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[enviral]

makes u take a compliment ooo you write so good n vile and you have such an eye for aesthetics

sorry pal idk what this says??

#NICE TRY PAL #THAT MESSAGE CAN'T STOP ME BC I CAN'T READ #inbox tag tba. #ubcs

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love having a praise kink and not being able to take a compliment <3

#shut up. SHUT #up. #study tba. #mun tag tba.

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#y'all............ y'all that third gif. does something to me deep inside #i think about that scene So Frequently. #that exact shot. #i don't have an excuse; i'm just very gay. #𝒊. buried alive in the coffin of who i used to be. ˹ image. ˼

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He's got that traumatic backstory, complicated relationships, and gorgeous hair triple threat.

#𝒊. i walk with the ashes of this world in my lungs. ˹ study. ˼ #i mean....... yeah.

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        the  cityscape  is  a  mere  blur    outside  the  window  as  my  car  streaks  through  its  streets  ,    each  passing  streetlight  nauseatingly  bright  in  the  way  they  seem  to  flicker  due  to  the  vehicle's  speed.    the  roar  of  the  engine  ,    almost  deafening  in  its  fever  pitch  ,    matches  the  anger  broiling  ,    churning  ,    in  my  gut.    i  shouldn't  have  been  the  one  to  answer  this  call.    i  shouldn't  have  been  the  one  who  had  to  break  the  news  —  over  a  voicemail  ,    no  less  ,    stripped  even  of  the  courtesy  to  speak  with  chris  man  -  to  -  man.  

        but  he's  always  been  this  way  ,    hasn't  he?    a  lifetime  of  missed  calls  and  disappearances  when  people  needed  him  most.    when  she  needed  him  most.    and  i'm  left  to  pick  up  the  scraps  in  his  wake.    he  wants  to  talk  to  me  about  trust  ,    about  knowing  who  you  can  rely  on.    well  ,    he's  no  poster  boy  for  practicing  what  you  preach.  

        my  grip  on  the  steering  wheel  tightens  ,    knuckles  blanching  white  at  their  uppermost  points  ,    and  my  foot  all  but  slams  onto  the  gas.    the  world  around  me  is  dizzying  as  i  fly  past  pedestrians  and  pickups  alike  ,    manic  thoughts  almost  daring  a  cop  to  stop  me.    everything  beyond  that  is  a  blur  ,    from  somehow  managing  to  park  the  car  to  storming  into  the  hospital  and  demanding  a  room  number.    the  nurses  call  after  me  to  advise  me  that  visiting  hours  are  over  ,    but  i  ignore  them.    rules  don't  apply  here.    not  to  us.

    eventually  ,    i  find  myself  in  front  of  the  correct  door  .  .  .    and  my  feet  won't  move.    the  burning  rage  in  my  chest  ,    the  all  -  consuming  fire  that  had  led  me  here  ,    gives  way  to  an  icy  cold  sense  of  dread  that  spills  through  my  ribs  ,    pours  into  every  vein  and  roots  me  in  place.    it's  not  that  i  don't  want  to  see  her  ,    especially  after  all  this  time  ;    i  just  don't  want  to  see  her  like  this.  

        i  try  and  fail  to  untangle  the  knots  that  my  stomach's  currently  twisting  itself  into  ,    but  press  onward  none  the  less.    my  hand  shakes  involuntarily  as  i  twist  the  doorknob  ,    swing  the  door  inward  ,    and  take  my  first  steps  into  the  room.  

        ❛❛    claire.    ❜❜      my  voice  sounds  terse  ,    strained  ,    even  as  my  mouth  tugs  into  a  weak  excuse  for  a  smile.    dull  fingernails  dig  half  -  moons  into  my  palms  out  of  sheer  stress.    she  looks  so  weak  ,    so  helpless.    nothing  like  the  claire  i've  come  to  know.    ❛❛    sorry  i'm  late.    ❜❜  

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our salvation is death, but not this one. voices on loop in her mind, the overseer's, taunting, toying and moira's - the perforation of her eardrums beneath the rubble, the scream, the roar of flame. another fucking island. another person she'd sworn to protect, gone. she has remembered steve longer than she knew him, and now, she supposes, it will be the same for the girl she'd failed. if she could move, she'd curl up in her bed, sob and wail and scream because it isn't fair - how could it be? she should be the corpse, and moira the survivor. instead she lies there, infuriatingly helpless, bolts through her legs, her pelvis, a brace on her back and a ventilation mask strung around her neck that hangs limply on her chest.

she should have died, and it is only thanks to the virus that isn't. the fucking irony. still, she hasn't mutated - yet - that's a good sign, she hopes, she prays. sunlight streams through the window, what little of it there is, the world cast in shades of blue and grey like a bleak soviet movie where there are no happy endings. she loathes hospitals, their sterility a vast empty thing she has never found comfort in, ever since she'd sat all night in a waiting room that stunk of blood and piss with her brother for the inevitable bad news that no, their parents didn't survive the crash. then umbrella, halogen lights and reflective tile, the taste of chemicals that lingered in the back of her throat. the world outside may be dreary, but she's tired of this bed.

