My art is really about feelings โ especially that kind of quiet yearning. I love drawing moments that feel like something more is going on beneath the surface, where a look, a gesture, or a tiny detail can hint at a bigger story. Most of the time, the piece is just a small snapshot of that story, and I like writing a bit of fanfiction in the description to expand on it.
Of course I enjoy drawing other kinds of things too! But I always find myself coming back to emotional moments and storytelling the most. Thanks for being here and taking a look at my work.
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Every year, whenever he managed to squeeze a few days off, Leon made sure to visit Claire. Despite their hectic schedules, it was easy to justify their visits. However, lately, their schedules seemed to be constantly misaligned. Claire was always occupiedโchasing leads, helping people, diving headfirst into problems that had nothing to do with her because someone had to take action.
Leon wasnโt much better.
Most of the time, he had no idea where heโd be next week. He yearned for more time with herโmore mornings spent drinking terrible coffee in her kitchen, more evenings listening to her rant about motorcycles or whatever reckless adventure sheโd gotten herself into lately.
But wishing didnโt change much. So whenever he could, he visited. Sometimes, Claire wasnโt even home. Those visits usually ended with him stopping by Jillโs apartment. Jill Valentine had agreed to look after Cowboy whenever Claire was away, which meant Leon eventually got to know her too.
At this point, their routine had become almost predictable. Leon would arrive, Cowboy would freak out for about five seconds, and then immediately remember there were more pressing matters demanding his attention.
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Today Jill had asked him to watch Cowboy for a few hours while she handled something across town. Leon hadnโt seen Claire in over a month, not that he was counting. Cowboy sat beside the apartment door, ears perked up, waiting.
For Jill, maybe.
For Claire, probably.
For anyone else, apparently.
Leon leaned against the wall beside him. โYou miss Claire, bud?โ
Cowboy glanced at him, then gave him a look.
Leon frowned. โWow. Okay.โ
Nothing. Not even a courtesy tail wag. Then he remembered something. A few months ago, he had been sitting in Claireโs kitchen when he had noticed her talking to Cowboy in a way that initially struck him as absurd. She kept referring to herself as Mama.
At first, Leon thought it was a joke. Then, he noticed Cowboy reacting every time she said it. The dog didnโt know who Claire was. To Cowboy, she wasnโt Claire; she was Mama. The moment someone uttered the word, his ears would perk up, his tail would wag, and heโd immediately become attentive. Leon had laughed so hard that day that he nearly choked on his coffee.ย
Afterward, he tested it himself. โMamaโs gonna be home soon.โ
Cowboy had practically launched himself across the room.
At the time, it had been amusing however, it was becoming a problem because Cowboy only seemed interested when Claire was called Mama, and there was absolutely no way Leon was ever going to get comfortable saying that out loudโnot without feeling completely ridiculous. Cowboy let out a soft whine and shifted closer to the door.
Leon sighed. โClaireโs gonna be home soon.โ
Nothing...Cowboy didnโt even acknowledge him.
Leon pinched the bridge of his nose. โThis is humiliating.โ
Cowboy remained thoroughly unimpressed. Another minute passed, Cowboy adjusted his position but never took his eyes off the door.
Waiting.
Leon stared at him.
Cowboy stared at the door.
The standoff continued.
Finally, Leon caved. โMamaโs gonna be home soon.โ
Cowboyโs head snapped around so quickly that Leon was genuinely concerned for his neck. His tail immediately started wagging against the floor.
Leon groaned and let his forehead fall against the wall. โYeah, okay. Thatโs embarrassing.โ
Cowboy barked happily.
Leon lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at the dog. For a second, he swore Cowboy looked smug. And somehow, that felt exactly like something Claireโs dog would do, exactly like his mama.
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After the events of Raccoon City, the three of them had been staying in a small roadside motel, waiting for the government to pick them up and for the chaos outside to settle. The room was cramped, and Claire couldn't help but notice how restless Sherry had become. A kid her age wasn't meant to spend her days staring at faded wallpaper and a flickering television.
One afternoon, while Sherry was taking a nap, Claire quietly pulled Leon aside.
"Come on. We're going shopping." Claire said as she made sure Sherry slept soundly before they go out.
Leon blinked. "Shopping? Where?"
"A mall a few blocks from here."
He followed without questioning it.
Claire smiled to herself. "I just... want to take Sherry somewhere nice. After everything that's happened, she deserves a reason to smile."
Her thoughts drifted to Chris. When they were kids, he would always find some excuse to take her out whenever life got difficult. Even something as simple as ice cream or a new jacket always made the world feel a little lighter.
"I figured we could get her a cute outfit," Claire said, already browsing the racks. "Besides, we could all use some presentable clothes."
Leon glanced down at his bloodstained jacket and laughed.
"Yeah... that's probably a good idea."
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When Sherry woke up, Claire was already brushing her hair. "Where are we going?" she asked sleepily.
Claire couldn't hide her grin. "There's a zoo nearby."
Sherry's eyes widened. "Really?"
She looked around the room. "Where's Leon?"
As if on cue, the motel door swung open.Leon stepped inside, holding up a neatly folded outfit Claire had picked out. "I think this belongs to you."
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They wandered through the zoo, stopping at every exhibit Sherry wanted to see. She laughed at the monkeys, stared in amazement at the elephants, and insisted on reading every information sign she could find.
Claire watched her with a soft smile.
"It's all uphill from here," Claire said hopefully as she watched Sherry standing in front of the giraffe enclosure, completely captivated.
Leon glanced at her. "You really believe that?"
Claire's gaze lingered on Sherry before drifting to the clear blue sky. She thought of Chris. Of scraped knees, reassuring hands, and the unwavering belief that no matter how hard things became, he would always be there to catch her. Chris had always been her rock.
Watching Sherry laugh, Claire made a quiet promise to herself. She would be that same steady presence for Sherry just as Chris had always been for her.
"I know it," she answered quietly.
Leon watched he for a moment.
He didn't know what memories were running through her mind, but he could see the certainty in her eyes.
If Claire was determined to become Sherry's rock, then he would become their wings. Not his own wings, but Claire'sโto help them reach the future Claire believed in so fiercely. To push against the wind when they couldn't, and to remind them that freedom was always somewhere beyond the horizon.
Family Day | ft. Sherry, Annette & William Birkin (Commissioned)
Story below โจ
Before the Events of RE2R
Sherry hesitated.
