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betweenblackberrybranches · 11 months

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long time no see!!!! hope you doing okay, here you flowa🌻💖

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Thank you so muchhh huggin u rn hugging u rn

🤲 holding it gently <33flowa<333

#i ramble #beloved moot<333 #pretty flowa thank #im really tired so im kinda just brabbleing #but osnslsland i love racoons with their lil hands #i once got to feed some and they gently took lil fish out of my hands #will never forget they lil hands #anyway long time no see hope you are doin good aswell<3

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im-robins-bitch · 4 months

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16+ (gn) Dating Eddie Munson is:

Sharing a big bag of chips and Eddie catching your wrist and sucking on your fingers to get off all the crumbs that are stuck to them.

Eddie sneaking up behind you, pushing his icy fingers up your jumper and laughing hysterically when you cringe and shove him away.

Baking together and both of you shoving your fingers into the mix to taste it when the other isn’t looking. Taking turns to lick the spoon clean.

Smacking Eddie’s ass every time he bends over.

Trying to throw food into each other's mouths and then fishing crumbs out of each other's hair.

Eddie saying ‘Good yawn’ or ‘Good burp’

Alternatively, every time you yawn for a long time he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth.

If he’s too tired to make it to the couch after work, he’ll collapse on his knees in between your legs and face plant into your lap.

He doesn’t have an ulterior motive, apart from when he does, he just likes to be close to you. He claims you recharge him.

Fake wrestling

He likes to bend at the waist when he runs towards you like he’s about to tackle you, but instead, he lifts you off the ground and spins you around.

He’s an embarrassment at the airport if you ever need to go somewhere. Going and Coming back.

Going he’s a blubbering mess.

Returning he’s a blubbering mess, plus he’s delivering a monologue like you’re returning from war. You have received a ‘thank you for your service’ before because of his dramatics.

The first time you fly together, he won’t admit it, but he’s terrified.

Will always pretend you need to hold his hand, rather than him needing to ask for it.

Wearing an old comfy pair of underwear with a small hole or tear? Eddie finds that hole and digs his finger in to make it bigger and bigger. Likes that it gives him easier access. Will pull you towards him by the hole.

Like’s to have his hand down your pants just for comfort. He won’t even do anything just rest/cup his palm against you.

If your is hand in or up his boxers? He’s dead. In heaven.

Goes feral when you rake your nails down his thighs or his happy trail.

Hair-washing nights morph into self-care days, helping with his curls and painting his nails.

Insists he does your eyeliner if you’re putting any on. Will straddle your thigh like a heathen and pretend he’s not borderline humping it while holding a pencil dangerously close to your eyeball.

He believes in love boners.

Wants a cat, but you’re worried about the responsibility so you get fish to get into the habit of feeding something daily.

You both have names for the racoons that live in the trailer park and will gossip about what you saw them getting up to that day

Air guitar contests

Eddie writing you love letters in detention

Walking Eddie to the bathroom at parties when he gets too drunk. Holding one of his hands, the other wrapped around his waist.

Sometimes he has literally asked you to hold his dick while he pees because he’s either too drunk to do it himself or thinks it’s funny.

He’s a little fucking gremlin,

Your little fucking gremlin,

You love it.

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aussiepineapple1st · 11 months

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Hi there! If your taking requests can you do a Leon x reader where they have a baby and one night theyre sleeping in bed when there's an intruder in the house and it ends up being Ada and Leon goes to check it out and tries to reason with Ada. The reader goes to check on Leon when they see Ada holding their baby and hears her arguing with Leon. Leon telling her to hand the baby over and get the hell out but the reader steps between Leon and Ada and sizes Ada up saying "what the hell do you think your doing with my baby?" Like a badass reader and Leon being impressed and just so in love?

Thank You! 🥰

I will do my best!😅

Stolen Child

Words: 1,266 Contains: Daddy Leon, guns

Coming back from feeding your 5 month old daughter, you slide back in bed with your husband. Rolling over Leon had stayed awake just in case you needed his help, insisting you got it this time.

"Is she happy now?" He asks pulling you into his body to get comfortable once again.

"She is... But you should be asleep, you had it tough the last week." You were worried about your husband's health, he had come home to you bloody and bruised. You had been with Leon during Racoon City, you also had managed to live a fairly normal life. Working your way up to your own dream job as a successful Café owner.

"I'm alright, I just feel bad leaving you alone with her for so long."

You shake your head at his words and snuggle into his warm chest. "You do more than enough for both of us already." Sighing, you close your eyes. She would be wanting another feed at around 4am so you had a few hours to sleep.

An hour passes and you feel Leon pulling away from you leaving the bed. You wake up, but guess he was only going to the toilet. Staying on your side you start falling back asleep when you hear Leon talking, you groan and sit up. Does he really have a call at this time of night? You reach over turning on the lamp beside you and look over to his table... No, his phone was right there. You didn't hear a knock at the door?

Sliding out of the bed, you use the carpet to your advantage and stay in the hall, listening to where his voice was coming from.

"I won't ask you again." There he was, in your daughters room, the tone of his voice had your heart racing. Peeking through the gap in the door you see Leon standing there, facing the window. His arms were extended, holding his gun in his hands. Trained on a woman holding something in her arms.

"Put her back in the crib or so help me I'll shoot." Leon's voice was low and demanding, but soft enough to not wake the still sleeping baby.

"You wouldn't do that, I might drop her." The woman's voice was smooth and sensual, mocking Leon with what she knew he would never do while his daughter was in danger.

You couldn't just stay hidden! Opening the door, the woman pulls her own gun on you. "What the hell are you doing with my baby!?" You didn't care if you woke her, you wanted her out of the arms of this intruder. Who would steal a baby?!

