “Well, I might have stolen some things from him and made him angry,” I said truthfully. “You’re a thief?” Chopper said. “Ah, well. Yes, but I’m a kind one.” “A thief…” Luffy thought aloud. “Nami! She’s just like you!” “No, she’s not!” “Nami’s right, Luffy. Y/N is a bit stronger but surely has no clue with navigating.” Luffy looked at me for a long time, and I started to overthink things. Why wasn’t he even blinking?! “Join my crew,” he then bluntly announced, and my chin literally dropped to the floor. “W-what?” I asked. “Join my crew. You’re cool.” I thought for a while, but not really that long. Shortly, I agreed.

After Luffy finished his meal, we strolled through the town. They needed to buy some supplies before returning to the ship, so I played tour guide. Once we reached the Going Merry, Luffy’s excitement echoed across the deck: “HEEY! We’re back! Sanji, I want to eat!” But my attention shifted to a man emerging from the upper room. His heart-shaped eyes locked onto me, and he exhaled smoke from his cigarette. Blond hair, a quirky eyebrow curl, and a fine suit—quite the ensemble. “Who are you?” he asked, surprisingly not suspicious. Instead, he bombarded me with questions and compliments. “Want to eat, beautiful? I can cook anything you desire.” His wink was cut short by Nami’s punch. “Stop overwhelming her!” she scolded. Luffy protested, “Nami, no! Now he can’t make me food!” Amidst the chaos, another man appeared. Tan-skinned, curly-haired, and sporting a long nose, he introduced himself as Usopp. He wold me that he was the greatest pirate on the seas, commanding 800 warriors! Quite the entertainer, that Usopp!

Lastly, a woman appeared. She had black, long hair and shining blue eyes. Her skin was a bit tanned, and she wore a white blouse with purplish jeans. She introduced herself as Nico Robin, and I had the feeling that I’d heard that name before. I talked a bit with the crew to get to know them better. I wasn’t planning on staying forever, but if I had the opportunity to meet new people who would carry me along with them for free, I might as well get to know them better. I never left the upper deck of the ship; I could look around for another day. The sun shone too nicely to go inside and waste the day. And soon, it got a bit darker. The crew met up in one room—the room Sanji came out of when he was screaming, ‘NAMI-SWAANN!’ He was excited to see her after she went shopping. We sat at the table, and Luffy was right. Sanji really cooked well. I told him so, and he immediately seemed to melt away. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a grumpy, deep voice said, ‘Why the hell were you so loud today? How am I supposed to sleep when you’re louder than howler monkeys?’ I nearly let go of the fork with food on it as I looked at the man who had spoken.

“Zoro,” I almost whispered. I never thought I would see him again, and even if I had, I would have never expected him to look so good. His hair was still the same green, and he still wore the same style, but his skin was a bit more tanned, and his muscles were definitely bigger than last time. He looked at me for a second, then his eyes widened, and he slammed the door shut. “Stupid moss head,” Sanji grumbled. “He has no clue how to behave around women.” I didn’t listen to him and ran after Zoro. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe I just wanted to talk with him. “Zoro, hold up!” I said as I followed him below deck. He didn’t look back or wait for me. He simply walked in a hurry towards the text room. “Hey!” I said and followed him." You do remember who I am, right?” “Yeah!” he said, and his voice sounded unstable, like he was trying to suppress his feelings and failing. “Then why do you run away from me?” “I don’t.” “Stop!” I said loudly, and finally, he stopped. “Why do I run away?” he repeated. “Why did you ran away?” It took me a few seconds until I realized what he meant. “I was in trouble and had to run away” I calmly explained. “And there wasn’t time to tell us? To tell me?” I shook my head. “No.” Zoro turned around to finally look at me. “Is that the truth?” “Yes.” He looked hurt. His grumpy face seemed to be just fine, but his eyes—his eyes told me he just wanted to cry. “Should I rather go upstairs and… eat?” I asked him. “No,” he shook his head fast. “Stay.” And I stayed. Not only for the night but for the rest of my life. I stayed by his side and couldn’t have been happier.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy #one piece nami #sanji #tony tony chopper #one piece chopper #Usopp #Nico Robin #going marry

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mothxmoons · 1 year

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OMG OK I'M 21 SO could you like do smth where the reader gets isekaid into resident evil and they won't stop thirsting over the characters 😭

Ye I can

When you first appeared in the resident evil universe, you really didn’t think you’d end up even meeting the characters. As they were just a few in 7 billion people of the world, however the universe had something else in store for you it seems. Moved into a nice apartment in Raccoon, because yeah smart idea why not. For a job at a nice little restaurant, you needed money.

Who walks through the door? Fucking Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine. You take their orders, making small chat with them, being friendly and funny, but in your mind you are screaming. You had to take a moment in the back just to stare off for a minute before going back out there.

They seemed to genuinely enjoy your company as you chatted together. Cracking jokes, asking about yourself, complimenting your outfit, the works. You didn’t mind, you were busy complimenting them too.

“You have such a cute hair cut.”

“I love your outfit.”

“You have really pretty eyes.”

Oh the list could go on and on with how much you were talking to them the whole night. And after that night, they kept coming back.

What you didn’t know was that they were talking about you to their coworkers after the first time and then the next.

“The new waiter at that restaurant? They’re so pretty.” Jill said to Rebecca, looking over some papers.

“Really nice too, complimented my hair.” Chris chimed in, earning a scoff from Jill.

“They were talking to me, idiot.” She rolled her eyes, Rebecca laughing at that.

“Jealous~” Chris replied, unfazed. Jill rolled her eyes once more before turning back to Rebecca.

“They’re so nice, I-“

“What are you talking about during work hours?” Wesker said, coming out of his office. Disgruntled, and obviously should have been home.

“Ohhh, captain,” Chris said in a higher pitched voice, “We were talking about the cute new server at that new restaurant. They were totally flirting with me.”

“Flirting with me, more like.” Jill retorted, swatting at him.

“Ooh! Ow! I’m injured!” He feigned, dramatically draping himself over his chair.

Wesker watched the three with a click of his tongue and a shake of his head. Practically groaning at the two of them arguing over who some waiter was flirting with.

“You two are so childish.”

“Oh yeah, captain? Then maybe we should take you to see this waiter. What do you think Chris?” Jill stated, a sly smirk appearing on her face as she looked over to Chris.

“I think that’s a lovely idea, Jill.” Chris agreed, a sly smirk matching her’s as they looked back to their captain. A groan escaping said man.

When you saw them enter later that night, they had brought along their captain, which you were a little nervous about. Accidentally getting his attention would only spell out trouble for you, but at the same time, the thought excited you too.

When you came up to their table, they immediately started to talk to you about everything and anything, Wesker watched without saying anything. Watched as his teammates cracked jokes and talked with you, and how you would fire back your own and even compliment them.

Ok…he could see why they liked you so much. He’ll have to start coming here regularly as well.

#asks!#albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader #chris redfield x reader #jill valentine x reader

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msermesth · 11 months

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Kinda obsessed with this idea of post-Endgame Steve as one of Charles and Erik's handlers during First Class. He's not Moira, and definitly not CIA, but maybe some other agency? Possibly SHIELD related? He's been investigating Shaw in case he had any connection to Red Skull and somehow ends up being a part of the group that reaches out to Charles.

At first, I couldn't find anything interesting narratively with this because Charles would know immediately he's Captain America, right? Except now I'm convinced Charles would think Steve is INSANE. It's not the Captain America thing, though in context Charles doubts that. It's the fact that when Charles reads his mind, he finds out that Steve thinks he's from the future. And that he's fought aliens. And that he thinks he's friends with the God of Thunder. And oh wait, he's been to space. And worked with a fucking talking raccoon.

This man must be crazy and somehow he has the power of the government behind him.

Steve, on the other hand, is going by an alias and has only shared his past with a few choice people, often omitting the more unbelievable details. He's tried to be open with Peggy, but once he made a joke while they were in a park about not taking the time to learn Groot when he had a chance and she regarded him with such skepticism that he's kept most of the rest to himself.

He's beyond excited to get to work with the mutants, and despite the fact that he's pretty sure there weren't mutants in his own timeline (he would know!) he believes in them with all his heart. He feels especially kindred to Charles with all his rhetoric about using his gifts to help humanity. He adores Hank and his big brain. He's compelled by Erik's single-minded determination. He throws himself into the mission to find Shaw with his own special brand of stoic enthusiasm by researching mutation and running theories past Charles and Erik whenever he sees him.

Charles, at first, ignores these theories but slowly comes to the conclusion that this man is at least somewhat intelligent. He could be useful. And then Steve's the reason no one gets hurt when Shaw attacks the CIA compound, so Charles is willing to accept this guy might actually be Captain America incognito.

(But everything else must not be true. He's still crazy. Maybe all that experimentation fried his brain.)

Charles shares his thoughts with Erik, who cares less about the insanity angle and more about the fact that this man looks like he can actually protect people. He's glad there's at least one other person who can hold his own in hand-to-hand fighting. So what if Steve thinks he's close with the king of Wakanda? At least he's useful.

After the attack, Steve supports moving the team to Westchester. He doesn't trust the CIA and well, he's partial to the idea of a rich guy giving a bunch of misfits a home. He's also a little startled to discover that the very real possibility of nuclear war sparks something in him. Not excitement, definitely not that. But something closer to clarity. It's been almost twenty years since he's faced an annihilation-level threat. He, unfortunately, feels at home under end-of-the-world pressure.

So he helps train the young mutants and discusses tactics and feels closer to people than he has since he and Peggy started to drift apart. Then he sees fault lines in the conversations and arguments about the future of mutant-kind and is overtaken by a fear that it will tear the nascent group in two. Because what Steve knows is this: someday those differences won't matter. Someday you'll have the option of staring down an annihilation-level threat and being told that you weren't there when someone needed you and if you could choose again you'd choose the former.

But Steve doesn't try to interfere. He's not naive; he knows that he can only imagine what it's like to be a mutant.

But it's hard not to project.

It isn't that he regrets his decision to go back in time. He'd do it again. He saved Bucky and ripped Hydra out of SHIELD and he's so close to finding out how Red Skull ended up in space guarding the soul stone. But it isn't until he begins to teach Raven the finer points of combat that he truly feels not alone.

He's with them when they go to Cuba. He sits next to Moira and wonders if he should have brought the shield. He hasn't used it since he came back to the past. For all intents and purposes, Captain America is supposed to be dead; yet, Steve's blood thrums through his veins like he's standing on the ruins of the Avengers Compound next to Tony and Thor.

(Charles has long since learned to ignore Steve's strange internal monologue. This man should have been a storyteller instead of a soldier.)

Steve doesn't fix it, in the end. He falters just when he could be of use because when Erik holds those missiles in his power and turns them around on the ships he thinks of Tony turning a missile around and at flying it into the sky. He wonders how he could be so wrong about someone. It's at this moment Moira picks up the gun. Steve's fast, but he's not faster than a bullet.

It still shatters Charles's spine.

They save the world, yes, but Steve will only be able to watch as Erik's sent into solitary confinement. He can't prove Erik didn't kill Kennedy. And, of course, he'll try to reach out to Charles as the school closes and he shrinks into himself, but Charles can't stand to look at Steve and only finds him marginally more tolerable when he can't hear Steve's impossible thoughts.

