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Are You Able To Draw Puppy Carlos From RE3 Remake? Also May You Try And Do Wolf Nikolai From RE3 Ask
Are you able to draw puppy Carlos from RE3 remake? Also may you try and do Wolf Nikolai from RE3 ask well?

Unfortunately I don't really know who Nikolai is (haven't even finished RE2 Remake... PC deleted the save now I have to play from the start ueueue)
But I know a lil bit about Carlos! sorry if it's not accurate but I thought of him as a Pitbull hybrid! Bulky and looks scary on the outside but is actually a sweetheart and very affectionate and will cling to you if it weren't for puppy Leon already doing it. I can see both of them fighting for your attention but both will reluctantly share if you look at them with disappointment.
Leon's Good boy jar: Ko-fi
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More Posts from Trecllllllll
sal with an internet famous gf!! like a conventionally attractive 2000's emo that's popular online :)
Oh.my.fuck. HELLO??? YES???? As an emo, i salute this.
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â ď¸Warningsâ ď¸: cussing, reader is female

(@/emobunnynya on ig<3)
First of all, Sal didnt know how the FUCK he pulled you
Like, youâre so gorgeous?? And ur style???? And ur super popular online???????
At first, he didnt know you were famous. But then, when you gave him your instagram and tiktok, HOLY SHITBALLS.
He was fuckin blown away
Like, bro legitimately doesnât go on his socials a lot, so he had no clue you were known by so many people
Whenever he sees your story, hes like âaww my little emo girlfriend đĽ°đĽ°â
And when he saw he was on your close friends??? Oh my.
You wont hear the last of it
He also LOVES when you do videos tgt
He lets you dress him up in your skirts and does dances with you
When anyone is in your comments making fun of him covering his face, you immediately remove them as a follower and block them
People in ur comments all âhe doesnt deserve her lmaođâ âLMFAOOO why is bro wearing a maskđâ âbro covers his faceâ and shit like that
When you do videos together, his favorite one to do with you was the lipstick trend
He was so mesmerized when you would re-apply your lipstick just to kiss his prosthetic again (probably doesnât take off the kisses)
When the camera panned to him, you couldnât really tell his expression, but you could see his eyes squinting, meaning he was smiling
Your followers (who loved your guysâ relationship) were all âTHE WAY HE SMILES AT HERRđâ âyall are so cute omfgâ âThe kisses on the mask OMFGGG<333â shit your followers say
He also doesnât mind getting recognized in public, when your both together and alone.
He gets nervous when heâs by himself and he sees a fan walking towards him wanting to take a picture
Heâs lucky when youâre with him tho, he doesnât mind taking pics with a fan if its with you <333
I've found myself in a hole of sagau recently so here's my idea thrown into the mix.
An imposter au where the Reader is immediately able to fight back because they have their Honkai Impact 3rd characters, who could recognise them at first glance, with them.

Finding yourself trapped in the sagau imposter au would be a troubling situation for anyone. Well, anyone but you, that is.
See, the thing is, you were not only an avid player of Genshin Impact; but one of Honkai Impact 3rd too. In fact, you started playing Honkai way before Genshin came out. You were already at the max level for Honkai, unlike Genshin. What, with your captain level resting at level 88 as opposed to your adventure rank 57.
You spent more time on Honkai than you ever did on Genshin. Even your unbuilt Honkai characters could reach the damage levels your Xiao reached because of Honkai's insane damage scaling.
So even if in this world, your genshin characters forgot who you were, you knew for sure your girls had your back. They definitely remembered their captain that they would personally greet on the bridge every time you logged in.
So no, you weren't worried about the sagau imposter au.
In fact, to say you weren't worried would be a total understatement.
"KanchĹ!" Kiana's, the Herrscher of Flamescion, determined hues landed on your form as she thrusted the arm of a familiar bard roughly in front of her. "Would you like us to eliminate them for daring to lay a hand on you?"
"Tut tut tut~." Elysia, the Herrscher of Human Ego, playfully smiled - although the dangerous glint in her eyes gave away her true feelings instantly. "How could they not recognise the cute, unforgettable face of our kanchĹ? Of course, not as cute as me~."
