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Speaking of Damnation, I'd LOVE your opinion on Leon in each CGI piece, but I know that's a pain in the ass level of ask, so no worries if you don't wanna type that whole thing out lmao.
For the record, Degeneration is an amazing one, purely because it's like watching one giant shitpost. He genuinely looks, acts and talks as if he's entirely AI generated. Like wtf am I looking at?! He's a total weirdo. The run at the end and the creeping on Angela in the dark had me CACKLING.
Hated Damnation, because like RE6, I feel that they tried to mold his character into something he just isn't. He's not supposed to be a generic Tom Cruise copy. Idk if that makes any sense, but yeah. His writing just absolutely sucked.
Vendetta ... *chefs kiss*. That's it.
ID, he's a little confusing, but I enjoyed it more or less. I mean... he was fine given the quality of the whole story, which wasn't fantastic. It's okay. He's okay. The "Shen May incident", as I call it, gave me the ick, lmfao. I 100% see why she passed, he was just so cringey about it, idk, but it's endlessly fun to laugh at honestly.
DI was pretty solid. Man's TIRED, but they way his panic and jaded nature was portrayed was surprisingly really well done. I adore DI though, it's my favourite CGI of them all, it's just really fun to have all of the mains together *shrug*.
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(I'm so sorry this took a couple of days to answer, I had so many thoughts, and they weren't all coming at once 😂).
But oh, yeah...
I have a lot of thoughts about the CGI movies and Leon's portrayal in them. We've already established he's completely chaotic in Damnation, so I won't go there again, or I'll end up rambling, lmao.
Degeneration was my favourite thing for an extended period of time, but that's because I was 12 years old when it was released, and I was even more obsessed with the RE franchise then than I am now.
...But then, I watched it again as an adult, and damn, there are some things wrong. Leon is so... robotic. Even when he's getting all passionate or emotional in a scene, it sounds like he's constipated. And that whole bit with Angela, where they land in the water, and he immediately goes a plants his lips on hers (for air or whatever), totally threw me off.
Vendetta Leon... *dreamy sigh* honestly, here's when I really started falling for Leon as a character. He was already a fave, but this really movie really sold me on him. His personal struggles and mental turmoil with everything he'd been through were so believable.
ID Leon has me cackling. He's such a cheesy mess. His storyline was subpar in this show, but that's just my opinion. I didn't like the whole kneeling for the government feelings I got. I get that he literally works for the President/Government, but it was just such a wild contrast to his usual attitude of wanting to expose the truth. The more I rewatch, the more I just don't get the Leon vibes I'm used to. The Shen May incident, goodness gracious. The first time I watched ID, that part honestly went over my head because I was mostly hyped over more RE content. When I sought out that specific scene after seeing talk about it online, though. I was watching like 💀 like damn, my guy out here willingly putting himself out there as a low-key homewrecker when Shen May tells him she has a boyfriend.
DI... my beloved DI Leon. I loved him in this movie. His jaded attitude and beloved (by me anyway) silly humour and one-liners were so great. I was worried about what they'd do to him in this movie because Capcom writers have done so many wild things with this man. But it was pulled off really well. And as both a Jill stan and a Leon stan, I loved their dynamic together.
Talking about dad-bods, slightly off topic, but what is with fanart insisting that Lady D is thin and flat stomached? Dude... dude come on.... do y'all have eyes!? It's the same shit with the fairies from LoZ, lmao.
Oh my god, right?
Lady D is voluptuous! She has curves, bumps, and dips on her body. I mean, come on, people. Y'all have seen her bust. And sure, sometimes people with big busts have a slender figure, but she's not one of those people.
Allow me to elaborate with rough diagrams ->
She's not a skinny or flat stomached woman. She's full and very much rounded, and we should appreciate her as such.