It isn't until Logan arrives that Charles realizes that Steve might actually be the person he thinks he is. However, Steve's halfway across the world for some unimportant reason during the events of Days of Future's Past. He's not on the plane when Charles tells Erik that he wasn't there when Charles needed him. He's not there when Erik--again--chooses his principles over Charles.

And that's fine. You can't rewrite the future in Steve's brand of time travel. You live with your choices. You try to be there when people need you and you live with the consequences when you cannot.

#steve rogers #cherik #xmen: first class #crossovers are not really my thing but this has infected me

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chibishortdeath · 7 months

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Simon derangement page number um I lost count!!! Time to explain things and transcribe my handwriting lol >:3

I put a photo of the whole page here because some things were hard to single out into separate images :)

A pose study! I was trying to work on foreshortening with that arm position. Just imagine that he’s talking to someone off screen and sweating cause he’s been working out or something d(^^ )

Two of these are based on some reaction image doodles I ran into on Pinterest that I’m pretty certain originated on tumblr lol. The bottom left one says “*realization*” and the top right one says “deranged —>” with the arrow pointing to our Mr. Deranged in question, Simon. The Simon and Richter one is kinda poking fun at the general Smash Bros fandom depiction of them and is also based on a doodle I saw on Pinterest.

Bottom left says “he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces” lol. Dw! He is your friend! I just forgot to write that part :). I hope the tbh creature doodle is appreciated, I’ve drawn him like that more times than I’d like to admit—

This one is based on a photo of this guy (gotta be a Snapchat one idk I’ve never had Snapchat) with a monster energy and caption “KILL”. I think it fits the vibe.

Bottom left says “monsert!”, a silly bastardizarion of “monster”, again the energy drink. I feel like Simon would be the kind of guy to have caffeine at like 6PM and then wonder why he can’t sleep later lmao. Or worse have caffeine to avoid sleeping 💀. The other two doodles I drew because I woke up one morning and immediately imagined Simon with raccoon stripe hair for no reason.

This one is based on a tumblr post, it says “(Simon) the psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness” “(Christopher) any other diagnosises you’d like to share?” “(Simon) Autism”. That ending panel of Simon saying autism ended up a sticker in a discord server I’m in lmaooooo. Also I need to have more Simon and Christopher interactions cause I think they’d be friends aaaaa

The top doodle is based on a Simon MMD model I found of him as a Vocaloid and I thought that was hilarious and banger, we need more people making fun crossover stuff like that in the world lol. The bottom one is just him vibin(?). Idk he seems pretty distressed, but that’s his usual state so uh—

Another little pose doodle. I think his preferred sitting position is like criss cross applesauce on the floor. I don’t think he’d sit normally in chairs at all. I am now picturing him leaning a chair back too far help 💀.

This one is based on this meme that’s kinda poking fun at the art styles commonly found in yaoi with the last one being left blank for putting whatever you like there and implying in a comedic way that it’s ‘straight man yaoi’, I’ve seen ones with things like football players or idk Breaking Bad put there lol. Basically I saw the meme and realized that all the different styles kinda lined up too well with some Simon designs and well yeah this happened 💀💀💀. So we got Ayami Kojima’s design as “straight woman yaoi”, the NES cover art/X68000 as “gay man yaoi”, Simon’s Quest as “lesbian yaoi”, and Captain N thrown into “straight man yaoi” lmaooo.

Okie that’s all for this one, I will make more inevitably lol

#castlevania #castlevania games #simon belmont #art post #my art #simon’s quest #Castlevania nes #akumajou dracula #castlevania chronicles #silly posting #shitposting?#castlevania memes #I think that covers all of it uh yeah #I have too many ideas most of the time and then get overwhelmed by them #BUT when I do get them on paper things like this happen so eh it’s worth it I guess #I keep realizing that there’s way more things to post here than I thought #these are all fairly new tho tbh I think #time is not my strong suit tho 💀💀💀#I think of Simon as a little bit more deranged than how I’ve usually seen him depicted #please imagine Simon sitting in a chair like an absolute disaster thanks #he would sit sideways with his legs crossed and over one of the arm rests #possibly also just criss cross applesauce on the chair lmao #now imagine him in a public space where you have to say seated generally uniformly hahahahahdjddkahskfkdj #ok wait just imagine Simon in public—#I need to draw some of the ideas I had of him like in modern times cause like #bro was around before the time of wide spread trains in Europe and would’ve probably never had a tomato so like #I think a cherry slushee would (figuratively) kill him #he’d probably like it tho ngl #simon can be a little silly as a treat he worked hard for it #aaaa not enough tag space I need to incoherently rant about him more

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constant-mason24 · 1 year

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The Fall of Raccoon City- Chapter One (Leon Kennedy x Reader AU)

(Y/n) has a dull day in the office, but meeting the rookie is definitely a highlight.

♦♣♥♠

Studying her own witness report on the night of Brian Irons’ arrest seemed absolutely ridiculous to (Y/n), but she was utterly devoted to gaining the appreciation of her new captain, Albert Wesker. Since the night they brought the hammer down on Irons and (Y/n) was thus promoted to the S.T.A.R.S. team, Wesker had seemed less than pleased. She figured it was probably because of the implications of Irons' corruption on top of the stress of a newbie on the team. (Y/n) was still rather green behind the ears, only being a part of the RPD for roughly a year. Having such a fresh-faced young girl on an elite squad surely put some weight on Wesker's shoulders, but she was dead set on proving her worth to ease some of that tension. However, it didn't seem to be working.

Since her arrival on the team, Wesker had been all but down her throat about the legal proceedings regarding the case. It seemed as if he was more invested in this case than she herself was. Too invested if you asked Jill. She seemed to sense something was wrong, but pretty much everyone including herself chalked it up to residual paranoia from Irons deceptions. (Y/n) shook her head, cross-referencing the police reports with her own memory of that night for the billionth time. And again, for the billionth time, she swore she felt someone watching her. She glanced up at the office, but still, there were only two other men in the room with her: Barry Burton and Albert Wesker.

Barry had his back to her, seated at his own desk and working on something she couldn't make out from here. Wesker was at his separately sectioned-off desk, though he was facing her through the window. (Y/n) knew it was likely him watching her, but it was impossible to tell with those dark glasses he always wore. The damn man was a mystery. One that was seriously driving her up the wall.

As she tried to return to her work, she was startled by the sudden loud bang of Chris Redfield throwing the office door open and bursting inside.

"The new guys here!" He sang out to the whopping three people in the room, two of which were easily at a whispering distance. "Marvin wants everyone to say hi!"

"Oh, that's great!" (Y/n) stood, feeling the invisible gaze of Wesker drift back over to her. She immediately sank back down. "But I'm busy."

"Come on, you can't at least spare a couple minutes to shake his hand and say welcome?"

"I mean, I made the sign… isn't that a welcome enough?" She tilted her head. "I need to make sure everything’s in order for the upcoming trial."

"What trial?" Chris asked, seemingly forgetting the new recruit downstairs for just a moment.

"Irons trial, you dingus." (Y/n) half-laughed. "What else would I be talking about?"

"Oh, I didn't realize you had to be there for his trial."

"Well, he did shoot me. I'm technically a victim in this case." She sighed before squinting at Chris. "Hang on, you're the one who arrested him, and you're not going to trial?"

"Oh, I dunno." Chris shrugged. "I haven't been told otherwise."

"Really? That's all Wesker talks to me about." She mutters under her breath before speaking up. "Don't you have work to do involving those missing persons cases up in the mountains? Why is no one telling you to take care of that?"

"Those cases can wait!" Chris groaned. "It's not like they're going anywhere."

(Y/n) glared at him. "Whatever. I'm gonna go say hi." Redfield retreats from the office, leaving (Y/n) in the sound of the air conditioning and Barry's soft laugh. She glances over to Wesker's office and nearly jumps as she sees him facing her head-on. Oh, he's definitely looking at her now.

She tilts her head again, this time in question to ask Wesker nonverbally if he needed anything from her. He just lowers his gaze and returns to his own work, causing her to sigh again. These S.T.A.R.S. people were weird.

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It was a few hours later, and (Y/n) had been filling out some forms for what felt like forever. When she closed her eyes, she could still see the boxes of text clearly, as if they had been burned onto a screen in her brain. Among all of her other work, she had also received an email from a lawyer involved in the legal side of the case, asking to meet sometime this week. She needed to add that to her ever-growing to-do list.

Moving to rub her temples in hopes of easing her headache, she almost slapped herself as she flinched when Chris nearly broke down the door for a second time today. Rebecca yelped from her desk as (Y/n) threw a glare at the man before turning to shut off her computer for the night. If Wesker was so concerned about her working on this case for any longer tonight, she’d tell him to either do it himself or shove it up his ass.

Okay, not really. The point was to leave a good impression on the Captain, not a bad one.

“Hey, I know you were soooo busy earlier today,” Chris pouted, putting on a childishly mocking tone with her. “But you’ve been working your ass off all afternoon, and a bunch of us are going to get drinks with the new guy. Jill really thinks you should join us. Are you gonna disappoint her and work more overtime, or are you gonna come be a fun teammate?”

(Y/n) arched a brow at him. “Using Jill as a threat now? You are a twisted man, Redfield.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m not doing overtime tonight. I need a break.” She turned in her chair to look at Rebecca, who was shutting down her own work for the night. “You wanna come too?”

“Not tonight. I need to catch up on some sleep, desperately.” She smiled softly. “You go have fun, though. I really think you need it.”

“Yeah, I think so too!” Chris exclaimed.

“No one asked you, Chris.” (Y/n) teased, standing up and grabbing her bag. She glanced into Wesker’s office, but it was empty. He must have slipped out when she was too caught up in her files. She felt guilty for being relieved.

“Okay, where am I going? And what time is everyone gonna be there? I wanna go home and change first.”

“You wanna dress up all pretty for the new guy, huh?” Redfield waggled his eyebrows at her, and she shoved him in response, nearly knocking him over.

“Maybe I won’t go after all!”

“No, I’m sorry!” He dropped to his knees and raised his hands in a begging motion. “I promise, I’ll be good! Really.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” She put out a hand and helped him back up. “But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.”

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Leon was… actually having a good time!

He was secretly dreading tonight ever since he agreed to come out for drinks after work. It wasn’t that he disliked his new coworkers. In fact, he was already liking them a lot. He was just… nervous. What if they didn’t like him in turn?

Now that he was here, Leon’s glad he fought back his anxiety and agreed. Two of the officers- Elliot and Stevenson, if he remembered correctly- were telling him some story about another officer making a complete fool of himself on the job. Or at least, they were trying too. Neither one could get very far before nearly toppling over from laughter. The incomplete story wasn’t enough to stop Leon from laughing himself, his stomach beginning to hurt from flexing as he cackled.

"And of course," Elliot breathed between huffs of laughter. "What does he do? He-"

"Steps right in it?" Leon wheezed, finishing the officer's sentence, who started roaring even louder as he nodded eagerly. The whole table is in a great mood, and Leon has a feeling he'll fit right in with the people around him.

He's pulled from his thoughts as Chris Redfield- the S.T.A.R.S. member sitting on his left- nudges him with his shoulder.

"Here comes (Y/n)." He announces to the rest of the table, turning to face Jill specifically. "See, told ya she'd come!"