"Ada, don't." Leon warned as he steps between you and her gun. So this was Ada? The very same woman Leon had told you about from Racoon City when you had both been separated in the mayhem. The woman who he would tell you kept popping up on his jobs.

Placing a hand on the back of his shoulder you step around your husband, his finger leaving the trigger, almost starting to squeeze it. Still keeping it trained on Ada he makes sure you weren't in the way if he needed to in fact, shoot her. "What do you plan on doing with her?" You ask.

Ada just glanced down at the still sleeping babe, a smirk pulling at one side of her lips then lifting her gaze to you once again. You had stepped close enough for the barrel of her pistol to be pressed against your collar bone. Ada frowns at how ballsy you were, she could tell why Leon had fallen for you and was still with you even after so long. "Sorry, but I don't work and tell."

Leon was stood directly behind you, so you knew she wouldn't shoot, just in case she hit him. Ada not expecting the speed in which you had grabbed her wrist and lifted her arm to the ceiling, your grip making Ada wince slightly as you step even closer. Yes, you were shorter than she was, by half a head, but your intense stare made up for your height intimidation.

"You'll hand my baby back to me now and leave the same way you came in. And if I ever..." You lower your voice to a growl. "Ever! See you again, I will Not hesitate to shoot you, unlike my husband."

Ada tilts her head up, seeing in your eyes you weren't joking. Maybe the job she thought would be easy wasn't, not with you being the child's mother. She looks to Leon who was smirking at you, she could tell he was impressed by your show of protection for your daughter. Reluctantly she allows you to take your baby back from her arm, your hand still holding her wrist tight.

Once your daughter was back in your arms and only then did you remove your grip from Ada's wrist. Leon pulls you back into his side as he keeps his gun on Ada. "You heard her.. On your way." Leon motions with his gun for her to leave through the open window.

Once she leaves you wait before removing your gaze from the window and felt your legs go weak under you, the adrenaline leaving your body almost instantly. Leon saw you drop and half catches you, kneeling down beside you as you sat on the carpeted floor, cradling your baby. "You okay?" Leon asked seeing you starting to tremble.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay, just.. my legs aren't working right now. Heh.." You were so scared, but protecting your daughter was your main objective, worrying about if you got shot later. "Did.. Did I do good?"

Leon just lets out a low chuckle from a closed mouth, rubbing your arms to help calm you down. "Yeah, I was even scared for a moment there." He didn't want to put his daughter back in her crib, not tonight. And it looked like neither did you, so he ends up scooping you into his arms while you held your baby.

"No you weren't.." You pout.

"Really, I was." He carries you back into your bedroom, placing you on your side of the bed. "I was scared you would be shot."

"Oh.. Right." Leon walks down stairs to fetch a U-shaped pillow, placing it in the centre of your bed. You then gently lay your daughter in the middle, both of her parents laying on either side of her for protection. You lay on your side, head on the pillow surrounding the tiny infant. Leon was doing the same, reaching down to use his index finger to draw tiny circles on the inside of her open palm.

She closed her fingers around Leon's finger causing a big smile to pull the corners of his lips. You watch the smile on his face and he looks up to you. "I was really proud of you for standing up against Ada. You were so hot."

"Oh please." You blush and pull the blanket over your shoulder. "You probably do that type of thing daily."

"Yes.. Sort of.. But you don't. God, I love you so much." He said reaching over his daughter and gently touching your cheek.

Your cheeks turn a darker red and look in his eyes that looked at you with pure admiration. He had seen a new side of you tonight and it only made him fall more in love with you. "I love you too, but we really need to figure out something about house security so this doesn't happen again."

"Right.."

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navstuffs · 11 months

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No Ordinary Love

Pairing: Leon x SuccubusFemale!Reader

Summary: Leon Kennedy is addicted to you.

Warnings: songfic, SMUT, touch-starved leon, needy!leon, reader does feed on him

Author's Notes: hello! this fanfic is so important to me due to the song that inspired me to write: No Ordinary Love by Sade. if you don't know Sade, please go and listen to her. it was super hard to edit this fanfic cause the song is so freaking good and i kept getting distracted. anyway, reader is a succubus, but she might not be a "proper" succubus, i will adapt for my writing needs. this fanfic might have a prequel (how they met, after re2 events) and a sequel, so we shall see. i hope you enjoy!

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"I gave you all the love I got I gave you more than I could give Gave you love"

It is late when Leon Kennedy knocks on the familiar door after just landing from Spain. He is exhausted, with images of the last days tormenting his head. Ada. Ashley. Luis's death. As a loop, he sees their faces over and over again. He shakes his head, trying to focus on the door before him and the person who will open it. Some part of him knows he shouldn't be there, something deep inside his soul is telling him to leave, he doesn't deserve you, but when the door flies open, all thoughts inside his head disappear.

Everything else disappears around him.

There is no more Ada. No more Ashley, Luis, or even Leon S. Kennedy. Only you.

"I gave you all that I have inside And you took my love You took my love(...)"

You wear an oversized black shirt that goes just above your knees. Your beauty always seems to leave him breathless because no one should look this stunning. It is unfair. Leon forgets how to speak and how to act. He is just a rookie all over again. The hopeless rookie who met you years ago, desperate for some comfort, any comfort after Racoon City. Only you matter right now. Shit, he hasn't realized how much he missed you. Your touch. Your kisses. Your warmth.

"Do you know what time it is, Kennedy?" You yawn, crossing your arms. Understandable, he woke you up in the middle of the night. You had all the right to be angry if you wanted; Leon feels like shit about it, though he couldn't wait until the morning to see you.

"Yes. May I come in?" His voice way is softer than his usual tone, but again, he is different when it comes to you. He is not the same person around you.