it's a prison as much as the island she just escaped from and the one that haunts her nightmares still, thirteen years later. trapped in a miserable little room that she has counted every spot of the ceiling of, freckled skin mottled with deep violets and yellows between sutures where they've cut her open, unable to stomach another visitor - she's only had one, but she has no more words for barry. what could she say? i tried my best. it should have been me. i promised you i'd keep her safe. all these years, it has never gotten any easier, but all of a sudden it seems to futile. she had done better barely nineteen and witnessing the apocalypse - she was supposed to be stronger than this. better than this. she thinks of them, their rag-tag team, the blastwave of the train and the heat against her skin. they're going to be so disappointed in her.

#PHEW....... this isn't great but y'know what i wanted to reply. #terrorsave #verse tbt.

[enviral]

candies are hard,

roses are soft.

i've sent my right hand to dispose of you

some roses are red, some roses are black. you know, you're kinda cute without those glasses

#*aggressive fingergunning* YEHEHEHEHEHE #this made me chortle so thank you lmao. #save. #plagashe

[enviral]

#[this is Absurd my dude that’s ILLEGAL. ONE GIFT. ITS ONE SNGLE GIFT.] 

@enviral out here never having written with me on that blog and yet one single ask and doctor alana bloom is in love with Leon Scott Kennedy.

#*fingerguns* #nobody can resist my broken hero muses. nobody. #first it was alan and now this. why do we suffer? idk. #but we suffer together. #save.

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@mysticwrit​   sent   💬  for a randomized dialogue starter. 

          SHE'S  STUBBORN,  THAT'S  FOR  SURE.    i  wasn't  too  keen  on  taking  a    newbie    out  in  the  field  ,    didn't  want  to  feel  saddled  by  the    weight  of  responsibility    in  the  event  that  something  went  wrong.    well    —    no  ,    i  guess  that's  a  lie.    the  responsibility  has  never  been  the  problem.    managing  the  loss    afterwards  ,    eternally  wondering  if  i  could've  done  something    different  ,    something    better  .  .  .    that's  what  i  wasn't  ready  for.    it's  something    nobody    should  have  to  be  ready  for.  

          thankfully  ,    she  left  me    pleasantly  suprised  ,    able  to  hold  her  own  in  combat  and  lithe  as  anyone  i'd  seen  in  years.    we'd  only  been  tracking  small  fry  as  part  of  her  test  ,    but  i  could  tell  by  her    restless  movements  ,    almost    agitated    in  nature  ,    that  she  wanted  something    bigger.    only  now  did  i  stop  to  realize  that  i    didn't  know  anything    about  this  girl  ,    never  stopped  to  read  her  file.  

            granted  a  moment  of  respite  after  the  final  target  falls  ,    i  wipe  remnants  of  its    oil  -  black  ichor    from  my  face  ,    and  it  smears  messily  across  the  back  of  my  glove.    another  day  ,    another  trip  to  the  laundromat.      ❛❛    why  would  you  want  to  put  yourself  through  something  like  this?    ❜❜  

#for laura? :^) #i've seen several pieces of fanart ft. her in like.. #a supernatural hunter verse post-game. #so i thought that might be neat? #obvs if you want smth else lemme know. #mysticwrit #tags tba.

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@ubcs​  sent  💬  for a randomized dialogue starter. 

          THIS  NIGHT'S  LASTED  FOREVER.    i  can't  remember  the  last  time  i  had  a  chance  to  really    stop  and  think.    in  the  chaos  ,    my  mind's  only  been  able  to  repeat  the    same  words  ,    over  and  over  ,    like  some  kind  of  manic  mantra  :    i  should've  just  stayed  home.    driving  in  with  a  hangover  had  been    bad  enough  ,    halogen  headlights  nearly    dizzying    in  their  brightness  ,    an  affront  to  already  sensitive  eyes  and  a  catalyst  to  the  way  my  head  continued  to    pound  and  throb    with  pain.    i  should've  just  turned  around  and  headed  back  to  my  apartment  ,    chock  full  of  memories  i'd  been  working  to  forget  with  liquid  amnesia.  

          at  this  point  ,    it  wasn't  going  to  be  an  issue  much  longer.  

          they  weren't  bites  ,    i  don't  think  ,    but  some  of  those  things  had  managed  to  take  some  pretty  decent  chunks  out  of  me  ,    and  between  the  blood  loss  ,    pain  ,    and  the  darkness  encroaching  on  the  edges  of  my  unsteady  vision  ,    i  don't  think  i'm  long  for  this  world.    my  hand  presses  shakily  against  the  wound  at  my  midriff  ,    fingers  slick  with  blood  that  seeps  between  them  in  lazy  pulses.  

