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wallflowerimagines · 1 year

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Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.

How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.

I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"

Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---

Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.

Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.

When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.

Oh. You can. You...can speak?

It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.

However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.

(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)

The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!💞

Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---

Donna Beneviento

I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.

She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.

Truly dreamy💕💕💕

The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.

You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".

She drops a stitch.

Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.

It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.

She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.

Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.

He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.

He's! So! Excited!

He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....

Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.

Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.

"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."

Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????

Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.

Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.

Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth 💗.

Karl Heisenberg

Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.

He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.

"You missed a spot--"

jESUS FUCK

Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."

Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.

What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?

Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.

Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.

Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.

Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.

It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.

Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.

It just makes your relationship feel even more right. ❤️

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 9 months

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Resident Evil Village characters with a chubby fem s/o

Dating Headcanons (+ Some bonus drabbles for a few)

Including Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau and Mother Miranda

(Reader is somewhat coquette? Princesscore? Just the dainty feminine type)

Credits to dividers used are on this post.

Rules for requests

If you don't want to send requests through Tumblr, my Instagram is always an option.

Please interact with this post as much as possible, it helps a lot. Thank you <3

A/n: Hi lovelies, Lia here. I'm back after a long time. I hope you enjoy this post and I'll be setting up my schedule soon, I'll be posting once or twice every 1-2 week/s. If you can't tell, purple has always been my theme. I'll add more to these and edit it if I think of more to add. Any mistakes will be corrected upon checking.

This is just me but I love the concept of like a girl who is so sweet and her style just looks so fem and she's just surrounded by all the creepy things that are resident evil.

I'll be checking and if this post does well I will write more.

Warnings/Disclaimers: English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Blood, gore?, violence, typical resident evil stuff and mentions of insecurity. Slight suggestive content if you squint.

Alcina Dimitrescu

First of all despite your plush stature, she still treats you like a porcelain doll.

She just adores you so much (I mean she herself is tall and plus size).

Motherly nature and all, she has three daughters and honestly if she ever sees you interact with them. It would just warm her cadou infested heart.

Insecure about stretch marks? She'll kiss that shit away right then and there. She'll even show you hers because let's be honest here stretch marks are beautiful, you just don't like them on yourself.

Anyone insults or talks shit about you? She'll get rid of them, in any way possible depending on what they said. She'll pick a suitable punishment for them, ranges from "you're fired" to "I'm going to skin you alive and tear your heart out".

Alcina is a confident and dominant figure, she isn't swayed by something so small as beauty standards. Especially in herself, therefore I think she'd even help you build your confidence up.

Gifts galore with this woman, she love to spoil you with her riches. Loves to see you adorned with luxurious items that she give you.

Love dressing up with you, seeing you all dolled up for her. Has custom made clothes for you, sometimes opts for an outfit that matches or contrasts yours perfectly.

Knows what compliments your features best since she loves to bring them out.

Her hosting soirees and balls with you as her special guest, having you wear elegant dresses that she bought for you.

I see her as this almost touchy type. She'll love having you curl up on her lap while she gets paperwork done.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

You called Alcina's attention wanting to see her reaction to the new dress you bought, Alcina's eyes lit up at your elegance and charm. She smiled warmly, taking your hand in hers. "You look enchanting, my darling," she purred, proud to have you by her side.

Karl Heisenberg

Stinky metal dilf here actually loves that you're so soft in contrast to his gruff and abrasive nature.

He hasn't had physical affection in a long time so having someone soft and warm to hold is new to him.

Karl is naturally protective over you, especially because he thinks you're fragile. I mean compared to whatever's in the village, the rest of the lords and Mother Miranda.

I bet you this man has tore down someone for you, he chopped them off limb by limb for insulting you.

I can't get enough of the dynamic you'd have. It's like the grumpy x sunshine trope, this man has a sharp tongue. Especially when you hear him insult Lady Dimitrescu.

This man has a soft spot for you, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can make him take a bath after being all sweaty from working with machinery all day.

I feel like he has scars all of his body, especially his very toned back.