Your eyebrows arch, surprised, and Leon notices your nipples harden against your shirt. Perfect.

"I don't know. Can you?"

"When you came my way You brightened every day With your sweet smile(...)"

Please, let me in. Please, Leon begs mentally, and you smirk as if listening to his silent pleas. As if you could read his mind, knowing precisely how much he needs you.

"Please?" Leon murmurs, looking at your bare feet, not believing how fragile his voice sounds.

Not after all those things he had killed or everything he had gone through, he would still be clay in your hands. It didn't matter how many times he saved the world or how many he killed, you would still be the one who put Leon on his knees, this invisible force pulling him for you.

Leon doesn't know what would happen to him if you deny him. He might die as a thirsty man who got close to the oasis but failed to drink the water. Or got so close to the sun and burned himself before touching it. All those thoughts rush through his mind before your feet finally, finally give him passage, and Leon thanks mentally for your benevolence.

Leon starts walking into your house before you stop him, hands on his chest. You stare at his expression for a second, and Leon's heart beats so fast that he finally feels like living again.

"You don't look well. Was it hard this time?"

Leon's mind flashes with everything that happened to him in the last couple of days. He doesn't have to say anything: you know Leon better than anyone. You nod as if reading his mind again, closing the door.

"I will take care of you. Come."

"Didn't I give you All that I've got to give, baby(...)"

Leon's mind drifts away. He would lie if he said he didn't like the taste you left on his body, his heart, on his soul. You were like a drug, the strongest he had ever tasted.

"Leon."

Oh, how much he missed your moans. Your desperate sobs of his name as he pushed his cock inside of you, as a madman. There is nothing, nothing in this world that would separate you from him.

"Leon."

"I keep trying for you There's nothing like you and I, baby(...)"

He doesn't know what happens when he is inside of you, a feeling he can't describe. It is different from everything he tried before: you delight him. You keep him there while you take away the pain, sadness, and anything he had inside. You amplify all his senses as you empty them. He watches as your boobs bounce and your eyes light with a strange glow, but he doesn't care. Leon only cares about being yours.

He moans a lot, too: he begs. Begs for you not to leave him, begs you to stay with him forever, and implores you to love him. Tells you there is no else for him, except for you.

Leon can feel you are close, and he trembles under your power, trying to match your thrusts. All he can focus on is how tight you are squeezing him now, how delicious you look on top of him, how much he loves being yours, being loved by you.

"This is no ordinary love No ordinary love"

When Leon cums, his vision gets hazy. He holds your ass down rougher than he would want, so you don't move. He likes to feel his seed inside you, his eyes rolling to his head.

Leon Kennedy ceases to exist to exist again only because of you.

When you fall to his side, Leon can't move. He never moves after cumming inside of you, that feeling of you squeezing tight, taking all that he has. Leon feels your gentle hand taking his hair from his sweaty face, kissing his lips, and savoring it. He moans in your mouth, grabbing your hips with the bit of strength he still has.

"Feeling better, Leon?"

Leon nods, his big blue eyes begging him not to leave you. To stay with him forever. He is more exhausted than when he arrived, but he is grateful. You smile compassionately, the strange glow in your eyes slowly disappearing, laying your head on his chest.

"I lo-"

"Shhh, Leon. You have to rest now. Everything will be okay in the morning. Sleep, my love."

As a command, you watch Leon Kennedy sink into darkness. You sigh, listening to his heartbeats, the sensation of satisfaction and fullness in your veins not enough to dismiss the tiny feeling of worry you had before. Or the happiness when you saw him. Or the feeling that he belongs to you and only you. There were too small to consider but not small enough to ignore. You shake your head and find yourself foolish as you make circles on Leon's chest. Now, after all the years, was not the time to get sentimentalist. You fall asleep, ignoring the sensation of comfort of being in Leon's arms.

"Keep trying for you Keep crying for you Keep lying for you Keep flying and I'm falling

And I'm falling"

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy has heart eyes for this reader #while reader is like YES MIDNIGHT SNACK #this fanfic is so important to me!! leon is so lucky for me to choose him to be a sade theme song #he has no idea

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trashanstuff · 6 days

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Hi I love ur drawings ! I saw ur reqs open so can you draw scout with a black cat ? I'm not sure if he's superstitious or not but I think that'd be funny to see him react to. No pressure tho ! :]

I honestly think scout would freak out over the tiniest cat, not as much for the fact that it’s black, but for the fact that he doesn’t know how to behave with any animal since he was never allowed to have a pet ( his mother always said 8 mouths to feed is more than enough thank you very much), so he’d ask someone who is actually good with animals, does it bite? Does it carry diseases like soldier’s racoons? Will he get 100 years of bad luck if he pets it?

#he gets it eventually #he is still not allowed to keep it inside #medic does not approve of cats trying to eat his precious doves #tf2 scout #tf2 fanart #not sure if this is ok for an answer but i tried my best

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kivaember · 3 months

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re: drabbles: i would be interested to see any kind of take on what life in the PCA is like; the EKDROMOI and HC/LC-HM duos in particular always seemed like funny Just Guys Being Dudes dynamics

OH I LOVE IDEAS LIKE THESE... i ended up just going on a ramble dear god... uh i hope you enjoy! a bit of worldbuilding for PCA and RLF (with a surprise Flatwell mention!)

Thanks for the prompt!

When Erik had been handed his posting for Rubicon-3 (or "ISB2262" as most within the UEG knew it), his first dismayed thought had been: i've hit a dead-end in my career.

See, the PCA were not viewed favourably within the UEG's pilot corps for a multitude of reasons, ranging from their infamous reputation as "space cops" to the fact that their direct chain of command was an actual, literal AI called The System, and whom many within the PCA spoke of as if she was their divine god that had descended from heaven itself to guide them.

