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Barcelona, '05. Would you have stayed, if I'd begged just a little harder? — image credit: @/ickieii.
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Barcelona, '05. Would you have stayed, if I'd begged just a little harder? — image credit: @/ickieii.
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If it’s honesty hour here on Tumblr, I’ll state that I was originally going to make a Hunnigan blog when I started poking around at the ask blogs that were popping up. I wonder if that will surprise anyone? ‘Course, I made friends with the lovely person running @mrladiesman-luis, realized that they needed a Leon to write with, and the rest is history. Now that the Leon ecosystem is booming (the Le-cosystem, if you will) I’ve been a bit worried that I’m clogging up the pipes a little!
But I digress. I know my portrayal isn’t always perfect, but I appreciate that people have seemed to enjoy poking at my Leon! I’ll continue to work hard to make sure he’s a little more polished, day by day.
((im not much of a writer, but i'll use a snippet from a little thing i wrote the other day :P))
Leon wasn't entirely sure how he ended up with babysitting duty. He argued with anyone who'd listen that he was obviously the worst choice for the job. But alas, there he was, saddled with the responsibility of making sure this... thing doesn't do anything stupid.
It was human enough, he supposed. The team that recovered it from the abandoned children's hospital had said so anyway...
…and it was, if you looked at it (her?) from the right angles, sort of cute. From the puppy-ish way it tilted its head up at him in curiosity as he’d driven it back to his apartment (in a car, not his bike, he wasn’t an idiot), to the way it was exploring the living room now, sniffing and poking at the various sundries littering the space. He’d put away his guns and knives somewhere safe when the details of the mission had come in, and the foresight seemed to be coming in handy now.
It—No. No, he was better than that. She was a naturally curious kid, from the looks of it, and probably hadn’t even been anywhere beyond the confines of the cage those damn mad scientists had put her in. The couch cushions sagged underneath him as he took a tired seat, his palm calloused against his cheeks as he dragged a hand over his face. Battle-worn. Blunt. Exhausted.
Why, exactly, had the higher-ups decided that he was the guy for this job, again? Oh, right. Because everyone else was worse.
“Hey, squirt,” he called out to her, gesturing for the little girl to come join him on the couch. “C’mere. We gotta set some ground rules before I can let you loose, alright?”
Hey gang! No pink this time, just fully out-of-character for this one. Please, if you're going to approach me for RP: you need to be over the age of 16, bare minimum (preferably over 18, but I digress). That's not me trying to be mean or rude—I think kids role-playing is great, it's an amazing creative outlet. And, obviously, they're free to send in asks!
But as an adult, I'm always trying to make sure the kids in this space are safe. It's what I feel my responsibility is. And I just don't think I have the means or the time to make sure that writing with someone younger than what I outlined above is properly safe, even if it's just platonic interactions! And, if I'm being frank: it makes me uncomfortable. So, uh, yeah! That's that on that. 👏 Thanks for respecting my boundaries!
get on a pole
Was this worth sending me 10 of the same ask? Christ, Angel, you're nothing if not persistent. Okay—fine. I'll consider getting on the damn pole, but only if this gets, fuck, I don't know. 30 notes in the next week?
And no, you can't be the only source of 'em. I'll count you for five if you're that desperate for it. Do we have a deal?
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are you puppy dog or kitty cat?
Dog, 100%. Woof, woof.
Leon? Hey, Leon, is that you? Long time no see, Sancho! Do you normally come to this acuario to brood, or do you just like the little fish as much as I do?
It can't be. It can't. He watched the owner of that voice die not too long ago, didn't he?
And yet, there he is, in that stupid, impractical jacket, grinning broadly like nothing had happened at all. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he turns to face the fish again, swimming peacefully behind the glass of the aquarium walls in one big school. It's the kind of repetitive motion that his shrink tells him is good for him.
Brooding. Maybe he does come here to brood. It's a good spot for it; quiet, dim, and none of the staff have tried to hit on him yet.
"Luis," he says, and he hates the way his voice betrays him in this moment—the words are coming out relieved instead of annoyed. "It's been a while."
🫂
Oh, uh—hey, kid. Not that I mind, but is there any reason why you're handing out hugs like candy on Halloween? 🫂