In her hands was the mighty geo archon himself, Zhongli.
Mei, the Herrscher of Thunder, threw her almost identical look-alike to the ground not long after. "This... 'archon' takes on my physical appearance but she is far weaker to me by comparison. Both in physical and mental fortitude."
As your Valkyries glared down at the inferior characters, said characters held their head down in shame. Not from the bitter taste of defeat, no, but rather from the feeling of disappointment in themselves for not recognising you as immediately as your other-world acolytes.
"We are deeply sorry, great creator." Zhongli's deep voice resonated through the area. "Had we known the other was a fake, we would have-."
"Ah ah ah~." Elysia raised her hand, wagging her index finger from side to side with each word she had said. "No excuses. If you can't recognise our kanchĹ, you aren't good enough to worship our kanchĹ; let alone speak to them."
Venti was trembling, his lips jutted out as tears pricked the corner of his eyes, his thoughts a complete mess.
All of your followers were horrified, disgusted in themselves for worshipping a fake this whole time, questioning their previous action and regretting ever setting out for your head.
"To have raised a sword against KanchĹ," Kiana piped up once more. "It's unforgivable."
Ah yes, what happened mere moments before, when you had just arrived at the first bit of civilisation you had seen since being isekai'd. At the time, you were alone, no Valkyries keeping you company.
You had just stepped foot into Inazuma when a bright flash of lightning briefly crossed your eyes, a purple sword ready to slice you in half appearing not long after.
You didn't even have the time to register fear - luckily enough, you didn't need to. The sword was halted before it could reach you, the familiar long locks of a Valkyrie you frequently played as blocking your vision from your attacker.
"Mei?" At your call, she tossed her head back. "Wha-? What are you doing in the Genshin Impact world?"
"Keeping you safe, kanchĹ." She answered before swiftly returning her gaze to the front of her, heaving against the other character's sword with such strength, they were knocked back several feet, losing balance and falling over completely. "You dare make an attempt at my kanchĹ's life?!"
As she leapt away to go fight the Raiden Shogun, an arrow shot through the air, aiming straight at your head.
You would have been none the wiser to it had it not been for-.
"Kiana?" The white locks held up in a high ponytail belonging to the main character of Honkai Impact 3rd appeared before you. "You too?"
"ShĹsa would get mad at me if I ever let anything happen to you." She gave you a gentle smile as she held the great sword her teacher once wielded with a tight grip. "I also wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you."
With that, she was off.
Okay, so that was two attacks in a row by two archons. Surely, the third one doesn't want to-.
"Calm down, kanchĹ~." A familiar playful voice reached your ears. "It's just me, you're quite jumpy right now, hm~?"
"Anyone would be after being attacked twice in a row, Elysia."
Her pink, crystal eyes shone with mirth as she gave you a little giggle. "Don't worry, the most beautiful girl ever, Elysia, will make sure not a harm lays on your head."
Your own eyes crinkled with amusement at her words. "Glad to hear that, oh-so-beautiful Elysia."
She looked ready to respond when, suddenly, her expression shifted and her eyes narrowed. She quickly tugged at your wrist, pulling you behind her before she took out her bow and shot it at an angle ahead of you.
"Sorry to cut this short, kanchĹ. Someone seems to want to be greedy and take my attention away from you! I'll be right back~!"
You pursed your lips as she, much like all your other Valkyries, left you in pursuit of your hitman.
Just what was going on here?
"The Bronya will get to the bottom of it." You jumped upon hearing the voice with a hint of a Russian accent to it.
"Ooh! Ooh! Me too! Me too!" Another, more childish, voice spoke up.
Two more of your Herrschers seemed to have joined you.
And that all led to this moment.
"KanchĹ." The deadpan voice of Bronya, the Herrscher of Reason, drew all of your attentions to her. "We have located the imposter. The Bronya wants to ask kanchĹ about what would be a sufficient punishment for them."
After her statement, the Herrscher of Sentience came in, very roughly throwing what looked to be like a clone of you, at your feet. "Yatta! That was so easy!"
The imposter shook with fear, their eyes trailing up slowly to meet with your cold gaze.