Also, there were no glorious battles with the PCA, no chances for winning spoils of war during inter-corporate conflicts or achieving swift promotions by looking good at the right moment. All you did in the PCA was sit on some quarantined rock - normally out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere - and weren't allowed to take souviners or salvage anything profitable from the surface. It was basically guard duty but for years.

At least with guard duty on solar colonies you had some form of civilisation to visit. On Rubicon-3? Civilisation had been razed into nothing but ashes after that catastrophic industrial accident almost fifty years ago, and the remanents were just a ragtag group of stubborn colonists who refused to relocate because this is our home! Nevermind that their home was basically a hole in the ground full of contaminated soil.

Needless to say, Erik's expectations had been low when he reported to the PCA's main base on Rubicon-3. The planet had looked ugly when he came in, the atmosphere riddled with enough chunked up asteroids to make navigating the mess an absolute nightmare for the autopilot and what little surface he glimpsed looking grey and lifeless. The oceans looked good, at least, but Erik didn't have gills, and he doubted he'd be spending any time on their blasted-out beach resorts.

His expectations had been this: he'll sit in whatever passed as their guard room watching the live feed from their defence satellites, bored out of his mind except for moments of fleeting excitement when some wildcat miner came barrelling towards the planet in delusional hopes of striking it big with a Coral deposit. The nights would be long, the days even longer, and he'll be cold, miserable and wondering when he'd be posted out so his career could start again.

Instead, reality had been this: piloting the most advanced MT he'd ever sat in, wielding the most powerful weapons he'd ever laid hands on... yet trapped in an endless struggle against ye olde BASHO ACs on a near regular basis like he was in Hell and this was the ordeal he was condemned to endure for the rest of his afterlife.

The Rubiconian Liberation Front. Erik had heard of them back on Earth when he was in the UEG's main pilot corps, but no one had thought them as any serious threat. Just a group of colonists who had hijacked a construction MT or two and occasionally threw rocks through the PCA's figurative windows. They weren't a real threat. They were just civilians with guns. They'd be scared off easily just by shooting a few warning shots their way.

Wrong.

They were like rabid racoons that refused to leave the PCA's dumpsters. Almost every night, Erik and his squad would be crashed out when the perimetres alarms would trip, and almost every night he'd be chasing after RLF ACs and MTs running off with whatever the hell they could carry. Telephone poles. Copper wires. Vehicles like jeeps or vans. One of them had ran off with a fucking HVAC system once and to date Erik was still baffled about that.

But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was him.

Middle fucking Flatwell.

The RLF leadership was a bit strange, but every PCA pilot knew of Flatwell. He was a Gen Three and had been part of the Rubiconian militia as a qualified, albeit green, AC pilot when the Fires had hit Rubicon. Guy was likely pushing seventy and still piloted rings around the PCA like he was bioengineered in some fucking lab somewhere to be the bane of their existence.

The System - their chain of command, their AI - knew everything it could dig up about Flatwell. His AC schematics, his habits, his history, his fighting profile and even including some interesting yet bizarre factoids like 'has a legitimate Earth citizenship due to successful seduction of a high-ranking Arquebus executive' and 'suspected illicit affair with an intelligence officer within Arquebus HQ', which meant not only was Flatwell a demon in the AC, he was a demon under the sheets too, forbidden knowledge that Erik could've gone without knowing.

But forbidden knowledge or not, the simple fact was: Flatwell was a damn good pilot, and most of the PCA pilots were just average.

In high-tech MTs and using even higher tech weaponry, sure, but still average. But, when Erik had been new to the post, had been dazzled by these amazing MTs and beautiful plasma weapons, he'd charged headfirst into a fight against Flatwell without hesitation, ignoring The System's soft bleat for him to use caution.

Needless to say, Erik had totalled that shiny MT and ended up ejecting before even a full thirty seconds had passed. Guy was fast.

Fortunately, however, the PCA were a lot more forgiving when it came to totalled MTs. Back in the UEG that would've come straight out of Erik's paycheck, as all repair bills did (he was still paying off his previous repairs... just thirty more years and he'd be debt free!) - but the PCA had brushed it off. Turned out they had a pretty sweet fabrication system and could churn out MTs in the hundreds within hours. Where they got the raw materials for that, Erik wasn't so sure... but the PCA were a branch of the UEG, so it was probably legitimate and not at all illegal or suspicious.

(One of the first rules you learn in the PCA: do not think too deeply about how it functions for legal reasons)

But, while the posting was leagues more exciting than he had initially believed, and incredibly more dangerous, his initial dismayed thought still held true: it was a career killer, because here was another, hidden rule he hadn't known until his boots were firmly on Rubicon-3 and his transporter was flying away from the planet:

Once you're on Rubicon-3, you die on Rubicon-3. No transfers, to retiring, no early-release. The PCA's mission was lifelong and no amount of bellyaching or protesting wold change that. Erik had been sprinted through the five stages of grief before he accepted his grim fate.

Maybe he had died on the way here, he had thought. Maybe this was his punishment for contributing directly to the voracious war machine that was the UEG... how many unionised workers had he killed over the years? How many colonies had he visited to stomp down on burgeoning independent movements so corporations didn't lose a source of revenue? How many had he stomped down on, just for his own continued comfort within the callous galaxy that humanity had made for itself?

Rubicon. It really made you think about these things. Erik slowly began to understand why the PCA's relationship with the RLF was how it was. Yeah, they crashed out every night, and yeah, sometimes Flatwell was there waiting for them, but most times...

