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Leon: I'm a monster!
Luis [a monster fucker]:
(more mutation AU)
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I wrote an on base pre cure segment of the zombie Leon au @polarspaz in my headcannon Krauser was the reason Leon lost half of his face. So it makes it worse because it was pre RE4 and the governments fault. I just really wanted the gang to be able to read Leon’s body language
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Grace didn’t expect Leon to growl at her again when she approached him with a cure. Leon who had nearly cried over the corpses of dead zombies in the silence of the lab.
“I’m not as far from them as I wish I were.” Echoed in Grace’s mind as she waited for Gideon’s approach. Why didn’t Leon want to take the cure?
Leon had a fight to deal with before she could find that out. A fight that Leon won.
She smuggled the cure out with her when Leon finally completed his battle. As many injectors as she could- as much information as she could stick onto a thumb drive. Leon still needed to be cured right?
Leon had been texting following their rescue. He was smiling at his phone. Was it a girlfriend? Wife? Could he even get married?
He had walked over to Grace followed by an agent. No notebook in hand. However, Leon had his gloves off. As he started to sign at the agent.
“Sorry if I scared you but now isn’t the place to cure me.”
“Why?” Grace mumbled looking between Leon and the agent.
“It’s okay you can look at me as in Leon.” Leon smiled as the man translated the ASL. “He’s just here to translate.”
Grace nodded.
“All of my injuries have a long healing process.”
“From today.”
“No.” Leon paused reaching for the strap on his mask. “See this.”
Half of his mouth was missing. Holy shit. Within seconds Leon had the mask back on. He looked disoriented.
“I’m not saying that Leon.”
Leon rolled his eyes. And signed at the translator again.
“Leon has trouble when he takes off his mask. He starts to crave flesh. So he can’t leave it off long.”
“Oh.”
Leon sat down next to Grace as he waited for the DSO rescue. He grabbed his notebook, and started to doodle. It was Emily, the big Emily. Grace was unfocused, glassy eyed and a little bit sick of zombies at that point. Not Leon, but everything else. He put next to the drawing a note ‘no vitals hit.’
They could save Emily but would need a good medic.
——
Rebecca arrived at the DSO office with most of the raccoon city survivors. Leon was sat on a computer not doing much of anything but trying to look useful. They had called for someone who understood the T-virus to have a look at Leon. Going in with a cure meant potentially killing Leon.
“We’d need a good surgeon to give him the cure.”
Leon’s eyes narrowed. A surprised noise came from his mouth.
“It’s your face, we’d probably need to give you a skin graft.”
He touched the mask on the side of his face. ‘How long would it take to recover?”
“I don’t know Leon. But come on it’s a cure, after all this time.”
Leon hummed low. Before looking over to his fellow survivors. “Guess my modelling career’s over then.” He signed.
They’d need to find a good surgeon, willing to operate on Leon post turning back. He’d likely need a blood transfusion, nutrient shots before and after. Government approval.
“That’s a big shopping list.” He signed to Rebecca.
“It’s for you, curing you safely is going to be complicated.”
Leon hummed, his face dropped.
“Why do you look so upset?”
Leon was never one to talk about his emotions. Unfortunately for him he was surrounded by people who were happy to read him.
“Listen I know you’re upset that those zombies at the medical centre could’ve been cured but they might’ve been too far gone.”
“I killed them Rebecca.”
“They would’ve done a lot more to you.”
Leon looked Rebecca in the eyes.
“To Grace.”
Later on in the day Rebecca had been making calls. Leon, Grace, Chris and Claire were playing Mariokart. Emily had fallen asleep on the sofa. She was very timid around Leon for obvious reasons. Leon hoped the cure would help her get at least a little used to him.
“Wow Claire you’re so good at the bikes.” Grace said from her 7th place position.
“You should see me in real life Claire chuckled.”
“So who’s better me or Leon.”
“Me. Who do you think made him want to ride one in the first place.”
Leon growled lowly.
“Yeah we get it, but no I’d still beat you in a race.”
I got really inspired by @polarspaz ‘s zombie Leon au. So here’s a kinda fic about the lead up to requiem. I really like the idea that zombie Leon can’t talk and no matter how much he works on ASL there’s just some people who he has to struggle with like when he did in Raccoon City. I have a post requiem in mind. Mainly because I want to write zombie Leon being understood by Sherry/the others through mostly body language cues and the little noises he makes when he’s not using ASL in front of Grace. Maybe they don’t cure him until he’s in a sterile environment because he probably needs a skin graft or something.
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Leon could only cry in pain when the bullet pierced his right arm, luckily only skimming it. Maybe? He didn’t really have the brainpower to figure out if he could heal long term. All he knew is that it hurt.
“Claire no!” Sherry cried tugging at Claire’s arms which prevented her firing again. “He’s friendly.”
Once Claire had lowered her weapon Sherry ran in between the two adults. Leon tilted his head. How could he show he wasn’t a threat. He’d just saved the pair of them from Birkin.