Doesn't mind you leaving scratches when you're in the bedroom

Alcina sometimes tries to piss him off by commenting at the fact that you are soft and dainty while Karl is just the opposite and offers you an opportunity to be with "Someone refined" (She ain't wrong).

It really is just to get to Karl's nerves.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Karl smirked, trying to play it cool, but you could see the admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, princess," he teased, pulling you into a hug. He whispered softly, "You're somethin' special, ya know?"

Donna Beneviento

You know Donna understands what it's like being insecure about looks but to her you're just perfect in every single way.

Donna just doesn't give a shit in a good way, she doesn't judge people based on their appearance. It's dumb and shallow.

Donna would absolutely adore making clothes for you or altering your current ones. It's a skill she's proud of and seeing you appreciate it makes her all the more in love with you.

Angie has made a few comments resulting in her getting kicked off into space but once Donna warms her about that and how you don't like it, she'll stop in respect towards you. Which is rare considering how Angie is.

Donna's personal style definitely helps contrast yours, though it's the opposite from your soft light colors.

Thinks you're so pretty, she's smitten. Even though yours are different from you, she still makes use of her skills to fit your clothing tastes.

I can just imagine her staring at you in awe as you spin around and show her how the dress she made fits you. I like to think she has your measurements memorized from head to toe.

She take one look at something and already know how it would fit on you or if she needs to alter.

You once asked her to make a doll that looks like the both of you (and Angie but like a smaller version that fits the doll's arms).

Donna entered your shared bedroom to find you but noticed something on the shelves. It was the dolls she made sitting against the book. She noticed how you positioned them. Holding hand while the tiny Angie replica was on the doll version of her's lap. Donna swore at that moment she was gonna melt.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Donna's expression softened as she saw you in the vintage lace dress. She held your hand, wordlessly conveying her affection and admiration.

Salvatore Moreau

God so help him, he was flabbergasted when he first heard about your insecurity. Literally why? Like you are just the most beautiful thing that walked the planet in his eyes.

He just worships the ground you walk on, he isn't as wealthy as the other lords but still, he give you his best efforts by carving you small trinkets out of wood.

Gifts you natural things he finds like crystals and whatnot.

Best of efforts when he comforts you. Sometimes he's too scared to physically touch you because he thinks he'll hurt you.

You're relationship is filled mostly by nature, despite the wasteland that surrounds your living area. It's hauntingly beautiful in it's own way. (Some of it I suppose)

Feels more at ease around you, think about how much he wanted to just make Mother Miranda proud of him, he's that with you but 10x more the effort.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Salvatore couldn't contain his delight at seeing you in the dress. "You're my beautiful water nymph princess!" he exclaimed, spinning you around with excitement.

Mother Miranda

You peeked her interest when she first saw you, I mean you're her complete opposite. She finds beauty in dark items and almost gothic stuff, so her taking an interest to you just made her even more curious.

She works a lot so gifts and trinkets to remind you of her are an occasional thing. I can just imagine you taming crows and she's just in awe.

Loyalty of crows means they leave you shiny trinkets and sometimes Miranda takes them for herself when she likes whatever they bring.

Again she's one to think you're fragile because of your style, you just look so cute and soft.

Nobody dares insult you, I mean if you really won the heart of Mother Miranda they are fucked if they even speak a little out of line.

Likes to keep you by her side despite working a lot. So you'd often be by her side during her meetings with the four lords and honestly you are such an eye candy.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Mother Miranda's composure remained regal, but her eyes showed approval. "You look exquisite" she acknowledged, holding your hand with reverence. To her, you were a jewel among mortals, deserving of admiration.

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ilovedonnabeneviento · 9 months

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FLASH WARNING

Karl really thought "I can change him 🥺"

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yoursweetdenial · 2 years

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Miranda and the 4 Lords: *greet Y/N and tell her their names*

Y/N: I'm not good with names. *addressing Alcina* Uhmm... Can I call you mine?)))

