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plotbunnytamer · 2 years
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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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And suddenly the world is engulfed in smoke. A rolling wave of pure white, swallowing the trees and leaves, tumbling over her skin and dress. Before her vision crusts over with a blurry film, she makes out the silhouette of a strange, striped metal cylinder rolling down a depression in the earth, its top torn off, spewing white fumes in its erratic path.
Some signal is pounding at her consciousness, something is trying to get through. And then it does.
Cassandra stumbles backwards, bellowing in anguish, as the shock of the utter cold overwhelms her.
The swarm, the swarm—she clutches at her body, and the open sores meet her eyes, weeping streaks of blood across her dress.
A burst of thunder, and Cassandra crumples to the ground. The scythe clatters to the ground, useless. She forces her eyes down, to that locus of agony. Her knee—
Her knee is gone. Not broken. Not wounded. Gone.
She stares blankly at the stump of her thigh, the remnants of her lower leg dangling from a grisly string like a puppet’s limb.
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A grieving widower in search of his child. A village hidden in a forgotten corner of the Carpathian mountains. A coven of dark creatures ruling from the shadows. The actors are ready, the stage is set, the play is about to begin - with one small, minor change to the script.
Ethan Winters now knows what he is.
(Major spoilers for the end of RE: Village)
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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The man opens his eyes. “A fortnight ago, I thought I was human. I know better now. I’m some kind of thing, and I don’t understand it. I’m—” He looks down at his hands, palms facing upwards in supplication. “I’m Rose’s father. That’s who I choose to be. She needs me. My daughter needs me.”
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“You understand that, don’t you?” His eyes swivel to meet hers. “I know you do. Your mother—your sisters—you know what family means, fucked up as you are.” “So, I ask again, Bela Dimitrescu.” Ethan Winters says quietly. “Please help me find my daughter.”
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A grieving widower in search of his child. A village hidden in a forgotten corner of the Carpathian mountains. A coven of dark creatures ruling from the shadows. The actors are ready, the stage is set, the play is about to begin - with one small, minor change to the script.
Ethan Winters now knows what he is.
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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This is kickass! And I guess this marks a milestone in my writing because I’ve never had anyone draw fanart of my stories before.  I’m loving the aesthetic here, reminds me of the insane scribbles of some straightjacketed patient. Like someone tormented by visions of a monstrosity he’s desperately trying to banish to paper.  And for those of you who want to read a fanfic in which Ethan Winters fully embraces his nature as part of the Mold, here you go.  
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31392425/chapters/77633159
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Etan Winte Birds eye view kind of messed it up, but please enjoy. It seems like a cluster of a Licker from RE1, a Molded from RE7 and possibly the infected from Prototype.I don’t know the scale to Ethan (and I can draw bladed arms well) so that sucked a bit.
You have an insanely marketable and fun idea, if I knew anything about coding I would make an FPS out of it in a second, with separate stories and play styles for the (Boomer Shooter) Ethan and The (Rust) Wolf, I think I may have caught your “plot parasite”
Finally, why does it have Alcina/Ethan tags? Does she look at the eldritch horror running around her castle and just melt into his palm?
Best of luck to you, You absolute mold smoking mastermind of a writer
John
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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Etan Winte Birds eye view kind of messed it up, but please enjoy. It seems like a cluster of a Licker from RE1, a Molded from RE7 and possibly the infected from Prototype.I don’t know the scale to Ethan (and I can draw bladed arms well) so that sucked a bit. You have an insanely marketable and fun idea, if I knew anything about coding I would make an FPS out of it in a second, with separate stories and play styles for the (Boomer Shooter) Ethan and The (Rust) Wolf, I think I may have caught your “plot parasite” Finally, why does it have Alcina/Ethan tags? Does she look at the eldritch horror running around her castle and just melt into his palm? Best of luck to you, You absolute mold smoking mastermind of a writer John
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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Bela licks her lips, and the saccharine sweetness of fresh blood brushes against her tongue. Her heart seizes up.
The lycans are gathered here by the dozens, drawn by the scent of vibrant man-blood like moths to a flame. The same man-blood she spilled upon the floor of the old building, scattering to the ground like a libation of fine wine.
The same blood now staining her lips, her clothing, her body.
The same blood warming her belly from the inside.
Bela is the daughter of a countess. A scion of the noble House Dimitrescu, an inheritor of a legacy of culture and etiquette hundreds of years in the making. And certainly not one to stoop to profanity.
Until now.
“Oh, fuck,” whispers Bela.
Fic Summary:
A grieving widower in search of his child. A village hidden in a forgotten corner of the Carpathian mountains. A coven of dark creatures ruling from the shadows. The actors are ready, the stage is set, the play is about to begin - with one small, minor change to the script.