I ask for asks, and then tumblr proceeds to not tell me that I have some 😑 this fucking site sometimes. But thank you, lovelies, that came into my ask box! Please stand by while I write essays for you all 😘
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chapter synopsis: You are amongst the top five selected for this infiltration to take down Glenn Arias. An argument unfolds between the agents and you are forced to pick a side.
chapter content: smut in next chapter, resident evil: vendetta spoilers, zombies, haunted mansion, explicit themes throughout this series.
a/n: welcome to my second series!! (need to finish my first one oops) on a thursday one month ago, i thought to myself 'zombie threesome hehehe', then i took the idea and sprinted with it and this series is born. so, uh... zombiefuckers rise up??
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Millions are dying—Mass infections are happening across the globe swamping the streets with an unbeknownst fear. The symptoms of this virus are faint, indecipherable next to an x-ray of a man who is perfectly healthy. Not even the carrier themselves are aware of how the virus lies underneath their veins, dormant, until a click of button is pressed from a commander far away, then their symptoms worsen: a headache, a cold, veins turning purple as the poison hatches in them, spreading, until the only thing that can manoeuvre their limbs is the word: KILL.
That’s the greatest strength of this virus. Anyone can be infected, and maybe, you already are.
This product first reached the underground market three months ago. Called the A-Virus; a bioweapon succeeded in the market for its ability to infect targeted communities remotely and leaving no evidence on the perpetrator, which no other distributors had successfully produced before.
Engineered by Glenn Arias, the researcher sold over thousands of this bioweapon, becoming a billionaire overnight at the cost of lives lost from the whims of the rich. He supplied the wealthy and corrupted, like insatiable brats, with new remote-controlled monster trucks, who only aims to tear down families and have their victims beg mercy to a monster that will not speak reason.
Hence, this problem brought attention to a global scale, having the DSO come in alliance with the BSAA and other independent mercenaries to hunt down the vaccine and put a stop to Arias’ grand schemes. Handpicking five agents who are equipped with both experience and skill to combat a zombie attack on this scale of doom and urgency.
Those five agents are Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong, and you.
A plan is already in place. A distraction concocted with your intel and the help of a senior researcher of all things bioweapons, Rebecca Chambers. While Arias is busy attending fake business meetings on the other side of the world, the five of you will infiltrate his private mansion to retrieve a concentrated sample of the A-Virus. Rebecca can use the sample to reverse engineer it into a cure and send her findings to facilities across the world.
The plan sounds brilliant in writing, but when you arrived his private mansion in Queretaro region, Mexico, something is off about this place.
Arias is a mastermind, you had been warned many times, in which you appropriately prepared all your best gear for this mission to treat it with utmost gravity. You’re thinking armed guards, well-equipped security, BOWs. But when the five of you pushed open the front doors of his mansion, it was quiet.
Empty. Not a single soul. Just five of you greeted by the whisk of wind through weakly hinged windows that somehow makes the humid air stick to your skin further. Did Rebecca get the wrong info? No one lived there. From what you heard when you were in town, not even the locals dare to venture anywhere near the odd gothic mansion on the top of the hill. They said it’s abandoned, cursed, rumoured to whisk away young children if they ever step foot inside.
It’s a story they say to stop the naughty kids, you remind yourself. It’s not haunted. And you’re not a kid anymore.
The inside is abandoned. Cobwebs lay thick between cornices and carved columns, the floors laced with a film of dust on the luxurious dark wood flooring, creaking with worn age as you take each step. Besides the chandelier, every single piece of furniture is either the same colour of black or red, or nothing else. The soft red velvet upholstery and the rug are made with the same fabric. And you can find the same dark wood in every corner of this house. It’s in the tables, the shelves, the chaise, the painting frames, and stone-like head sculpture whittled with the same exact dark wood, ridged the exact uniform way.
Then, you look at the wall. Black patches of mould smearing across the burgundy wallpaper like a crime scene.
Something creaks behind you. The hair on your arms stands up as you shiver, immediately followed by a wave of embarrassment. Despite the number of times you had taken down hordes of incoming zombies like they’re cardboard targets, why is a bit of wind freaking you out? It’s not a ghost, just old foundations, maybe mice, or wind kicking something off a table, like how every old house sounds like. You look around to see if anyone else catches you jumping at nothing, before Jill says, thankfully unaware of your worry:
“God, the smell. What have they done to this place?” Her hand flies over her nose as if that will help to shield any smell whatsoever. Unfortunately, the building is moulded far beyond salvageable that the stench lingers in every part of the mansion.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. We get weeks-old corpses in body bags every day. It’s absolutely retching.” Jill’s earpiece fizzes into life, and she recognises the familiar playful lilt of Rebecca’s voice on the other side of the line.