Leon's gaze followed the direction everyone else was looking in as an officer he hadn't met yet came in. Chris had mentioned her earlier, saying she was the newest S.T.A.R.S member, and talking about how she was the one who found out about Irons' dealings with the Umbrella scientists. Judging by the rather harsh look on her face, and the stories he had just heard about her, Leon started to grow nervous again as she approached. She locked her eyes right onto him and made a beeline towards the table where he sat. Had he already pissed her off somehow? She seemed so angry…

"Hey. You're Leon Kennedy, right?" She said, standing right in front of him. He gulped.

"Uh, yeah that's me." He looked shyly up at the woman, who looked like she might just punch him in the nose for breathing next to her. But like a switch was flipped, she broke out into a huge grin, putting her hand out to shake his.

"It's so nice to meet you! We've all been so excited about your arrival. I'm (Y/n) (L/n)!" Leon smiled back, wiping his hand on his pants subtly before shaking her hand. "Mind if I sit by ya?"

"No, not at all!" Leon scooched closer to Redfield, gesturing to the spot next to him. She sat herself down, smiling at him again before turning her gaze past him to her teammate who began to speak.

"(Y/n) was the one who made that banner for you." Jill Valentine gestured toward her from across the table. "She wanted to make you feel welcome, even if she can't spell worth a damn."

"Hey, I was tired.” (Y/n) defended weakly, ducking her head.

“Well, thank you.” Leon nodded to her, raising his drink as he took a sip. “I thought it was very sweet.”

“I honestly wasn’t expecting you to come,” Stevenson speaks up. “Ever since you got put on the S.T.A.R.S. team, you’ve been in that office from sunrise to sunset.”

“The sun already set, didn’t it?” Chris jokes, earning a very awkward slap from (Y/n) who had to lean around Leon.

“And what I really wanna know,” Elliot chimes in. “is why you aren’t being pushed to work as hard as poor West here.”

“He didn’t get shot.” Jill shrugged.

“Wait, you got shot?” Leon looks over at her. “When did this happen again?”

“About four or five months ago…”

“I’m fine now,” She says, moving to run her hand over the now-healed wound. In doing so, she bumps her hand against Leon’s leg and utters out an apology. He looks down at her hip.

“Does it affect how you walk?” He asks curiously.

“Sometimes. Usually only in the morning. The first twenty minutes after I wake up are kinda painful. And sometimes if I’ve been sitting a while, getting up again hurts. Or if I lean on my left leg for too long. Sometimes when it rains-”

“Yes, it affects her.” Jill interrupts, shaking her head good-naturedly.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” (Y/n) herself shrugs now. “I mean, half the people at this table have been shot before. It happens when you deal with the shit we do. But I bet you already knew that, considering you signed up for this job.”

She nudged Leon’s shoulder with her own, causing him to laugh softly again. She was right, but he still found it unsettling. Still, he didn’t go through the academy just to turn back now. He did know what he was signing up for, he just hoped he could handle it as well as (L/n) seemed to.

♦♠♣♥

It was roughly two hours later now, and things had only gotten louder from here. Valentine was completely calm, seeming to still be sober despite having several drinks. Stevenson, Elliot, and (L/n) were still laughing and having a good time, just at a louder volume. Chris, however, has been passed out face down on the table for the last twenty minutes. No one but Leon seemed to notice or care.

“We’ll see just how well you do in the shooting range, rookie!” Elliot teases, lifting his drink in a toast to the younger man.

“He will do just fine, I’m sure of it. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he can outshoot you.” (L/n) snorted, and Elliot gasped in mock offense.

“Hey, I never agreed to a competition, you guys.” Leon chuckles, finishing off the last of his bottle. He figured it was probably time to call it a night soon.

“You too scared to 1v1 me, rookie?” the elder officer goaded him on. (Y/n), from Leon’s right, let out a loud scoff and threw her arm around Leon’s shoulder, pulling him a bit closer.

“Listen here, Andy!” She spat his first name out like it was an insult. “Don’t you be giving my rookie any shit!”

“Your rookie?” Stevenson raises a brow.

“Yeah,” She squeezes her arm on his shoulder lightly, and Leon has to fight off a blush rising to his face. “I’m taking this guy under my wing. If any of you bitches give him trouble I’m coming for your asses.”

“Oh no, not our asses.” Elliot giggles- yes, giggles- and (Y/n) laughs too.

Leon prays that any red on his face looks more like the result of the alcohol, rather than the very pretty lady hanging off of him right now…

#Leon s kennedy #Leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #re2 #resident evil 2 #resident evil au #chris redfield #jill valentine #marvin branagh #albert wesker #brian irons #oops I love him

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With all this hype for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, I have been desperately hoping that we get to see one of my favourite guardians, and one who I feel is criminally underrated, Bug!!

(Spoilers for Annihilation and Annihilation: Conquest ahead)

To fully explain why bug is so underrated, we have to go back to the Annihilation event. Annihilation was a huge crossover event from 2006 that brought all of Marvel's cosmic superheroes together to fight a common foe, Annihilus. This helped pull the cosmic side of Marvel back into popularity and gave a fanbase to characters who were previously obscure. One of these obscure characters was Peter Quill AKA Star Lord. While not playing a huge role, Star Lord was an entertaining side character who seemed to gain the largest popularity boost from the event.

This takes us into Annihilation: Conquest! Things are kicked off when Star Lord tries to aid the Kree empire in rebuilding after the war. He accidently gets them enslaved by robots. The Kree respond by drafting him into their military and forcing him to go on suicide missions for them. But he's not alone! Star Lord is joined by a cast of characters so obscure, only the most intense Marvel fans would know who they are. Joining Star Lord was Gabriel Vargas AKA Captain Universe, Sharra Neramani AKA Deathcry, Mantis, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, and our favourite two toed guardian, Bug! This series reads almost like a blueprint for the Guardians of the Galaxy and is a good read, especially if you're a Guardians fan!! The team goes on missions, people die, and eventually the day is saved!

This brings us to the formation of the modern day Guardians of the Galaxy. Star Lord feels guilty for accidentally starting a second huge space disaster only a few years after the first, so he assembles a team to prevent any more from happening. He does this by grabbing all the heavy hitters from the Annihilation: Conquest event: Drax the Destroyer, Gamora, Adam Warlock, and Phyla-Vell. He also recruits every surviving member of his team except Bug, this being: Rocket Raccoon, Groot, and Mantis. The team gets a base in Knowhere, where they meet and recruit chief of security Cosmo! Having Bug be the only surviving member of Star Lord's free trial Guardians still standing who doesn't get recruited is pretty awful for the guy, but he does get his moment to shine! When the team encounters drama and half the members quit, Rocket reforms the team, recruiting Bug and Major Victory!! On the first mission of the new team, Bug cracks jokes about how he wasn't good enough to make the original cut of the roster.

From left to right we have: Phyla-Vell (now going by Martyr), Jack Flag (one of Captain America's sidekicks from the 90's), Star Lord, Gamora, and Bug!!

Bug stayed a loyal and dedicated member of the team until the end of the first Guardians comic run, which led to the team being rebooted to match the movies closer, with the only members being Star Lord, Gamora, Drax, Rocket, Groot and Iron Man (for some reason). As far as I have read, that is the last time Bug has been featured on the team.

Not only was Bug a cool looking, fun character on the team, he had been there pretty much since the start. I would really love to see him in the MCU one day, but Marvel has had issues with the licensing of the character (he's owned by Hasbro), so we might not get to see him anytime soon. I would really love to see him make a return in the comics though!!

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low-budget-korra · 9 months

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Resident Evil Fancast #2

So, I've already did a Fancast before but it was like...I don't know, years ago? I still like it but now I'm taking more of a "realistic approach" choosing actors that could actually play the characters based on their Hollywood Status and age. I will also be remembering the Remakes when choosing the actors

Ps: I really like the cast of Welcome to Raccoon City and would totally watch them again in a sequel. I just choose not to put any of them here

Chris Redfield

So, for Chris my first choice was Gabriel Basso who stars in The Night Agent, I haven't watched the show but I think he matches the look with the character. He also have that aura of being serious but chill and trustworthy, he is in his late 20's so basically around the same age Chris is in Re1. The second actor is Marco Pigossi, a talented Brazilian actor that stared in Tidelands and will be in the spin-off of The Boys. He also matches the physical description of the character, and also have that aura that Gabriel also have plus those gorgeous charming and kind eyes. And Lastly I picked Dj Cotrona, he is the older of all, being in his 40's, I like his role in the From dusk till dawn tv series and doesn't hurt that he also matches the physical appearance of the character plus he really looks like a military man I don't know.

Jill Valentine

Just by looking at Daniela Melchior you understand why I pick her, he is also in her 20's and have all the talent and charisma necessary to play the character . The second is Adria Arjona cuz I really love the idea of a Latina playing Jill, she in her 30's and has those damn eyes that just get you. Lauren Cohan is a bit older for the role, but she would be the perfect Jill to DJ Cotrona, if the movie wanted to portray them as older characters. Btw, the four protagonists I choose people around the same age to play the characters because I think it would be weird to have a 40'old Chris with a 20'something.

Claire Redfield

Annalise Basso look more like the og Claire Redfield, she is also the youngest of the 3 actresses here and have very kind and loving eyes and features, and she is the youngest sister of Gabriel Basso and I think it would be pretty dope to see two siblings play the Redfield Siblings. Nell Tiger Free looks more like remake Claire, she have that "insta model" look and a "cool girl" vibe, she stars in Servant and is a very promising actress, and for all the Game of Thrones fans, she also played Myrcella Baratheon on the show. And Lastly, Sophie Skelton is the oldest on them, a talented actress that starts in Outlander , her looks is kind of a mix between old and new Claire, she is also have a more mature posture and would be the Claire to Lauren Cohan and DJ Cotrona Jill and Chris

Leon Kennedy

Nicholas Hamilton, the bully in It would be a nice Leon to Annalise's Claire, since they both worked together before in Captain Fantastic. Second we have Nicholas Galatzine , who stars in Red, white and royal blue...I mean look at him, he really looks like remake Leon. Brenton Thwaites is the oldest of them and just have that friendly nice guy face. I think Leon needs someone who could appear/convey adorableness and capable inexperience and bravery. And I think these three fit this.

Albert Wesker

Anthony Starr is the Wesker we always dream of seeing in the big screen and I will die on that hill. Warren Cole is good second choice, I mean he is a himbo in Yellowjackets but he also appeared in The Wilds and damn, he was intimidating there as the homophobic father. Lastly we have Kevin Janssen, I mean, look at him, he just have a villain face c'mon. Also he did portray a real, terrifying bad guy in Revenge (the good revenge corn movie)

For RE1 I think of Kiernan Shipka, Nick Offerman and Jack Quaid as Rebecca, Barry and Brad.

