lovota.

through the darkness, the bullet or the blade.

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#KNNEDY. 𖦏 well, that's my cardio for the week. leon s. kennedy / lovota. heavily plot driven. primarily headcanon based. friends orientated, rarely follow new people. highly selective. not affiliated with respective creators and rpcs. discord given upon request after one week of tumblr ims. triggers present, will try to tag. non rp blogs dni. PLEASE READ RULES BEFORE FOLLOWING. [ ... ] blog established: november 2019, blog restablished: march 2026. fighting b.o.ws with: ♡ forwrath. forgreed. eklipsoi. jhn117. yuanwang.

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🏳️‍🌈✨ happy pride month! chris and leon together make up the colours of the mlm flag!

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🪓 permanent interaction call. mutuals only. multis please specify muse or muses either in comments or through dms! if you are interested in creating and building a lasting dynamic (enemies / friends / a mix of both as frenemies / familial / professional / familial / etc.) with me for leon and your muse and are comfortable with me approaching you to kick something off (most likely plotting first off as i am a plot driven person), go ahead and hit that 💙 button! this may include but isn’t limited to the following: unprompted sending of prompts, open to plotting, being the first to be hit with a concept, world-building, discussing current threads, creating crossover / au verses, shitposting about our muses, priority when writing replies or starters, the possibility of becoming mains or more and just general discussion.

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leon nods, but it’s more a sluggish bob of his head. he’s given up on wiping away the blood staining his lips. no point hiding it now. not when old and new splatters stain his gloves, not when they leave smeary prints over the back of her t-shirt.

it’s hard to focus, but he gets moments. moments of clarity where it ceases and he can think. he looks at @forwrath then, the strain in her smile and the tears in her eyes threatening to spill, but determination furrows her brows together as she practically carries them both down the hall, using his holster to keep him up from how it digs into his shoulder and ribs.

he’s a danger with how much noise he’s making, a dead man walking, but that hasn’t stopped her once—— if anything, it’s only spurring her forward. no more regrets. he would’ve laughed bitterly if he knew it wouldn’t bring on another coughing fit so soon from the last. is this what it was like, marvin? stubborn and persistent and not knowing when to quit.

do you think you can hold on just a bit longer? leon swallows hard, his throat dry and scratchy and tasting copper sweet. can he? he’s so tired. every movement agony. his heart sounds like it’s gonna burst. the feverish sweat with the cold air filtering into the place has him shivering despite feeling like he’s the same surface temperature of the sun. but he has to keep going, has to make a difference that matters. and he made grace a promise. he’s not leaving her all alone like this where one of umbrella’s fucked up experiments could be roaming around one of these endless halls. and no way in hell is he leaving her with zeno again. c’mon. it’s all on you now.

leon picks up some of his own weight, giving her a breather while he still can. ❝ not getting rid of me just yet. ❞ he tries for a smile to reassure her, but it just ends up twisting into a grimace. though this loop they’re in just might. leon looks around. ❝ see a sign or map anywhere? usually look pretentious. ❞

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HAPPY 7M RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM 🎉‼️

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the last person he was expecting to see in rhodes hill chronic care centre was alice, but he's not gonna complain, even if her sudden appearance brings more questions then answers. years of working and fighting together makes them seamless, alice easily matching his pace past winding hallways and seemingly endless rooms, already putting in a request through comms for an immediate contain and lockdown protocol for rhodes —— and hound wolf to look into the water plant for emily —— once wrenwood's under control by the time they make it back to the reception area.

❝ i can’t imagine anything would scare you. ❞ @ategod notes.

it makes him wonder if she somehow knows, despite the only evidence left behind being the copper aftertaste in his mouth. instead he scoffs, opening the front door, letting her leave first. ❝ not my fault the material’s getting old. ❞ the quip rolls off his tongue easily enough, but it's not without a grain of truth. how many times has he been doing this? how many times has he faced the hungry snarl of the living dead? of something that used to be someone? or the next twisted results of man trying to play god? the fact he doesn't even bat an eye anymore unsettles him, but he shoves that existential level of thought aside. heading towards his car, sherry's channel goes quiet and he switches to his spare he gave grace. for whatever reason, she’s important to them, so they won't harm her, but he hopes she’s okay. ❝ though i’m sure the same can be said for you. ❞

with his keys in hand, leon comes to a stop. this is usually the part where they separate, but this is different. alice wouldn’t still be here without a good reason for it. umbrella has haunted them both, drenching them in blood and horror in equal measure. and with how many ghosts are returning to the source, he wouldn’t be surprised she’s just as linked to all of this as the rest of them are. question is, by how much and in what way? ❝ call it a long shot, but something tells me we're here for the same reason. ❞ an eyebrow cocks upwards, a silent question he’s only got time to ask once: you with me? ❝ i’ll swap notes if you do. ❞