The permission slip sat on her desk long after everyone else had already put theirs awayโFamily DayโMost of her classmates had been excited when the teacher handed them out. They'd immediately started talking about what games they would play and what they wanted to show them.
On the other hand, Sherry had stayed quiet.
She folded the form neatly and tucked it into her backpack. There wasn't a point in asking when she already knew the answer.
After school, the company driver picked her up as usual. The ride to the NEST facility felt familiar enough that she barely looked out the window anymore. The security guards knew her. The researchers knew her. Even the reception staff greeted her by name.
By the time she arrived, someone was already waiting to guide her to the designated playroom. The room was filled with books, toys, and puzzles meant to keep her occupied while her parents worked.
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The hours passed quietly.
Around five o'clock, Annette finally stepped away from her work. She walked through the hallway, reviewing notes in her head when she noticed a familiar backpack resting beside the door.
It's three days since she'd properly seen her daughter. Longer since she'd had an actual conversation with William that wasn't work-related. The realization left a bitter taste she wasn't expecting.
She crouched down and adjusted the small plush toy hanging from the zipper. Hidden inside was a GPS tracker she'd installed years agoโIt had shifted slightly.
As she fixed it, a folded paper slipped from the side pocket.
Annette caught it before it hit the floor. As her eyes skimmed over the form the words 'Family Day.' and the date caught her eye, it was next week.
She already had business scheduled around that areaโan inspection at the orphanage, a few errands for Umbrella. Attending would be plausible. But as she looked at the form, she knew that wasn't really why she was considering it.
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She found Sherry in the playroom, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a coloring book. As the door opened Sherry immediately looked up at her with a smile seeing her mother for the first time in days.
"Sherry." Annette said as she took out the permission slip from Sherry's bag. "You forgot to show me this."
Sherry froze. "Oh."
The excitement that had appeared on Sherry's face disappeared just as quickly.
"It's okay," she said quietly. "You don't have to go." she said her gaze darting to the side so her mother can't see her mask her disappointment.
Annette's expression softened, almost immediately. "Your father and I will be there."
For a second Sherry looked genuinely confused. Then her eyes widened.
"Really?" she asked as she twiddle her thumbs together sheepishly her tone hopeful.
"Really." Annette repeated firmly
The smile that spread across Sherry's face was brighter than Annette had seen in a long time. Before she could stop herself, Sherry jumped up and threw her arms around Annette. The hug only lasted a moment before she pulled away, embarrassed. But she couldn't stop smiling.
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The following week became, in Sherry's opinion, the best day ever.
Both of her parents cameโNot one of them. Both.
William looked mildly uncomfortable around the other families and spent most of the afternoon standing awkwardly beside Annette. But every time Sherry tugged on his sleeve to show him something, he followed without complaint as a smile forms on his face. While Annette watched her daughter run from activity to activity with more energy than she'd seen in months.
It wasn't a perfect day.
William still checked his watch.
Annette still thought about work.
But every time Sherry laughed, they found themselves staying a little longer.
And for a few precious hours, they were simply a family.
Sherry would remember that day for the rest of her life. Not knowing it would be one of the last happy memories they would ever share together. But that was a sorrow for another day.
For now, the Birkins sat together beneath the afternoon sun, listening to Sherry excitedly tell them about her classmates. And for one small moment, everything was exactly as it should have been.
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Family Day with the Birkin's Commissioned by @lapauguillen on insta!
Warnings: fluff, comfort, married life, parenthood
D: Felix, the male twin of the Redfield-Kennedy couple, seems to have inherited his father's insomnia, and when the little one hasn't slept, he's uncomfortable and just wants his mother, so when Claire Redfield hands Leon over the baby, Felix doesn't agree with the change, or rather... with his father.
Mentions: honorable mention to the one and only @vmddrawing who made this wonderful drawing, and in fact, the twins are from her own Cleon story, so if you're interested and you want to see more drawings, you should go follow her ๐น
The morning slips in slowly through the window, pouring a soft golde light into the still, quiet room. Everything feels calm, except for one small detail.
Felix Alexander Redfield-Kennedy.
The male twin of the Redfield-Kennedy marriage.
Claire Redfield holds him in her arms, gently rocking him as she walks back and forth.
His eyes are wide open, big and curious, with a serious expression that seems far too mature for someone so small. He has barely slept all night.
โShhโฆ itโs okay, sweetheartโฆโ Claire murmurs with a tired smile, brushing a small strand of hair away from his forehead.
Felix doesnโt cry. He never cries without a reason. But his look says everything: heโs tired, uncomfortable, and clearly not happy about the fact that he seems to have inherited his fatherโs insomnia.
From the doorway, Leon Kennedy watches the scene.
Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, he canโt help but smile. Thereโs something about the way Claire holds the baby, about how she speaks to him with endless patience, that completely captivates him.
โI could get used to this,โ he says softly.
Claire looks up, raising an eyebrow with a small smile.
โTo not sleep?โ
โTo watch you like this.โ
Felix slowly turns his head towards Leon and looks at him.
Not just any look. Itโs serious, steady, definitely judging.
Leon freezes
โOkayโฆ thatโs new,โ he murmurs. โIs he judging me?โ
Claire lets out a soft laugh.
โAlways. Like Chris did.โ
Leon steps a little closer, careful, like he doesnโt want to scare the tiny little menace.
โHeyโฆโ he says softly, leaning closer to Felix. โItโs me, remember? Your amazing father, the one you got that judging look from.โ
Felix doesnโt look away, he just blinks and tilts his head just a little. Still watching.
Leon tilts his head too, just like the little one.
โHeโs definitely judging me.โ
โLike father, like son,โ Claire smiles and turns towards the closet. โI need a shower before I fall asleep standing,โ she says as she starts looking for clothes.
She adjusts Felix in her arms without thinking, still rocking him gently.
Exactly as she did years ago with Leon when he was broken and dependent on alcohol.
Leon watches her again.
That mix of routine and tenderness pulls him in just like before.
โYou should rest more,โ he says, softer now.
โI willโฆ in another life,โ Claire replies, half joking.
She finds what she needs: a T-shirt, which is obviously not hers, comfortable pants, and leaves them on the bed.
Then she turns to Leon.
โHeyโฆ can you take Felix for a moment? Penny is still asleep, soโฆโ
Leon nods without hesitation.
โOf course.โ
He steps forward and holds out his arms.
Claire carefully hands Felix to him.
Felix changes arms and he goes still.
He doesnโt cry, he doesnโt complain.
