#leons massacre

[hugs-and-stabbies]

Mini shop announcement!

The redesigned mini slasher stickers are in! ^^ Plus the Leon stickers are finally restocked for those waiting too 🛐

I am currently going through a financial rut and all orders no matter how small are very deeply appreciated! 💝

thank you so much for reading/sharing!!

🔗Link to Etsy 🔗

[maveras-posts]

Slasher House Part:♾️

✨How it’s like living with the slashers✨:

I swear it’s like a bunch of teenagers!

The others have attempted any times to teach Micheal modern slang and technology (For fucks sake he has stuck a fork in an outlet and the DAMN TOASTER)

He has lots of candy stashed in random spots throughout town and the old Myers house

Micheal is very fond of ✨CanDy CoRN✨ sour gummies

Also Micheal and Jason are VERY MUCH on the spectrum!

Bubba is very childish when you get to know him but is very short tempered

NEVER comment on how he looks or stare for too long

Sam is just like a kid so we must preserve the innocence (Freddy taught him no no words😒)

Ghostface is also very friendly, and a joker

Highkey reminds me of deadpool in a twisted way

Art is another ball game… (gaslighting is his middle name)

Pennywise does his own thing most the time but is quite friendly and fun to be around.

Out of all of them you’d feel safest with Sam and Jason they are teddy bears

Sam is the least problematic one there along with Jason it’s like the two toddlers found eachother

Freddy likes to bully everybody except for Art and he tried with Sam —

Art fucking pulled a flamethrower out last time he tried to pick on Sam—

Ghostface and Freddy have karaoke nights (much to Michael’s dismay) Sam is raging in the background

My man Michael needs his 8 Hours

Pennywise and Art also bunk together in the basement…don’t go down there! (Art has the good kush it’s MINE—)

The playground and clown cafe are a vibe I just can’t get the damn ✨SONG✨ out my head🤬

Pennywise is a recluse we forget he lives here sometimes🤷‍♀️ (He Sleeps A LOT)

The 🍃 circle with Art is lit as fuck!

Ghost is very funny and his room is a vibe he can go on for hours about scary movies (Imagine purple and orange lights with tons of movie posters and his collectibles on shelves 😭)

Family game nights are banned now, everyone fought with eachother

Micheal is not allowed to operate any stoves or toasters… HE SHUT THE POWER OFF OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD😑

NO ALCOHOL for Jason (the FBI still can decipher what happened…)

Art may or may not have dared him to shots and he just took chilled water💀 (Jason is a virgin to alcohol)

Art sends Sam to do his dirty work💀 Sam took all of Freddy’s left shoes and threw glitter in all of Micheal’s drawers 😒 Art also gave Sam a lighter😭

Micheal is the only one with Law and Order he is like the father of all these damn children

The people voted and I answered MANY wanted the slasher house to continue, I’ve added a couple more into the house and I just realized I fucking missed the chance to make Fourth of July headcanons for them forgive me council😭 I hope everyone enjoys this dumpster fire and again requests and recommendations are open!

Love You Sick Things!

🖤Mavera🫶

@michaelmyers-isdaddy @slasherholic @slasherwife @slasherfxcker @getmeoutofhell @gloopunknown @slasherhaven @arttheclown-coveredinblood @rosehilol @spookystree @michaelmyersleftfoot

[crimescrimson]

Ada Wong & Leon S. Kennedy: The History [ Resident Evil 4 (2023) ]

[pmamtraveller]

MASSACRE OF THE INNOCENTS | 1824 | by LÉON COGNIET

LÉON COGNIET'S painting is a powerful and intimate depiction of the biblical story of HEROD'S order to kill all male children in BETHLEHEM to avoid the loss of his throne to a newborn KING OF THE JEWS

The central figure of the painting is a terrified mother, cowering under a staircase, desperately trying to muffle the cries of her infant child. Her bare feet and head emphasize her vulnerability, and the fact that she is cornered with no apparent escape underscores the gravity of the situation. The muted colors of the mother and the ruined stairway create a solemn atmosphere, drawing the viewer's attention to the human suffering and emotion.