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there were very few days @forgreed didn't wish she wasn't stuck in the u.s. and was somewhere in europe (maybe spain?) at another branch of the bsaa that perhaps wasn't currently doing internal house cleaning and breaking off from the greater whole. today was one of those few days. though seeing redfield's nauseating optimism turn into bitterness was a type of schadenfreude she hadn't expected to relish, but given the difficult position he had put her in —— revoked passports, asset seizure, closing down her lab —— she took what joy she could in her now sanitized work.

christine yamata, more widely known as four eyes. she’s not hard to pick out from the rest. not when she made such a strong first impression decades ago. having the dichotomy of a wound tended to by the same person who made it does that. umbrella fucked us over, she’d said with her hands covered in his blood, precise but careful in her suture under flashlight despite the hiss of a warning in turning him into one of them if he squirms again, so the contract’s terminated. moving as a unit was a silver lining, but witnessing how much delight she took in viruses —— turning them against each other without a second thought, forcing them to mutate, her clear awe in the twisting of skin, muscle sinew reshaping itself, snaps of bone shifting —— it only made his stomach go into somersaults of revulsion, battling to swallow down the bile in his throat.

sometimes the question of what happened to them surfaced in his mind throughout the years. he’d heard about the bsaa absorbing a number of ex-umbrella after the destruction of raccoon city, followed soon after by the company’s downfall. it was possible she was a part of that number. leon still doesn’t know how to feel over being right about that one.

he trusts chris’ decision on this, the bounds of her work, but he can never quite get rid of the scalpel edge that christine brings to the table. or the look in her eye. maybe it’s because somehow his life’s always in question, reflecting off the edge of the blade. or he just really, really, hates scientists.

she had summarily dismissed everyone in the private triage tent apart from the patient, going to check and triple-check the vitals herself. throwing the clipboard onto a nearby desk, she opened her computer, starting a fresh page of notes. ❝ elpis. nemesis. tell me everything. ❞

leon's been internally debating with himself over whether ripping off the monitor he's connected to and getting the hell out of here is worth it. he's already made note of the ideal exit, ran through the best route in his head. the only downside is that he'd have to do this all over again, prolonging his own physical check up, so he doesn't. just stays with it and watches the team work—— and raises an eyebrow when christine seemingly declares something that makes them all disperse, including the doctor in charge. the silence that settles after is stifling. she moves like a snake nearing prey, seizing his vitals for herself and checking them for what feels like an eternity. then with a scribbled note, the clipboard clatters to the side, discarded in favour of her computer, sitting down in the empty chair. typing in the password, she finally acknowledges him with a flat order. ah. so the interrogation’s happening now then. he leans back in his chair, huffs a dry laugh. always straight to the point. ❝ oh, how i've missed your brand of charm and hospitality, yamata. ❞

he's glad it's not grace she's grilling for answers. talking to her was non-negotiable, he'd made that perfectly clear before they were temporarily split up. if anyone persistent enough wanted a first hand account, it was through him. which he’d hoped would be enough of a deterrent, but of course christine wouldn’t give a shit. he really hopes this won’t take long —— he's not young anymore, feeling every ache and pain, the hard chair doing him zero favours —— but if he knows one thing about her, she's not keen on sticking around either once she has what she wants out of him, so he guesses they have something they can mutually agree on here.

she’s waiting for him to answer. the vertical line blinks on the screen in the corner of his eye, waiting for input, slender fingers hovering over the keyboard. something tells him starting with the big bang won't land well, so he clears his throat of that one, grimacing at how dry it is. he has an idea of which she’ll pick first, but hey, maybe she’ll surprise him. ❝ i think the real question is which virological discovery fascinates you first. ❞

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the ring on leon’s finger? yeah. that’s because he’s married to chris

[eurodynamic]

LEON KENNEDY Resident Evil Requiem (2026) dev. Capcom

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leon still doesn’t know what’s more weird: buying a porsche or no one saying so much as a word or a joke about buying a porsche. he’s never been one to spend, rather the opposite with giving a large amount away. still does every month. fighting b.o.ws with no certainty of ever coming back for years, it felt pointless on him to just rot when it could be actively helping others that matter, needing it more. something he could do his way that no one else could control. a fragment of what he wanted to do from the very start, still persevering. he just wishes it’s enough. that it's ever enough.