Which is weird because he complains when heโs uncomfortable and hasnโt slept.
Felix just looks at Leon close.
Closer than before. His eyes studying his face like heโs trying to memorize it, his eyes, his expression, the way he holds himโฆ
Leon stays very still.
โOkayโฆ,โ he whispers. โThis is intense.โ
Claire smiles, watching them.
โHeโs studying you.โ
โFor what?โ
โTo decide if youโre worthy of holding him.โ
Leon lets out a small laugh.
โWell, I hope I pass.โ
Felix keeps looking, serious, calm.
Too calm.
And surprisingly, he stays like that.
Leon blinks, a little surprised.
โHeyโฆโ he murmurs. โI think he likes me.โ
Claire raises an eyebrow.
โDonโt get excited.โ
She walks toward the bathroom, but before going in, she turns one last time.
Felix is still in Leonโs arms. Watching.
โIโll be right back,โ she says.
And she goes inside. The door closes. The sound of running water fills the silence.
Leon looks down at Felix.
โWellโฆโ he says softly. โJust you and me, huh?โ
Felix blinks still watching him.
Leon smiles a little.
โItโs not that bad, right?โ
Felix doesnโt answer.
But he doesnโt protest either.
Leon starts rocking him gently, a bit more confident now.
โWe could get used to thisโฆโ
A few seconds pass.
Then two minutes.
Then a few more.
The sound of the shower continues.
And then, something changes.
Felix stops looking at Leon.
His eyes move, he searches.
He turns his head slightly.
Looks at the bathroom door.
Then around the room.
Blinks and frowns a little.
Leon notices.
โHeyโฆ itโs okayโฆโ
Felix looks at the door again and his breathing shifts slightly, so does his expression.
His lower lip trembles.
Leon tenses.
โNoโฆ no, noโฆ hold on, mommy won't be longโฆโ
Felix turns his head to where Claire was before.
She 's not there.
His frown deepens, and then, he makes a small pout.
A clear warning.
Leonโs eyes widen a little.
โNoโฆ donโt do itโฆโ
Felix lets out a small sound.
A complaint.
Not crying, but close.
Leon rocks him more.
โHeyโฆ look at me, look at meโฆ Iโm here tooโฆโ
Felix doesnโt want to look at him.
He keeps searching.
The door, the empty space.
His mother.
The pout gets bigger, more obvious.
And then it starts.
A small whine.
Then another.
And suddenly he bursts into tears.
Full of indignation.
Felix cries, turning his head, searching for Claire desperately, reaching his arms toward where she should be.
โHey! Iโm here! It 's me!โ Leon says, trying to calm him, rocking him awkwardly. โCome on, buddyโฆโ
But Felix is not interested, his crying gets louder, offended by the situation.
โThis is betrayal!โ Leon complaints.
Felix lets out another cry, burying his face into Leonโs shoulder, only to pull away, as if remembering itโs the wrong one.
โSheโs just in the bathroom, she didnโt disappearโฆโ
But for Felix, thatโs not enough.
His world is his mom.
His world is Claire.
And Claire is not there.
From the crib, thereโs movement.
Leon freezes again.
โNoโฆโ
Penelope moves.
โNo, pleaseโฆโ
She opens her eyes and the moment she sees Leon, she smiles.
A big, bright and toothless smile, like everything in life is wonderful.
โOf course,โ Leon mutters, resigned.
Penelope babbles happily, waving her arms, completely happy with anything.
Felix cries louder.
Leon looks at one, then at the other and sighs.
โOkayโฆ this got complicated.โ
The sound of the shower continues.
Claire hasnโt come out yet.
Len tries again with Felix, rocking him.
โCome onโฆ calm downโฆ sheโll be out soonโฆโ
But Felix doesnโt want to calm down.
He wants his mom.
Penelope lets out a happy little laugh.
Leon tilts his head back for a second.
โOne cries, the other laughsโฆ perfect balance,โ he murmurs.
He walks towards the crib, still holding Felix.
โHey, my little angelโฆ give meโฆ give me a couple of minutes, okay?โ
Penelope answers with another happy babble.
Felix shifts, uncomfortable.
Leon closes his eyes for a moment.
โOkayโฆโ he says, taking a deep breath. โWe can do this. Just a couple more minutesโ
Felix doesnโt seem convinced.
Penelope does.
The sound of the water stops.
For a second, everything itโs waiting.
Felix is still whimpering in Leonโs arms, small sobs like he refuses to calm down until things are right again.
Leon, already at his limit, looks at the bathroom door.
โPleaseโฆโ he murmurs. โCome back.โ
The door opens and Claire steps out, wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet, drops of water sliding down her neck. She barely takes a step when Felix sees her.
He freezes, his eyes widen.
And then, with a small sound between a whine and relief, he reaches for her.
Pure need.
Claire doesnโt hesitate. She walks straight to them and takes him into her arms in one smooth and natural movement.
โIโm here, my little rookieโฆโ she whispers, holding him closer to her chest.
Felix clings to her like heโll never let go again.
He curls into her, hiding his face in her neck, breathing in small, shaky sobs that slowly begin to fade. His little hands grip the towel tightly, making sure she doesnโt disappear again.
Claire gently rubs his back kissing his head.
โShhโฆ itโs okayโฆ I just left for a moment, youโre so dramaticโฆโ
Felix lets out one last tiny complaint, as if to make his point clear, but heโs no longer crying.
He calms down and stays pressed against her, at peace.
Beside her, Leon exhales like he just survived something.
โYouโre my savior.โ
Claire smiles, still rocking Felix.
โHe's like this because he barely slept,โ she says softly. โWhen heโs tired, he just wants me.โ
Leon looks at her for a moment, then steps closer.
Without saying anything, he wraps his arms around Claire from behind, resting his chin gently near her shoulder, careful not to bother Felix.
โWellโฆ me too,โ he murmurs.
Claire lets out a soft laugh.
โWhat a coincidence.โ
Felix, still curled against her, opens one eye and looks at Leon.
Serious.
But this time, he doesnโt protest, as if, for now, he accepts him.
โI think Iโm still on trial,โ Leon whispers.
โDefinitely.โ Claire replies.
And then-
โOoooohhhnnn!โ
They both look at the crib.
Penelope, fully awake, fully happy.
Waving her arms to the ceiling.
Leon sighs, but he smiles anyway.
โAlright, youโre coming with me.โ
He carefully steps away from Claire, walks to the crib, and picks her up.