COGNIET'S decision to focus on the mother's anguished expression rather than the broader scene of the massacre is a deliberate choice that highlights the personal and emotional impact of the event. This approach is characteristic of ROMANTICISM, which emphasized the emotional and personal aspects of human experience.

The painting also invites the viewer to reflect on the contemporary relevance of the biblical story. The theme of religious violence and the slaughter of innocent children is a recurring motif in history, and COGNIET'S work serves as a powerful reminder of the enduring impact of such events.

Overall, "MASSACRE OF THE INNOCENTS" is a masterful work that combines technical skill with emotional intensity and historical significance. It is a powerful reminder of the enduring impact of the biblical story and the ongoing relevance of themes such as religious violence and the protection of the innocent.

[fleurgrden]

me with Leon

(or Thomas, or the doctor, or the trapper, or pyramid head, or or or or… the list goes on)

[naomiknight-17]

Tried to trim Leon's claws, ended up in the bathroom cleaning the cuts on my face

Tiny Tim is the strongest of our cats, but Leon has the power of sheer irrational panic

[almondcroissantsandink]

i totally forgot this remake was coming out!! 

[tkachuksoralfixation]

1st sentence ask game:

Connor is one second away from absolutely losing his marbles.

Been brainstorming this for a while and since you gave me a really amazing idea in the discord server i give you: avatar au

I did this game entirely wrong and just used the sentence as inspiration rather than as the first sentence.... And then this fic is 1.1k. so. Yeah.

Anyways! Ficlet under the cut 🥰

For a majority of the years he's spent hiding, Connor has experienced true peace. 

The destiny that was preached to him ever since he was old enough to understand the concept of fate and prophecies never quite faded away. Every day, he relives the pain, the guilt, the shame of running away. Initially, Connor traveled the world alone, nearly starving and surviving solely on dedication and foraging. He was incredibly lucky, after two years, to have found solace on Kyoshi island. 

It wasn't exactly a place, in Connor's mind, that he would seek out for his hiding. But the Kyoshi warriors offered him protection and their secrecy, along with a home, training, and anything else he could possibly need or ask for. And, well, Connor wasn't exactly in a position to deny their services. So, four years later, he's somehow managed to stay hidden while still keeping himself in decent shape. 

While he did run away from his fate, Connor did still believe it would eventually find him. That he still had a duty to avenge the Air nation. What he didn't expect, however, was that it would find him today. 

Grocery runs have become pretty standard for Connor in the past year. He travels by foot to the nearest village, picks up anything and everything he or the warriors need, and heads back to their secluded village. No problems have ever found him. The folks in the surrounding village never recognize Connor, and even if they do, they never ask. His privacy is protected on Kyoshi, and that's part of the reason he loves it so much. 

That is, until now, when he's on his usual grocery run, and a stranger shoves past him with complete disregard of the bustling streets around them. Normally, Connor would apologize and move on, but this guy stops and addresses him directly. 

“Watch where you're going, you flaming hog monkey,” the stranger snaps, his voice aggressive and rough.

Connor opens his mouth to apologize, but he freezes. The man before him stares at him with icy eyes, a vaguely familiar face glaring at him expectantly. Immediately, he's taken back to the day he ran, to the faces of the soldiers who infiltrated his home. The faces of uncaring, soulless puppets of the Fire Nation, wiping out his friends, family, everyone he knew. 

He's older, now. He's grown into a rather nice looking young man, and if Connor wasn't haunted by his past, he probably would've never recognized him. But he relives that night over and over again, and he has the faces memorized. This man is no different. 

Yeah. Connor is one second away from losing his marbles. 

“Well?” The soldier hisses, his face contorting into an intimidating frown. “Are you just going to stand there and look stupid? I have places to be.” 

Connor rapidly blinks, trying to tie his thoughts together. What is he supposed to say again? What even instigated this aggressive behaviour? Wow, it's hot outside today. Where the hell are his words? Why does his tongue feel heavy? He's fucked. Oh, spirits, the Fire Nation found him and they're going to torture him for the rest of his life, fuck, what is he supposed to do? He could run. He could easily take this guy out, probably. That is, if he's a regular soldier and not a firebender. If he was, Connor was fucked. 

Oh, Spirits, Connor is fucked. 