a gush of cold air jolts him from his thoughts when jill opens the door and gets in. right. it’s her first maiden voyage, so the already warm seat comes as a surprise to her first, getting a small but appreciative hum. he waits as the interior's next in getting the valentine inspection. by the time she’s done, it's clear she’s been thinking it's just as weird because when she looks at him with an expression he knows pretty well by this point, he raises an expectant eyebrow …

❝ please be careful with the car. ❞ almost sounding like a plea—— if @forwrath wasn’t biting her lip to contain her clear amusement by it.

❝ … and you ruined it. ❞ leon drawls out, shaking his head, but he’s smiling while she laughs. clearly hound wolf gave her that one. for better or for worse, every member has something to teasingly prod at: popping up in banter; a written joke in a card; a code name that was too good to pass up. he realises that’s part of what being in a team is. he hadn't realised how much he longed for this, regretting how many times he avoided, shut out or missed the chance in cultivating something like it with a recruit that actually cared in boot camp or a dso agent that wasn't a total asshole, but he knows why not. he’s just glad he has this now.

with a rustle of her coat, jill looks through the different radio stations to pick out the one she likes. leon leaves her to it, bringing up the list of saved places on the gps system. ❝ so, where to first? ❞

[forwrath]

a walk was good for the soul, especially when the body that housed said soul was restless. this time off, "vacation" they said was supposed to be relaxing. that he'd come back with a renewed sense of clarity for both his squad and those they were trying to help (& at times, eradicate.) so they'd endure the rain for the sake of filling their bellies. a night in, with a bit of out - not having to pay the delivery and get it themselves. a little rain never hurt anyone, right? chris was on the lucky side compared to his husband. unable to feel the cold, as he was currently wearing a black thermal and slacks. no coat, and only an umbrella that he shared with leon. he hadn't had to explain that his legs were restless, or that he needed a distraction. the odd domestic-ism they had been able to indulge during their time off was nice. he was able to help leon with his anxiety, help them both find a moment to breathe in and out deeply. to spend time with their pets, friends and found family. even though he'd be caught getting up at night to do research. it was hard to turn his mind off after the loss of ethan. knowing there was more he could have done for the man but was stuck behind the red tape of needing to save more than the few. a guilt that would stay with him, failing both mia and rose in the end. leon didn't let him hear the end of it either, he got his point across. they were not going to sacrifice people. (not that it was his intention, but his anger could have been directed in a healthier way when it came to further explanation.) after awhile of being in his head, he finally shakes it off. smiling at the clerk ringing him up at the register. chatting the other up, asking about the weather, his kids, and how business was these days. of course business was booming, the kids were in college now and the weather could always be better. moments like this helped chris to feel grounded in his body, the way he and leon had both fought for peaceful moments like this was what they deserved. if only he could get into the habit of not working.

thanking the chef for their food he waves warmly before making his way back outside. one arm wrapping around his shivering husband, and the other holding their food to his chest. ❝ hey, handsome. didn't get to soaked out here did you two? ❞ arm moves from around leon a moment to pet nieves lovingly. good girl. with half the order taken, he turns to steal a proper kiss. ❝ — not gonna let you get away that easy. ❞ listening to leon now, the joke eliciting a resounding laughter from his chest. unable to stop the way his head shook in reaction to it. ❝ let's get you back home before the rain turns you into a comedian. ❞

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leon hums, taking quick stock of the weather and how much lighter it’s become since, droplets of water trailing down the awning now to occasionally patter onto the ground instead of the heavy downpour from earlier. ❝ nope. ❞ there’s a small playfulness on the emphasis of the ‘p’. ❝ fortunately the rain's let up. likely won't be as bad on our way back now. ❞ with chris by his side again, leon naturally gravitates, the body heat he throws out a very welcome bonus—— even when he’s wearing a thermal and slacks, which needs to be scientifically studied. how the hell chris can go without getting so much as a sniffle while he coughs his guts out is just cruel.

not that he gets much time to muse over it. a small noise of surprise escapes at the bold and cheeky move, laughter lines crinkling. ❝ i’m already swooning. ❞ his tease is full of mirth, more than happy to give away his kiss —— and a thousand more if he wished —— to him like it’s on a silver platter. checking they have everything after they part, they start heading back the way they came, naturally falling into pace with each other.