"So you're the one parading around as me, huh? Hmm, let's see, what would be a sufficient punishment for you?"
KanchĹ is the Japanese word used to refer to the captain of a warship.
ShĹsa is like lieutenant commander or major in Japanese. Kiana is talking about Himeko when she says shĹsa.
I made this cuz when Genshin turns against you, at least Honkai will have your back đ
Hallo! Truly loved the MonsterAU stories! Wonderful, amazing writing!
Would it be possible for you to write: what if human!reader was turned into a chimera?
Akin to this:

Feel free to ignore!
ChimĂŚra

Pairing: Monster 141 x Chimera!reader
Cw: science experiment, human torture, human testing, gore?, blood, canon-typical violence, unethical human experiments, kidnapping, child abuse, malnutrition, child neglect, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 3.6k (A/N): credit to @bluegiragiâs monster 141 designs.

They were tipped off by an anonymous source that some shady and highly illegal things were being done in a small and remote town near the border of Belarus, their ongoings unknown to both the government and public of their country, but someone had given Laswell a file containing all the horrific tests conducted within the closed walls of the innocuous-looking compound âa laboratory dressed as a simple military base. The folder held snapshots of emails and files sent between scientists and researchers, small indications of what was being done to both humans and monsters, yet withholding important intel about certain things. It disclosed the location, the names and faces of every worker and leading figure in the compound, the number of security and their schedules, and what was done, but not what was truly happening, it left small clues, sublet words here and there with hidden meanings ânever clear images, blurry ones as if the person was in a rush.
Despite not having clear indications of the illegal activities, Laswell had enough to have 141 sent to take it down, to bring the dehumanising lab to its ground and burn it down. She didnât have trouble convincing them, it was telling enough to let them read the condensed files for them to read, to see themselves the monstrosity being done to children and monsters they took, kidnapped from around the world to be left at the deceitful hands of crazed scientists. There wasnât much to be found outside it, the base wore the facade of a benevolent patron, bearing the crest of kindhearted investors wanting to rebuild rundown houses and reconstruct rough and broken roads and paved streets in the town they took to hide. It worked for the most part, they profited from this by acting without raising any suspicion from anyone, neither the authorities nor the people.Â
âChrist,â Gaz swore, looking down at the words in the file he received, the teased truth and the dreadful treatments through a thick layer of secrets and subtle wording, the only clear intel was from the straightforward emails sent to and from researchers and the heads of the facility, unabashed and shameless bragging of their success and the narrative to which these subjects could be used. âWhy did it take so long?â
A recurrent theme of these was about a certain subject, it was about C34, spoken with such pride and joy about their creation, the work of the new world and the future made within these walls. Most emails were the exchanges between them about C34âs training, the ongoing treatments and every successful mission and exercises, they spoke of C34 as if they were a dog, a rabid mutt they captured and took on the task of domesticating it. It was demeaning, degrading and cruel, to look at another being as something lower, something needing domestication âit went against every rule and law put in place to protect humanity, the many conventions sworn to protect the goodwill and security of the innocents.