Donna to Miranda: That was smooth

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crow-cards · 1 year

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re8 hug headcanons

for the four lords, the dimitrescu daughters, and ethan winters

if u like these, send me some requests!!! I will love u forever

Alcina Dimitrescu

since she's so Large, the best hug you could give her is a hug on the leg, in which she'd reciprocate by placing a gentle hand on your back

though if she feels like putting more effort into it, she'll pick you up and hold you properly, a gentle lean against you with her head and a hand on your back with a light pat before setting you back down

maybe she'll give you a parting head pat too

she'll only hug you if she likes you though. otherwise she Will kick you and call you filthy

Dimitrescu Daughters

they all give you a big group hug that knocks you over immediately because they just throw themselves at you

if you DON'T fall though, they're all jumping and excited and squeezing the air outta you

if they're less energetic though, they're more gentle, still holding you tight but they lean their heads against you and get as close as they can

Donna & Angie

not too keen on touch so she's not very likely to hug anyone (other than angie of course) but if she especially likes you, she'll give you a very gentle hug, chin resting on your shoulder and arms wrapped loosely around your back. it doesn't last too long either, but it means a lot so you better appreciate it

don't hold her too tightly either, return her carefulness, and slowly settle into more tight hugs as she gets used to the affection, something she doesn't receive a lot

angie on the other hand will LATCH onto you, arms around your neck and dancing excitedly

she'll often join your and donna's hugs too, helps makes the both of you more relaxed in it

Salvatore Moreau

he's too nervous to ever initiate a hug himself, but the moment you give him one, he pauses for a moment and then gets all excited and hugs you so tightly, stomping happily and nuzzling close

he then gives you hugs more frequently, still very happy but not as overexcited as he was the first time

after a while he'll start thinking that maybe he's being a little annoying and backs off for a bit until you give him some reassurance, then he's happily clinging to you again

Karl Heisenberg

would never initiate a hug first, and the moment that you hug him he just. freezes. hesitantly returns it and is Very confused on why you'd do this. it'd be an awkward, one arm hovering over your back and the other giving an awkward pat kind of hug

if he's not close to you or isn't fond of you, he'll just shove you away aggressively, this man does not care for your wellbeing or if you go flying into a pile of scrap afterwards

but besides that, the more frequent the hugs become, the less awkward and tense it'll be. second time is a more proper arms-around-you hug, but still a bit tense. the hugs after that slowly evolve into proper ones, and after it clicks that you do it because you care and want to, he melts into them. arms wrapped tight around you, face buried in your shoulder/neck, and some weight put into you. he stays there for a moment, don't interrupt the silence, just let him relax for once

hugs after that are still meaningful but less emotional, he'll give tight side and proper hugs, squeezing you then ruffling your hair after you pull away. then there's still the ones where you just sit there a moment and enjoy the embrace

Ethan Winters

gives tight, arms fully wrapped around you, face buried in your shoulder types of hugs. lingers for a couple seconds more, too

not tight enough that he's squeezing the air outta you, but a comforting tight. gives squeezes sometimes too

also gives playful side hugs while ruffling your hair, but he'll fix it for you afterwards if you complain about it

god I don't want ethan's to be the shortest portion bc I love him a lot but there's rlly not much else to say here 😭

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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I have a problem and it's that I can't stop writing these.

Cuddling headcanons about Ethan Winters, Salvatore Moreau, and Karl Heisenberg.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Ethan Winters

Oftentimes, Ethan just wants to be held or hold someone he loves and doesn’t realize just how much until it’s happening.

You start cuddling with this man and he’s frequently blown away by just how much he doesn’t ever want you to stop. It’s hard for him to wipe the soft grin off his face.

Ethan loves when you run your fingers through his hair. He tends to do it to you as well (if he can).

His favorite way to cuddle is to spoon.

His preference leans slightly more towards being the one that’s getting held, but really, he'll be happy as long as he gets to be close to you.

The man is a nuzzler. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, your back, etc.

He likes to press kisses against the tip of your nose when your guys’ position allows it.