Ethan Winters now knows what he is.
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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This is awesome! Thanks to @crimsonscloud, Let’s See How Special I Am now has its very own TV Tropes page. Do check out the story and add to the page if you can! (I’m so, so very tempted to contribute to the tropes page, if not for the worry that being too self-aware about trope usage would contaminate my writing process. Oh, to be a reader...!) Story synopsis:
A grieving widower in search of his child. A village hidden in a forgotten corner of the Carpathian mountains. A coven of dark creatures ruling from the shadows. The actors are ready, the stage is set, the play is about to begin - with one small, minor change to the script.
Ethan Winters now knows what he is.
AU in which Ethan Winters begins his journey through RE: Village fully aware of his nature as a Molded bioweapon.
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One more addition to this very far-fetched theory (just for the sake of it). Donna’s face with her deformity (and Angie’s face as well) mirrors the Beneviento family crest, with the moon covering one side of the sun. The moon has traditionally been associated with mental illness, with the belief that insanity was triggered by the phases of the moon - from whence comes the word “lunatic/lunacy” from the Latin word for moon, “luna”. It’s noteworthy that the sun being covered by the moon aligns exactly with the deformity on Donna’s face, further implying an association between her wound and her mental illness - a lobotomy scar.
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Theory: Donna Beneviento’s facial wound is a lobotomy scar.
There’s been quite some speculation on the origin of Donna’s facial deformity, and her VA Andi Norris has been tight-lipped about the story behind it. Unfortunately, with Donna being an adult female with mental illness (likely schizophrenia or severe depression) in the 1950s, she would have been living in the heyday of lobotomy, or leucotomy, which is the practice of severing connections in the brain, more specifically the prefrontal cortex. (NB edit: there have been recorded instances of lobotomies being performed in children, including Howard Dully who underwent a lobotomy at 12 years old; the actual numbers going undocumented are likely to be even higher and at even younger ages for ‘behavioral control’. This could line up with her canon backstory of having the wound since childhood.)
She may have been specifically subjected to transorbital (or “ice pick”) lobotomy, which was developed to avoid the drilling of holes in the skull. A thin metal rod would essentially have been driven through the eye socket into the brain, before being “swept” from side to side to cut the connections from the prefrontal cortex to the thalamus (believed to cure “abnormal stimulation” leading to mental illness). The procedure would have been done on both eye sockets. Perhaps the surgical procedure was botched on her right eye, leading both to blindness as well as a severe disfiguration (highly likely, given it would have been done by a village physician in 1950s communist Romania). As for the lack of a wound on the left eye, perhaps the procedure was abandoned due to the complications of the right eye, or that it was completed successfully on the left eye first. Either way, the procedure would have left Donna with both a severe facial deformity (further contributing to her isolation, anxiety, and depression), as well as impaired mental function and numerous neurological deficits. Donna Beneviento has been shown to be completely mute, communicating almost entirely through Angie and her dolls. An interesting tidbit is that areas often damaged by frontal lobotomies include Wernicke’s area which controls speech comprehension, Broca’s area which controls speech production, or the arcuate fasciculus which connects both areas. The exact nature of her language disorder is doubtful, however, since the fact that she is able to communicate normally through Angie as well as write on the back of the photo Ethan finds later, should indicate that her linguistic comprehension is intact. Additionally, Wernicke’s and Broca’s areas would have been found in the dominant hemisphere on the left rather than the right (assuming she is right-handed, although 70% of left-handed people would also have speech areas on the left hemisphere), which would suggest the damage has been done by the lobotomy on her left eye instead. Another possibility is that her mutism is linked to her underlying mental illness, which would likely have worsened following the procedure. As for the Cadou overgrowth in her wound, the simplest explanation could also be the most chilling. Mother Miranda may have decided that the easiest way to implant the Cadou parasite would be to use an existing scar that happens to communicate directly to the brain from the outside. The subsequent growth would have caused the wound to be deformed further, until it resembles what is seen in the main game. 
The final cruel stroke of fate is that Ethan Winters kills her with a stab to the skull, almost exactly at her frontal lobe, mirroring the very procedure that robbed her of independence, and possibly speech, in the first place.
Donna’s tragic story is fictional, but the fate she suffered is very much rooted in reality. The vast majority of patients subjected to lobotomy have been women, almost always against their will, with a horrific slew of complications. The procedure robbed patients of spontaneity, individuality, independence, and clarity, for the sake of making them more “agreeable” or “easier to live with.” The widespread use of lobotomy has been one of the major failures of modern medicine, and another painful note in the long history of mismanagement, neglect, and mischaracterisation of mental illness in women. Donna could speak and act through Angie, unlike the great numbers of women victimised by this barbaric procedure who lived, and eventually died, in sedate and involuntary silence.