âWeâve had our suspicions before,â Laswell sighed, the images of the screen switching with the small click of her control, laser pointing at the images of various weapons cache and illegally procured weapons. âThere was a slip up in the shipping, it was dropped here-â she motioned to a circled area in the map, a closeup of a secluded road near the town, âand we were able to retrace it to the facility. We needed more intel about the facility before acting and we needed to know what we're facing here, if we should send a team or send you.â
âWhat now?â Price tilted his head back, smoke leaving the sides of his frown, a deep and unpleasant one. He couldnât even look at the intel given with a straight face, the shadowed truth of cruelty and dehumanising acts done by humans. âFigured you send us after seeing this, Laswell?â
Laswell nodded, jumping to another slide, showing blurred images of subject C34, a blurry figure, tall and imposing in every way possible. They stood high, stature seemingly one belonging to a monster or hybrid: on four legs and the wide, familiar shape of wings, everything about C34 cried monster. Perhaps one they captured as a child, taken from their mother and kept in this cell. There were many pictures of this one, blurry and disfigured, but others had smaller shapes, the size of children with various characteristics.Â
âSteaminâ bloody Jesus!â Soap spat, disgust dripping from his tone in waves, unending as were the otherâs curses, each holding their level of horror and repugnance. His face was wound tight, brows dipped lowly and lips pursed, he balled his fists, anger rising within him with every image he saw, the deplorable conditions and the care given to the monsters âwhat could they even expect from this shady company engineering monster and human DNA to fit their preferred narrative, for money, for reputation, for strength. âWe âave tae do somethinâ about this, Price!â
Soap - Johnny - had always been the more emotional one, letting his good heart lead his decisions when the situation seemed to fit it. His wolf made him more susceptible to emotional attachment, a pack mentality driven deeply into his mind and heart, he was viciously loyal and wore his heart on his sleeve, uncaring of how heâd be hurt by a betrayal, he simply saw the best in the world, something many couldnât after a while, but Soap could, Johnny was a good man at heart. Thatâs why he reacted the most out of everyone, voicing his distaste and hate, his need for revenge and the sanctity of the lives being stolen in the facility.Â
Soap pushed Price to agree, seeing no reason not to lead the breach, to uncover everything done to innocent lives. His eyes connected to the man hidden in the darkness, his blue eyes gleaming with fierce justice, a contrast to the wraith who lay in silence, abhorrent and seething quietness. Ghost peered at him, head tilted up with white pupils darkened by black eyes, death layering off him with calmness. He gave Soap a curt nod, affirmation for him to continue to voice his mind, to help those in need.Â
âSeems like itâs been decided, Kate,â Price gave her a lopsided smirk, amber eyes narrowed with what could be read as anger, teeth sinking into the girth of his cigar, ash falling. âWhen are we going?â
Her lips parted in a proud grin, eyes gleaming with something dark and wrathful. She leaned on the table, head held high and shoulder broad while she flicked off the projector:
âWheels up at 1500 tomorrow.â

You stared down the man before you, watching him tremble under your cold gaze, steps hesitant to approach you despite being seated, body prone on the hard floor you called a bed. He was new, possibly recently employed and his boss - or his direct manager - played a dirty game with him. It was some kind of rite of passage for every new employee courageous enough to accept their recruitment, all bright-eyed geniuses wanting to build their place on earth with forthgoing discovery, desperate and narcissistic; yet they were so easily tricked into you cage, locked in by cackling and grinning guards and coworkers.Â
He smelled young, fresh-faced and a bit nervous, most were when they first saw you. You remembered everyone who walked in, the smell of fear and anxiety, the disgusting scent oozing off their bodies, rotten and putrid like a rotting corpse. You wouldâve gagged and choked if you werenât used to it, having grown close to the smell of death, calling the reaper your friend. You werenât bothered by him, only the cart he was wheeling over, a big and heavy cooler that smelled fresh. He was made to bring you food by his boss, a cruel joke played on every new scientist who was always so eager to meet you before cowering in terror once the lock clicked.Â
Standing before your third cage, he unlocked the small hatch and, with effort and a loud grunt, pushed the cooler into the hole, big enough for a big cooler but small enough to fit your arm through it. You waited until he stumbled away, distancing him from you before reaching for the container, it was light, weighing little in your palm. They fed you raw meat, sometimes buying the fresh catch of a Belarus hunter, usually an elk or a wild boar, but if they were lucky, a bison or a bear, other times they would have conserved meat shipped from outside the town, bigger cities or outside the border.Â