Erik would crash out with his squad and only chase the thieving RLF a few miles before breaking off pursuit. He told himself there was no point. What they stole could easily be replaced within a few days. It wasn't as if they were stealing weapons or whatever. If they wanted a fucking HVAC system or a bunch of telecommunication wiring that badly, then they could have it. No skin of Erik's nose, and the PCA didn't bill him for failure to retrieve stolen goods.

He didn't sympathise with them, and the RLF certainly didn't sympathise with the PCA. They killed a lot of each other over the years Erik had been posted here, and Flatwell was particularly merciless. But.

They were both stuck on this planet, either willfully or not. They were both on Rubicon-3 for the long haul, and one way or another, they were gonna share the same fate: they were going to die here, eventually.

They were never going to leave this razed shithole.

#armored core #armored core 6 #fanfic #middle flatwell #some worldbuilding stuff with pca and rubicon #thank you for the prompt!#it was very fun :)

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sparkles-and-trash · 8 months

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When Keigo was 16 he kept getting in trouble with his handler at the Commission and gets sent to «voulenteer» at an animal shelter.

It started when he pierced his own ears, then he dyed his hair bright red to match his wings, and when he finally got busted reading files he had no business reading his handler put their foot down.

However, Keigo was rarely allowed outside of the Commission on his own, and secretley he looked forwards to a few hours without handlers and in company of some cute animals.

He hadn’t had the chance to meet many, but he goes in with a positive attitude as always!

What he didn’t expect was just how freaking attached he would get to the little creatures.

Not just the cute puppies and kittens, but the wildlife ones who were there for treatment as well.

He cried for the first time in years when he and the vet running the shelter released a now healthy possum that he’d gotten especially attached to.

After a while Keigo was allowed to run the night shift himself, as there was nothing to do besides keeping watch, and Keigo were just two years away from being a full fledged pro hero anyways.

He’s a little nervous the first night, but he truly has no reason to, because it all goes well.

Until there is a president knock on the door, that is.

Keigo knows there could be people coming in with animals all times of the night, so he sharpens a feather and carefully opens the door to peek out.

It’s hard to see the person outside properly because of the rain and the dark, but it’s clear that whoever it is isn’t bigger than Keigo, and is holding something gently in his arms, so Keigo opens the door.

The person stumbles inside on shaky legs, and Keigo is shocked to see it’s a boy, probably around his own age, gently cradling what looks a lot like a baby racoon.

The boy himself is wearing a oversized, ragged, and most of all wet hoodie, and his skin is shockingly pale, his turquoise eyes standing out in stark contrast to his pale skin and white hair.

He was kinda really pretty.

Also really skinny, pale and shaky, but most of all, pretty.

After a little back and fourth between them, mostly consisting of Keigo trying to understand the pretty boy’s raspy, quiet voice, but after a while Keigo has the raccoon in a warm and safe cage and have called the owner of the shelter.

Just as he’s about to turn around and thank the stranger, he realizes with a sinking feeling that the boy has already left.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that long until Keigo gets a second chance.

Two nights later, a familiar knock on the door makes Keigo’s wings fluff up and he excitedly runs for the door.

Once again the pretty boy is standing there, this time he’s carrying a small cardboard box filled with way too young kittens.

«Someone just left them,» the boy says in that quiet voice of his, and Keigo’s heart squeezes.

«I got it,» Keigo say with as much reassurance he could muster, and as he took the box from the boy he noticed just how thin and freezing his hands were.

Keigo had a feeling the boy wasn’t keen on accepting any charity, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare him off again, but luckily he thinks quick.

«Could you help me with them? Just for a few hours!»

The boy looks startled, but after a few beats he finally nods.

So together, the boys carefully warm up the tiny kittens, feed them some bottled milk, and make sure there’s no visible injuries on them.

When the sun starts rising, the boy gets antsy, and Keigo tells him it’s okay if he needs to leave.

«I could use your help again tonight you know?» Keigo adds shyly as they’re about to part in the doorway.

The boy looked up trough his fringe, meeting Keigo’s eyes straight on.

«Really?»

Keigo smiled.

«Yeah! They’re a lot of work, and it gets really lonley here at night anyways.»

The boy nodded slowly.

«I’ll try my best,» he said hoarsly, and Keigo nodded.

«One last thing?» Keigo added nervously.

«Yeah?» the boy asked, already halfway out the door.

«What’s your name?»

The boy looked paniced for a second, before he whispered the answer.

«It’s Touya.»

Keigo beamed.

«Cool! I’m Keigo!»

Touya actually smiled a little at that.

«Yeah, you told me that already Birdie.»

Keigo blushed and ran a hand trough his hair.

«Heh. Right.»

Touya smiled shyly before he dissapeared into the first signs of dusk.

Keigo was already looking forward to the next night shift.

For the next few weeks the boys kept this little routine up.

Keigo would sneaking buy some takeout and insist he got too much and didn’t want to throw out the leftovers, and Touya would pretend to believe him.

They would talk about very light and unpersonal topics, but they still get to know each other slowly, and get more comfortable around each other as they work with the kittens together.

When Keigo’s voulenteer period is close to ending, he’s real sad about it.

He tried to beg his handler for more time there, but the upper heads of the Commission flat out refuse.

Keigo hated himself for waiting until the last night to tell Touya. He was such a chickenshit.

He hates himself even more when he finds a letter on the doorstep when he arrives.

The tattered envelope only has one word on it.

«Birdie ~»

Keigo takes a deep breath, and opens the letter.

«Hey Birdie.

I’m so sorry for leaving this way.

I know you know my situation better than you want to admit, and you probably know that it’s a risky one.

I won’t tell you much, for your own sake, but I needed to say thank you.

For treating me like a person, and for pretending like you didn’t know I was starving, or that I needed a safe place to spend the nights.