“Sherry sweetie. Whoever was there before isn’t anymore.” Claire looked directly into Leon’s eyes as she said it.
Leon started to dig through his pockets. Come on a pen and paper. Anything.
His reporters notebook! That would do. “Stop!” He wrote in big letters. “Not hurty! Help me!”
Claire lowered her gun. The zombie wrote. He heard about them talking. Like death echoes. But writing. That was unusual.
“When did you get bitten?” Claire spoke dragging Sherry behind her.
Leon pulled a page out his notebook. ‘Yesterday!!!’ He wrote massive across the page. ‘I met Sherry today.’
Claire looked between the zombie and Sherry who was trying to push past her. He seemed cognitive enough. He knew he couldn’t talk.
“You did save us. Fine. But one wrong move and I shoot.”
Leon nodded.
The walk out of Raccoon City started with Leon walking a few paces ahead of the two girls. Sometimes the zombie would stumble over his feet and Claire reached for her gun. But when a passing truck came Leon reached for his gun. Almost as if the creature was trying to protect them. A few hours in Claire noticed Leon wincing at his arm. Guilt pierced her heart when they had stopped for a break. It needed bandaging.
“Here.” She walked over to the zombie with a bandage but Leon growled at her. “LEON.”
Fuck. He grabbed his notebook, the pages thinning out. “I bandage?” He tilted his head. “Blood might be a biohazard.”
Oh. Claire thought to herself. Leon looked like he surprised himself by growling.
The walk back to civilisation took them days. Raccoon city was so isolated that it was almost lucky for the world that the outbreak happened there. Unfortunately, it did mean that the group had to camp out. The first night, Sherry had fallen asleep in Leon’s arms. Claire had stared at the pair for hours before she couldn’t resist sleeping any longer. Leon was a lot noisier in his sleep than he was awake, growling, and grunting. It didn’t help that he’d gone notebook quiet too, being low on pages.
Claire did the talking when they reached a hotel. She needed to find Chris but couldn’t leave Leon or Sherry. When they got into the hotel room, 2 single beds and a sofa bed that Leon had insisted that he took. Claire threw a new notebook, and some decent shampoo onto Leon’s bed.
“Go shower. Please. You’ve got pretty hair don’t ruin it.”
Leon made a noise that sounded like a laugh.
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Those 28 years felt like an eternity. Sherry thought to herself as she looked at the photos on her desk of her, Leon and Jake. Since Hunnigans’ retirement Sherry was in charge of Leon dispatch (plus she could kind of make sense of the zombie’s grunts and growls). Leon would be coming in soon, there were some interesting new developments in the Midwest.
As if on cue, Leon walked through the door to Sherry’s office. His translator following a few steps behind. They were all so scared of him. Nobody would dare touch him. Or smile at him. Or make eye contact. When Sherry had the chance she (like many of Leon’s friends) would give the 50 year old the attention nobody else would dare to go near him with.
“We won’t need translation.” Sherry spoke to the staff member.
“But I’ve been asked to provide it everywhere.”
“This is a classified conversation. Please give us time.”
The translator stepped out. And Leon made a grunting noise as he pulled up a chair.
“I can’t tell if that’s an old guy grunt or a zombie grunt.”
Leon let out a louder sigh then signed ‘can it be a hello?’
“It was an old guy grunt.” Sherry noticed Leon was struggling a little to pull up the chair properly. His face wincing behind his mask. “Are you okay. Your arm giving you trouble.”
‘Don’t feel bad about it, don’t tell Claire.’
Sherry stood to give Leon a hug. Same thing she did when she saw Leon for the first time in years and found out he was missing half of his mouth. Leon had decided instead to sit in his chair. Straight to business. He always was when it came to a cure for Sherry’s predicament.
“I need you to go to a hotel in the Midwest. There’s been an interesting predicament.”
Leon cocked his head.
“Bruises like you know what. On corpses Leon.”
Leon’s eyes narrowed.
“I need you to get there urgently, I don’t know how much time I have left.”
A zombie in a Porsche was a funny sight. But Leon was paid too much and he didn’t really have to pay to live at a DSO base. So an expensive car it was. Plus it was armoured. He pulled up his car outside the hotel.
———
Meeting new people was always difficult for the older zombie. Must’ve been something about his face. As he shot at the tall zombie, all he had was to hope and pray that the girl understood ASL. And could look at him long enough to listen. At least she had the sense to run back into the light. Leon pulled out his badge. He signed that he couldn’t speak.
Throughout panicked panting the girl introduced herself. “Grace Ashcroft, FBI.”
Leon signed. ‘Why are you here.’
“I was kidnapped. I think that’s what you’re saying.”
Leon stepped a bit further towards Grace. His dead eyes illuminated by the care centre lights.
“No.” Grace stumbled back. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Old fashioned way Leon mumbled to his self in his mind. It probably just came out as a low nonsensical mumble. He pulled out his notebook and slid a piece of paper to Grace.