Salvatore Moreau

Due to his mutations, Sal can only lay on his side (with a specific arrangement of pillows and blankets), and there are only a couple of positions where he can comfortably cuddle with you.

Boy does this man love cuddling with you, though! He is so touch-starved.

His go-to is to cling to your upper back, an arm draped over your shoulder, and his legs hooked around your waist.

Also loves when you both lay facing each other and simply clasp your hands together.

Also, when you’re both sitting and you wrap your arms around one of his and rest your head against his shoulder? Maybe with your legs drawn up and one of your knees touching his thigh? Never pull away. Please.

Sal is a bit shy when it comes to initiating, but after a bit of fumbling, he tends to just go for it if you aren’t picking up on what he’s trying to say.

Be warned, he has cold feet <3

Karl Heisenberg

Karl is not a cuddler (lie). He is not super touch-starved (a bigger lie).

He definitely prefers to be the one holding you.

He loves to have you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket. He’ll drape an arm over you and rest his head on his other.

The man is constantly warm. You probably won’t need more than one blanket.

If Karl falls asleep while cuddling, he doesn’t just fall asleep. He passes the fuck out. Good luck trying to wake him up. Or slip out of his grasp when you want to get a drink or something.

He frequently rests his legs across your lap.

He also does that thing where he slings an arm around your shoulders quite a bit.

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jacobfryes-hoe · 1 year

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If they are still open requests, how would the four lords with a Mexican s/o regarding cultural exchange?

No problem!! also so sorry I've left this for so long, I've no good excuse I was just being lazy.

disclaimer: gifs are not mine!! I don't know much about Mexican culture and couldn't find much info and have gone based of what I could find so i hope this is fine :)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina would be more than happy to discuss your culture, she is intrigued by it and would love to partake in your traditions.

would have her maids make your favourite foods from your childhood, and would wine and dine with you - happily eating your Mexican food and spice wise she can handle it quite well. (the girls can't though)

finds Mexican fashion to be quite beautiful and elegant and honestly finds it so attractive.

definitely listens to romantic Spanish music at the end of a stressful day.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is mostly intrigued when you show her Mexican fashion and loves to make little clothes inspired by Mexican fashion because she finds it amazingly beautiful.

loves classical Spanish music when she's doing her doll-making.

she loves cooking your childhood recipes with you, but she can only handle so much spice when it comes to eating it.

like Alcina would love to partake in your traditions with you.

Karl Heisenberg

straight away he's insisting her can handle the spice and insists you cook him the spiciest recipe you know, but to do so would be a waste because he can't handle it and you'd end up having to put milk in it for him - but it is fun to watch him try and act like the spice isn't getting to him even though his face is bright red and his eyes are watering.

this dirty boy would suggest you dirty talk to him in Spanish because it's in his words "spicy" but you can just remind him how he can't handle spicy.

Honestly, he doesn't too much care for traditions but would do it for you if that's what you want.

doesn't care for the music, and doesn't like it because he can't understand it.

Moreau Salvatore

Moreau can't handle spicy food, it upsets his sensitive stomach a lot to the point it hurts, but this little sweetheart would still try your food to avoid hurting your feelings by turning it down.

loves listening to you talk about anything and loves even more so listening to you talk about something you hold dear to you and also getting to know you.

loves how colourful Mexican style can be, Moreau just loves bright colours, something about them just makes him happy.

would go out of his way to learn about your culture because he cares for you so much and wants to show you that, also would gladly participate like Alcina and Donna with your traditions because they are important to you.

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uwuowotf2waslife · 1 year

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What does your husbando/waifu/nonbinary barbie-crotched S/O says about you?

TW: slight teasing,but oh well...., also nsfw themes and swearing ( sowwy)

TEAM FARTRESS 2

Scooter/weanie man: complete morosexual or the unhuman need to take care of Boston inhabitants with room temperature EQ ( en englais: you have the mommy/daddy/parent kink and you want to show that boi all the love he deserves)

Soldier: you are a human carpet ( sub) or so Dom my sibling in Christ I am terrified. You think his bravery/randomness is endearing or you got roped in by every tumblr/wattpad headcanon potraying him as the ultimate beefcake ( cant argue with you, mofo built like a brickhouse on steroids without the roids.)