I’ll never forget your kindness Birdie.

- T»

Keigo’s heart breaks for a million reasons that night, for the boy without a home, for the friend lost, and for the death of the warm feelings he’d been experiencing for the first time.

For the next two years Keigo kept that letter with him, the memories of the pale boy with the pretty eyes who was his first real friend one of the reasons he got trough the last gruelig years of Commission training and hero prepping.

A bit ironic, all things considering, but Keigo had no way of knowing that, yet.

Yet.

#dabihawks #Hawks #Dabi #toukei #dabihawks au #dabi x hawks #Hawks x Dabi #touya todoroki #Keigo takami #keigo x touya #touya x keigo #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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I have a request to make. Part two of platonic yandere mitsuri vs yandere shinobu, where little brother reader has become depressed and just wants to be left alone. Please and thank you.

Ooohh? Okay. I suppose I could try this, it sounds interesting. Rip our poor character, for real! Short story time~!

Yandere! Demon Slayer Scenarios: Platonic! Kanroji Mitsuri vs Romantic! Kocho Shinobu

“Awww~ my love, come here” Shinobu purrs lovingly as you shuffle back until your back bumped on the flat wall behind you, eyes radiating pure terror and anger at the Insect Hashira before you. You didn’t see her as the sweet caring woman you first saw her, you now know all the truth behind her image. She is a liar, a rotten murderous monster that killed women behind your back to feed her delusions over you

You could never love somebody like her! And what’s worse is that you can’t confide to your own sister since she has become just as bad. You’ve seen it, the arguments Mitsuri has with Shinobu over you that you’re inches away from cutting off ties from her, rather she be your big sister or not. Mitsuri’s possessive nature over you as she grips your hand and glares deathly daggers at her enemies has you angrily pulling away and stomping from her

Mitsuri cried her heart out when you finally yelled at her for her new twisted behaviour and she immediately ran to Obanai for comfort, her little brother hates her. The way she has been acting lately been worsening your fear, your anxiety and your growing depression as Shinobu is a one whole problem on her own, Mitsuri piling up has made the situation so unbelievably horrible, you’ve been spiralling quickly in a depressive hell

It doesn’t help that Obanai barked at you only hours after snapping at Mitsuri, for snapping at Mitsuri. You just went off at Obanai for trying to paint you as the bad guy when you’re the victim of two vile women trying to control you and shape you into what you are not. Their little wooden toy! Obanai didn’t listen to you at all as he cursed you out, he only cared about how Mitsuri feels and you knew arguing with him was useless as you dragged yourself into your room

Your mind recalling every cruel word Obanai threw you at as you crawled into the futon and cried yourself to sleep. That very event was the cause of your depression, all because you tried your best to defend yourself from your psycho sister, you became mentally unwell and you lost the motivation to get up out of bed every morning so quickly, it concerned both Shinobu and Mitsuri

Growling out to be heard by Shinobu, you swiped a hand at the insane woman to try make her back up but she wasn’t fazed by the fingertips missing by a single oxygen molecule. Her twisted smile never faded as her soft mature voice rung out, her much smaller hands grabbing yours to rub against her warm blushy cheek. “What’s wrong, my love? Let me fix you, you must be sick” Shinobu was about to speak but she was interrupted by a loud slam of the room door being flung open, possibly ripped back by a powerful force

“Dokusha! Please don’t hate me! I love you so much!” Mitsuri cried out suddenly, her lime green eyes puffy and red with tears flooding out, as she full-force pushed Shinobu away from you to replace her with her, not failing to basically throw the smaller weaker woman almost metres away to sit down before you. Grabbing your hand and sobbing outloud. She couldn’t sit back and let her relationship with you be destroyed for good!

You hissed, averting your eyes as veins grew on your neck and wrist. Thanks to sharing the same genes as the strong young woman, your own strength was elevated to beyond natural and you were able to rip your wrist free from her grasp. “Stay away from me… you beast… you freak…” You whispered heartbroken, dark racoon-like bags under your eyes as you avoided looking into hers

Once Shinobu recovered from her brief daze on the floor behind you two, anger boiled deeply in her bloodstream as she tackled Mitsuri. Verbal arguments? No more, this time. Shinobu was ready to take Mitsuri’s life to make sure she can’t keep you away from her. You sobbed gently, pushing yourself up against the nearby corner to try shy away from the actual fist fight beginning. Mitsuri defended herself by tossing Shinobu off her back and charged, throwing a wet slap at her, instead of a punch. Despite the fact Shinobu did swing on her

You couldn’t do anything about what is truly happening as you just sit back and cry into your hands as the two women scream and hit each other. God, what you would give to be able to get out of this hell but nobody can save you, they will never leave you alone and you can’t convince anybody around to believe your remarks. You sound like a lunatic

Maybe you are turning into a true maniac, like they are

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yenich · 7 months

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Hey sorry to bother but I always wonder? What does Sulley and Mike in human version think of boo? Again, Im so curious to know cause your art is so beautiful. I can't help myself cause I LOVE both movie so much! T_T

Hi!! Thanks for your question and compliments 🥺🙏💖 I appreciate your interest in what I do

I had some thoughts about Boo because she plays a big role in Sulley life c:

ATTENTION!!! huge amount of words.

Firstly, I thought that if I swapped monsters to humans, maybe I can swap Boo kinda the same way? I had an idea of making her a little racoon, whom Sulley would find somewhere near trash cans.

Sulley would find her cute and start feeding her secretly, and at one (probably cold day) he would bring Boo at their place, which make Mike really mad (it's a wild animal! it's dirty and dangerous!!!)