โHi, my little angelโฆโ
Penelope immediately grabs his face.
โHey, wait-โ
Too late, she lunges forward and starts โkissingโ him.
Or more likeโฆ licking and chewing his face.
โHey! That's not-โ Leon tries to pull away, but she insists, happily covering him in drool. โOkay, okayโฆ I get itโฆโ
Penelope lets out a delighted babble, proud of herself.
Claire watches them, laughing softly, Felix still safe in her arms.
โSee?โ she says. โShe does love you.โ
Leon looks at her, his face slightly wet, expression defeated.
โYeahโฆ but I think sheโs trying to eat me.โ
Claire shakes her head, amused.
Felix, from the safety of her arms, watches everything quietly, calm, certain that his place is exactly where he is.
Meanwhile, Penelope keeps spreading love in her own way.
And Leon, trapped between the drool and laughter, just accepts his fate as her breakfast.
โCan I dress her today?โ he asks, excited.
Claire adjusts Felix in her arms.
โLet me guess, you want to put the blue dress on her, Am I wrong?โ
Leon looks up at Claire with a smile,
โYouโre not wrong,โ he says proudly. โBlue looks perfect on her.โ
Claire lets out a soft laugh, gently rocking Felix, who is now completely relaxed again.
โShe looks perfect in everything,โ she says. โBut that dress is the most uncomfortable one she has.โ
Leon frowns, looking at Penelope like heโs rethinking everything.
Penelope, meanwhile, tries to bite his chin.
โItโs not uncomfortable," he says, dodging another โkissโ attempt. โIt 's elegant.โ
โSheโs five months old, Leon.โ
โItโs never too early for style. We should already start getting them leather jackets. We canโt lose that essence.โ
Claire shakes her head, amused.
โAnd itโs too early for them to have a dramatic father.โ
Felix lets out a small sight, as if he were agreeing with his mother.
Leon glances at him.
โYou canโt have an opinion,โ he mutters. โFive minutes ago you were crying like I betrayed you.โ
Felix opens one eye, looks at him, serious, then closes it again.
Claire smiles.
โHeโs exhausted.โ
โJust like someone else I know,โ Leon says, looking at her.
Claire doesnโt answer, but her expression softens.
Penelope babbles again, pulling at Leonโs shirt.
โAlright, alright,โ he says, adjusting her. โLetโs get you dressed before you try to eat me again.โ
He walks to the changing table with her, she kicks happily, completely fine with anything as long as she gets attention.
Leon lays her down carefully and starts looking through her clothes.
He pulls out the blue dress with clear satisfaction.
โI knew Iโd find it.โ
Claire watches from the bed, now sitting down, with Felix finally asleep against her chest. Her fingers keep moving gently over his back, a soft and protective habit.
โYouโre impossible,โ she says, but her voice is full of love.
Leon smiles, focused on dressing Penelope.
โI know.โ
He tries to put the dress over her head and Penelope decides this is the perfect moment to move.
A lot.
โHey- no- stay still-โ Leon laughs quietly, struggling gently. โI need cooperation here, agent.โ
Penelope answers grabbing his nose.
โThatโs not cooperation,โ he says.
Claire watches, resting her head lightly against the wall, still smiling.
Felix sleeps and Penelope laughs,
Leon manages somehow and he gets the dress on, a bit crooked and he steps back to admire his work.
โPerfect.โ
Penelope babbles proudly.
โLook at that,โ Leon says, turning to Claire. โPerfection.โ
Claire raises an eyebrow.
โItโs backwards.โ
Leon blinks, looks at the dress and sighs.
โDetails.โ
Claire laughs quietly so she doesnโt wake Felix.
Leon fixes the dress properly this time and picks Penelope up again.
โNow itโs perfect,โ he says. โMuch better.โ
Penelope immediately goes for another โkissโ.
โNo- wait-โ too late again.
Claire watches them with that soft, calm look.
Sheโs tired, yes, but sheโs happy.
Leon walks back and sits next to her, Penelope in his arms.
For a moment, no one speaks.
Felix sleeps peacefully and Penelope plays with Leonโs shirt.
D: Leon Kennedy wakes up without Claire Redfield by his side; when he finds her in the kitchen, she admits she's afraid to tell her older and overprotective brother, Chris Redfield, that she's engaged. Leon comforts her by making breakfast and spending a quiet morning in the garden.
Word count: 2119
Songs: Margaret - Lana Del Rey; Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper.
Mentions: I want to thank my friend @vmddrawing because her wonderful drawings are my inspiration, and thank you for lending me our beloved Cowboy for this one.
Author's note: I'm sorry if there are any mistakes since English isn't my first language, but I still hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
ENJOYY!!!
The morning slips in softly through the window.
Itโs one of those quiet summer mornings where the wind is cool, and the sun is only just beginning its slow climb into the sky. Golden light filters through the thin curtains, spilling gently across the wooden floor.
The house is quiet.
Peaceful.
Except for the radio.
A low, old song hums quietly from the small radio resting on the kitchen counter, nothing loud, nothing demanding. Just soft music blending with the distant rustle of leaves outside and the steady sound of the coffee machine finishing its work.
Claire stands by the counter.
Her red hair falls loose over her shoulders, catching hints of gold where the sunlight reaches it. Sheโs wearing a t-shirt too big to be hers, the hem brushing against her thighs.
She leans her hip against the counter, one hand loosely wrapped around a warm mug as she looks out the window.
The trees sway gently.
The world feels slow for once.
Back in the bedroom, Leon is just beginning to wake.
Itโs not abrupt. Not the kind of sharp, alert awakening heโs used to.
Itโs slow, disoriented, as if he didn't want to wake up yet.
For a brief moment, he searches blindly through the sheets.
"Claireโฆ" he murmurs, voice rough, still caught between sleep and reality.
His hand drags over his face, fingers pressing into his eyes before he exhales and sits on the bed.
At the foot of the bed, Cowboy, Claireโs dog, is half-asleep.
The dog lifts his head, ears twitching at the sudden movement, eyes opening as he watches Leon with curiosity.
Leon notices him and huffs a quiet, tired breath of amusement.
"Heyโฆ morning, buddy," he mutters, reaching down to scratch behind his ears.
Cowboy leans into the touch immediately.
"You know where's your mom?" Leon asks, still half-asleep, his voice softer now.
The dog tilts his head for a second, then glances toward the open door.
Leon follows his gaze.
A small smile pulls at his lips.
"Yeahโฆ thought so."