❝ wait, i'm not a comedian already? ❞ leon shakes his head, feigning exasperation, not that he minds the soft verbal poke. not when his heart swells at the sound of chris’ laughter, joining in. it’s been a long time since he’s heard him laugh like that. he’s sorely missed it, but he knows why. romania hit hard. for every member of hound wolf present, ethan’s sacrifice deeply resonated with them all, but it was the worst for chris. it’s another failure marker, another good man lost, another ghost to haunt his every footfall. more guilt. he was the one who responded, taking them far away from the events of louisiana. he was the one who promised to see them safe from further terror and horror. he was the one who decided on the safe house in romania for them to move into for that fresh start, a new and quiet life—— until they found out they never could because it never did start.

leon knows chris blames himself. he also knows he can’t stop that, as much as he wishes he could. the tormenting cycle of what ifs and maybes and could haves. the nightmares. the anger. the grief. the need for distraction. the devotion to work. fighting against viruses and parasites, whether manufactured in a lab or older then man, there’s always an impossible factor. miranda had centuries to perfect her craft. no one could’ve known it was her. but it never makes the bitter pill any easier to swallow and deal with.

leon lightly bumps his shoulder against his: i got you. i'm here. ❝ business just as good? last time i heard his kids were picking out their colleges. did they get in? ❞

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archive 81.

dialogue prompts from archive 81, a podcast by dead signals.

i heard a joke about lawyers once.

you know about me?

when you live with something a long time, you can become blind to it.

i don’t want to think about stuff like that anymore.

you’re really scaring me.

cut the bullshit. i don’t have the time.

we’re ants trying to understand the face of a god.

don’t you want to hear the end of the story?

i really admire your stoicism in the face of adversity, by the way.

i can’t imagine anything would scare you.

you’re the one person who actually seems to give a shit.

what did you see in me?

there are a surprising number of decent people in this horror story.

i’m not the grand villain in this story. sorry to disappoint.

no one is prepared for something like that.

you must have been a person once.

curiosity has its consequences.

information is a lovely gift.

you’ve kept me normal.

i’ve been waiting for you, you know.

have you ever loved someone so much that you’d do anything?

names are so important and powerful and frightening.

you’re a very bad patient, you know that?

you don’t exactly have the best bedside manner.

did you have good and safe and wonderful dreams?

you could tell me a story.

are you going to keep being weird?

i’m officially done with cryptic shit.

we’re safe now. alright?

tell it however you want to. it’s your story.

what’s your favorite album? or your favorite movie?

now you’re just being mean.

are you starting to remember?

sacrifice is the only currency anywhere.

don’t kill anyone without asking first.

you’re a pretty good hugger. i’m surprised.

you’re doing great. i’m really proud of you.

if there’s anything i’m good at, it’s making fun of rich people.

i have never once lied to you.

i don’t know if you’re good, but you’re a good friend.

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dark dive.

dialogue prompts from dark dive by andrew mayne.

i can tell there's a lot more to this.

return a call, would you?

you know who you are and what makes you happy.

if you ever want any bad advice, you know you can come to me.

are you happy?

you haven't called me ____ in a while.

you have no idea how proud you make me.

sometimes people don't want to be found.

you were there when it counted. you always are.

you don't believe in monsters, do you?

how much more trouble can i get into?

what the hell did you get yourself into?

how did you find this place?

i never asked. maybe i should have.

do you believe half the shit that comes out of your mouth?

i don't want any surprises.

i knew one day, somebody would come asking.

it's time for a reckoning.

you're a slippery bastard, i'll give you that.

come on. somebody knows something.

you must be playing dumb.

from this point on, there's no going back.

you can get into most places with a screwdriver and five minutes of youtube instruction.

i have something i want to show you.

this almost never happens.

have you ever been out here after dark?

you don't strike me as the supernatural type.

i want to hear what you believe.

i didn't even get into the really weird stuff.

desperate means dangerous.

just keep doing what you're doing.

everyone is suspicious to me.

i get the sense you're not being challenged enough.

i only trust the ones who know when i need saving.

i have many eggs in many baskets.

what does your gut tell you?

don't tell anyone yet. it's complicated.

if anything weird happens, just get the hell out of here.

it ain't pretty, but you're going to be fine.

i need you to shut the fuck up.

it's all wrong. nothing has been like we thought.

aren't you supposed to be convalescing?

you're smart, but you're not as smart as you think you are.

a lot of things could go wrong with that plan.

you're driving now?

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aren’t you the guy from fortnite

what the hell is fortnite.