“At least that’s refrigerated and contained, Rebecca. This fucking stinks.” Jill scrunches her face like she just ate something unpleasant.
“I’m sending my sympathies from my well-conditioned lab right now.”
Carlos appears from Jill’s behind, placing a firm, teasing hand on top of Jill’s shoulder. His wavy curls catch in the wind and his teeth glistens sparkly white. “Yeah Jill, got a problem with my natural musk?”
Jill shrugs his hand off, grimacing at his attempts at flirtation. “Take a shower first, then we’ll talk.”
In which Carlos laughs, holds his hand out at his heart as if it was just torn into shreds. “That hurts my feelings, Jill. Why aren’t you ever saying things like that to pretty boy over there?”
“I have a name, Oliveira.” The blond man turns around at the call of his nickname, familiar with the nickname, but it's not pleasantly received by him.
“I think pretty boy suits you more, Kennedy.” Carlos replies, a glint in his voice that hints something a bit less than friendliness between them.
“Ah, so you do know my name.” Leon quips back while staring directly into Carlos’ eyes, before getting cut off by Jill.
“I would, Carlos, but if I have to hear one more corny ass comeback from Leon’s mouth, I’ll throw myself out the window right now.”
“Takes a genius to get my humour.” Leon smirks.
Your eyebrows raise almost immediately to chime in. “Erm… I think we have different meanings for the word ‘genius’.”
Quiet chuckles ripple through the room. It helps that you have worked with these guys throughout the years and had come to know and get close to them—some a bit closer than just friends—but none of them are strangers by far. Usually, you would be working with only one or two of these guys, never in a big group like this, but it seems that everyone is already well-acquainted with each other.
You toss a glance at Carlos and catch him staring at you, smiling. Ah, you see now. Carlos must have been trying to lighten the mood because you had been jumpy ever since you had arrived. You nod at him, a silent thank you before the five of you venture deeper into the eerie atmosphere.
The goal is to arrive at Glenn Aria’s office. According to Rebecca’s intel, Arias hid a concentrated sample in a safe last time he was here. You will need Ada to crack the safe to retrieve the sample and deliver it to Rebecca. As you traverse the corridors, it twists and turns in different directions—whoever engineered this did not enjoy unexpected guests at all. But under Rebecca’s guidance, she walks you and your team through the labyrinth with ease and precision.
But unfortunately, not ease and precision on your part. You trip over your own leg and almost fall to the floor as you round a harsh turn according to Rebecca’s instructions, and Jill catches you right on the arm before you fall.
“Easy there.” Jill pulls you up the ground, and you regain some balance. “You good? Mind your step.”
“Why did I agree to babysit?” Ada speaks, finally, for the first time in this mission. Despite how quietly she spoke under her breath, her words abruptly cut through the air, and all attention is on her and the red sweater dress that curves into her frame perfectly now.
“Oh, I bet once you get your paycheck it will be worth it. Or will you be betraying us, huh, Ada?”
Leon smirks loudly. Ada’s face goes from tired to exhausted in one second. “You just can’t let bygones be bygones, can you?”
“That’s rich coming from someone who used to work for Wesker.” Ada’s heels come to a stop, and with a slow turn, she stares deeply into Leon’s eyes that speak a million threats without needing to be utter a word. Oh, and believe me, you do not want to be messing with Ada. You learnt that the hard way.
“Woah, guys. Let’s keep this civil. No need to get heated.” Carlos rushes to stand right between them as the duo glares at each other with passionate fury and resentment.
You nod, joining Carlos’ side to stand by him. “Carlos’s right. This is not the time to pick a fight.” But it falls on the deaf ears of Leon and Ada.
“Thousands were killed. I want what’s good for the people, and I’m not sure Ada here is on the same page.” Leon continues, adding fuel to the fire.