Today was an elk, the meat cold and free of rot, it smelled as good as a fresh kill did, bloody and heady. You ripped into it without care, tuning out the loud retch from the scientist as you gorged on your meal, claws tearing it in half and biting into the bloody meat. Blood rolled down your lip, painting your cheeks crimson and staining the cream-coloured rag they considered a shirt. It would be changed after your meal, as it always was. Despite the elk weighing around six hundred kilograms, you finished it quickly, with pointed teeth cutting and pulling flaps of meat and ligament, blood spraying and dirtying the metal ground near the hatch.Â
It was filling, albeit cold. You cleaned your hands of blood, licking it off like a grooming cat, tongue laving over the sharp edge of your claw and under your blunt fingernails. You peered at him from under your lashes, eyes gleaming in the darkness. You watched - pleased with yourself - him shudder, face growing green with unnerve at your show. You knew he was desperate to leave, to get a breath of fresh air outside of your cell, you understood his fear and wanted him to suffer for helping your owner, the man watching over your training, but you wanted him gone before he emptied his stomach on your floor. So you pushed the cooler out, clawed arm breaching past the hatch to leave it farther from your cage.Â
He left hastily, legs shaky and face pale.Â
âI want a bison next time,â you growled, words rolling off your tongue huskily from its rare use.Â

It looked as inconspicuous through the NVGs as it did in the pictures, a few grey buildings built lowly to hide an immense labyrinth dug into the ground, secret passages crossing unending halls with locked doors and tipped with surveillance cameras to watch over the whole facility. They studied the very walls that made this place a secret fortress, from the body to its heart, like mounting a brigade against a castle, Laswellâs team found the few hidden entrances that connected to the lesser-used passages, winding through many hallways and wide vents, big enough for humans but too tight for monsters the size of C34. Task Force 141 led the mission, infiltrating the base under the darkness of night where they could crawl and slink through shadows to catch what they hunted. They were joined by Marines, all experienced and skillful, wearing scars like a badge of honour. It would either be a quick in and out, or a long and strenuous infiltration.Â
Price took Gaz and led half of the Marines through the west, breaching the lab from above. They pushed in steadily, relaying information and physical cues to Watcher - Laswell - with a body cam recording everything they saw, the facade they wore above ground, hiding their dark enterprise. Ghost, as usual, has Soap watch his six, following closely behind him with puppy-like loyalty and the other half of the Marines. Team Twoâs - Delta - mission started through the underground passage they sniffed out, a long and unwinding hall that went straight through the heart of the facility. Ghostâs team went dark, needing the cover of silence to stay hidden in a highly protected area of the base to run this clandestine mission. They spoke only when needing to, to make calls, to reaffirm intel or to let both Bravo and Watcher know a change, the tech team in the temporary safe house a few miles away from the compound watched through the cams, from the subtle change in the air to a jarring lead to what was happening.Â
While Price and Gaz worked on creating a distraction, taking a load off team Deltaâs shoulders, they could work through the system faster and more efficiently with the fire taken off their backs and front. It was controlled chaos for both teams, creating a mass discordance within the enemy lines: panicked higher-ups at the sudden attack, while they had a small squad of personal soldiers, they were unprepared, taken by surprise by both teams attacking on two fronts; and confused mercenaries, their quiet and boring schedules made them lose the edge of suspicion, of wariness towards what awaited them and the sheltered job with little to no action apart from a few failed escape attempts by the subjects.
âDelta 0-1 moving in,â Ghost mumbled into the coms, his team following him closely, rifle held tightly with the muzzle pointed forward as they crossed the threshold of section C, heading towards the one holding the monster subjects.Â
They left behind them groups of bodies, slumped over the walls or limp on the ground, blood painting the sterilised and glossy walls, turning the once white hall into a grotesque place, dead bodies covering the length of the corridor like the ones they walked through before, leaving the stench of death that even the Marines could sniff out. It wasnât clean - they werenât aiming for it to be clean - but they wouldnât need it to be clean when the Laswell would send a clean-up team to deal with this, Ghost would steal a bite before they arrived, quenching his hunger for revenge with them.Â
A few guards stayed to watch over the cells, doors unlocked by a keycard that most guards kept in their back pocket, Ghost would have to take one off a dead body. Under Ghostâs cover, Soap dashed to the other side of the hall, taking a few with him to corner the mercenaries, boxing them into a closed hallway until they all died. Despite a few of the Marines taking shots, bruising the skin under their plate, black and blue blossoming like a bloody flower under the thin layer of skin, they kept their heads high and minds clear, moving forward without a misstep or hesitation. Soap swiped a few cards from the bodies, throwing one to Ghost.Â
âDelta 0-1 to Watcher, can you hear me?â
âSolid copy, Ghost,â Laswell voice rang out clearly, reaching his ears in seconds.
âWe found the cells,â his eyes roved over them, white paint over thick, cement walls to hold whatever they locked into the cells, perhaps the children the saw or the big one, C34.