Resident Evil 2

Resident Evil 2 we have Jung Ho-yeon as Ada but I also think that Gemma Chan would rock that role. Sterling K Brown is Marvin c'mon. Violet McGraw as Sherry. Andy Garcia would be terrify good was Chef Bryan Iron. And Teddy Sears and Tricia Helder as William and Annette Birkin

Resident Evil 3

Diego Boneta as Carlos Oliveira, just look at the gorgeous hair and beard. Stephen Lang as Mikhail Victor. Igor Jijikine would make Nikolai look even more intimidating. And Trevante Rhodes as Tyrell Patrick

Resident Evil Code Veronica

Ewan Mitchell and Phia Saban from House of the Dragon would be so good as Alfred and Alexia Ashford. Jaeden Martell is basically at the same age of Steve and I think his character needs to be played by a young actor anyway. Tenoch Huerta would be a interesting Rodrigo Juan Raval

Resident Evil 4

Diego Luna would be the perfect cast for Luis Será, not only he looks the part but also has that riz. Sophie Thatcher is a extremely talented young actress who would be able to portray a more develop and cool Ashley, like the one we saw in the Remake. Paula Patton was a nice voice, is elegant and would be a nice choice for Hunnigan, another actress that I think could play the role is Jennifer Connelly. Alan Ritchson as Krauser, I don't think I need to sell this one. Mads Mikkelsen is such an imposing presence on scene, he would be amazing as Osmund Sadler. And Lastly, Jack Gleeson, our beloved Jeffrey Baratheon, would be a perfect Ramon Salazar

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Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Shenanigans of a heart pirate: Chapter 1 💌

Summary: Having the calm calm fruit made stealing very easy and on top of you being half raccoon mink having heightened senses made traveling as a stowaway on ships a breeze. That was until the ship you were currently robbing was, get this, raided by other pirates. Joining them was the best thing you could do. Hilarity ensues.

Notes: Reader has the calm calm fruit/Half raccoon mink, compilation of fluffy feels good for shits and giggle drabbles of your time with the heart pirates, takes place during time skip

💌 Word count: 3,651 💌 You Are Here | Next Chapter =>

It was supposed to be an easy, in, out twenty minute adventure so how did it end up like this? You weren’t supposed to be noticed, you couldn’t make any noise no one would have seen it coming but unfortunately luck was not on your side because the pirates that you chose to rob were raided by, get this! Other pirates! What were the odds of that, you shrugged as you were met face to face with a big polar bear in a boiler suit. Here you thought you were the only mink that set out to sea, well half mink. You were only half raccoon kin but it was easy to hide your ears in your hair and put a ribbon above your tail and it looks like a fashion statement and if all else fails cover it with a sweet ass coat. You loved your sweet ass coat. Sometimes you'd use it as a pillow or as a blanket. You could really go for a nap right now.

“Captain! There’s one more over here!”

Hearing the bear call out to his crew made you bite your lip. There was nowhere to run with him blocking the door but there was a small window if you could get to it in time. You started throwing whatever you could to block the doorway pushing some crates to make your escape. The window shattered with no noise, shocking some individuals that were adjacent as shards flew at them with no warning. The original crew members were all at the center tied to the mass of the ship. You used the bag of loot you were stealing to deflect some of the attacks grabbing for the knife strapped on your leg as you surveyed for a possible escape route. You originally planned to come out of hiding when they docked at the nearest island but now that wasn’t an option. All you saw was the open sea. The only thing within escape distance was the rival group's yellow submarine and who knew how many crew mates were still aboard but it would be your best shot. Drowning was your only other option and you didn't feel like dying today.

“Room. Shambles.”

You were about to throw down some smoke bombs when you were suddenly pinned to the floor, the bag clattering to the ground in silence as all the gold you stashed spilled out around you. You were met with stunned gold eyes; it was like the man had seen a ghost. You really should have used his hesitation to struggle out of his grasp but you were enamored with his reaction. You studied his appearance as he seemed to be doing the same. He was pretty attractive, that's for sure, if he had you pinned under other circumstances you'd probably be a hot mess.

“That brat from the island was going for our gold!” you could hear some no name from the group who was tied up yelling. This managed to snap the guy on top of you back to reality and he seemed to weigh out his options. “Oi, are you a part of their crew?” He seemed more annoyed than confused judging by his tone.

You opened your mouth to say something, he saw you mouthing “What an odd question at a time like this” but he couldn’t hear you. You realized you had yet to call off your ability so you shook your head instead of answering verbally.

“Then I have no business with you.” He seemingly was letting you go. Then he got up and started taking hearts from the other crew. You were stuck blinking trying to make sense of it all, exchanging quizzical looks with the man’s crew. Who weren’t sure what to do with you and were just as confused as you were. You packed up the gold and without tipping anyone off and followed them back on the other vessel without a word. They were an interesting bunch that’s for sure.

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Law had already known that Corazon was dead so why did it shock him that someone had his devil fruit. It wasn’t like it was a sign or anything just a random coincidence but still what were the odds of running into it again, after all these years. Law threw himself on his bed. Now his crew were worried about him. He had only ever told Bepo small things about Corazon but he never mentioned much about his past if he could help it. Law needed to clear his head but when he sat up he came face to face with the girl from the other ship. She was in front of his bookshelf skimming through some medical book. Law scoffed “You- Why are you here!”

You looked up from the book finally being noticed “Well you kinda destroyed my ticket to the next island. I was going to sit tight in storage but I wanted to ask you why you hesitated?”

Law gritted his teeth “Like I said before I have no business with you.” you frowned, not really knowing what you expected the other to say. You thought about it for a moment before making a rash decision “Then let's make a deal! I’ll join your crew if you tell me why you hesitated!” You stuck your arm out offering him to shake on it. Law was awestruck at the gesture; it was a very tempting offer. The calm calm fruit would come in handy later and he could honor Corazon’s memory but he’d have another crew member he didn’t ask for. Half of his crew he’s not even sure how they got here. It’s not that he doesn’t like his crew, it's just that genuinely he’s not sure how they managed to stick around him for so long. He’s not the warmest person nor did he do anything to warrant such blind loyalty. He never claimed to be a good person, he's a pirate he just got done taking the hearts of an entire ship for crying out loud. Yet they all are so attached to him. Law sighed in frustration, yes his crew were idiots but they were his idiots and he’s not sure if that makes this better or worse.

“What makes you think I’d want you on my crew?”

“If it was gold you were after you would have robbed their ship better but you didn’t do that. I don’t have much to bargain with.” You pulled your hair down to reveal your ears and you shrugged off your coat revealing your tail. “The most I can bargain with is my body but you don’t come off as the kind of guy who cares about that kind of stuff either. After that the only thing I have left to bargain with is physical labor.” you’ll take his silence as an agreement to your assessment. “It was because of my fruit right, why you decided to spare me?” Law looked you over; he seemed more interested in you now knowing you were a half mink. It made sense he already had a polar bear and most of the crew wore animal hats they could have a thing for animals. You’re not really sure if that'd be a good thing or a bad thing. Fucken furries but you’re one to talk. You don’t want to even think about how you were made.

“He’s the reason I’m alive today, the person who had your fruit.”

“Oh,... I’m sorry to hear that.” Now you felt like shit but he put his hand up stopping you. “I already knew he was dead. I watched him get shot.” This is not what you thought was going to happen now you don’t want to join his crew. Why would you even say that? Joining his crew when you have no idea who they even are. This didn’t sit right with you it was too depressing “I see, look I don’t have to join your crew if you don’t-”

“Oi, a deal’s a deal, are you trying to back out of your responsibilities?” He looked at you and smirked testing you. He gave you no choice but to straighten yourself out “Of course not Captain.” You already dug your grave, you might as well lay in it. At least this will be better than living on the streets.

“Good now follow me.”

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You had to admit with all the medical textbooks lying around you should have seen it coming that he was the crew's medic but you were still surprised nonetheless. After he added you to the crew’s medical records he pawned you off on Ikkaku to show you around. Something about Shachi needing to speak with him about the next raid. You were pretty much taken in with open arms although you had to bite some people to get them to stop touching your ears or from attempting to play with your tail. Bepo told you that you get used to it but he liked the cuddles and attention. You did too but they were just very sensitive and it didn’t help that everyone wanted a turn. Bepo helped everyone back off for the time being.

At dinner you met Penguin and Shachi who told you about the task rotation and team bonding calendar. Apparently it’s run by the both of them. Law knows about it but has never participated claiming that as long as they are being productive he has no problem with their shenanigans. Although you’re not sure how productive it really is. It sounds like an excuse to play childish games but you’re all for that. Who doesn’t like family game night? Shachi says that if the captain ever asks for details, it’s training. Team bonding is still considered training right? Whatever the case you have a feeling you’re going to love it here. That night you also found out about the cuddle pile which you found very cute just how close everyone is, must be the team bonding. Apparently Law sometimes joins the cuddle pile but it terrifies everyone when that happens since he doesn’t like people at the best of times and if anyone points out his love for fluffy cute things there is hell to pay. It was an interesting family dynamic.

A few months later and you fit into the group perfectly but that’s when you noticed something. You started having a crush on your captain. Penguin was the first to make a comment about it something along the lines of whenever he asked you to do something you’d drop everything and rush to his side. At the time you shrugged it off because of course you would, Law was your captain why wouldn’t you do that but then when Shachi asked you to be his wing woman you failed to pull through. Admittedly that was more of a skill issue. You’re not sure how to be a good wing woman. Ikkaku made some convincing arguments about how recently you’d only let Law touch your ears but that was also because he never gives out head pats so of course you’d take those. That inadvertently brought up the fact that only Bepo and you ever got headpats and you’re pretty sure you accidentally started a strike for everyone else to get headpats but of course it didn’t end well. Law pretty much scolded them and gave everyone extra cleaning tasks for the week you and Bepo included. He grumbled about why the head pat thing for a while calling everyone a bunch of children for wanting them but hey who doesn’t like praise.

Still you’re not quite sure what it was that made you even have a crush in the first place. You stared at him while he was getting his dinner trying to think of an answer. Penguin followed your line of sight “(Y/N) you’re doing it again seriously how can you deny the crush allegations at this point?”

“I know I’m doing it again. This time it's on purpose, it just doesn’t make sense to me, I should have been the first one to know right? So why wasn’t I aware?” you laid your head down on the table.

Bepo smiled, “Well they do say love is blind.” you rolled your eyes at that “I wouldn’t go that far if I can’t even figure out how it happened.”

“How what happened?” Everyone froze, turning to the new voice at the table. Apparently Law sat down with you all and no one noticed, he only caught the tail end of your sentence. Ikkaku didn’t bat an eye as she saved your ass “(Y/N) made a bet with Shachi and it didn’t end well.” Law hummed seemingly buying the conversation “So what does she have to do?”

You were about to say something when Shachi slammed his hands down on the table “I get to play with her ears for five minutes!” You kicked him under the table “You traitor!” He only laughed harder thinking he won this round. Law tilted his head to the side “That's it? I do that all the time.” Once again everyone at the table seemed shocked, even you but Bepo called you out for it. “Wait (Y/N) why are you shocked, shouldn't you have known?” Everyone was staring at you meanwhile Law was none the wiser drinking his tea. Normally he'd opt for coffee but you're guessing no one made a fresh pot but that was beside the point. “Captain, what do you mean you do that all the time!” you were flustered, you have no memory of this. Law raised an eyebrow “I give you headpats almost everyday. Don't tell me you space out when I do it.” Everyone's eyes were still on you.

“I- huh?” you thought back for a minute. Does he really do that? Suddenly a montage of Law patting your head and consequently playing with your ears came to mind and you blushed. Your face heated up, how did you not recall that.

“I NEVER NOTICED!?”

