Dominique

I believe in Truth, Beauty, Freedom and above all things, Love

[carefulzombie]

it would be so funny if/when dw comes back they simply never address the billie piper cliffhanger

[rann-poisoncage]

wanted to draw that Hannan/Vaelus moment+Katt, but I needed to draw hannan and there is so few references of him so I decided to draw my own, then got too tired to draw the rest XD...

[depsidase]

[displeasedwolf]

this is the vibe i bring to the party actually

[laterkiss]

happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

[lissziesanart]

Leon is too clingy during renovation at their apartment lmao

Mini comic with Cleon 🥰

[choupette-stairo]

Imagine helping Leon shave his stubble.

“Why do we have to do this?” he spoke, sitting on the toilet seat with you on his lap. You gently slid the razor against his foamed skin, making sure not to nick him. “It won’t kill you to shave every now and then, sweetheart. You’re a hot, old man, not a hot, old man,” you scoffed. “Besides, I don’t want it getting too long. I like the stubble,” you angled the razor again.

“Of course you do,” he grumbled. You gave him a grin and pecked his lips, sipping off the excess shaving cream. “We’re done. Look at you! All so smooth and young again,” you cupped his cheeks, pinching them teasingly. He glanced at himself in the mirror, a new, anxious glint in his eyes.

You sighed and your smile became reassuring and sympathetic, “We can’t change the past, Leon. Though, you can’t keep running from it either.” You redirected his focus to you, “I get why you don’t like it.”

He scoffed, “And why don’t I like it?”

You frowned.

“Because you still see the twenty-one year old back in Raccoon City in the mirror.”

He paused at your words. They had hit him deep within. Grazing a hatchet he claimed he had buried decades ago.

Sighing, you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pressed your forehead against his back. You stood there quietly, hugging and giving him comfort before speaking, “You can’t hide from yourself, Leon.”

You felt his hands shakily cradle yours, silently keeping you there, “I want to. I really fucking want to.” Your grip tightened around him as you listened. “I know I can’t,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against him. “I’m here for you. I’m always here for you, sweetheart,” you mumbled reassuringly.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Leon shakily stared at the ruins of RPD in front of him, hearing your words echo through his mind like a constant chime. The past was hitting him hard, and you weren’t there to physically talk him through it.

His hand shakily dug into his pocket, staring at a crinkled photo of you two together. His breathing evened out as tension turned into determination. He wasn’t going to give up now.

He was going to come back to you. Even if it meant chasing his past to hold you again.

[menmadeofwarninglabels]

No one talks enough about Leon Kennedy's hands.

The scars. The veins. The roughness across his knuckles from hundreds of punches.

This is a man who has broken bones, kicked through doors, reloaded weapons under pressure, and yet somehow his fingers would curl around your jaw like you're made of glass.

Thumb brushing your lower lip.

Eyes half lidded.

Like he's trying very hard not to do something selfish.

Leon is the kind of man who touches you like restraint is physically painful.

[menmadeofwarninglabels]

leon kennedy in tactical gear is what people expect

The chest harness, the black gloves, the thigh holster

leon kennedy awake in your kitchen before you've even finished making coffee is what ruins you permanently

barefoot

half awake

leaning on the counter

muttering something soft and unfairly gentle under his breath

“Mmm…smells good in here, sweetheart”

like surviving nightmares never stopped him from learning how to be domestic

and the worst part is how he makes it feel like this version of him has always existed

and has just been waiting to happen in someone’s kitchen

[menmadeofwarninglabels]

Leon gets more irritable when he's worried.

Shorter answers, firmer hands, tighter jaw.

You almost prefer when he's sarcastic because silent Leon means he's imagining everything that could've happened to you.

You know it'll take him hours to get over that.

[menmadeofwarninglabels]

Jealous Leon Drabble

Leon Kennedy who doesn't get jealous often because he doesn't think he has the right.

Until he catches some guy leaning too close to you.

And it's subtle at first. A hand on the small of your back. That hand beginning to slide down.

Leon appearing at your shoulder.

His voice low. "You ready to go?"

Not are you having fun? Not who's this?

You blink at him. The stranger blinks at him.

And Leon gives him this polite little smile that somehow feels like a threat.

His hand settles on your waist, leaving no room for the handsy stranger. He's firm. Possessive. He doesn't make a scene, but he's made his point.

Later, in the car, when you ask if he was jealous, he keeps his eyes on the road.

His jaw is tight.

"Didn't like the way he looked at you."

[elliesmoth]

He's so beautiful, I can't

[menmadeofwarninglabels]

In honor of my reblog of Leon's chest hair

older leon kennedy who’s exhausted and broad and built like a man who stopped caring years ago about whether he looked intimidating to people or not

and one night you’re half asleep against him on the couch when his shirt shifts just enough for you to notice the soft trail of chest hair disappearing beneath the collar

and god

it does something genuinely chemical to you

because leon isn’t polished

he’s not curated

he’s warm skin and rough hands and old scars and the quiet masculinity of a man who’s lived in his body instead of performing it

you touch his chest absentmindedly once while he’s talking

just a tiny drag of your fingertips through the hair there

and he stops midsentence

completely

his eyes drop to your hand

then slowly lift back to your face

“…you doin’ that on purpose?” he asks, voice suddenly rougher than before

you smile innocently and do it again

and leon actually closes his eyes for a second like he’s gathering himself spiritually

because the thing about him is that he can survive gunfights and bioweapons and government collapse

but the woman he loves touching his bare chest affectionately while looking at him like he hung the moon?

that man is finished

[sunflowersosa]

Nigerian Pride 🏳️‍🌈🇳🇬

I meant to have this out yesterday. Happy belated pride. :)

[aromanticduck]

No, I would not steal a car. However, if I had the ability to create a copy of someone's car that I could have for free while the other person retained their original car, I would definitely do that.

[kingcatnine]

we need to instill a new storytelling rule of thumb into people called "show don't tweet" where we encourage them to put all pertinent canon information into the actual story and its official supplemental material instead of using reddit AMAs as lore dlcs

[parkchanwoohoo]

No I think it's really great when a friend group of approximately twenty seven individuals spread out in the sidewalk as they walk so nobody has to walk behind the group. There's nothing better than when I'm trying to get home and I see the tableau of Jesus at the Last Supper gliding towards me like Jamiroquai in the Virtual Insanity music video and I have to decide who has the narrowest frame that I can shoulder-check my way past

[imjunebitch]

actually fucking disgusting that glasses cost any money like if you actually think about it for more than a few seconds it is so unconscionably inhumane. this goes for things like insulin and mobility aids and hearing aids too ofc but fuck man, fucking glasses? the thing you need to fucking see? its genuinely sickening and inhumanly evil that those cost ANYTHING.