âDo you have the keycards?â
âAffirm,â Ghost growled slowly, hearing Laswell's confirmation to continue. âGoing in.â
He tapped the pad, a loud beep ringing in their ears as the lockâs mechanism creaked to life, unlatching from its metal hold to let them in. Both he and Soap walked in, leaving the others to watch their backs while they surveyed the first room. It was dimly lit as it was bare of any decorations apart from a visible toilet, a small sink and a few metal beds. It looked like any usual cells they came across, made barren and empty of anything useful to prevent the prisoners from escaping or causing a ruckus, but the people they kept in these cells were children. Soap swore under his breath at the sight of children huddled together, seemingly no older than 12, he lowered his rifle. They were backed into a corner, three older kids holding a younger one in their arms, protecting her from them, from whoever meant to harm these children.Â
They looked malnourished, left to slowly rot in these cement boxes until the scientist found something worthwhile in them, their cheeks sunken in, eyes droopy and swollen with bruises - they were beaten, it made something ugly rear its head inside Ghost dead heart - and lips dried. One was armless, having wings that they used to cover both of their cellmates, naked with only feathers covering their body, this one looked more like a harpy than it did human. The two others had arms, both having the lower half of a mammal, neither of them was sure which four-legged mammal it was, but one had a pair of wings, while the otherâs back was bare of anything.Â
âWeâve found the children.â

You could hear the chaos from your cell, the blaring alarm and the smell of death. The building shook from its foundation, vibration emanating from both the ground floor and the basement, just farther from your hall, the closed and sectioned-off area. They separated you from the defective ones, all your young mistakes they made after achieving success âyou. They tried to recreate it, but it never came out how they wanted it. Maybe it was a mistake on their part or maybe it was the lack of a certain gene in their DNA, a subtle difference that you and the rest had. You didnât want to know and you didnât want them to succeed a second time, it was painful, the shift, the tests and the change, the storm of pain, terror and confusion werenât worth this power.Â
You could hear the booming sound of gunfire, a loud ricochet of the bullet when the nitrocellulose sparked and sent the bullet outwards, finding its destination in the warm flesh of human guards. You usually enjoyed this kind of chaos if you knew what started it, and laughed when something caused trouble for your captors, but you were cautious of this one. You neither knew who thought to disturb the peace nor did you know who was behind this, their scents strange and the sound of steps unknown. All you knew was that their steps were heavy, out of breath but pushing their way into - what you thought to be - section C. The place they kept the young and willful.Â
You might be blinded by your cell, but the guards outside your confinement knew how to talk, their chatter and barking orders loud enough for you to hear through the thick walls. From them, you knew they were strangers, unknown players on your board of pawns. You didnât know their goal, whether they were here to let you out or keep you in a cage of their making, but you knew they were a gamble on your fate. As the noise got closer, you sat down, crossed your paws and waited, cautiously awaiting to see what your verdict would be.