Thankfully, someone else interrupts their awkward encounter and snaps Connor out of his panicked state. Unluckily for Connor, however, it's another soldier. Fuck. 

“Could you stop disappearing on me, Leon? It's almost like you really don't wanna be around me,” the second soldier announces with a grin, clapping the first— Leon, he picks up— on the shoulder. He's the same height, with curly hair and a decent build. Yeah, Connor doesn't stand a chance against these two. 

“It's because I don't,” Leon retorts, still glaring at Connor, “I'm trying to get this idiot to understand he needs to watch where he's walking.” 

Connor swallows hard as the new guy's eyes drift towards him. The three of them sit in silence for one moment, two moments, then three. When a flicker of recognition ignites in the second soldier's eyes, Connor knows it's time to book it. 

“Um,” Connor quickly scans the area for the quickest escape route, “I’m really sorry for running into you. I, uh, I really do have to get going, though. Sorry, again.�� 

Just as Connor goes to scurry away, the second man grabs him by the wrist. He whips around, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. No, no, no, this isn't happening. He can't let this happen. He can't get dragged away when he's finally found peace. Or maybe this is destiny finally catching up to him. Maybe he should give in and let himself be taken, face his fate head on. 

But he meets eyes with the second man. His face is kinder, the only lines on his face caused by the grin he currently wears. There's no animosity, no malice, not a hint of nefarious intentions in his body language. That confuses Connor. Shouldn't he know who he is by now? Shouldn't he want him dead? 

His question is answered in an instant. The soldier simply smiles apologetically towards him before he speaks. “Don't mind him, he's just cranky from the long boat ride,” he says, making light of the situation, “I'm Matthew, by the way. You seem familiar, do I know you from somewhere by chance?” 

And that's Connor's cue to leave. “Thanks, Matthew, but I'm positive you don't,” he quickly stumbles through the sentence, pulling his arm away. “I really do have to go. I'm sorry for running into you again.” He says it as confidently as he can, and then he's walking away as quickly and inconspicuously as he possibly can. 

As he walks away, he hears the two of them bickering still. He feels incredibly lucky as he takes the path back the way he came, keeping to the treeline to avoid being followed. There's no way Matthew will go very long without realizing where he recognizes Connor from. He remembers Matthew pretty vividly. He remembers his hesitant face, back then, young as he was. He remembers meeting his eyes, silently begging him to have mercy. 

And, well, that night didn't end the way Connor wishes it did. Somehow, though, he feels like what Matthew just did was a semblance of an apology. 

He knows he's lucky. 

He also knows it's not long before his location is no longer a secret.

[nonovyabuisness]

Kid: Mom, Can we get Leon The Unbeatable Galar champion ?

Mom: No, We have Leon at home.

Leon at home…

[killcovensdead]

Art The Clown Popcorn Bucket 🪚🩸 killcoven.com

[here-have-some-stories]

Massacre Masquerade Chapter 11

Chapter 1 Chapter 10

Warning: This chapter has descriptions of blood and gore. If you aren't comfortable with that you can either skip the paragraph or not read. There is a tiny bit during the second paragraph, and a lot during the fifth paragraph because that's the entire point.

Leon immediately ran over to the now collapsed ceiling, Deacon and Bailey following close behind him. As Leon approached he saw two people dragging themselves out from under the wreckage. One of them had a giant gash down their arm and the other one's leg had already started to bruise badly all over. Leon was willing to bet that it was broken, probably in more than one place. The two people appeared to be shaken up pretty badly and in a lot of shock, as expected, but other than that they were just injured, but fine. Leon watched tensely, but nobody else crawled out from under the roof. 

Around him, people were screaming once again. They were running around trying to get away from the new crime scene. Someone in a clown themed suit appeared to have gone into a panic attack at the sight of some blood slowly seeping out from under the ceiling. A couple of people had somehow gotten into an argument during the commotion and were now screaming at each other. 

Leon noticed Bailey was standing close to his side, practically touching him, and Deacon was standing slightly behind him. Bailey had her fingers in her ears trying to block out the noise. Leon wanted to reach out and touch her, reassure her that things would be alright, but didn’t know how she’d react. In addition, he didn’t fully believe things would be fine.