He pats Cowboy one last time.
"Have I ever told you youโre the best?"
Cowboy simply exhales, satisfied, before hopping off the bed and heading out of the room like he has somewhere important to be.
Leon watches him go for half a second, then swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands.
No shirt. Just gray cotton sweatpants.
Still waking up.
Still slow.
But already moving toward her.
When Leon reaches the kitchen, he doesnโt step in right away.
He pauses in the doorway.
Leans his shoulder against the door frame.
Arms crossing over his chest.
And he just watches.
Claire is there, exactly where Cowboy had led him.
Sheโs crouched slightly, one hand running affectionately over the dogโs white fur as he leans into her like he hasnโt seen her in years. Her shirt slips further down her shoulder as she moves.
For a moment, he says nothing.
He just takes it in.
The light.
The music.
Her.
She doesnโt notice him.
She stands again, turning back to the counter to pour another cup of coffee, still half-lost in the calm of the morning, and then, she feels it.
Arms sliding around her waist from behind.
Warm.
Familiar.
Leon rests his chin on her shoulder.
Claire smiles instantly.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," she says softly.
Leon lets out a quiet breath against her neck.
"It should be illegal for you to get up without telling me."
"Well" she hums, handing him the cup she just poured, "someone has to make breakfast."
"And that someone should understand we have a day off." Leon mutters, noticing the report she had been glancing at.
Without hesitation, he reaches over and slides it away from her.
Claire exhales, letting her weight fall back slightly into him.
"Sorry, Iโm not very good at doing... nothing."
"Youโll survive. I believe in you."
He presses a slow kiss just below her ear.
Claire closes her eyes briefly.
Her hand drifts down, finding his, fingers brushing over the ring on his hand.
She fidgets with it.
Softly.
But enough.
Leon notices immediately.
"Heyโฆ" his voice shifts, softer, more attentive "whatโs going on, gorgeous?"
"Nothing, " she says too quickly, shaking her head.
Leon gently turns her in his arms, now sheโs facing him.
She avoids his gaze.
He lifts a hand, fingers brushing under her chin, guiding her to look at him.
"Claire."
She hesitates.
Then exhales.
"Itโs justโฆ all of this. The engagement. And now we have to tell Chrisโฆ and everyone else."
Leon cups her face with both hands.
"Claireโฆ Chris already knows weโre together. And he's had plenty of time to prepare for this news; it was bound to come to him someday, and it's coming."
A small smile flickers on her lips.
โYeah, I guess...
"But you want it to be perfect," he continues "too many people, too much noiseโฆ too much pressure. Am I wrong?"
She huffs a small laugh.
"You know me too well, Leon Kennedy."
He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before lifting her effortlessly and setting her on the counter.
"Leon..."
"Claire."
He steps closer, settling between her knees, his hands resting naturally against her waist.
Cowboy watches from the floor, tail swaying lazily like heโs enjoying a show.
Claire wraps her arms around Leonโs neck.
One of his hands slides to her knee.
"Heyโฆ" he murmurs again.
She meets his eyes.
"You donโt have to make it perfect."
She exhales.
"I knowโฆ but I want it to go well."
He nods.
"It will." A pause. "Because itโs you. Because I believe in you."
Her gaze softens.
Then drops again to the ring.
"What if Chris gets mad? We shouldโve told him sooner. He's my brother..."
Leon lets out a quiet chuckle.
"Chris is always mad. Or at least that's what it seems like."
She lightly hits his shoulder.
"Thatโs not funny."
"A little bit."
She tries not to smile.
Fails.
Leon takes advantage of that moment, resting his forehead against hers.
"Listenโฆ He'll probably get angry and growl. He might go full overprotective older brother modeโฆ but he knows I love you."
Claire looks back at him.
"And he knows Iโm not going anywhere."
Her shoulders relax.
"You better not either." He smiles.
"Not a chance."
"Okayโฆ" he whispers.
"Okay."
Leon lowers his gaze to her lips, and a small nervous smile appears on his.
"If Iโm honest, I'm more worried about Jill."
Claire looks up at him.
"Jill?"
"Yeah" he nods, dead serious "Chris will complain. But Jillโs the one whoโs actually going to kick my ass for not telling her sooner."
Claire lets out a soft laugh.
"She really will."
"No doubt" Leon mutters "I'm not surviving that conversation."
Claire smiles.
"You kind of deserve it."
Leon huffs.
"Wow. Good to know I have my fiancee support."
She smirks.
"Always."
Leon presses a quick kiss to her lips.
"Worth it."
Cowboy suddenly stands and licks Claireโs leg.
She immediately reaches down.
"Hey, you..." she says, softly.
Tail wagging happily.
Leon watches.
"You always show up when I want attention from your mom. Traitor."
Cowboy pants happily.
Claire laughs.
"You canโt be jealous of a dog."
"I absolutely can." he says, crossing his arms.
She shakes her head, smiling, before leaning again and pressing a slow kiss to Leonโs lips.
He deepens it with one hand sliding behind her neck, pulling her closer.
When they separate, she keeps her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Okayโฆ" she murmurs "what are we having for breakfast?"
Leon sighs dramatically.
"Is that really more important than kissing me?"
"Breakfast is extremely important, Kennedy."
"Youโre right."
He pretends to think.
"Toast. Another coffee. Andโฆ" he smirks. "You sitting right there while I kiss you and you donโt worry about anything."
Claire raises an eyebrow.
"Thatโs part of breakfast?"
"Oh, it's essential."
She smiles, softer now.
"Youโre ridiculous."
"And youโre still marrying me."
He kisses her again.
"Alrightโฆ normal day." She sighs.
"Normal day."
Leon steps back, one hand still resting briefly on her knee.
"That means you stay right there."
"Mm-hmm."
"I make breakfast."
"Mm-hmm."
"And you do not touch any reports."
She hesitates.
"Claire..."
"Okay, okay."
Satisfied, Leon turns to the kitchen.
And immediately opens a cabinet.
Closes it.
Opens another.
Claire watches, amused.
"Are you looking for food or exploring the house?"
"Iโm evaluating options."
"Youโve opened three cabinets and picked nothing."
"Itโs part of the incredible process"
Cowboy lifts his head to Leonโฆ then turns to Claire again, without being surprised by his father.
Finally, Leon finds bread.
"Alright. Bread, that's a big progress."
"Impressive."
"Thank you, I appreciate the support."
Claire sips her coffee.
"This would be faster if you let me help"
Leon turns instantly.