Ada lets out a disbelieved gasp in response, before recollecting herself and replying in her usual tone of calmness: “Someone has to pay the price. I’m just the executor.”
“Regardless of our motivations, we all are on the same side here.” Carlos attempts at resolution again, putting his hands up in between them, and fails embarrassingly once more.
The air is heated with hostility; Leon and Ada’s eyes are locked in a trance, a hazy spite that reigns their composure, that looking away from each other means forfeiting. You don’t see either of them walking away first, they are both prideful people after all.
“Uh… Jill? Some help?” Carlos looks around to find Jill, who is leaning against a wall, her arms relaxing by her sides, unphased by the fire stirring right in front of the crowd.
“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Jill is merely waiting for either one of the parties roll over.
You feel speckles of flame through the two of them, as if steam is retreating over the top of their heads, burning not just them, but also everyone else in the room. Until the boiling point hits, and it erupts all in one second. The duo walks away, off to different directions in bitter adrenaline, until you and Carlos are just looking at each other.
“I guess we’ll take five. There’s a safe room up ahead.” Carlos is speaking, but you’re the one listening.
The five of you enters the safe room in silence. It is a storage room—despite its name, it’s quite large for a normal storage room—with boxes stacked on all ends that made the room seem smaller in comparison. A ceiling light illuminates the room dimly, but it isn’t enough to shade away years of old animosity from their past.
The lively conversations you had mere minutes ago is gone now. Just silence and awkward rustling as each of you sits in your own designated corner. Carlos and Jill find themselves a seat on top of a firm box. Leon and Ada giving each other the silent treatment, standing on farthest end of the room to each other. You are simply minding your own business, gathering materials to craft a flashbang to pass the time. Doesn’t hurt to have more supplies anyway.
There is a notable division on each side, an imaginary alliance that you choose to be on neither side. Until Leon crosses the boundary line, somehow making his way to you. He picks up an empty grenade case next to you, assembling the pieces together for your project.
“Sorry you had to see that.” A little guilt tugs at Leon’s voice.
“Not at all. I get why you felt that way.” Leon nods, a look of gratitude hanging softly through a smile. His other finger seals the flashbang cap and hands it back to you. “But you need to learn to control your temper. Especially when it comes to Ada.”
Speaking of Ada, a shiver runs down your spine suddenly. The feeling of someone sending laser signs and telepathic warnings towards you. You turn around towards the direction of the aura to find Ada, her back leaning against the wall, arms crossed without engaging or acknowledging anyone in the room. She stands by herself alone, and that’s how you had always known Ada—distant and in her own mysterious world. Not really a chatter, despite the number of times she had saved you in the past.
Ada does not look at you, but you can feel her glaring down—either you or Leon—with her entire body.
“Good to see the two of you getting along at least.” Carlos holds out two plastic water bottles to you two from a supply crate he found in the room, which Jill has finished downing two of them already.
You two gesture ‘no thanks.’ Ada does not spare Carlos a glance at his direction when he offers.
“You’re welcome, I guess.” Carlos says sarcastically, before taking in a generous sip from his drink.
There’s a moment of silence. Then, a moment of dry coughs; a squeak of footsteps, a joint click from a stretching neck. Then silence once more.
“I’ve had enough.” Jill slaps her hands on her thigh before pushing herself up from her seat. “You guys gonna keep acting like kids? Grow up, this isn’t high school anymore. Take your drama outside. If we’re gonna take down Arias, we have to get along. And yes, that means moving on from shit that happened… five years ago? Five years ago and you two are still hung up? Unlike you all, I’m actually looking forward to go home and get a decent shower, hopefully soon.”
You nod in approval as Jill speaks her mind, and you are glad at least the few of you have their priorities in order. Ada flicks her head away from Jill, but her silence is telling of how much she is thinking over Jill’s words.
“Leon, can you accept this?” Jill asks.
There’s a bit of reluctance in his voice, but he agrees anyway. “Fine.”
“Ada?”
