Tell Me Why I Thought This Was Ethan Winters... The Resident Evil Brainrot Is Getting To Me

tell me why i thought this was ethan winters... the resident evil brainrot is getting to me

realized it’s been radio silence from me for way too long, so here’s a lil experiment i did with vanya a while back but finished just now. i want my art to be a lot more messy so my perfectionism doesn’t get the best of me LOL. procreate’s got such amazing brushes but man is it hard to use 😭

<- live footage of me when a fellow mutual drops a new fic 🥰🥰 im like awkwardly leaning and the notif pops up and i do that...

am i allowed to say that this is very chop top coded

З Днем Незалежності!

i suppose even the offer should be gracious. to sit and stare through a screen at a scene where i should be, but i am missing.

i wonder who to blame for this. who is at fault for the reason i can only see the painting of everyone having fun, and only witness it from afar.

perhaps i should be content with the idea that i at least saw her, through a screen, albeit, but although children have less arpund the world, where i am from, they have more.

more than me. it is never enough.

her smile was angelic. i only wish i saw it in person, because the vision of pixels that i can see is not the same as her true being.

making the effort to come would've ended in fruitless, bitter disaster, but if i had tried, would i have earned five minutes of heaven?

hours, minutes, seconds, away from what could truly cure this ache.

what is sorrowful is the fact that this will not be the last. there will always be another party, another inside joke, another thing i do not understand because how could i?

i was never there.

i will never be there.

louder for the people in the back!!

re fans being hypocrites - episode one.

i’m literally going to write out this scenario

“wow, leon is just so attractive. there’s something about him, it’s gotta be the selflessness and the will to help everyone else. also the hair, and the adam’s apple, and the eyes and the NOSE, THE NOSE THE NOSE THE NOSE THE NOSE!!!!!! and the lips, the jaw, the cheeks, the forehead, the moles, the adam’s apple, the adam’s apple, the stoicism, the body, the legs, THE ARMS, the hands, the fingers, the nails, the back, the ASS!!! plump mm. yummy, the hair, the lashes, the bushy eyebrows, the arm hair, the feet, the clothing”

“umm… you’re sexualising him. that’s why we all hate leon dickriders”

and THOSE same people will post ada edits.

zooming into her boobs, modding her bending down, making her boobs bigger, making her ass bigger, making naked mods, blah blah blah.

now that, according to them, is NOT sexualisation. acknowledging a conventionally attractive man however, is!

anyway i may write for re but NEVER consider me apart of the fandom. ever, ever, ever. to those who are nice, i love you. to the ada (THOSE ada stans who base her entire character off of leon and act like they’re a couple) stans, i hate you.

also to all the aeon/cleon/leshley fans out there, is it so hard to just… i dunno, stop forcing people to like what you like and use the excuse that “they’re canon” even though capcom has never explicitly said that?

re and tomb raider?? 😍😍

The sweetest peach

leon kennedy x lara croft

🌹content: 18+, mentions of smut, mostly fluff, sweetness, early mornings, two folks in love, pretty short because it’s 4am and i’m tired.

It was that rainy ambience pattering against the window, creating an atmospheric tranquility too surreal to describe. Early, yes; just before dawn. Leon watched Lara as she slept, his azure irises coating each and every feature of her face and his pupils dilating at the mere sight.

Oh, she was so pretty. The smooth locks of dark auburn hair framing her head, her long lashes kissing the freckles among her cheeks leading up to the bridge of her nose and her rosy lips were slightly parted with each silent breath that left them in her sleep. She was like Audrey Hepburn, the purest form of natural beauty.

Leon lifted his hand, brushing his fingers against the warmth of her cheek and counting the constellations imprinted deep into her skin. His heart skipped a beat, knowing the very woman he felt safest with was his.

She was home. She was what he looked forward to coming to, she was an angel with invisible wings, taking his breath away with only a simple glance of the eyes he managed to get lost in every time. Only a shame they were currently closed — not that he minded much.

Yesterday was a blur, they’d had an eventful date that was cut short because he found himself pressing her against the door of their home, kissing her until they were both breathless, taking her apart completely.

His eyes assessed the bruises he’d left on Lara’s skin, some marked with deep bites, and she hadn’t left his skin a clear canvas either. Littered with hickeys of her own and scratches so raw they’d stay for days, but he liked the pain, because she was the one giving it to him.

Leon had been like this since he’d woken up (an hour ago) he must’ve really worn her out given she was typically the early bird doing the exact same to him as he leaned in closer and pressed a gentle kiss beneath the small expanse of her eyebag, then rested his chin above her hair, taking in the sweet scent that was engraved deep in his memory. The scent that was uniquely her.

It was only a matter of time when Lara began to shuffle with a small groan, her lids fluttering open to see that her face was buried in Leon’s neck. His adam’s apple pressing against her forehead while she smiled. “You woke me up, doofus.” She mumbled tiredly, no bite in her tone, much more love.

Leon looked down, the sky meeting the Earth as he held eye contact with her. The smile on her lips enough to bring one of his own, and to send butterflies flying around in his stomach.

“Yeah?” He replied, voice a deeper octave. “Couldn’t help myself, pretty. Missed your voice.”

That was another thing Leon could go on and on about, her voice. It was higher in pitch yet accompanied with an English accent, so exotic that it was enough to excite him. Nude bodies and fresh minds, silk soft skin pressing together and appeasing to their sentiments.

Lara climbed atop him, her perky breasts brushing against his toughened chest and he could feel how erect her nipples were from the cool air. Pointy enough he almost wouldn’t mind if she nursed him or something, the pretty pink pigment matching the casual flush that appeared on her cheekbones while his calloused hands slipped down her narrow waist and he sighed in contentment.

“You’re insufferable.” Lara chuckled, nuzzling her face into his neck while goosebumps formed on her porcelain skin beneath the touch of his fingers.

“Hey, I try.” Leon joked frivolously in hopes of extracting more of her breathy giggles that were more than enough to have his dick getting hard again despite the fact that she’d drained him dry last night. Well, morning wood was a reoccurring situation when he was in bed with her and she felt him against her thigh, her dainty hands coming across his chest and the manicured nails brushing his skin while she slowly moved down.

It’s safe to say the neighbours weren’t pleased.