But after some time Mike would get used to Boo and they start living happily ahah x)

The second idea, honestly, I like more (though Boo as a lil racoon is also cute)

I like Sulley×Mike so sry if you have different views ahah😶

I thought that after some years of successful career and living together (as a, probably, married couple😪) they would start having feelings of adopting a child (Sulley was the first one)

It's a serious decision, so I think that Mike's word in this kind of things weighs more (Sulley is more "windy-minded" x))

I even had a scene in my head about how Mike changedhis mind, where a group of children came to the theater where they work for an excursion and Mike was in charge to show them everything and, somehow, inspire the new generation of future actors.

So, after spending a day with children and bonding with one of them, I think, he would finally feel like having their own with Sulley 🤨

Yeah, so in this version, Sulley and Mike adopted Boo (probably Boo is her nickname ahahah)

Anyways, those are my views about Boo in my human AU

Thank you for reading and asking 🙏💖

#ask yenich #monsters inc #monsters university #human au #mike wazowski #james p sullivan #Boo #sulley #mike x sulley #mike x sully

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khruschevshoe · 5 months

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Izzy Hands and Black Pete Hands-Spriggs

I am caught off guard by you

Like a wave I'm pulled into

It's a feeling I can't fight

Like a wildfire deep inside

You're taking my heart by storm

I'm lost in your love

-Ruelle, Storm

Izzy laughs, a hollow, wretched sound thanks to his dehydrated throat. "You picked the wrong people to torture. I don't know who's feeding you your information, but Blackbeard's not my captain anymore. He's not anyone's."

The Spanish sailor rears back, teeth bared, to break another of Izzy's knuckles, to punish him for the way he misled them. Izzy doesn't close his eyes. He doesn't flinch. He looks the man dead in his eyes, taking this one small victory-

Then a blade sprouts through the sailor's guts, and he gasps in shock. Izzy smirks despite the pain boiling his knuckles, an agony never forgotten despite the limb the toes were attached to being long gone as the sailor tips over to the side, blood spouting from his mouth.

Izzy's smirk instantly shifts into a tired but genuine smile when he sees the hero behind the blade. Pete has never been the most gifted swordsman, but it doesn't take a master to plunge a sword into the back of a man. It only takes someone with enough dedication, enough bravery, enough stubbornness to agree to infiltrate a vessel of the Spanish navy. (And also someone, apparently, who has black grease paint smeared around his eyes like the strangest racoon Izzy has ever seen.)

And all of that contributes to the most devastatingly lovely sight that Izzy has ever seen.

Izzy is woozy, but the words that have been floating in his head rise naturally to his lips. "I love you," he says, and it's as easy as breathing.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, i'm a dead man walking here (but that's the least of all my fears)

Listen, was I expecting to love these two so much? No, no I wasn't. Was I so absolutely glad to see the way the two of them ended up having one of the most solid, supportive, affectionate dynamics in the entire crew? Hell yeah! The fact that their relationship begins with Pete whittling Izzy his new leg? And the fact that he does it again after Izzy's leg is stolen from him when Izzy and Archie are taken by the Spanish? THE FACT THAT IT IS USED AS A METAPHOR FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP? Dead. Gorgeous. 10/10. This scene, where Pete is the first one in to rescue Izzy during the Santa Joana situation, gave me everything I ever could have wanted. The two of them and Lucius really flesh each other out well, and I'm crossing my fingers that the promised Gravy Basket fic involves one of the three of them.

@possumsmushroom @yuenity @polikate @bricksbloggyplace

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liverobinreaction · 19 days

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Hi, i devoured Banshee like a feral racoon given cotton candy and now I can't stop thinking about it. Thanks for the brainwyrms 10/10

WAUGHHHH THANK YOU IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!! Hopefully i can feed you more cotton candy with the series in the future!!

#ask #reflectionsofacreator #banshee in a well #bug replies

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qrevo · 1 month

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i would feed you if you were a raccoon

THIS what true friendship means 🙏🙏 thank you ru may the racoon deities bless your soul (i'd still mess up your trash bin every night tho. racoon instincts and all that. hope you wouldn't mind ^^)

#qrevo.txt #thanks for the ask!!#honestly?? friendship goals #i WILL turn into a racoon just to see which of my friends would keep me fed KSJDFHFH

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purlturtle · 1 month

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soft asks 18, 24 😊

Thank you for asking! (list of questions)

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

I've never been big on them, actually, AFAIK - though I have to say, I don't remember a lot of my childhood anyway. I was just talking with my wife today about how I had a stuffed racoon as a kid, named Pascal, which at some point met its demise in the dryer (he managed the washer okay, but the dryer's heat was too much). I honestly don't even remember if I was upset or not - that is how much of my childhood memories are lost. I guess probably I was, but I simply do not know.

Today I *have* a few stuffies, and if I feel really bad, I hug them - but those are extreme situations, that don't happen very often. I like stuffies nevertheless, hence why I have them, but they're more of a decorative thing than for cuddles.

24. what’s something you do to de-stress?

I answered a similar question, "what calms you down", just now, and that covers most of it. Beyond that, my main de-stressing go-to is: CAN I DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS?

And the answer is No so often.

Like, US politics. They stress me out so badly, but I cannot do anything about them! So I:

unfollow almost all news accounts on SocMed; I get my news via two reputable sources' RSS feeds, one national one local, and even on those I:

block key words, names, phrases that I just don't want to see because it upsets me, I can't change it, and it won't influence my behavior (boycotting, voting) - there is no point letting all that shit drag me down every day when all these things apply. I don't need to wreck my mental health for the sake of "bearing witness" - that's for like the international press, for governments and NGOs, for accountability. Not for individual people whose mental health cannot handle all that shitfuckery that's going on. (I LOVE XKit's "Block This Post" feature and use it very liberally.)