Everyone was laughing except for Law. He still seemed amused but mostly concerned. Ikkaku was holding her stomach. “That’s too cute you zone out when the captain gives you heatpats, it’s too much.” You were holding on to your ears, your heart was doing acrobats they had no business attempting. Shachi scooted closer to you “Can I redeem my prize now, I wanna see if it works?” without a second thought Law grabbed his wrist “If (Y/N)-ya zones out when it happens I think it’s best we don’t push it." Your captain took one look at you and smirked "If anything she's been through enough harassment for one day.” Shachi nodded agreeing with Law. He could always find you on his own time to redeem his not real prize. Law turned back to you “Likewise I can always stop if it makes you uncomfortable.” You shook your head so fast you had to stop yourself from looking too upset with the notion. You puffed out your cheeks “I’m not uncomfortable. I just didn’t realize I liked headpats THAT much.”

You pressed your pointer fingers together "It's embarrassing." You mumbled that bit under your breath.

Bepo nodded, adding on to what you said “I mean it’s a part of our biology, minks have always been a very physically affectionate race. It’s why I started the cuddle pile." After that the conversation jumped around to other topics. Eventually Law left for his office and everyone seemed to dissipate. You left opting to get some sleep but you ended up tossing and turning for a bit.

You wondered if you should go to the cuddle pile. You stood up and stretched before deciding that maybe a walk to the kitchen would be better. You didn't need to use your fruit but you like how safe you felt when you used it. One could never be too careful. You pulled out a glass and got some water. That's when the lights flickered on, "You're still awake?" The sudden question makes you drop your cup. A hollow silence as you watch it shatter with a deep sigh. You'd have to clean that up. Calling off your ability you say "I am part raccoon you know. Insomnia runs in the family hehe." You laugh awkwardly. Law helps you clear the mess away, neither of you speak. Even after you've finished, neither of you made an effort to leave. It was a few minutes before either of you spoke.

"Is it-"

"Do you-"

You both tried to break the silence as each of you motioned for the other to continue. You sighed "I was gonna ask if it was a cuddle pile kinda night for you too."

"Maybe, it depends on your answer to my question."

You quirked an eyebrow at him as he continued "Do you want to test my,” He trailed off with a deep sigh before finishing his sentence “headpats?" You let it sink in a moment before nodding, making a small noise to confirm his request. The next thing you knew you were sitting on Law’s bed avoiding eye contact waiting for him to touch your ears. Why’d he have to bring you to his room? This felt way too intimate for your liking.

"Tell me if it becomes too much."

"Okay."

His touch was hesitant at first but as he continued it felt good so good that you leaned into it sighing with content. You caught yourself and opened your eyes to see him just as shocked as you were. He was about to retract his hand but you grabbed it putting it back at the base of your ears. Eyes pleading to give it another shot. You could see his face turn red as he looked away. "I think that's conclusive enough." He gave you one last pat on the head before he stopped.

"I don't know why I never noticed before." You groaned. First you don't even realize you have a thing for your captain and now this "Then again I don't really let anyone else touch my ears. How long have you been giving me headpats for?"

Law rubbed his chin "A few weeks maybe a month. It never occurred to me that it had such an effect on you." He stared pretty intensely at you causing your heart rate to spike for a moment.

"Trust me neither did I. I should try Shachi tomorrow to see if it makes a difference." Law swallowed but nodded. He almost didn't want anyone else to give you headpats. He didn't want to know if anyone could do that to you or if it was just him. You yawned, finally feeling tired after the long day you’ve had. "Are you still thinking about going to the cuddle pile?" You were kind of on the fence now learning about your new development but you'd still go if Law went.

Law pulled back the covers on his bed. "You could just stay here if you're too tired." He said it in a very neutral tone. His bed did look inviting and you really didn’t want to walk to your room either. It was comfy here

You giggled "Do I really look that bad?"

"You look like you're about to pass out. Come here." Law turned off the lights and pulled you in close. It was warm and comfortable and the way he was gently stroking your hair made you sink further into his arms. Can confirm Law has magic fingers. You both fell asleep like that without a second thought. He also must have been exhausted.

The next day was pretty normal up until Law put his hand on your head and both of you recoiled as if you've been burned at the touch. Ikkaku was passing by at the time when it seems you and Law had the same idea.

"Ikkaku I need you to pat (Y/N)-ya's head." Everyone was pretty curious but the moment she touched your ears you felt nothing. "Huh" you exchange glances with your captain before finding the next test subject.

Law already had to go to navigation to tell Bepo to redirect their course. He might as well kill two birds with one stone. "Bepo can you pat my head? I want to see something." Bepo petted you without a second thought and once again you felt nothing. You and Law gave Bepo headpats when he tried to ask what that was about. This seemed to distract the mink. Now this was interesting.

"Nothing?"

"Yup nothing, maybe it's how you give headpats? You should try it on Penguin." He nodded and you both went to find him. Sure enough Penguin and Shachi were hanging out in the common area. "Penguin, pat my head." Penguin shyly looked around mostly at his captain for approval. Once Law nodded he slowly did what he was told to do. Still nothing you motioned for Law.

The moment Law put his hand on Penguin's head he melted into it, shocking Law so much he stepped back looking at his hand. Shachi started to pout. "Hey I'm here too!"

You sighed "Fine, have at it." You still felt nothing but Shachi was satisfied "What gives I thought you were supposed to zone out?" You laughed, "Actually we've been running some tests and it seems our captain just has magic hands." Shachi stared in disbelief as Law reached out to pat his head. He hummed. "Yeah I can see that. It's a grade A head pat. I think it’s because of Law’s typical demeanor; it just makes them better somehow."

"I guess that's that then. Mystery solved." You smiled at Law. And you were surprised he grinned back. This is incredibly silly and you’re not sure why he went along with it but you’re content with the results.

#trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #this will be a series of oneshot like chapters of fluffy happy fun time with the heart pirates #I needed something more for shits and giggles to balance the headspace it takes to write fake it till you make it #onepiece x reader

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acidh2otoby · 2 years

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Agent Kennedy, Part 7

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Takes place during Chris' second chapter in re6

Warnings: Violence

Part 6 > Agent Kennedy, Part 6

I've said this already a lot but this is a slow burn part. Again, you don't have to read into these 100% but I'd appreciate if you at least looked at them for future reference

Alpha Team was clearing the area in front of the City Hall. It was quiet, which was incredibly alarming.

"Sherry Birkin - National Security!" A woman's voice called out. Sherry was walking through the street showing her badge to the soldiers.

Chris walked up to her. "Sherry Birkin? You were in Raccoon City."

You looked at Piers in question and he shrugged his shoulders. You looked back at Sherry, who also seemed confused.

"How do you know that?" Sherry asked, putting her badge away.

"Claire." Chris responded, obviously having to make things more difficult than they are.

You remembered Claire mentioning a little girl named Sherry but never got her last name. You didn't think the two were connected at first but now it makes sense.

"Wait... Are you Chris?" Sherry asked, clearly knowing about the older Redfield.

"My sister's told me all about you." Chris said, smiling a little.

"Chris, that man is a wanted insurgent." Piers said, glaring at the man behind Sherry who was leaning against a disserted vehicle.

Sherry glanced back before slightly placing her hands in front of her. "Yes, he's a mercenary. But right now he's under the protection of the U.S. government. He's no threat to the BSAA." Sherry defended, it seemed she had this little speech prepared.

"Unless someone pays me to be." The man muttered but was loud enough for people to hear.

"What did you just say?" Piers threatened, trying to get up in the man's face if you hadn't held him back.

The man didn't say anything, he just turned to look at you three. Chris was staring at him with a funny look, a look that said he knew him in some way.

"What?" The man asked, clearly noticing the look as well.

"Nothing." Chris responded, but something was clearly up.

You were about to pull Chris aside and ask but HQ interrupted your train of thought.

"HQ to Alpha Team. Reinforcements are unable to land due to anti-aircraft artillery. Take 'em out!" The man said, his timing was pretty perfect since after he finished his sentence, the sound of aircrafts and firearms were heard.

"Alpha Team, copy." Chris responded, seeing where a lot of the guns were.

"What the--?! We're picking up a large bogey on radar. It's heading right for you!" HQ reported, causing your blood to run cold.

'Not one of these guys again.' You thought as you glanced at Piers, who looked like he was thinking the same thing.

An aircraft from the J'avo came into view, carrying one of those yeti monsters with it.

"We'll talk later. Right now, you need to find cover." Chris said to Sherry, but she clearly wasn't gonna listen.

The B.O.W. landed and roared before chasing you, Chris, and Piers. Sherry and the man followed you. Echo Team's captain had contacted Chris about the anti-aircraft guns and said that they'd be able to land if we got rid of them.

"Chris! We'll give you a hand!" Sherry said, catching up to Chris a little.

"Out of the question! You need to get to safety!" Chris said, not willing to hear her out.

"Don't worry about me. I can handle myself, and you need the help!" Sherry replied, Claire definitely had some sort of impression on Sherry when she was younger.

"Christ... My chances of survival were higher when I was a soldier of fortune." The man muttered, you weren't gonna question him but could definitely understand his thought process at the moment.

Finn had found one of the guns and set charges on it while the five of you fought off any J'avos that tried to get in the way. After Finn left to go to the other gun, you five stayed behind to kill the B.O.W.

It didn't take long once Chris and Piers realized that what you did before actually takes away its life faster than just shooting it. It started to slowly become a cycle, Sherry and the man would get it to collapse a little, one of you three would jump on its hand and attack its weak spot. Eventually, it died and all of you moved on to find Finn.

Find the next gun wasn't difficult and it was just starting to look like things were going okay. The J'avos could only attack from one place, Chris and Piers took care of most of them. They kinda left you, Sherry and the man to just stand there and make sure no one came up from the stairs. The gun was destroyed and you all were about to move on, until...

"There's another giant B.O.W. closing in on your location!" Echo warned you through your ear piece.

You turned around and saw the B.O.W. climb over a building to get to you guys.

"It's the one we lost at the Two of Hearts!" Piers said, you questioned how he was able to tell the difference between B.O.W.s that looked basically the same.

"Alpha! Prepare to engage!" Chris ordered through the ear piece.

Chris glanced at all of you guys, silently telling you that you were gonna fight it. When all of you nodded, you bolted out of the building and into another, repeating the cycle you did with the other one. Once it was dead, you went back to the building prior to meet up with Finn.

"Everyone into that underground passage!" Finn called out, seeing as other soldiers were following now as well.

The passage was filled with J'avos but they were pretty easy to take out. Thankfully, no more B.O.W.s came back and Finn was able to destroy the final gun.

"Good work out there, Alpha! Echo Team will be landing shortly." Echo said, you could hear some of the aircrafts coming back.

#gay #leon kennedy x reader #male reader #chris redfield #piers nivans #sherry birkin #jake muller #resident evil

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talesofsonicasura · 1 year

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Of Bug Cults and Living Stone

Prologue: Agent meets Legend

Mind controlling parasites and trying to rescue the President's daughter can be a huge stressful pain in the ass. Leon thought a taxidermy bear wouldn't make things harder. Too bad no one said anything about the owner being a troll. Literally.

Can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Also can be read romantic or platonic. Enjoy.

Myths were a funny thing. Tales of creatures unlike anything that roamed the Earth. Fire breathing dragons, shipwrecking krakens and the constant between every continent whether it be a horror story, cheesy movies or children's nursery rhymes: Trolls.