"Absolutely not."
"Leon..."
"Day off. Rules are rules."
He points the knife at her.
"You: sit there, look pretty, no stress."
Points to himself.
"Me: professional chef."
"That worries me."
"Trust me."
"That's what you said last time when you took my car, and they're still fixing it..."
He grins, steps closer, steals a quick kiss.
"Tactical distraction."
"Clearly. But I still haven't accepted your apology about my car."
"I can live with it" he says as he moves faster now, toast in, butter out, coffee poured.
Itโs not perfect.
But for Claire, it's more than enough.
A few minutes later, he turns, holding a tray with two cups and a small plate of toast.
"Okay."
"Okayโฆ what?"
He smirks.
"Phase two."
"Leon..."
Too late.
He sets everything down for half a second, steps forward and lifts her effortlessly.
Claire laughs in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders.
"Leon! The breakfast!"
"Under control."
"Leon!"
"We're good, gorgeous"
Sheโs already laughing.
"Youโre going to drop everything"
"Have some faith."
With questionable balance, he picks everything back up.
"This is a terrible idea."
"This is a great idea."
"Iโm going to die because of toast."
"Well, youโll die happily engaged to me."
"Idiot."
Cowboy jumps up immediately and follows them.
Leon nudges the door open with his foot and steps outside.
The fresh air greets them.
Cool. Light. Clean.
The garden glows under the rising sun.
He walks to the porch and carefully sits in one chair, adjusting Claire onto his lap before placing the breakfast on the table beside them.
She smiles.
"Okayโฆ the almost dying part was worth it."
"Told you..."
Cowboy settles at their side.
Claire takes a bite.
Pauses dramatically.
Leon watches.
"Well?"
"Mmmโฆ"
"Red..."
She grins.
"Approved."
He exhales.
"Thank God, you're going to eat that for breakfast for the rest of your life after you marry me."
She laughs, leaning into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"This is a proper breakfast."
His arm wraps around her waist.
"I told you to trust me."
"Youโre chaos."
"Your chaos."
She smiles.
Cowboy eyes the toast.
"Donโt even think about it." Leon says.
Claire breaks a piece and gives it to him anyway.
"Traitor."
"He's family."
"Iโm outnumbered."
Her hand finds his chest again.
Fingers brushing her ring.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"When we tell Chris and Jill..."
He exhales.
"Yeah?"
"Donโt let go of my hand, I'm going to be scared as fuck."
His answer is immediate.
"Never." A small pause, "and if they get dramaticโฆ"
She looks at him.
"Which they will."
"I grab you and we run."
She laughs.
"Of course..."
"Always."
She kisses him softly.
"Thank you for this."
He smiles against her lips.
"It's part of the fiancรฉ and future husband service... and future father of our children, if you want, of course..."
She rests her head against his chest.
"I love you."
"I love you more. Not up for debate."
Claire smiles and listens to his heartbeat under her ear for a little while.
"Youโd be a good dad," she says quietly.
Leon stays still for a second.
Then looks down at her.
"You think so?"
She nods.
"Well, you rescued Ashley... Also you took care of Sherry and you're still in touch with her; she sees us as role models. Of course I know you would be a good dad."
Something in his expression softens.
"Only if itโs with you," he says.
Claire smiles.
Cowboy rests his head on Claire's leg.
Leon looks at him.
"He's always with us"
Claire laughs softly, running her fingers through Cowboyโs fur.
"He knows where heโs loved."
Leon hums, leaning his head lightly against hers.
"Yeah" he murmurs. "Me too."
And for once they donโt need anything else.
Because their love is more than enough.
Because in her smile, he found and he felt the warmth of redamancy.
Leon got home close to five in the morning, the sky just starting to pale outside the window. The drive back from Raccoon City had felt longer than it was. Everything that happened thereโthe city, the lab, the chaosโwas still clinging to him like smoke.
But the moment he saw Claire asleep in bed, the tension finally left his body.
She stirred when the door shut.
โHeyโฆ I was waiting for you,โ she murmured, voice thick with sleep. โI guess I fell asleep.โ She chuckled softly.
Leon hadnโt even showered yet. His clothes still smelled like the road, like the city heโd just escaped. He didnโt care. Claire didnโt either.
She opened her arms for him without hesitation. Leon crossed the room and collapsed into them, laying his head against her chest and nuzzling into her hair like he hadnโt breathed properly in hours.
โI missed you, gorgeous,โ he hummed, inhaling her familiar scent.
Claireโs hand moved immediately, drawing slow circles along his back while she held him close.
โIโm glad we finally have a cure,โ she said quietly, lifting her hand to look at it. โThis Elpis thing looks ugly.โ
Leon shifted slightly, reaching into his jacket. He pulled out the small vial.
โI told them I wasnโt going anywhere without a dose,โ he said.
He kissed her forehead gently before pressing the injector against her arm. The medicine slid in with a soft click.
Slowly, the dark marks from Elpis began to fade from her skin.
Claire watched it disappear, relief softening her expression.
โAnd Sherry?โ she asked.
โShe already has one,โ Leon replied. โSent straight to her.โ
Then he leaned down again, pressing quiet kisses along Claireโs neck.
Her back arched slightly at the feeling, instinctive.
Time passed...
The room had gone quiet again, the early morning light slipping through the curtains. Claire was half tangled in the sheets now, hair a mess against the pillow, breathing slow and steady.
Leon sat at the edge of the bed for a moment, catching his breath, running a hand through his damp hair before standing.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.
โIโm gonna take a shower,โ he murmured.
Claire only hummed in response, already drifting back to sleep.
When he came back, Claire was asleep once more, curled under the blankets. He let her rest.
Instead, he went to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker before stepping outside to the small bakery down the street. The morning air was cool and quiet, the city barely awake.
By the time he returned, the coffee was ready.
Leon set everything carefully on a trayโtwo cups of coffee and a small bag of fresh breadโbefore bringing it back to the bedroom.
He nudged her shoulder gently.
โWake up, sleepyhead.โ
Claire stirred, eyes still half closed as she pushed herself upright. She took the coffee first, then started picking at the bread right there in bed.
Leon sat beside her, watching her with quiet amusement.
As she ate, he began telling her about the missionโabout the lab, the chase, everything that had happened over the past few days.
His eyes kept drifting to the faint marks heโd left along her neck and shoulders.
โโฆand seeing Grace and Emily reminded me a lot of you and Sherry,โ he said, his voice softer now.