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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I think lots of people deriding this piece of advice are misled. I first discovered this essay 4 years ago as a part of Chuck Palahniuk’s 36 craft essays on writing, and he never presented it as a be-all-and-end-all approach to descriptive writing. Rather, he asked readers to treat this technique - and all other techniques he introduced - as tools in a toolbox; pick ones that work for you, ignore those that don’t. You’ll find yourself gravitating towards certain tools more than others, and that has to do more with your own approach to writing as well as life in general (how you perceive stimuli, how you frame your thoughts). For me, this technique of ‘unpacking’ became my monkey wrench for the past couple years - you know, that one tool that you end up using over and over. That being said, you can’t use a monkey wrench for everything; sometimes you just need your character to ‘think,’ ‘feel,’ or ‘suppose.’ I find it useful as a way to control the reader’s perception of time or the significance of a situation: unpack when you want time to move slowly, and pack it up when you just need things to move on. In any case, I’d encourage anyone to try this out for at least a couple weeks; if it doesn’t work for you, at the very least you have added a tool to the bottom of your toolbox that you might find yourself digging up someday.
So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.
I'm going to try it.
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Theory: Donna Beneviento’s facial wound is a lobotomy scar.
There’s been quite some speculation on the origin of Donna’s facial deformity, and her VA Andi Norris has been tight-lipped about the story behind it. Unfortunately, with Donna being an adult female with mental illness (likely schizophrenia or severe depression) in the 1950s, she would have been living in the heyday of lobotomy, or leucotomy, which is the practice of severing connections in the brain, more specifically the prefrontal cortex. (NB edit: there have been recorded instances of lobotomies being performed in children, including Howard Dully who underwent a lobotomy at 12 years old; the actual numbers going undocumented are likely to be even higher and at even younger ages for ‘behavioral control’. This could line up with her canon backstory of having the wound since childhood.)
She may have been specifically subjected to transorbital (or “ice pick”) lobotomy, which was developed to avoid the drilling of holes in the skull. A thin metal rod would essentially have been driven through the eye socket into the brain, before being “swept” from side to side to cut the connections from the prefrontal cortex to the thalamus (believed to cure “abnormal stimulation” leading to mental illness). The procedure would have been done on both eye sockets. Perhaps the surgical procedure was botched on her right eye, leading both to blindness as well as a severe disfiguration (highly likely, given it would have been done by a village physician in 1950s communist Romania). As for the lack of a wound on the left eye, perhaps the procedure was abandoned due to the complications of the right eye, or that it was completed successfully on the left eye first. Either way, the procedure would have left Donna with both a severe facial deformity (further contributing to her isolation, anxiety, and depression), as well as impaired mental function and numerous neurological deficits. Donna Beneviento has been shown to be completely mute, communicating almost entirely through Angie and her dolls. An interesting tidbit is that areas often damaged by frontal lobotomies include Wernicke’s area which controls speech comprehension, Broca’s area which controls speech production, or the arcuate fasciculus which connects both areas. The exact nature of her language disorder is doubtful, however, since the fact that she is able to communicate normally through Angie as well as write on the back of the photo Ethan finds later, should indicate that her linguistic comprehension is intact. Additionally, Wernicke’s and Broca’s areas would have been found in the dominant hemisphere on the left rather than the right (assuming she is right-handed, although 70% of left-handed people would also have speech areas on the left hemisphere), which would suggest the damage has been done by the lobotomy on her left eye instead. Another possibility is that her mutism is linked to her underlying mental illness, which would likely have worsened following the procedure. As for the Cadou overgrowth in her wound, the simplest explanation could also be the most chilling. Mother Miranda may have decided that the easiest way to implant the Cadou parasite would be to use an existing scar that happens to communicate directly to the brain from the outside. The subsequent growth would have caused the wound to be deformed further, until it resembles what is seen in the main game. 
The final cruel stroke of fate is that Ethan Winters kills her with a stab to the skull, almost exactly at her frontal lobe, mirroring the very procedure that robbed her of independence, and possibly speech, in the first place.
Donna’s tragic story is fictional, but the fate she suffered is very much rooted in reality. The vast majority of patients subjected to lobotomy have been women, almost always against their will, with a horrific slew of complications. The procedure robbed patients of spontaneity, individuality, independence, and clarity, for the sake of making them more “agreeable” or “easier to live with.” The widespread use of lobotomy has been one of the major failures of modern medicine, and another painful note in the long history of mismanagement, neglect, and mischaracterisation of mental illness in women. Donna could speak and act through Angie, unlike the great numbers of women victimised by this barbaric procedure who lived, and eventually died, in sedate and involuntary silence.