Beings from Norse Mythology described to be made from living stone with various sometimes frightening sizes to boot. Creatures that could be a slow witted hideous monster or so human in appearance and mind it was mystifying. Although trolls rarely helping mankind isn't exactly a secret.

Now if you were one Leon Scott Kennedy, it was just a painful reminder about those creepy dolls often marketed towards children. He couldn't count how many times he had one of the ugly nude buggers look back at him in stores or the rare nurse's office. Now why would this be on the blonde's mind?

Imagine being an government agent sent to Spain since someone decided 'Why not snatch a very important thing from the United States' president?' That 'someone' was actually the leader of a bioterrorism aligned cult who uses parasitic bugs to control the populace and make them abominations. Finally with the nasty cherry on top this shit sundae is you might have said parasite inside your body.

Overall, a pretty shitty day so far as Leon rather be in bed fast asleep than relive a foreign version of Raccoon City. Man already had to kill a mutant amphibious creature as if someone drag him into a bootleg Moby Dick. The captain being a 5'11 well built false blonde agent while the whale was a man eating parasite infested salamander.

At the moment, Leon decided an inventory check would be the next best move. He'll need everything completely functional if the agent was going to make out of this shit show alive with 'Baby Eagle'. And waterlogged guns isn't gonna help unless they were a makeshift bat.

Now before he reached the village, Leon did remember one of the cab drivers mentioning a cave near the lake. An infamous place that only the bold dare to visit yet any Los Illuminados member seem to avoid like the plague. Perfect for a much needed break and inventory check.

The cavern's outside was surprisingly decent looking almost if someone once live there. Root vegetables planted in a small messy garden, mossy rocks stack on top each other by the entrance and an old clearly stolen dirty clothes pile. It was enough caution to have Leon draw his handgun.

He took a step forward unaware of the thin tripwire before his feet or the chain reaction to come. The string snapped as a soft hiss from fast pulling ropes hum around the man. Leon only had a second to notice the large creature lunging out of the cavern and instinctively fires his weapon. *BAM*

It was a direct shot as something brown hit the ground with a loud thud before it haphazardly roll at his right foot. "A bear head???" Leon looked at the taxidermy head and to the still body that now stood ferociously before the cave's entrance.

There were thin yet sturdy strings connected to each limb almost like a puppet. It was clear no one left it behind as it was too well kept and show barely any sign of wear. Yet that begged the question, who built the bear puppet?

A deep piercing growl tore through the silence as Leon's blue eyes met angry glowing slitted ones in the darkness.

The sound of a gun shot and its spicy companion scent awoken you from your slumber. Predatory eyes were quick to notice the head puppet string that now laid slack while its fellow siblings hung tight from their vessel's weight. Your irritation quickly rose as you caught the other two still present scents.

One was those accursed Las Plagas and their no doubt human vessel. A deep heavy growl tore from your throat as you rose from your comfy nest. Large curled stone hands rake the dirt alongside taloned feet, long bulky tail scrape the cavern walls, magnificent horns low enough to not hit the ceiling, thick moss like fur that coats a powerful frame, jagged sharp fangs paired with equally fierce tusks, long deer ears for sharp hearing, bear like snout and eyes capable of piercing the darkness.

A sight known to make even the bravest men piss themselves in fright much to your constant amusement. Trolls weren't a species who plays nice with humans. Especially for you as a certain group that believe they're gods earned your fury.

Now it's quite easy to recognize puppets of those vermin worshippers. You witness their ritualistic plagues infest the locals and later bloody your fangs to free their forsaken souls. What stood here was neither of those parties.

A mortal man whose blue eyes already knew horrors familiar yet unknown, dark grey shirt, black fingerless gloves, black combat boots alongside dark grey combat pants held snuggly tight against a body type built for speed, browning blonde hair which reek of dye and the only casual thing he wore was a snug brown jacket.

The warrior look back at your hidden frame with shock yet held no fear. It wasn't difficult to smell the slowly budding larvae inside his little body. "A human not consumed by Las Plagas? Quite a rare but pleasant sight for old eyes to behold."

The deep rumble of your voice made the mortal raise his gun at you. An amusing sight worth the small hearty chuckle. "What the hell are you? One of Saddler's pets?" That earned the man a harsh growl as irritation nearly boil into fury.

"I would never serve such a pathetic fleshbag! His kind destroyed the beautiful harmony of this land with those horrid vermin! Not even my dwelling escape those thieving destructive hands! As for what I am, I'm a troll who calls this broken land home."

The man slowly lower his gun but kept a finger steady on the trigger. "A troll? The ones that turn to stone in sunlight and often live under bridges? *You nod* Of course this fucking mission had to get weirder. It sounds like Saddler and his goons did something to piss you off." A disgruntled huff was enough to confirm his suspicion.

"We've been at war for quite some time. You see their "god's" power is completely useless against me. I can sap the parasite of its strength, like the larva nestled in your chest. Can even kill their entire hive if I lay my claws on the Plagas Queen. That very fear drives their numerous failed attempts to slay me. Bastards then stole something I consider invaluably precious."

A look of hope immediately cross the man's face upon hearing your words. "Then we have a mutual enemy. Saddler took something important from my country and done the same to you." It didn't take a genius to know what he's insinuating.

"You wish for my assistance? AHAHAHA! I never met such an amusing human in a very very long time. You don't know the dangers of making a pact with a troll, huh? My weakness to sunlight will be nullified in exchange for my power. I can crush your skull and rend your flesh like moss."

That didn't seem to intimidate the mysterious man one bit, in fact it made him even more determined. "Raccoon City already tore apart any sense of self preservation. Plus I'm dead either way if I can't get back Baby Eagle. Getting killed by a troll would be a spectacular way to kick the bucket though."

You couldn't help the bout of earth shaking laughter at the small human's words. "Quite a suicidal bastard, aren't ya? I like bold foolish mortals willing to dance with death." You tossed something metallic at the brave man. He caught it and saw the item was a small metal goblet.

"Pour a bit of your blood inside and prepare a title for me. It's required to form a familiar pact between us. The blood links my magic to you and the title being a way to summon me. I shall suppress the parasite's too so Los Illuminados can't interfere with the pact. Please tell this old troll the name of their contractor as I grant mine."

The stranger look at the goblet in his hands, then you with an amused grin on his face as your name grace his ears. He holstered the gun in favor of a small combat knife and made a decent slice on his left palm. Blood delicately pouring into the gauntlet then placing it before you in the shadows.

"My name is Leon Scott Kennedy. Saddler's cult has remain top dog for too long, haven't they? It's only fair that the bastards should take the role of prey. You want a title? I hope 'Hunter' is good enough for a mighty troll." Leon barely saw the large fang filled smile on your muzzle.

"Well then, Leon Scott Kennedy. If it's a hunter you want..." Sharp claws delicately grab the goblet of blood. "...then I'll happily serve the role!" And you drank the crimson liquid with vigor. A look of pain split across his face as he felt a burning sensation on his back. Leon would've think it been a trick if Saddler's whispers hadn't fell into silence.

You knew it was the familiar sigil since a troll's pact forms on the back. The pain quickly subsided as Leon's eyes return to the beast before him. He couldn't help but stare in awe when you lumber out into the sunlight.

The man had to look up to maintain eye contact as the size difference became very obvious. You were twice maybe even thrice larger than him and looked equally powerful. A massive smile took over Leon's face as he evilly rub his hands together.

"Oh hell yeah! I think it's about time to even the playing field. Hope you're ready for a bit of a hike as we have a Baby Eagle and precious belonging to recover. I'm pretty sure that ravine is a good place to start." You let out snort as you had a better solution.

"Got something with Baby Eagle's scent on it? A troll's sense of smell is better than any hound you humans train. I can easily track the lost chick down even when the scent goes stale." Leon grinned as he pull out a human invention: a cellphone.

"Take a good whiff." You sniffed at the object, catching a gentle citrus scent with a bit of cinnamon and mint to it. Clearly Baby Eagle was a young human female since they had a more fruity smell than men. "Got it. Follow me Sir Leon and I'll lead you to her."

The man was a bit surprised but quickly brush it off. He isn't going to look a gift horse, well gift troll, in the mouth. Leon needs all the help he can get if he wants to take on a cult.

Something the both of you knew quite well.

And that's it! This is a bit more dialogue than usual but some setup is needed here. Yes, I know trolls are primarily Norse or Scandinavian in origin but there are reasons why Reader is in Spain. Now for their precious treasure, you guys have to figure it out for yourselves.

Only hint I'm giving is that it's magic in nature. Leon's the type who would a make a deal with the devil especially since Raccoon City messed up him real bad. Any help is appreciated but it doesn't mean he fully trusts Reader. They don't trust him either hence the threat.

Quite normal as trolls rarely help humans whether in mythology or multiple stories. Next chapter will delve into the ravine and maybe the boss fight with El Gigante. I'll be drawing the familiar sigil later, maybe even the Troll Reader's visage.

Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the wake of Raccoon City.

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blankdblank · 2 years

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To The Moon

Got this adorable idea at work. Blind date gone wrong and the guys jump in to save the day. :)

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Dressed up in a shimmering floor length cocktail dress with glittery wedges, makeup and pins in your braided bun to match you were locked in an urge to both remain stoic and keep from bursting into tears. The supposed ‘great guy’ you were set up with, who was ‘ready to get back on the horse’ of the dating world after a messy breakup, had both shushed and ignored you for most of the first course of the meal through the live show anyone was rarely able to get tickets to without a blood sacrifice or be able to drop a mortgage payment in one go. And here he was practically with binoculars spying in his ex across the way who as you’d seen him check her live feed a million times since he picked you up and first shushed you to hear the audio reading app that fed into his car Bluetooth system to read her posts as they aired the entire way here. But he’d already pulled away from the curb and you vainly loved your intact epidermis and new outfit to throw yourself out the window on the highway.

But a slight break in the show and a swap of courses and you slipped out of the table and auditorium. Headed to a worker outside in the lobby with armfuls of brooms and dustpans aiming to be ready for the showtime swap who seemed stunned but overly helpful to assist in giving the written address of where you were to give to a cab service.

$27, that was all you had in cash for the driver who refused to take cards. So ten went to the fare and teetering on the brink of tears you were let out outside the Smithsonian. Where you aimed to take a solitary walk to calm down and try to distract yourself as you somewhat showed off your overly dressed self to impress anybody tonight, as you had aimed to feel at least wanted after a travesty of a breakup yourself your supposed friend from work had tried to help you get back up on the horse yourself.

And yet in front of the wooly mammoth exhibit you huffed in a glimpse at a reflection of a streak of your eye liner from failing to stop a tear from breaking free. To the aim of a try to find a bathroom you turned and froze seeing a man with smudged raccoon like black war paint on his face around his eyes and brows in tactical gear complete with weapons across his body. Mask in hand the brilliantly blue eyed man blinked as his free hand brushed his chestnut hair out of his face, “See you dressed up for the new exhibit too.” He said playfully making the grey and red winged suit clad man beside him snicker and look away to keep from laughing longer, having noticed as Bucky had that a familiar face who randomly dropped by the tower to see Tony they always seemed to miss the chance to talk to was here.

“You’re the guy,” you said pointing at the banner on the corner at the end of the wall naming the next exhibit as the newly updated Captain America exhibit with the so named Bucky Barnes pictured underneath the Captain named down the middle of the colorful banner.