Pybro: A. you are a nonbinary peep and any nb representation makes your ovaries/balls/reproductive parts COMBUst with excitment. B. intense latex/leather kink with slight burn/wax play on main. I am both afraid and faschinated by your ability to flesh out on a person we barely know the most basics of their personaility, Godspeed you allmighty bAstERD <3

eNGIe: cowboy appreciator, daddy seeker and parental figure creamer connesuer, you fell in love with the ( here ) so much you actively search and look out for the gruff, wrench handling and guitar-playing texas man of your dreams. No matter your gender or sexuality engie hits that hotspot only the daddiest of daddies hit !

Heavy: rare breed of bear enjoyer, probs an older sibling that wants to make the older sibling ( tired, unhydrated and slighty (( extremely)) in need of therapy) pair. Probably not a huge shipper since you view HeavyMedic as more of a platonic pairing, or you are of the rarest Medicx Reader x Heavy poly sandwich. Please dont hug him too tight, hell hug tired and make your eyes pop like a cheap pop eyed toy.

Demo: contrary to popular belief, you are not a bbc enjoyer/seeker, Demoman isnt just a sextoy to you. He is just the only level headed person you see in a team of morons ( for u) or manchildren with murder tendencies and well, JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE IS BUILT WITH ABBS LIKE A WASHBOARD AND LOVES HIS MOM, HE IS NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL. HE IS SOULMATE/LOVE TILL DEATH ( WONT DO YOU PART, HE KNOWS MAGIK TO RECITATE YOU) , PLEASE I SALUTE YOU YOU GLORIOUS TAVISH ENJOYER!

Medic: WE GET IT HE IS HANDSOME AND SOUNDS EITHER LIKE A CHICKEN WITH A TOP TIER DANTE DEMON OR HOT GERMAN GILF! Please dont canoodle him so hard, youll throw out his back or break his hip. Also very questionable kinks ( i see you blood kinksters). You unironically are the I cAn MakE HiM So MUch WorSE squad and you scare me.

Sniper: yes he is the ratman ofyour dreams and yes he is also really pretty, but please stop treating him like a man who aint also a hired killer. Yes he wont even think to correct his Macas orders, but he will and can make you swoon so hard you look redder than Pyros suit, mans gots that outdoors, unshowered , rugged swagg and he is rocking it harder than the fricking 80s <3 <3

Spah: yesh you have a french kink, yes you want him to whisper in your ear soft french while he btters your bagguet, probably into dilfs or gilfs in the distance because none is a dilf /suave/sensual enough for you. ( perfume isnt a shower, go to shower now, mon petit coucou

RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE ( or the bimbofied RE4)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu: a cis male/ a sapphic soul/trans,enby vagabond who respectfully wants to drown while motorboating he absolute units of bazoongas. Perhaps slight size kink and perhaps a person who doesnt mind a good blood slurped by their F! S/O if their tumm had the ramblies. Please dont go overboard, or youll enter the unholy assemblange of vore/stuffing kink irl

Donna Bienevento: creepypasta kid, you unironically got spooked first time you read Jeff the Killer. Probably into some questionable types of literature, hardcore horror enjoyer who also has a sanrio addiction. You have tried some kinds of handcraftmanship and might even have some hobbies that involve handiwork. I applaud you, but please dont give the basement FEOTus monster your choccy milk, itll have the zoomies and knock of angies card-castle.

Salvatore Moreau: the epitome of I can fix him! peeps, probably slight hurt/comfort enjoyer. You saw how dirty all the other treat him and you crave to make fish man happy. Both feet in monsterfuckening domain, unironically want to do the dirty while he is at monster form. Maybe you saw the Shape of Water and your brain did the thingy, but oh well, please continue on and make the lord of the reservoir the happiest fish in the sea!