Claire hummed sleepily.
โMmโฆ really?โ She was still half-asleep as she ate.
Leon chuckled under his breath finding the scene domestic after everything that happened, he was glad to be home.
โ
AHHH sorry for the late post here, I love this fanfic i did. hopefully you enjoyed reading it too! Anyways, this is what Claire was thinking of when Leon was yapping about Grace and Emily
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Late- Valentines Post: This is before the events of RE2
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He bought the sunflowers two days before Valentineโs. She once told him they were her favorite โ not roses, not lilies. Sunflowers.
โThey look honest,โ she said.
He remembered the way she smiled when she said it.
The florist wrapped them in soft baby blue paper. Leon carried them home carefully, like they were something fragile enough to bruise. On the walk back, he rehearsed what heโd say. Nothing dramatic or cheesy.
He was supposed to give them to her that night.
Instead, she asked to talk.
It happened the evening before Valentineโs Day. In her kitchen. The light above the sink flickering faintly.
No shouting. No slammed doors. Just quiet sentences that felt empty and practiced.
โItโs not you, it's me Leon.โ she said avoiding eye contact.
He wanted to ask why. Wanted to argue. To ask what he could fix.
But the question died halfway up his throat. Along with everything else he thought they still had.
So he nodded.
And he left before she could see how much that hurt.
โ
The bouquet sat in a glass of water overnight in his apartment.
Morning came anyway.
Valentineโs Day.
The petals were still bright. Stubborn. Open toward the light.
He almost left them on the counter but leaving them behind felt worse.
He didnโt know where he was going โ only that he didnโt want the flowers to end up like him. Standing still. Facing a window. Waiting for something that wasnโt coming back.
So he stepped out into the city, sunflowers in hand, and let the door close softly behind him.
Claire moved through the empty stretch of road. The silence pressed against her ears, Claire tightened her jacket against the wind. Every step felt heavy.ย
Her thoughts swirled like the gusts tugging at her hair. For a fleeting moment, she let herself remember homeโthe scent of dinner simmering on the stove, the ratchet of Chrisโs wrench turning in the garage, quiet evenings with Cowboy curled at her side. Her chest ached.ย
She missed her home.
She missed the small, ordinary pieces of life she once took for granted, and the people who made her feel at home.
The world was full of strangers and threats, but they had always been her strength.
Then she saw the dog.
Big enough to knock her off balance, its coat gleaming white in the sunlight, head tilted curiously as it watched her approach.
Claire knelt, letting her fingers brush through the fur. Warm, curious and trusting, the dog nudged her hand, and she felt something she hadnโt in days, a tether to home, a small heartbeat of normalcy.
She laughed softly, the sound swallowed immediately by the wind.
timeline is when Leon is training as an agent pre re4 and Claire still looking for Chris pre code Veronica (that's why she still has her Jacket). Both was feeling homesick ๐ซ.
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The third one was an accident. Or destiny? Or Leon refusing to cooperate.
Claire was cleaning when she found the Polaroids tucked away. She sat down between Leon and his paperwork without asking and raised the camera.
โOkay. Last one. Same pose.โ
Leon didnโt even try this time.
He grabbed her, pulled her in, one arm secure around her, the other tilting her chin up. He kissed her like sheโd interrupted something importantโbecause she had and this was her punishment.
โLeonโโ the camera clicked mid-protest.
Flash.
They watched the photo develop.
"look what you've done now" Claire said as yhey saw the shot
"looks good to me" Leon grins
Claire laid all three out in a crooked row.
โI canโt have anything with you,โ she sighed shaking her headโgiving in anyway.
Leon shrugged, slipping an arm around her like it had always belonged there.โSure you can. You just keep upgrading." he shrugged.
โLooks consistent to me,โ he said. โIt shows we got closer. Isnโt that the point?โ
His gaze lingered on the first photo for half a second too long. Then he exhaled, like heโd been holding something without realizing it.
Claire elbowed him lightly. โโฆYouโre impossible.โ
โConsistently,โ Leon said, already pulling her into a hug, grounding himself in the now.
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They ran into each other outside the terminal. A small plaza with stone benches and a cafรฉ pushed up against the glass wall of departures. Planes thundered overhead. People hurried past with phones pressed to their ears.
Leon said Spain. Casual. Vague. A destination without details.
There was never a good time since both had been so busy. During their conversation she remembers something, better time than any right?โso she buys a disposable instant camera.
โSame pose,โ she said. She stepped closer and angled the lens. โStand still.โ
Leon nodded then leaned in, brushed a kiss to her cheek.
They sat on the bench while the photo developed. The image came in slowly. His face. His expression. His eyes still on her. Claire felt her mouth curve before she could stop it.
โDonโt,โ she warned, still staring at the picture.
โI didnโt do anything,โ Leon said.
His boarding group was called from inside the terminal. Muffled through the glass. He stood and swung his suitcase onto his shoulder.
โI have to go,โ he said.
โYeah,โ she responded with a hint of disappointment.
โSee you later, Red.โ He walked back inside without turning around.
โ
Claire ended up staying longer at the corner cafรฉ, luggage piled at her feet, time killing itself slowly.
She shifted the photo to get a better look and, without thinking, set her cup down beside itโceramic meeting paper with a soft, careless clink. Moisture from the base seeped outward, a pale ring forming slowly, like a target printed into the corner of the Polaroid.
โGreat,โ she said to herself.
She lifted the cup too late. The damage was done.
Claire picked up the photo. The stain had stopped short of his face. His eyes still met hers. Unchanged.
She exhaled. Sliding it into her bag.
Then she stood and walked away from the plaza as another plane lifted into the sky.
Iโm still pretty new here, but Iโve already seen so many l incredibly talented folks in the RE fandom. It honestly makes me really happy to be here, so I thought it might be nice to start a small RE question round. No pressure at all โ answer as much or as little as you want. I'll start ๐ซถ๐ป It's just for fun
1. Name / Nickname: Shell โจ
2. Anything youโd like to share about yourself (Age, work, hobbiesโฆโ totally optional!) : I love Gaming, Reading, Pilates, Cooking, going to Concerts, Travelling. I'm running my own little business which I love ๐ฅฐ
3. When did you start playing Resident Evil?: I think around 12 or 14 years ago
4. Favorite character(s): Carlos, Leon, Jill, Sherry and Rebecca (and so many moreโฆ)
5. Favorite game & why: Resident Evil 4 because it was the first game I bought and it just turned into my comfort game โฅ๏ธ
6. Your Resident Evil hot take ๐ : I actually really love Resident Evil 6 and enjoyed the different gamestyle. (My fav Mission was Leon + Helena hehe) I know many people don't like itโฆ
7. What do you play on?: Mostly PS5
8. Favorite RE quote: โWhere is everyone going? Bingo?โ
9. Biggest plot twist in RE that shook you: (Spoiler! for RE Village just in case) Ethan being dead the whole time ๐ญ
Sweet idea @midnightsummerrain โ Thanks for the tag!