“Steve was asked to drop off some things,” he said after a quick nod, “Then we’re off.” His eyes scanned over you as you tried to steal a look at your reflection again to subtly fix the streak only making it worse. “You okay? I can punch somebody if they bothered you.” He said making Sam grin wider at the clear offer to help the distressed pretty lady Bucky had openly been following while trying to think of a cool pickup line as Sam had told him to try to give dating a go finally after years of being pushed to do so.

“No, he’s at the show three blocks over. I’m,” softly you sighed, “Forming a shambled plan get home, they had a sign, the atm is broken and cabs only take cash now apparently and the cookie patrol took most of mine the other day.”

Sam asked, “Why is he three blocks over and you’re here alone? He stand you up?”

“No,” you said sheepishly and looked away. Trying not to cry again, making them both step closer as Rhodey in his suit came around them to see what they were distracted by.

“You okay Miss?”

Nodding and shrugging you said, “Ya,” sniffling as you blinked a few times to try and keep calm. Only making him look at the guys on his left.

Bucky asked, “You came here from the show? What’d he do? Offer stands I’ll go punch him.”

In a roll of your eyes to keep tears from gathering in your eyes again you drew in a deep breath as Rhodey shuffled his weight on his feet, then you explained, “I got set up on a date. Supposed ‘great guy’ but he shushed me in the car-,”

“He shushed you!” Sam and Rhodey whispered angrily to Bucky’s eyes narrowing protectively.

“All so he could listen to the audio reading of the live feed of the ex he supposedly is ready to get ‘back up on the horse’ after dating. My choices were stay in the car or leap out onto the highway. Apparently I was there to make her jealous and he didn’t so much as look at me for the seating debacle. Which is putting it lightly, practically had to be airlifted in to my seat for how strenuous they try to make the supposed elite seating look. It’s two gates and four steps to the door no matter where you sit in our section, or in ordering what was supposed to be a good appetizer,” you held up two fingers.

“Two pieces of toast with a cough of grated cheese and a slice of the tiniest blandest tomato in the world. I know women who would weep knowing they were passing that off as authentic Italian cuisine! All that was missing was a pair of binoculars for him to be spun all the way around in his seat to watch her all night! So I left, but the cab won’t take credit and I had enough to get here and pay the ticket fee thinking the atm was working, but it’s not.

Rest of this town is gung ho to go digital, looking at you like you walked in with a ruck sack off a three month train binge you so much as have exact change for gas. And now this guy is part of a wrench in the whole scheme that makes my daily commute fifty minutes longer as they can’t sustain power or keep up the facade that everyone loves the digital life! Especially when billionaire scientists are tripping the power grids for half the borough every other week! We’re not all billionaires unable to hold our paychecks in our pockets! I like my coin purse, thank you very much, as much as the next person who likes a hefty bit of jingle on hand to flick into a machine or looking glass when you get stuck waiting on a bridge or building with a view.” You said with voice fading off in a look at the guys uncertain if they would start laughing at you for he absurd you felt at that moment.

Rhodey said in a shake of his head, “Ya he’s not getting away with that.”

Sam nodded and sternly asked, “Where’d he park?”

“In the garage.”

“Where in the garage?” Rhodey asked, “We’re gonna go egg his car,” he said parting your lips.

Sam nodded saying, “First we’re gonna let you have a sneak peek of the exhibit then we’re gonna go buy some eggs.”

Softly you huffed and said as you felt the grit of another line of makeup being brushed down your other cheek as you brushed away a sudden tear you didn’t feel gather but felt fall to the exposed bit of your chest to soak into the neckline beneath it. “I, have to fix my face.”

Bucky said plainly, “No you don’t, make it look like we’re a couple, matchy matchy.”

Sam and Rhodey both felt an urge to look at their friend. Only to grin at the restrained giggle that had a grin split across your face and eyes give a hint of an amused shimmer to show an internal light there of a usually bubbly person under this frustrating evening that had drawn him like a moth to a flame. “I have to find a bathroom.” Bucky turned sideways gesturing to the door a bit more down the hall behind them and watched you pass, seeing Sam give him a thumbs up on the smile worthy cheesy comment behind your back.

The assassin grinned to himself as Steve came out of the exhibit to hear Rhodey say plainly as an order, “We’re gonna take a new friend of Bucky’s through the exhibit and buy eggs to go egg her ex date who shushed then ignored her.” Instantly having the Super Soldier agree as it was a means to help his best friend help this mysterious stranger.

The whole group was waiting when you came out of the bathroom to what you imagine would have been a hallucination of some concussive head injury of an accident you couldn’t remember, thanks to said accident. Right there they stood and all you could say in seeing the line of armed men in tactical armor was, “Somehow I feel underdressed.”

Bucky grinned and offered his gloved hand to say, “Let’s go show you some old stuff, Rhodey’s pricing out our shopping list through his suit system so we get the best bang for our buck.”

“Eggs don’t go bang,” you said resting your hand in his while your other hand held the left side of your clutch and high slitted cocktail dress to not have it tangle around your feet in the turn.

And lowly he chuckled, “Ours will. Guy’s two inches from a stalker, and kidnapper, a moron on top of that, treating you so poorly, got it coming. I’m Bucky, can I ask your name?”

“Pluto,” you said widening his kind grin your way that you looked away from to not blush widening his grin.

“Ever been to the moon Pluto?” Steve asked making you look over your shoulder at him.

“I’m a secret shopper, that’d be a hard no.” You said making him chuckle.

Steve said, “Well after this we’re meant to go drop things off to the Reed Richards station in orbit near the moon. You hungry?”

“Yes,” you replied timidly, “I am hungry. What does that have to do with the moon?”

Sam asked, “You wanna have dinner in orbit around the moon?” He asked making your mouth drop open to free a squeak from you out of shock.

Rhodey nodded, “We’ll take that as a hard yes,” smiling your way.

Needless to say an awkward stare off at the hatch of the space travel adapted jet with Black Widow broke as she jumped in on the new mission and flew you to the chosen store to get everything.

The news would later display security footage of the Avengers dismantling and disfiguring the now bare frame and seats of the vehicle you were brought to the show in written with a warning note to treat women better. But by then you were landed on the station and holding the flowers Bucky had bought for you, now staring at Johnny Storm who said, “Now this just isn’t fair! Reed said I can’t bring dates to the station!” And turned with a scoff to get back to his duties after having opened the hatch to the landing dock for you all.

Stark came into sight several turns and halls later, saying, “You’re late! Now we’ll have to wait twelve hours to get lined up right for the re-entry to miss the meteor shower passing by.” His eyes swept over you and he asked, “Why’d you bring my secret shopper on board?”

Dinner for two was assembled and now the bathed and changed Bucky sat across you for a far more impossible start to try and get out there again. Matchy matchy in gifted outfits from the station so you could change into something more comfortable eating the best food to be had thanks to Vision with his five star cuisine lessons to back his try to help make this evening special for his teammate.

A date orbiting the moon would be hard to top. But for your second date he sure as hell made you feel just as weightless from the moment his eyes landed on you to when you were able to climb back into bed. Traces of a chaste stolen kiss left upon your cheek as you dreamed of what a possible third date could have in store for you.

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#Blind Date Gone Wrong #Overdressed in a Museum #Smithsonian Captain America Exhibit #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #James Rhodes #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Black Widow #Johnny Storm #Vision #Reed Richards Station #Marvel #Avengers #Fantastic Four #Bucky Barnes x OC #Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Rookie rewrite chapter two

So far your first week had been very calm, moving in was easy as you didn’t have many belongings, you lived a little bit outside of the city, which meant you’d have to wake up earlier to get there on time but since you know what’s going to happen in 2 years it wasn’t a big deal to you. You were going to meet Wesker this weekend, after his work, and then you’d be introduced to the STARS team on Monday once you got your bearings of the city. Everything seemed in place, you had hidden weapons around the home, checked if the place had any secret cameras, which there weren’t, checked the home for any damage, met the neighbors, cleaned the garage, got money from the government until you would start your new job. All in all, the first week in Raccoon City seemed to be going pretty well as the people in the more rural areas seemed…nicer. Compared to the more hostile people in the city, this place was nice.

It was also a major upgrade from being constantly watched over by the government. A small room with nothing of your own besides your own clothing, and a few electronics they couldn’t figure out. Then running test after test on you, your body, your blood, your abilities. You could see why Sherry hated it in that one game. To them you were an alien, able to heal faster, quicker, stronger and tougher. Your blood samples always came back corrupted, most of the scientists couldn’t even stand to be near it, let alone try to inject it into themselves. Safe to say, you won’t be giving blood any time soon.

When the day came for you to meet Wesker for the first time, officially, you were expecting a charming bastard. Arriving at the city hall half an hour early, it’s weird but you don’t need that much sleep anymore. You can’t place why though, and you never had the time to actually think about it. Even when you’re laying in your new bed. You sat at a nearby cafe, enjoying the sights and the atmosphere of the city bustling around you. The people of this city might be assholes but at least it was pretty here. Not much else going for this mountainside city. A chill grabbed your attention, a stare, someone was staring at you. You glanced up to see a familiar tall blonde man in a navy blue button up shirt. He stood there staring at you, you looking back at him, before he walked over to you, setting his coat down on the chair in front of you. Wesker sat down in front of you. He was quiet, seemingly waiting for you to talk. You hummed, placing down your drink, still staring at him.

“Hello. It’s nice to meet you, captain.” You spoke first, keeping your tone steady as you talked.

“Likewise, “rookie.”” He replied, he tilted his head slightly before he spoke up again. “How did you get that nickname anyways?”

“I was brought in by the government, and some of them didn’t like that. But they couldn’t give me a truly harmful nickname without being reprimanded and punished so… rookie, and then it caught on.” You responded, shrugging and bringing your drink back up to your lips. You could feel his gaze as you sipped your drink. He seemed to be studying you, he was curious about you.

“So captain, any questions you need to ask me?” You knew business as usual, you wanted to stay off of his bad side but you also wanted him to know you weren’t one to be fucked with either.

“Just any accomplishments you might have or any other skills that can be used in the office. I know you’re a great hand to hand fighter, but what about gun training?”

“Yes, I’ve been trained with firearms. As for skills around the office, at least you won’t have to worry about me causing chaos.”

He sighed, he had enough of that already. In the first week, he’s been the victim of several pranks and several schemes. Chris and Joseph seemed hellbent on trying to make him angry. He was sure he had a permanent crease in his eyebrow already from them.

“Good.” He nods slightly, rubbing his brow with a knuckle, shaking his head at the thought of another troublemaker running around the office. Honestly he questioned why he even started the experiment. He wouldn’t even attempt it if it meant dealing with everything they have put him through for the last two weeks for 2 years. But at the same time, Wesker got to meet an extraordinary rookie, one that he can’t help but be curious about.

“I might cause trouble when it comes to fights or sparring, of course, I understand that your team doesn’t have the same level of training as I do.” You said, a thumb running around the rim of your drink.

“That’s correct, but I believe they’ll learn something when it comes to sparring with you.” He nodded, his hand coming up to his chin as he thought about how you could easily crush some of the biggest egos on the team. “In fact, when I introduce you, why don’t you have a spar with some of the team? I think some of them could be humbled in that aspect.”

You found his smirk a little unnerving but in an infuriating condescending way. However it wasn’t directed to you, you can tell how he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

“I wouldn’t mind knocking down a few pegs.” You responded, your tone was a smidge colder than you intended, you had unintentionally reminded yourself who this man was.