Strangely enough, there was a different section, separated from the other one by many gates and stricter security, but they were able to break through it. Security was concentrated in one hall as if the monster they locked at the end of this hallway was of big importance. It had higher security, stronger and thicker. Ghost wondered if it was to keep the monster in or keep people out, either way, this meant that they found the thing they first came here for: the trained and dangerous subject C34.Â
Ghost was apprehensive about opening this metal door, built taller than any doors heâd seen, it was as wide as it was tall, metres over what would be considered normal for a human or monster, similar to the wide gates that protected British castles, tall and imposing, but the most worrying was itâs vast amount of security measures. He thought back to the blurrier giant he saw in the picture, their shape indescribable and otherworldly, almost alien-like. His eyes met Soapâs reassuring ones, standing steadfast and unyielding to do good in the world. So with a nod, Ghost worked through the locks and scans of the heavy, metal door made to keep this cement cage closed. This door clicked loudly, echoing down the hall with ominous intent, foreseeing something damming and destructive.Â
Yet they hadnât expected to see another cage within the cage, a box made of reinforced glass, large and robust and inside of it was another cage, a rough metal one with bars for walls, a sick joke of a birdâs gilded cage. It wouldâve seemed almost exaggerated to have three layers - three different cages - to keep one subject safely locked up until he caught sight of the monster. Lying on the cold, metal ground with legs folded in, tail curled around them and staring at both him and Soap with cautious curiosity. It looked like a gryphon if it were more reptilian than a mammal, this monster had a human torso, a head wearing a stoic expression, dressed in rags. Where there would normally be legs was the body of a bird, an eagle perhaps from the golden-brown plumage and reptilian legs from the knee down, followed by a fully scaled back, hind legs and a strong tail. Each toe was tipped with a sharp claw, big and deadly if it got its hands on someone, it could easily rip into anyone without putting in much effort. The biggest thing about it was the folded wings, feathered and equipped with a talon. If it could fly, these wings would be powerful.Â
He understood why they kept it locked, it was neither man, monster or hybrid. It was a beast of human creation, a creature made to be at the peak of its condition. It was smart, he could see it, the glint in its eyes and the pursed lips, mien kept monotone and calm âobservant.Â
What did Laswell sign them into?Â
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Plaga Papa [Leon Kennedy x Reader]
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Las Plagas! Leon Kennedy x Reaer
Rating: T (brief sexual innuendo)Â Content Warning(s): Plagas! Leon, hint of body horror
Word Count: 1035 â
âLeon! Your son is on top of the refrigerator again!âÂ
You called out, looking up helplessly from your stool as your son hissed at you from on top of the tall appliance. This was a regular bedtime occurrence for you, since the small child of yours hated having a bedtime. You knew it couldnât be the plagas he had inherited from his father, but it was the stubbornness instead.Â
A stubborn toddler, with superhuman abilities.Â
You could hear your husbandâs approaching footsteps from his office as you tried to reason with the boy, holding your arms out as welcoming as you could. âCome on Luis, itâs past your bedtime.â You begged.
âNo! Bedtime bad!â Luis shouted, small spikes bristling on his back. His eyes were a bold red, as he scooted farther on the surface of the refrigerator, toppling over empty containers of Tupperware.Â
Afficher davantage
May I request Wesker with s/o whoâs a mind reader? It can be spicy if you want đł
Thank you! â¤ď¸
[snaps head around] hehe *precedes to try and sneak a breeding kink in again*
Youâve always been able to hear peopleâs thoughts, typically it was when you could just focus on someoneâs head and all their emotions, thoughts and feelings would be clear to you. However there were some people who had such loud thoughts that you could hear them regardless, luckily these people were few and far between, saving you a headache. ThisâŚskill of yours made you a very good detective, to the point where the STARS team captain took notice of you. Your ability to read someone made you valuable to him, it was a risk for him, you knew that, as you could read someone like a book, but your skill was too valuable to pass up.
Over the years you two developed a friendship, it wasnât awkward or seemed to be based on manipulation like the others but you still were cautious. He had many thoughts about killing the others and you could never be too careful.
But the weirdest day though, was when you were getting thoughts that definitely were not your own.
âGod, why do they look so good in that uniform?â
That was a familiar voice, you thought as your eyes looked around, resting your hand on your cheek to look less suspicious.
âFuck, I want to kiss them so bad.â
Your head went up to look over at Weskerâs office, his shades were open which was rare but you two were the only ones in the office at the moment. Oh, so thatâs where the thoughts were coming from? ThatâsâŚinteresting⌠Your eyes found his quickly, his shades were pushed into his hair, he quickly looked away from you when you stared at him.
âDammit, I need to stop staring, theyâre so pretty.â
Maybe your suspicions didnât mean anything, maybe he did actually like you?
âI just want to fuck them hard enough to break the bed.â
WOAH- okay what the fuck- your head turned in his direction once more, his head was down, probably looking at some papers.
âThey have such a pretty mouth, Iâd love to fuck it.â
Sir, you are the boss, you cannot be thinking like this about your subordinate-
âMaybe theyâd give me a little heir if I asked? HmmâŚnice and roundâŚâ
SIR- SIR- THIS IS THE RACCOON CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT. Quickly standing up you headed your way out the door, feeling his eyes following you as you walked briskly.
âGod I want to smack their thighs.â
So maybe your captain liked you more than you thought.