I also unfollow users/accounts who reblog too much upsetting stuff - this is less about specific key words to mute, and more about how some people tend to look at things, and therefore reblog things that fit into that worldview. Some people are really angry, for example, and reblog a lot of angry stuff, or put angry tags - I'm not about that. I don't want my Tumblr time to make me angry. I have enough anger within me already anyway.

focus on those things that I *can* do something about. As in, I try to only reblog political stuff if there's actual advice, links, etc. on *what to do*, such as mutual aid links, instructions on how to contact a representative etc. And outside of social media, I have a few matters that are dear to my heart which I donate towards, and I have pretty solid voting stances, and beyond that I try very hard not to care.

(side note: I will NOT reblog anything that tries the "why is no one talking about" or "if you care, you MUST reblog" or "I dare you to reblog" or other emotional blackmail route of engagement. I hate it, on a visceral level; my care, my compassion, is a very finite resource, which I have to be very very guarded with, and this is the single quickest way to turn me off of that specific matter, no matter how good of a matter it might otherwise be. Hard fucking pass, goodbye.)

Phew! That got long! But yeah, I've been pretty passionate and diligent about this in the past few years; caring too much got me into a big mental health crisis in 2022, and so I *have* to be more mindful about it. I don't want to go off social media completely, because I have friends here and it brings me joy, but I do adhere closely to the above rules.

#ask meme answered

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organicmatter · 4 months

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Thanks for agreeing to help me :^)

I work at a cave. Recently in the breakroom they found a giant sonoran desert centipede. These are EXCEEDINGLY common in our area. Our boss regularly sprays human buildings with insecticide to keep kids from getting hurt (mostly at the risk of bark scorpions) and my coworkers decided to keep this enormous kitchen centipede and now he is our mascot. His name is real dalton. Problem is i dont know a goddamn thing about centipedes or how to care for one. Its kinda on me to make sure his enclosure is okay cuz i know my coworkers arent gonna give it as much thought as i will (despite honestly not really wanting a centipede. but i like milipedes. and i unfortunately am amazing friends w my coworkers. so like a bunch of kids asking to keep a feral racoon, i, father, said yes) and im wondering what it needs. Do these critters need enrichment???? What are the dos and donts?

i’m assuming you mean scolopendra heros - these are notoriously almost impossible to keep in captivity for long periods of time because they are extremely prone to mycosis (mold growing inside of them that kills them) I would probably release it. but if you do decide to keep it, you need to keep it in a VERY well ventilated container with a locking lid. a mixture of sand and dirt is fine for substrate. you can feed them bugs like roaches or mealworms once or twice a week. a shallow water dish is important but any moisture is a risk with these guys so it is up to you. and their venom is very bad so don’t get bit!

#my friend got bit and he said it felt like his hand was getting hit with a hammer for weeks straight #scolopendra polymorpha are much easier to keep and like some humidity

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afreakingdork · 11 months

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Raccoon! Read the new chapter, had a few takeaways that hopefully are different from the comments I saw you were getting on AO3

Reader keeps going “oh Donnie must be hesitating because he doesn’t want to touch the filth” but I bet it’s more he feels afraid to, or that he shouldn’t touch after that whole thing.

Also, the concept that readers fear now repulses him is veeeerrrry interesting. Because I’m guessing in his line of “work” he feeds of the fear and thought it’d be the same with reader and he’d finally be able to play out his fantasy. Now the fact that readers fear has a whole new assosciation….. hm feels like it’d be a very bad time for anyone that made reader afraid.

Can’t wait for the next chapter! Well, I will, patiently.

I don’t have any cool song but I hope this makes you laugh. Remember Hillary Duff’s “Math”? Ha that’s such a Donnie song.

(Also totally a Donnie thing to go extreme overkill on scaring like boi your target was 5 miles back and you should have used a bullet not a bomb) (meant as a funny)

🦝

Fearless Racoon! I would like to blanket preface that even if your comments were the same that I would treasure them, but I LOVE where your head is at! Seriously, thank you so much! 💞

I'm taking a short b-day breaking since my birthday is tomorrow (Monday), but I'll be back at it again next week!

You don't always have to bring a song, but pffft, I don't know that one so I gots to listen to it!

Mr Does All the Calculations Really Miscalculated 😂

#ask

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lericekrispie · 10 months

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Some advice that I've had to learn recently after running away/moving out from home unexpectedly bc of transphobia/homophobia

TAKE PEOPLES GENEROSITY

I've always been a person to give rather than recieve, bit during this part of my life learning how to receive can be hard, but it is necessary. Some things I've learned that helps overcome that mental block-

-if u would do it for them, it's okay

-making sure they know how much it means to them

-making sure that u are spending time and giving back to those who give to you. Especially with older family members- you don't have money to give, but you can give time (UNDEVIDED ENGAGED TIME) hugs, phone calls, texts, and homemade thank you cards (they eat that shit up)

Listen up bad bitches we are trying to live another day. Its time to enter racoon mode. Try to know where you can eat. Plan a pizza night with ur friends and offer to pay for soda, that's like less than 5 bucks. Ask if u can go over to ur grandparents once a week to eat and talk. Go home and steal food while u know ur parents are working. Fast food is off the menu, you get microwave meals for $4 a piece rather than $12 for fast food ur gonna shit out layer anyways. Do things with friends and family you normally wouldnt do if there is evem a sliver of a chance you might get fed at said event or they will feed u afterwords. We are not going to be ashamed of being little racoons and feeding urself whenever and however possible.

This is very messy and done while I'm waiting for my cousin to show up, but take care of urselves! I'm alright and living, and make sure u keep urself alright and living too. <3

#mine #text post #survival #text #advice #running away

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