It took a couple of minutes, but the inspectors finally managed to push their way through the panicked crowd and to the scene. Leon watched as they gathered around the fallen portion of the ceiling and they all grabbed onto the edges of it, lifting it off the people. With their combined strength they did manage to lift it a couple inches, but it was enough to move it to the side to clear. It took each inspector a lot of effort and exerted all their strength to the task, but they managed it. 

Leon noticed Deacon blanch and look away, and he was tempted to do the same. All eight people who had been stuck under the ceiling, were lying there, not moving. A lot of them had giant cuts all over their bodies that were heavily bleeding out, and had dark black and blue bruises all over their bodies. One of them must have been holding a glass before the disaster, as it had smashed and pieces of glass were now deeply embedded into their hand and arm, blood flowing heavily from the wounds. They could all now see where the pool of blood seeping out had come from, and it was the most disturbing sight out of all of it. One of the victims' skulls had been completely smashed open. The ceiling must have hit them at a certain angle and with a lot of force to achieve something as gruesome as that. With their head one hundred percent cracked open, blood seeped extensively from it. Leon was pretty sure he could see the person's brain past the broken bone and blood. This time he did look away. He also became aware of Bailey gripping tightly to his arm. She had her eyes closed and was taking in measured, controlled breaths, trying to stay calm.

Leon felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around to see Deacon. His friend gently led him and Bailey away from the horrific sight and Leon offered no resistance. He wanted to get away from there as soon as possible. 

People were still panicking, and not knowing where to go, most of the building's occupants were still running around. People were still trying their best to stay away from each other and the scene, and with that came a lot of people banging into each other. As Deacon moved Leon and Bailey through the crowd, someone banged heavily into Bailey, making her fall to the ground. 

Bailey was already on the brink of having a meltdown, and the little crash was about to bring her to her breaking point. She shakily began to stand up, using Leon’s leg as a way of support. Tears were already starting to blur her vision, but despite this, she managed to spot something a couple metres away from her. Wiping her eyes, she half crawled, half crouched towards it. She picked it up and showed it to her brother and her friend.

“What’s that?” Deacon asked.

“I don’t know,” Bailey mumbled. “I found it on the ground. It’s smashed real bad but it looks like a remote or something.”

“Do you think it has something to do with the ceiling?” Deacon asked. Almost everyone in the building had concluded already that the roof collapsing was not an accident. Leon looked at Deacon.

“Don’t you think that's a bit of a stretch?”

“Maybe,” Deacon admitted. “But it could also be right. Maybe the remote made the ceiling drop or something. Then whoever did it dropped the remote and let everyone crush it with their big fat feet.”

“It’s still a stretch,” Bailey said.

“But it could still be true,” Deacon pointed out, sticking to his theory.

“Lets move to the side,” Leon suggested. They were standing practically in the middle of the crowd and had been bumped into multiple times. He was starting to get sick of it. Bailey nodded her agreement and they moved their conversation against the wall. At least now they were a bit of a distance away from the people, both dead and alive.

I know this was kind of a weird place to cut the chapter off, but the next part of their convo is apart of the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed it and if you read that part, enjoyed the graphic descriptions of blood. At least I hope it was graphic. That was what I was trying to achieve so yeah. If you have any comments or feedback please give em because I love reading them. If you have any story suggestions that you want me to write, you can send me an ask and I'll eventually try to get to it. Just read my pinned post first because that gives out the shit I will and will not do. Once again, I hope you enjoyed it, have a good day, byeeee.

[johnny-slaughters-favorite-wife]

Needing an online bestie I can send silly art and memes to 🥺

[crimescrimson]

Ada Wong & Leon S. Kennedy: The History [ Resident Evil 4 (2023) ]

[misscromwellsmonocle]

Death of the Princess de Lamballe (1908) by Leon Maxime Faivre

After refusing to swear "hatred to the King and the Queen and the monarchy", Marie Thérèse Louise of Savoy, Princesse de Lamballe, was captured and killed by an angry mob in the September Massacres during the French Revolution in 1792.

(more info)

[ghostlygravekeeper]

So I got around to finally watching Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City and...

The sheer amount of character assassination in this movie makes it more of a character mass-execution.

[reno2005]