“You’ve been like this nearly 30 years.”
Leon nodded.
He was about to walk towards the girl when the gate slammed shut. Shit. He pulled on the metal and motioned. Passing Grace his requiem pistol.
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this post is the equivalent of a newspaper from the day of the outbreak being blown past by the wind after you wake up in a post apocalyptic world
Harry Potter is trending at #1 on tumblr so I thought I’d take the opportunity to say fuck JKR, fuck transphobes, fuck her stupid books, her theme park, her endless landfill fodder merch slop, and her fucking castle on a hill. Read another book yall!! Read another book!!!!!!!
zombie-leon au where claire meets him a bit too late, but he isn’t hostile
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Advanced apologies for if you haven't had time to think of any of this yet.
Next to Leon, Ethan is one of my favorite protags. Do you have any plans for him yet? (Even vauge ones would be amazing, been just eating up ur au lol). Im a particuler fan of him just being insanely uncanny. Even more-over, do they figure out he's undead immedietly, or later?
So right after defeating mother Miranda, Ethan knows he's on the verge of death. He can feel himself slipping away as he cradles Rosemary gently in his arms, his vision fraying at the edges as his breathing becomes shallow. His daughter wiggles in his hold, alive and whole, and Ethan can't bear to part from her again after just getting her back.
So instead of slipping, he holds on to any spark of life he can muster, and rather than die, Ethan de-evolves into a creature that looks similar to a Molded. Most of his body mass dies off too, his legs and arm crumbling into dust, but he's still alive, and he's still Ethan.
He never let's go of his daughter, even when Leon and Chris drag him out of the lingering chaos and back to the base in Alaska. There it's decided that Ethan and Rosemary will move in, considering it's the safest place for them now after everything that's happened.
((Ethan now has to spend his time recovering while taking care of his daughter. He's in a fragile state and has to regrow most of his body mass, so food and water are a must. Ethan 'eats' by simply touching food. When he touches it, it rapidly decomposes as it's nutrients are absorbed into his body, leaving behind only tiny crumbs.))
((Rosemary still recognizes her dad, even in the state he's in. Ethan actually has a chance of looking completely normal when he's finally recovered enough and learned how to properly manipulate the mold in his body into a human shape. When Ethan does get to this state, he actually has a really hard time replicating his face, so sometimes it just looks like a blank fleshy mass with no features.))
((Ethan doesn't go on missions, but if Chris and Leon need backup, he won't hesitate to go out and help them.))
Rose needs at least an online tutor to help her with her education at age 5. She’s been mostly educated by people on the base and even though the scientists are smart they aren’t teachers.
“Okay so the tutor wants to have a video call with Rose’s parent.” Chris said to Leon as they sparred in the training room.
“Ethan? That’s no problem.”
“No problem?” Chris repeated
“What’s the issue?”
“Does Ethan have a face today?”
“Shit.”
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I’m also thinking about little baby rose and little baby marco from the earlier part in the au but realistically they’re probably like 15 years apart but like imagine “girl dad” Leon trying to deal with two babies who don’t understand he’s supposed to be a “scary” bug monster.
Started watching Jacksepticeye's playthrough of the new Resident Evil, and I don't know who's more in love with Leon, me or Sean.
his face changed so quickly
their asses are NOT humans
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Playing as Grace in re9 put into perspective how much of a crazy ass bitch Ethan Winters had to be to do what he did
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Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.
Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going
@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.
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Reading your tag made me laugh out loud. It’s like two old friends unexpectedly stopped by your porch for a quick visit. XD
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With its recent release I’d love to see your take on how plaga infected Leon deals with the events of Resident Evil Requiem. Does the plaga keep him safe from the effects of latent onset T-virus syndrome, and how do the fights against victor and hunk go?
I know very little about the plot to RE 9, but I know enough to tell you some stuff.
Essentially the dormant T-virus cells in Leon's blood start to awaken, and the Plaga starts to loose control over Leon's body. At first the bug tries to suppress the virus, but it's too overwhelming and the Plaga realizes it has to prioritize all it's energy in keeping Leon's mind stable instead.
So during RE9, Leon is slowly mutating even more, starting to resemble a Licker more than a bug. At the peak of the mutation, Leon cannot even speak, and the virus has taken his eyesight, forcing him to have to depend on the Plaga's instincts to guide him. Yet even at this point Leon retains him mind. This what he looks like ->
Thankfully with Grace's help, Leon gets the antiviral and Plaga is able to wrestle to T-virus back into submission and transform Leon back into their normal mutated form. Leon can't believe how relieved he is about that too, the irony.
Imagine you're Grace. You're about to get eaten by an enormous baby doll-lookin thing. Somebody saves your life and shoots it in the face like six times. You turn to look at your savior, and it's a 9-ft tall bug monster, and he has a gun and he keeps saying these shitty little one-liners with his fucking mandibles. Also, his jacket looks sick as fuck. You look outside. His Porsche is customized to accommodate his size.
What do you do?