Before Ada can respond, smoke is creeping into your vision, coming in quick. It merges into your view, obscuring it, and you whiff something artificial, some kind of chemicals that is piercing to your nose and eyes. You can’t help but wince, hands groping the air in attempts to find comfort in the person closest to you—anyone for that matter—to indicate you’re safe and is indeed not under attack. Your fingers find themselves in a fistful of someone’s shirt, muscles tensing tightly underneath the fabric on their shoulder cap.
“Leon. Is that you?” You cry out.
“It’s me. Stay close and don’t let go. It’s an ambush.” Leon pulls your arm towards him, securing your safety with his hand in yours.
There is some coughing through the air, faint panic in voices underneath the hissing of gas that seems to be coming from above. You hold onto Leon a bit tighter.
Carlos calls out desperately “Where are you guys? Is everyone okay?” as he flaps his hand around the smoke to stir it away. He finds you and Leon almost immediately, and looks down to your hands, finding them clasped tight against each other. Your hand lets go of Leon flying behind your back, but Carlos already saw it.
Jill is coughing deep from the smoke. “I-I’m here!”
“It seems like we’re all here.” Ada says, composed as ever despite the circumstances.
The smoke dissipates—until most of the fog fades away, escaping through the cracks underneath the door to the other side. Leaving the five of you standing in the same storage room darting eyes around, seemingly unharmed, and even more confused.
After what feels like a while later, Jill finally breaks the silence: “Huh. What was that?”
“No enemies.” Ada unholsters the pistol from her belt, inspecting the room and the door behind the room. “Clear on this side too.”
It’s strange. If this is an ambush, why isn’t there an attack?
Leon places a finger on his earpiece to activate his microphone. “Rebecca, come in. We’ve just been ambushed by some kind of smoke, but nobody’s hurt. Happen to know what’s going on?”
His earpiece buzzes into life. “Hmm, let’s see. From the architecture plans, I see the vents are connected to a lab below. It seems abandoned, there are no signs of anyone triggering an attack on my end.”
“Whatever it is, we need to investigate.” Leon’s voice is firm and serious. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
You swallow deeply, fear settling back inside you. “You think it’s a trap?”
“I think…” Leon pinches his chin. “…Arias knows that we’re here.”
Your heart drops—Bundle of fear, anxiety and stress springing back into your nerves as you probe at the possibility of Glen Arias knowing where you are. What you’re trying to do. Making sure you will never reach that sample despite your hardest wills.
“He shouldn’t. Rebecca, didn’t Arias get on the jet?” Carlos is also thinking too.
“Affirmative. Security footage showed Arias walking into his private jet, and it took off four hours ago. He should still be in the air. No signal of them making a pitstop anywhere.”
You hear black pumps clacking against the hardwood floor. “I’m getting the sample.” Says Ada, her foot is already halfway out of the door. “Follow me or not, I don’t care. I’m here for the objective, and only that.”
“And what if something happens to you?” Carlos asks, genuinely concerned.
“I’ll deal with it if it happens.” Ada waves dismissively.
“Ada’s right, we could be set on a wild goose chase.” Jill chimes in. “Millions of lives are dying. We don’t have time to waste.”
“I guess it’s just you and me then, pretty boy.” Carlos rounds his arm around Leon’s neck, bringing him closer in an almost choking grip, a little too close and tight to his liking. And with Leon’s history with Carlos, Leon refuses to believe this is just a friendly gesture.
Leon grimaces, removing Carlos’ hand over him. “So that’s it? We’re splitting up?” The answer is unanimous. “Fine. I guess we’ll cover more ground if we split up.”
Rebecca, through the other side of your earpiece, speaks: “Be careful everyone. You don’t know what kind of schemes Glenn Arias had set up. Please stay safe.”
“We’ll be fine, as long as we don't have any traitors in our team.” Leon says the word ‘traitor’ while maintaining eye contact with Ada. She ignores him, simply deadpans.
“Well, what about you?” Leon nudges at your arm.
You are faced with two options. Indulge in your curiosity and find the source of the gas, or stick to mission as planned? Both options will be dangerous. So who will you trust with your life?
