#Resident Evil Poster

[koriofox]

Leon Catnnedy

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

did i ever even know you?

[irenedrawstoo-blog]

I can’t believe I just did this

Lady Dimitrescu vintage movie poster

here's the link at my shop Poster

[citrine-elephant]

can't figure out if that hurts or not, tbh

[samthemilkman00]

•Donna Beneviento•

{resident evil village}

[m1ssingirl]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

“Don’t you think blondes have more fun?”

[booplesnotts-art]

We’re going back to our roots with this one

Decided I wanted to try doodling my favourite of all time for the first time in three years which is insane because of how much I love resident evil/this game specifically !!

We’ve BEEN loving Alcina Dimitrescu in this house !! Been here since day one !!

Improvement under the cut:

Wanna see something silly?? One of my very first ever digital drawings (2021) with my iPad was her: I spent so many hours on it and it’s not anywhere near finished oh boy what a style this was😭

I might make my little doodle a full drawing for full comparison to whatever this was (you can make fun of me, it’s ok. I was learning😌) but we’ll see

[elixir]

Resident Evil poster for Gamecube:“Adults Get Scared Too”, 2002

[pinrut]

Feel my hands until the sun comes up

Just saying, in my telegram you can see arts earlier, more wips and other stuff

[delusionbf]

poster designs ive made recently

f2u as always!! just dont claim as yours

+ actual photos of them printed

[flimsyfilmz]

OG boxart (Remastered) Created by me, Mr. Filmz

My Twitter: @filmz_mr

My Youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@filmz012

[zer0pm]

Imagine Leon showing you how to use a crossbow.

“My god, this is impossible!”

You hear Leon behind you chuckling and glance back at him with deadpan eyes, unamused that he found your struggle funny. The blond maintains a slight grin, unflinching under your glare.

He comments aloud, “It’ll take some getting used to. Imagine using this on moving targets with the wind against your favor.”

You half-heartedly groan at the mere thought, tempted to abandon using the primitive weapon entirely. However, ammo was scarce and crossbow bolts can be reused. Now if only you were proficient in using said crossbow. Sensing your frustration, Leon unfolds his arms and approaches you.

“You’re thinking too hard about it and it shows in your form.” His hands hover around your sides, one by your hands where you held the crossbow and the other at your back. Close, but not touching. Your eyes catch his, an expectant gaze in the pools of icy blue silently asking for permission. You granted it with a nod and immediately you feel the heat of his touch.

“Straighten up,” he instructs, his gloved hand firm against the middle of your back. With purpose, he runs it down your form, applying pressure to encourage you to follow his words. And follow you did, trying your best to hide the shivers that tingled down your spine as you squared your shoulders and puffed your chest. You hoped that he was not looking at your face, surely your cheeks must be burning.

His other hand clasps around yours holding the body of the crossbow steady and lifting, pointing the weapon towards the range. In the corner of your vision, the veiny cords of the powerful muscles in his arm tense and relax at the motion.

What would it be like if Leon held you? You can’t imagine Leon as much of a hugger, but the thought of him embracing you alights within you a new kind of warmth different from your shared body heat.

As you’re forcing your thoughts and eyes to cease their shameless wandering, hot breath tickles against the shell of your ear.

“Remember, you’re not shooting lead. Want to aim a little higher and let gravity do its thing.” Leon’s voice was clear, his explanation straightforward, but the smooth delivery and the reverb of every husky word was like velvet to your senses. You felt yourself slowly leaning closer into him, tempted to be wrapped in his entire being.

Thankfully, you caught yourself, stomping your heel flat on the floor before your back pressed completely against his muscular front. In doing so, your fingers accidentally squeeze the trigger out of panicked reflex. To your dismay, the bolt shoots out of the weapon, flying high across the range. You anticipated failure and prepared yourself to be overwhelmed with embarrassment- but to your genuine surprise, a metallic ping rings in the air. Not only did you hit the target, but your shot struck the medallion that was attached to it right at its center.

“You’re an artist, mate!”

You won’t lie, you actually forgot that the Merchant was watching the entire time, remembering his ever observant presence only when his voice blasts through the speakers in that uniquely rambunctious tone of his.

“Nice shot!” Leon pats your back in praise, bringing your attention back to him.

Your lips curve slightly followed by a casual shrug, “Honestly, it was just dumb luck.”

The man beside you shakes his head, dismissing your sheepish downplaying. “Against what we��re facing, sometimes that’s all you need.” He casts a glance at the felled target before looking back at you. The ends of his lips tug upward, transforming his usual hardened expression into something much softer and distinctly disarming. “A hit like that, though. That’s more than luck.”

Elation fills you, not just from your success, but from the sight of the man’s rare smile. It wasn’t a grin, it wasn’t a smirk, it wasn’t a reaction produced by fleeting amusement. It was a pure, genuine smile full of endearment.

Leon Kennedy, a picture of stoicism, smiling because of you.

You didn’t dare admit to him that you were distracted the entire time, that your shot truly did have nothing to do with skill and your concentration was broken entirely by thoughts revolving around him and his body. It was then did you notice that he still had his hand on your lower back. He must have kept you steady this whole time.

Not wanting to be separated from his warmth in case he realizes your lingering closeness and creates distance out of courtesy, you spoke up. “If I keep getting lucky, I’ll be a better shot than you in no time.”

The blond quirks his brow. “Think you can go toe-to-toe with me now?”

Got him. You smirk playfully, “Winner gets all the tokens!”

“Take them,” Leon scoffs with an exaggerated frown, “can’t get a gold prize for shit.”

You couldn’t hold back your own laughter then, missing how his blue eyes softened in adoration. His downturned lips ease into another gentle smile as he took in how your whole being seems to glow with infectiously positive energy. It is a sight he engraves in his memory before tapping your hands, silently instructing you to raise the crossbow once more. You take the hint, readying to the same position as he showed you before. Without your notice, Leon’s gaze falls onto the back of your head again.

“We’ll think of something else for you, then.” you say as you take aim, breaking the silence. “If you win.”

Intrigued by your playfulness, the handsome blond grins at your challenge with an idea already in mind. “Finish this round and I’ll take you on.”

With that you continued practicing. Leon kept spectating and offering sound advice, not once withdrawing his hand from you. You dragged on this rare opportunity to stay close to him for as long as you could.

[fanofspooky]

Resident Evil phone wallpapers Part 1

[innavjuzhanina]

Leon Kennedy & Ada Wong ♥

[m1ssingirl]

Hii ! I loved your acc sm omg can you do RE6!Leon Kennedy & RE7!Ethan Winters ? thanks ! <33

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Thank you so much for your love and support cutie pie ♡︎

[qnfrtt]

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