          it's  funny    —    they  talk  about  how  being  surrounded  by  death  ,    or  being  close  to  it  yourself  ,    makes  you  think    that  much  harder    about  life  ,    and  it  sounds  like  such  a    cliche.    but  they're  right.    all  these  years  ,    and  what  do  i  have  to  show  for  it?    a  badge  i  wore  for  a  single  day  ,    and  not  one  person  to  show  it  to.    no  family  ,    no  real  friends.    my  whole  life  ,    i've  wanted  nothing  more  than  to    help  others  ,    and  yet  ,    when  it  comes  to  the  end  ,    i  have  no  one.    i  almost  laugh.    instead  ,    i  turn  to  the  one  person  who's  stuck  by  me  since  our  fateful  encounter  downtown  ,    and  briefly  hesitate  before  speaking  ,    in  a  voice  i  find    unbefitting    of  a  police  officer.    i  sound  weak.    small.  

          ❛❛    would  you  come  to  my  funeral?    ❜❜  

#WOW uhh this got. a little longer than i intended. #even after i LOST EVERYTHING and had to REWRITE IT. #anyway. uh. this got deep real fast. #ubcs #tags tba.

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     PHOTOS OF LEON   ——   CIRCA 1998. 

#he's just my little baby... my little guy.. #the jean jacket yeeaaah buddy. #𝒊. buried alive in the coffin of who i used to be. ˹ image. ˼

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Looks like some urban tagger left their half used spray paint can out. Carlos defaces the landscape with crude, phallic imagery. Haha, classic!

        AAAND...  those  are  dicks.    or  ,    something  that  resembles  them  ,    anyway  ,    in  the  same  way  a  prepubescent  kid  might  draw  them  on  a  desk  or  another  student's  notebook  and  snicker  to  himself  for  a  prank  well  done.    of  all  the  things  i've  seen  tonight  ,    a  grown  man  spray  -  painting  dicks  onto  the  brick  wall  of  an  alley  takes  the  cake.    and  that's  saying  a  lot.  

        ❛❛    not  to  be  a  buzzkill  ,    but  are  you  sure  that's  the  best  use  of  our  time  right  now?    ❜❜  

#literal zombies are walking around and carlos is just. ''hehe got 'em'' #bless his heart. #asks tba. #ubcs

[enviral]

#literally i-- #study tba.

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Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

#y e e t. #prompts tag tba.

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Leon S. Kennedy in Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023)

#he's sssssooooo #😩😩 #please 😩😩😩 #𝒊. buried alive in the coffin of who i used to be. ˹ image. ˼

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@keepspromises​ :  ‘ can you still remember when little things made you happy? ’ 

        HAPPY.    i  try  the  word  on  my  tongue  ,    see  if  it  feels  as    foreign    as  it  sounds.    the  taste  is  bitter  ,    unrefined    —    the  way  a    cheap    whiskey    feels  as  it  settles  over  your  taste  buds  ,    makes  your  whole  face  twist  in  a    grimace.    sure  ,    i  was  happy  once.    innocent.    bright  -  eyed  and  bushy  -  tailed  ,    eager  to    take  on  the  world    and  leave  it  a  better  ,    safer    place  than  before.    

          if  i  knew  then  what  i  know  now.    

          chris'  gaze  permeates  me  from  the  adjacent  barstool  ,    dual  -  colored  eyes    never  once  leaving  my  face    (  the  stalwart  captain  ,    focused  as  always  )    even  as  my  own  stare  ,    seemingly  transfixed  ,    on  the  amber  liquid  in  my  chaser.    with  a  lazy  rotation  of  my  wrist  ,    the  liquid    swirls  slowly  ,    ice  clinking  against  its  fragile  confines.    some  poor  excuse  for  a  laugh    shoves    its  way  from  my  throat    —    more  of  an    amused  grunt  ,    if  anything    —    and  i  take  another  swig  ,    savoring  the  familiar  burn  as  the  bourbon  warms  my  chest.  

          ❛❛    can  you?    ❜❜

#phew this is...... so bad bc i'm so tired. #but i wanted to get at least one thing done tonight. #keepspromises #inbox tag tba.

[enviral]

     honestly one of my favorite things about re4 leon is that, while he knows he’s been entrusted with the task of keeping ashley safe and considers himself her protector, he never once treats her like she’s helpless.  sure, he’ll tell her to go and hide when he knows there’s serious danger about, danger that he knows will test his limits and prove challenging to try and simultaneously protect them both.  but it’s never “go hide because you’re a liability”, or “go hide so i don’t have to worry”  --  it’s “go hide so i know you’re safe”. 

#study tag tba.

[enviral]

aren't you tired of being sad? don't you just want to go ape shit?

cheers bro, i'll drink to that.

#art is @cbrcbbr. #let him go apeshit capcom! he deserves it!