[OPTION A] “I’ll follow the girls.” —COMING SOON OCTOBER 21st
[OPTION B] “I’ll follow the boys.” —COMING SOON OCTOBER 31st
It's 🖤 anon again lmao, but how do you think different RE characters would react to a depressive reader? I think it's interesting to think about how there's equal chance of comfort and clashing in regards to Leon, Chris and Claire imo. Damnation sort of addressed how Leon clashes and projects (onto Sasha at the end), but I'm iffy about using it for reference, I found him weirdly out of character in that whole film tbh. Either the makers didn't know how to handle him or he was off because he was at his lowest.
Hiii 🖤 anon!
It's always a delight to see you in my askbox! I see you're back at it with a very interesting question, and I live for it. (Also, apologies for always taking a bit to reply. When I get these kinda questions, I always need a bit to gather my thoughts coherently, lmao).
Anyways, this is something I never thought to consider until your question, and it got my creative mind flowing with thoughts.
My perception of Leon is always a bit muddled, and I think that comes down to how many different portrayals we've had of him over the years. Like, he's always the same in a roundabout way, but different at the same time. I don't know, it's hard to explain, hahaha.
I think Leon's behaviour around a depressive reader would be a bit of a mixture at first. If we're talking RE4make and onwards, he'll be a little awkward and act as if he didn't know what to do. But, as time goes on, he'd remind himself that he's been/is in a similar boat in terms of mental state and offer as much support as he possibly could. I feel like it'd be a situation where he and the reader would become each other's support system, whether either of them are seeking other help at the same time or not.
Damnation Leon always confuses the heck out of me, though.
Chris, on the other hand, I feel would be a lot softer. I feel like he's more in touch with his own emotions, so he could pick up on reader's much faster. I think he'd be pretty soft and all about comforting, making the reader feel safe - whether it's with words, listening, physical comfort, or any other gestures. He really strikes me as the gentle care type.
Claire one hundred percent strikes me as the tough love kinda type. Of course, she has a soft side, too. She's not stone cold and heartless in any capacity, but she'll have the no nonsense, "come on, you got this," kind of attitude. She'll use her support to try getting the reader to feel more empowered and less consumed by whatever it is they might be going through.
Jill is one I feel like I'd misinterpret the most on this. I love her, but I've never felt confident writing her. I think she'd come from a place of understanding, considering the trauma she ended up carrying from the Spencer mansion, being infected in RE3, then being Wesker's mind-controlled sidekick in RE5. She's been through a heck of a lot, and would offer reader as much advice and support as she could, but I think she'd stress how important it is to seek other help too.
Of course, this is all personal interpretation, but I like to think my thoughts are accurate on some level. Lmao 😂
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hope you're doing great, lee! i sent you some messages on discord, but dw, only check it whenever you're ready to, okay dear?
Rose! I'm so outraged that discord never notified me 😤 but I'm doing better! Getting ready to read the amazing content I missed from you while I was away 🤭
Happy weekend to you, just a question that's totally without pressure, but do you think you'd ever write about Leon and his substance abuse ever again? Obviously, I wouldn't want you to bring unnecessary negativity to your notes and asks again, but just letting you know I loved that fic! I hope you delve into that topic again if you're comfortable, you're a wonderful writer. - 🖤
Hi 🖤 Anon!
Happy weekend to you too, I hope you've been okay!
As for my work on Leon's substance abuse, I do have a WIP in my docs that's slowly forming into something! I don't intend on letting others get in the way of me posting what writing I wish to anymore. I'll always stick to trigger warnings, so anyone who proceeds to read after those are doing so at their own risk. These things happen to real people and have even been alluded to in Leon's canon, so I definitely want to explore it more!
there’s no perfect way to run a writing blog. you are worth more than what you create. you could write a million things or you could write four things in seven years!! what matters is that YOU enjoy what you’re posting. whether it’s writing or fandom content, etc.
you are a joy and im glad i have you here 🧡✨
—xoxo, elle (daydreamrot)
Elle! This has been sitting in my askbox for days, I'm so sorry!
And thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate them wholeheartedly. You're definitely right about that. I enjoy what I post when my mind allows me to, ahaha, just need to get over the ol' self-doubt.
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