So, let's start:
1. Name / Nickname: Effi
2. Anything youโd like to share about yourself: I work as an art director in an advertising agency. I enjoy going to concerts and festivals, as well as the cinema, very often. Last year, I saw 60 different music artists and went to the cinema 30 times. Looking back, that's quite a remarkable number. ๐
I love gaming, but I have less and less time for it. I also started drawing again last year, which makes me really happy.
3. When did you start playing Resident Evil?: I think the first time I played Resident Evil was with RE1R on my PS3, when I was about 16-18. I had never played a Resident Evil game before, but my older brother introduced me to the franchise. I think I was about 10 years old when he brought home the original Resident Evil: Director's Cut Edition and played it on the PS1. He was basically my twitch streamer in our room and I supported him by sitting beside him while he played. Getting nostalgic here, haha. ๐
4. Favorite character(s): Clearly Jill "Supercop" Valentine from the start. I always liked Chris, too. Since the release of the Resident Evil 3 Remake, Carlos has also become one of my favourites.
5. Favorite game & why: It's quite hard to pick a favourite Resident Evil game. ๐
I'll go with Resident Evil 2 Remake, as it was the first time I could play and enjoy a Resident Evil game. I'm not a fan of the original game's stiff controls. The new gameplay, the atmosphere and the lighting were all translated so well into the modern status quo of how games work, and it blew my mind. ๐ I had to admit here that I didn't play every Resident Evil game ... I'm a bit of a coward. ๐ซ
6. Your Resident Evil hot take ๐ : I think the Resident Evil 3 Remake is better than the original. There. I said it! ๐ค I understand that the OG has the old mechanics and atmosphere etc. But I have more fun playing the remake than the OG.
7. What do you play on?: PS5 and Nintendo Switch
8. Favorite RE quote: "Bitch can't even swim." followed close by "You want S.T.A.R.S. I'll give you S.T.A.R.S."
9. Biggest plot twist in RE that shook you: Probably the RE 5 reveal about Jill. ๐ค
10. Favorite Resident Evil Movie: I have to pick the first one because, compared to the later sequels, it was somehow more grounded. And the soundtrack slaps! I'm not a big fan of the animated RE movies.
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@artarii would you like to join the RE question round? ๐ No pressure ๐ ๐ป
1. Name / Nickname: artarri or you can call me Eve ๐
2. Anything youโd like to share about yourself:
Im a huge gamer and I mean huge, Iโm pretty sure video games are engrained into my DNA.
3. When did you start playing Resident Evil?
I started playing resident evil games when I was 10 I know it sounds crazy trust me I didnโt even make it far but I really enjoyed it, note to self never give a 10 year old an unattended Nintendo console.
4. Favorite character(s):
LEON, 100 % Leon, Iโve enjoyed his character since childhood and his personality has always been endearing, I canโt forget the queen jill either she was one of the first characters I ever played as and she has stuck with me since.๐
5. Favorite game & why:
Resident evil 2 both the remake and the original. I love the game most especially due to the vibe and cast of characters. Not to forget the atmosphere as in contrast to all of the resident evil games it was the one game that captured the early days of umbrella and raccoon city which become a folktale later on in the series so to play the game where it all started and where you really feel like your surviving an outbreak has always been so cool to me.
6. Your Resident Evil hot take ๐ :
Resident evil 6 is actually a good game and still holds up to this day, while it is not inherently scary like the rest of the games in the series it has always been a experience to see different scenarios of each character and how it all ties together by the end.
7. What do you play on?:
PlayStation ofcโจ specifically the ps5 but if I want to play a more obscure resident evil game Iโll either use my ps3 or ps1.
8. Favorite RE quote:
โGuess your tap dancing days are overโ - Leon re4 remake for context chief Mendez lost his legs ๐ญ
9. Biggest plot twist in RE that shook you:
Incoming spoiler!
When it was revealed that Mia was actually Miranda in the intro sequence of re8.
10. Favorite Resident Evil Movie:
My favorite resident evil movie is vendetta, I think all the animated movies have a special place in my heart but vendetta definitely had a good plot and goofy moments cough cough ( Chris and Glennโs gun fight) but I genuinely enjoyed it more than the others.
Interested in joining ?๐ซถ๐ @shymoob @vmddrawing @anonymously-angsty
Anything to share: I'm self taught and had been drawing traditional since i was a kid. I stopped for 7 years because i thought i have no talent for it. only recently did i pick up art again.
When did you start playing RE: 2009 PS2 Og resident evil 4 with my dad. They let me play it but i never got far so i ended up just watching my dad play.
Favourite Character(s): Leon, more specially vendetta. Other than that I love all characters. They all have a special place in my heart. Right now im playing re2remake and im so very obsessed with Claire at the moment so it depends.
Favorite Game and Why: OG RE4, I love Leon's sassy attitude and corny jokes. It gives me nostalgia a lot too. i haven't played most of the games so maybe it will change when i do.
RE Hot Take: RE2 leon was a low-key a teacher's pet. (wdym he can't let Ben out until he checked with chief irons? lmfao there's zombies for fucks sake PEOPLE EATING PEOPLE GIRL BYE)
What do you play on: My MacBook Air ๐ (i know it's bad)
Favorite Quote: "September 30th 1998..." you guys know the rest it's just so Leon i love it. if it's too basic my other one is from Carlos "... I'm not gonna die on you, and leave you in a cold, cruel, Carlos-less world." im realizing I actually have a lot i like
Biggest RE Twist: SPOILER OFC Ethan being actually dead this whole time. like bruh why didn't i realize that? he literally just staples his hands back together HAHAHAHAHA
Fav Movie: Vendetta Ofc it has my favorite leon. I love it because it's low-key bad in terms of dialogue BUT it gives so much into Leon's psyche PLUS it has the best clips (like you always see vendetta clips by editors BECAUSE HE'S THE MOST CINEMATIC AND ICONIC STOP ๐ )
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