However cold your tone was, Wesker didn’t seem to notice. You forgot that people in this universe weren’t exactly the smartest. Even Wesker himself, smart and clever, charismatic and charming, seemed slow to catch onto certain things.

You didn’t like how condescending he was, how manipulative he was. You could never trust him, it would be a death sentence. His smirk, his charms, his voice, they were nice but they could only barely hide the monster underneath, a monster you could see clear as day. He barely even tried to hide his secrets, it was just a power play on his part, and you don’t intend on being one of the pawns in the game.

You watched as he talked about the station and where to go, but you zoned out on your own thoughts, you already knew those things. You’ve always known those things. No amount of government training would make you forget. You were going to make sure he knew that hiring you was playing with fire. In any way possible. Sure, you weren’t going to cause petty trouble like some of the other members, you had something else in mind.

You were going to show him that you were not a pawn, you were the player and he was a little rook.

Wesker talked about the members on the teams and how they were split into two, Alpha and Bravo. It was quite serious for a police station in your opinion and it made you question why no one even thought to ask about it. Your thought looped back to how everyone in this universe is kind of stupid.

“You will be on my team, under my orders, of course.” He continued, seemingly unaware of your harsh gaze on him. “The deal I made with your uh…supervisor was that you remained alive. I trust that you can do that?”

“Sir, with all due respect, I believe I can take just about anything this job may throw at me.” Your tone was clear and sharp. He didn’t seem to believe you though, but he didn’t say anything to that effect, you caught it either way.

“I understand.” No he didn’t. He didn’t understand that he was hiring a human, but a human that’s so much different than the ones he was used to. “Just wanted to make sure.”

You’d make sure he regretted even looking at you thinking he has all the cards. When in reality, he isn’t even holding cards, he just thinks he’s playing. Like when you give your sibling a controller that isn’t plugged in.

The rest of the conversation was rather boring, he’d say things, you would respond back, it went on like that until he started to show you around the main parts of the city. Mainly the parts where you’ll be patrolling the most as a member of the team. Luxury spots were more Chris’ deal than his apparently. Not that you really cared, you had other things to deal with than those kinds of spots. Maybe once in a while, but probably not as often as you would like to. Wesker rambled a bit about the characteristics on his team as you two walked around, you weren’t sure why he was so open with talking about that. Normally he would keep his opinions about his team to himself.

Either way you hoped this meeting would end soon, you still had plenty to do. Home, decorations, buying groceries, and more importantly, buying clothes. The uniforms the government gave you weren't exactly comfortable or stylish. There were only two outfit alternatives they had given you, one white and one black, both in every day, workout, and sleepwear. You’d really like if he’d stop rambling about god knows what at this point, you didn’t realize you zoned out in him talking. Again.

“Since you live further away, I assume you’ll have transportation set up?” He asked, gaining your attention.

“My car won’t be here until next week or so. I’ll take the bus or catch a ride from a neighbor.” You responded simply, looking back from the buildings at him.

“Oh- no, you don’t have to worry about that.” He said suddenly, catching you by surprise. “I’ll pick you up until your car gets here. Can’t have the new rookie rely on those inefficient ways of getting to work.”

So it was about appearances was it? You stared at him for a moment before you sighed and agreed. Wesker seemed pleased at how you agreed so quickly despite your reluctance. He smiled, a little, strained smile. He drove you home as well, perhaps he just wanted to commit to memory where you lived. For whatever reason. You didn’t want to know to be honest, you don’t think it’d be good for your sleep. Especially after you just got some freedom from being watched 24/7.

Luckily he didn’t talk much on the way to your home, it was rather silent besides your directions to your new home. He seemed to enjoy the silence but you couldn’t tell, his stoic demeanor didn’t tell you much about what he was feeling. Maybe he enjoyed the more quiet moments since he is mostly around the team now. You already knew what kinds of people they were.

He dropped you off, said goodbye, and would be waiting for you on Monday. You sighed as you watched him leave before you entered your new home, falling onto a couch from the previous owners that they had left. It was quite comfortable, you’ll keep it. You needed a moment of respite since you’ll be mostly shopping Saturday and Sunday.

#albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader

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Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (Marvel Studios, PG-13)

When Guardians of the Galaxy came out in 2014, I didn't know a single person who knew who they were. No one knew who Starlord was, Gamora, Drax, Groot, Rocket Raccoon, none of them. It was one of the only times I walked into a theater for an MCU movie and thought, “Why am I here? I don't care about these characters at all.” Ironically, the other instance of this thought was before watching Captain America: The First Avenger. Luckily, I was very wrong on both occasions. What James Gunn did with the first Guardians movie was nothing short of a small miracle. The Guardians of the Galaxy were a middling hero team devised in the late 60s. One that, as I mentioned before, never really reached any amount of wide acclaim. When the team was rebooted in 2008, with the members seen in the movie that would come six years later, still its readership remained low. In May of 2023, the names Starlord, Gamora, Rocket, Groot, Drax, and Nebula are household names.

Guardians of the Galaxy, as an MCU team, is unique. Preceding the now-inbound Thunderbolts, the Guardians are the closest thing to DC’s Suicide Squad. Though the Guardians aren't ostensibly villains, nor are they part of a government initiative to leverage villains into doing good things by holding a proverbial gun to their head, the Guardians of the Galaxy are all misfits and ne’er-do-wells. Peter Quill being a thief, Rocket an arms dealer, Groot being Rocket’s muscle, Gamora is essentially an assassin, and Drax is called The Destroyer. They are all bad people to differing degrees. So what James Gunn had to do with the first film was two or threefold: He had to introduce us to who these people were, convince us we should care about what they do, and then make us care about them both individually and as a group. To this day, the first Guardians of the Galaxy movie is one of the closest things to a perfect execution in establishing a relationship with unknown characters.

Now, nearly ten years later, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 seeks to remind us why we cared, show us we were right to care, and make us root for our beloved misfits one last time. Ya’ll…it fucking rules.

It’s been a while since we last saw The Guardians. We saw them off in Endgame, traveling with a disheveled and melancholic Thor, and then in Thor: Love and Thunder we saw them unload the God of Thunder, moving on to do their own thing. When the Guardians of the Galaxy Christmas Special came out Thanksgiving weekend last year, we got to see Knowhere (the Guardians’ base) rebuilt, and the introduction of Cosmo the Space Dog. We also fully establish that Starlord isn't doing well with the death/return/departure of Gamora. Guardians Vol. 3 picks up from there. Starlord is out of it, drinking himself into a stupor, the rest of the team is just kind of milling about in Knowhere, and the mood is pretty stale. Enter one of Marvel’s most powerful and heroes Adam Warlock, only the Warlock is here not to help, but as a repo man for the fabled High Evolutionary, the madman who turned Rocket into the creature he is today. This initial and shocking attack sends the guardians on a quest to save the life of a mortally wounded member. It’s a race against the clock film, with a little globetrotting heist film stirred in.

Along this journey we are served up dollops of emotion. The film is framed around flashbacks illuminating Rocket’s journey under the knife and eye of the High Evolutionary. A villain portrayed brilliantly by Chukwudi Iwuji, and a villain that outshines so many villains in the MCU purely because of his acting. The High Evolutionary is a despicable, maniacal, monster of a man and each moment he is on screen your skin crawls. Truly, everyone in this movie is acting their whole asses off. Each performance is nuanced and intense, emotional and gripping. ITs something only a movie following two parts, like this one, can pull off. We all know everyone so deeply, we’ve grown to love them all, grown to admire their found family. So when this family of weirdos is put to a real test, one that threatens all of their lives in ways we haven't seen before, what comes through the cracks is this pure and natural love and passion. It works like glue throughout the film, like connective tissue, pulling each little bit you’ve ever remembered about this rag-tag team and placing it neatly in order for you to experience again.

Rocket and Groot share their dynamic in new ways, Starlord and Gomora have some truly dynamite scenes navigating their new and nonexistent relationship, Mantis remains one of the best additions to the team as she and Drax foil each other, and Karen Gillan’s Nebula is a tremendous stand-in for the Gamora we lost in Infinity War. But this movie isn't merely old bits. It’s reimagined bits, moments illustrative of the ways family evolves and adapts. As you are recognizing the way these people interact with each other, you are also recognizing that the first time we met them, none of them would have been willing to do this. This Guardians of the Galaxy is stronger, closer, and emotionally available to each other in was the previous movies simply couldn't convincingly do with everyone. Furthermore we get more Kraglin and we get Cosmo. The Guardians of the Galaxy has changed so much in the comics over the years it begins to feel like dozens of heroes have claimed membership. In the hands of a lesser director and writer this can be a pitfall that lends to shallow writing and skin-deep characters. In James Gunn’s hands instead it lends to this tone of acceptance and love, resolute with making it clear: all types are welcome here, strange and broken as you may be. It’s downright endearing, and such a refreshing take in a world far too comfortable being unaccepting and cruel.

James Gunn’s delicately procured playlist of songs is present again in this film, and just like the films that precede it, each song fits and feels like it was meant for each moment it is played in. Perhaps as a result or side-effect, sometimes the film’s score feels a bit out of place, but I rarely caught myself caring so much it interrupted my enjoyment of what I was watching. Perhaps because what you will be watching throughout the film is pretty outstandingly composed. Action scenes are cooperative and hectic, without losing fidelity or readability. In-fact, most of the action is so well shot and choreographed it plays out like anime fights, dripping in style and out of the box angles. I deeply appreciated this simply because superhero flicks, especially those featuring folks with similar powersets or fighting styles, can start to feel less like composed orchestras and far more like pop singles. And while Guardians Vol. 3 has its pockets lined with singles from the 80s and 90s, the format doesn't permeate or seep into the action.

Also, for a movie in a freshly launched Phase 5 MCU, it feels like both the real and proper send off to Phase 4 and the best foot to start Phase 5 on. A dichotomy that is not easy to navigate and perhaps even harder to accomplish with a legible, parsable plot. We take everything we knew before and expand our knowledge, but we also wrap up our loose threads, tucking them into a neat-ish bow. In the process of doing this, James Gunn and his cast deliver what will end up being one of the more emotional Marvel movies released yet, content with plucking on heart strings like Redbone.

Ya’ll, it’s just such a good movie. They did all the work they needed to beforehand, allowing them the runway to gracefully land this deeply heartfelt trilogy in a way most other properties are unable to. There are dark moments and joyous moments, funny and sad, furious and tender, and all of it fits because we know who these people are and we know how they feel. It all feels just so deeply earned and earnest. It may be a lot to take in for young fans, but this trilogy is nearly a decade old now, those fans that were young in the first film are adults now, and as those fans aged with the Guardians, the Guardians came to them with more deep and pointed stories about loss, brokenness, and family. Messages that will stick with people for years.

If this truly marks the end of James Gunn’s involvement in the MCU then it is a masterful goodbye to some of the best characters in the whole MCU. If he decides to come back someday, well then I will be just as excited for whatever comes. But for now, go and see if the galaxy’s quirkiest band of misfits can worm their way into your emotions too. They sure found a way to pummel mine. In the best way.

@LubWub ~Caleb

#movie review #mcu #phase 5 #guardians of the galaxy #starlord #rocket raccoon #groot #adam warlock #disney #marvel #james gunn

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