Why Are Seals So Relatable

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on the other side of the horizon.

Leon S. Kennedy x GN! Reader

Summary: “What do you think…waits on the other side of the horizon?” You always asked such thought-provoking questions; questions meant to dig deep into his psyche and make him think about life and the world, but Leon didn’t want to think about what waited on the other side. If it was a side he couldn’t reach you on, Leon didn’t even want to fathom the thoughts.

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A/n: this is vv sad and i’m vv sorry lmfao

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Genre: Angst, Slight Romance Rated: Mature Warning: Angst, Blood, Gore, Death, Slight Depictions of Canon-Typical Violence

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Abandonment Issues

OG!Michael x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

The couch was still too soft. Just like the bed. Everything in this place had been too soft ever since you’d arrived … it was all too pretty and colorful and lively. It was harder to concentrate on the wall when your pictures sat on the mantle, when your clothes lay draped across the chair, when your touch still lingered on his skin. This whole place felt like you. Too much like you.

Michael couldn’t distance himself at all. Even with his eyes closed he could hear your breathing in the other room, feel the gentleness of the ghost of your touch … even with his eyes closed your features were plastered across the backs of his eyelids, vivid and vibrant, memorized down to the very last detail.

You were inescapable. 

Pushing off the couch with a grunt Michael moved with that signature quietness to his step, his towering frame passing by the bedroom door as he headed for the stairs. Maybe he couldn’t feel you up there, in that room, where everything had begun. Where he’d become completely alone.

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“Medical professional having to deal with an unruly patient trying to take off their mask”

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SAVE A GIRLS SERVICE DOG

(The gif is just a placeholder until I figure out how the hecks to get the photo of makana's dog out of the gofundme, cause if you don't have photos it's not eye-catching and thats. Very counterintuitive.)

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2 versions of a memorial portrait for @memendoemori 's birthday, of her sweet boy Geoffrey.

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Hello ! Mind you writing about frank x reader!survivor ?

It can be sort of first love or someone he had a crush on pre entity but never actually talked to.

gotchu bebe. im in a very--- legion mood.

There were new people on the block... Realm? Every once in a while. You could only stab the new guy so many times before it got tedious and repetitious... But Frank knew there were some people who he could never stab enough. No matter how many times he watched the light fade from that gamer chick's eyes... Or that really tired looking kid... Some of them just- Couldn't die enough. He didn't have a favorite, though. Not like the others. Susie liked that tired kid quite a bit. Probably reminded her of something Frank took away. Joey always seemed to go easier on Claudette. He'd always murmur something about her reminding him of a girl he used to play with. And Julie never killed that quick one by her own hand... Frank didn't have connections to the real world. The Legion was his connection... And apparently, even in the realm of the forgotten- That wasn't enough. He'd wanted to forget everything. This was the best thing to ever happen to him. Even if he dealt with the others' occasional pained glances... Dealt with them pushing him away when he tried to touch them... He was happy. He was fine. He was... Legion. You were meant to be forgotten. You were one of those embarrassing things he wanted to wash away when he moved to Ormond. Fifteen was a sensitive time for a lot of guys... And you had the mental bruises to prove it. He recognized you the second he saw you. You looked... Like an adult, then. Not that Frank... wasn't an adult... But the way you dressed was testament to how long he'd been there. What had been hoodies and ripped jeans had become much more... Professional. You looked like an A- grade parental figure. Looking at you gave Frank the anxiety that maybe he was supposed to be old enough to be a parent, now... You weren't fifteen anymore, but, similarly, you could tell it was Frank. Not by the way he looked... He looked rougher- Harder- Meaner- But by his voice. You'd heard that orphaned wailing before- And when it was plunging a knife into your back with similar distress, you knew it was him. You'd been his first everything. He'd lost his virginity to you- His first kiss because nobody wanted to touch lips with his filthy, unlovable ass- You'd been his first handjob- The first time he held hands with someone who wasn't a CPS member. You'd been- His everything... Clive was a real motherfucker. One of Frank's few regrets before coming here was not killing the fucker when he had the chance... Frank was too starry eyed for Ormond, though. After all, getting kicked off your school's basketball team will do that. You were a worthy sacrifice for change until... Well, until he was stuck here with the rest of them. He wanted to know if you were a parent... If you told your new boyfriend about him... He wanted to know if you thought about him sometimes when Julie was... Touching... Him... He loved Julie. He swore he did... But Julie didn't hold him while he cried after getting kicked off the team. Susie didn't. Joey didn't. And it really scared Frank having someone there who'd seen him cry.

You could never be stabbed enough for the sin of loving him.