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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Warm, smooth, soft, nice—a delicious-looking man-thing, blond hair combed back onto his scalp, a jawline with the barest hint of stubble, a smell that drives her giddy, and those—those eyes!
Her heart is a pounding drum, the whisper of need inside her growing and swelling until it is a full chorus. His jacket is ripped, the gash in his torn shirt offering a titillating view of his bare, pale chest—the teasing peak of his nipple, that subtle bounding of the flesh underneath, rising and falling—his heart, his heart, warm, wet, bright red blood!
She can see it in her mind’s eye, the taste of his body as she runs her tongue over his bare chest, lightly biting his nipple, feeling his heart beating under her touch, right before she buries the blade into his neck—
Bela Dimitrescu licks her lips, the scythe held aloft like a carving knife as she surveys the feast before her.
PS. Also, to those who happen to be bullying Bekka Prewitt (Bela’s VA) online, may you get out of bed at night to pee and then step on a landmine
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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What inspired you to start writing Let’s See How Special I Am (which is a very enjoyable read thus far, by the way!)?
Too much Dommy Mommy, not enough Daddy Ethan
I honestly started writing Let’s See How Special I Am as pretty much a crack fic, because it just seemed like such a waste that our Moldy boi with insane potential never got to spread his fungal wings. I wanted to give it a spin, “New Game +” style, with Ethan having full awareness of his Molded nature and even rudimentary control over the mutamycete. As I continued to write, however, I realised this would be a chance to give Ethan some more agency, to act rather than simply react; to structure objectives and take the lead. In all fairness, I am aware of my influences and don’t claim to be completely original. I drew from quite a few sources during the course of writing, including some body horror works by Junji Ito (Dissection Girl, Honored Ancestors, Gyo), Dead Space (rest in peace, Visceral Games), Prototype (amnesiac wakes up to later discover he is merely a non-human entity with another’s memories), some older creepypastas like The Rake, and HP Lovecraft (The Outsider, Shadow over Innsmouth, The Dunwich Horror, At the Mountains of Madness...not to mention the shapeshifting Shoggoth). (Fun fact: the story Alcina Dimitrescu is reading to her daughters in Chapter 3 is HP Lovecraft’s Cool Air, which tells of a dead man trying to stave off his own decomposition by refrigerating his body through extreme methods. I thought it was appropriate given the setting!) The story is an absolute blast to write and I’m having a lot of fun. I want to give a shoutout to everyone who’s been so supportive with comments, questions, kudos, and messages on AO3 as well as Tumblr. I’ve been trying to reply to as many of the comments/reviews as possible (though my work schedule doesn’t always allow it), but each and every one of them is much appreciated. Thanks for your interest, for your question, and I hope to keep hearing from you!
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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Been writing Let’s See How Special I Am for a bit now, and someone asked how Ethan’s mutated/evolved form would look. Up till that point, I had honestly no idea apart for some vague hand-wavey descriptions; I ended up doodling some stuff on scrap paper and ended up with this...whatever...this is. I had the idea that instead of somehow quadrupling in size and mass like regular RE villains, Ethan’s form should involve making use of limited biomass, with the end result that the mutated form is enmeshed with his human one. 
 And for the curious, this is a Resident Evil: Village fic that starts off pretty much at the start of the game, everything exactly the same except for one minor, insignificant detail: Ethan Winters now knows what he actually is.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31392425/chapters/77633159
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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I came across concept art of Salvatore Moreau from RE: Village, and interestingly his skeleton appears to be that of a regular human. His trousers underneath his robe also look like they fit normal-sized legs. His short stature could be more to the sheer weight of the Cadou infestation on his neck and back leading to severe kyphoscoliosis. Maybe his original human form would have been of normal height - perhaps even the same height as Heisenberg. It does lend credence to the idea that he was infested as an adult, with a fully-developed physique, rather than as an infant or child.
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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A fic in which Ethan Winters has had enough of bullshit
Bela Dimitrescu: What’s wrong, little one? Are you scared? (giggles)
Ethan Winters: The doctor is out. What the fuck do you want?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31392425/chapters/77633159
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plotbunnytamer · 3 years
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Excerpt from the second chapter:
Alcina cradles her eldest daughter to her bosom, her eyes taking in the morning light as the sun spreads its rays over a cold and empty horizon. She whispers a prayer of thanks to Miranda for the gift. The Cadou even, as it is named—strong and pregnant with power, great enough to wash away pain.
The pain of a childhood racked with agony, of thin limbs and bruised joints, of months spent in isolation in a cloud of laudanum.
The pain, even, of three misshapen lumps of flesh lying motionless upon her birthing bed, each one attached by a thin string to a lumpy mockery of an almost-placenta.
No, she promises herself, as she watches her daughter feed. Alcina Dimitrescu would never know pain again.
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