Karl Heisenberg : you slimy, daddy kinked bAsterds, cant we have one game with a slight rat man with a good VA without yall flocking to him like lycans to his factory for french toast scraps??? slight bdsm enjoyer, or person who wants metal rat man happy and softened out like a soviet made breadcutter blade after a top tier professional restoration. Either way, please handle with care he may cry if you hug him the good way

The duke: an absolute chad who may or may not want to drown all your sorrows to a large, beautiful, suave man hug ( or man-thing, you never know.) You seriously deserve the world, because you be pumping fics faster than a heated political debate on Reddit. Also probably a slight hand kink, we all show those monsters at the Shadow of Rose DLC.

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finn-writes-stuff · 2 years

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hi :) i didn’t see anywhere that requests were closed, but if they are feel all free to ignore this!!

can i request something’s for Resident Evil 8? maybe reader is a shape shifter, but their main shift is a cat? (preferably a smaller one so they can sneak around)

and at one point the reader sits at one of the lords meetings just to eavesdrop, no particular reason. basically they’re just a free roaming cat and go where they’d like, as long as they’re not caught.

please and thanks love <3

This is such a polite and pleasant request, thank you <3

Platonic! RE8 x Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil 8

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: N/A

Gender-Neutral Reader

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While the village is not exactly filled with cats, you're innocuous that no one really looks twice at you. It suits you perfectly, allowing you to go wherever you please.

When you do run into the Lords in your cat form, you get some varied reactions.

Moreau, when he spots you, will inevitably start to coo at you, doing his best to coax you closer. He wants to pet you, and if you let him, he'll shower you in treats in praise about what a lovely kitty you are. He's not nimble enough to catch you if you don't want him to though.

Donna is a little less persistent. When you decide to adventure through her manor and catch her eye, she'll often just watch you for a long moment. She's too worried about scaring you off to reach out. On days when she's a little less lost in her head, she'll set out food or milk for you.

House Beneviento is not a place of peace for you though. Angie will run at you to try and pet you and tug at your tail. With how quick she is, she's harder to dodge, as well.

The castle is perhaps even more dangerous perhaps.

Alcina tends to do little past noticing you. She's a busy woman who doesn't have time to be chasing after strays. Although if you find your way into her room or office, she'll speak to you, venting about business problems.

The girls are terrors though. They absolutely love you and will do their best to catch you. If they do, inevitably they'll try to keep you as a pet.

Bela seems the nicest at first, coaxing you to her with treats and soft words. But she also owns cages and collars, trapping you in her room if you let her too close.

Cassandra never tries to lure you close, she enjoys chasing you too much. Your cat form is small enough that you can usually evade her, but the thrill of the hunt always seems to make her faster.

Daniela tries to sneak up on you. If you let your guard down in the castle, she'll jump out at you, trying to bundle you off to her room without her sisters seeing. She has also dubbed you Mittens, regardless of how you respond to this.

The castle is perhaps better than Heisenberg's factory though. Between the Lycans that surround it and the soldats within, you'll find yourself threatened at every turn.

Heisenberg himself rarely pays much attention to you around town, but after you managed to get into his workshop, you caught his attention. He was impressed with how clever you must have been to get there.

He'll let you go as you please, but when you are there, you can expect something to eat, a hand scratching under your chin, and an explanation on his new experiments.

Finding your way into a lords' meeting was an adventure. There were regularly Lycans everywhere, keeping guard. But you've been evading them for as long as you've lived here.

You found a nice vantage point where you could lay down and listen. For a few meetings, you simply rested there, without being noticed.

At least you thought so. Once, after the lords left, Mother Miranda looked up at you, directly catching your eye.

You decided to avoid the next meeting.

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Literally wondering if you can make a cursed chaotic fic where Alcina drinks her wine and apparently there is a potion in there that turns you into a baby mentally. Surprise, she is a baby now in a grown woman's body and has to be taken care of for 24 hours until tomorrow when she turns back to normal again. She even doesn't know how to talk and walk anymore and Heisenberg stole the potion then put in inside her wine as a prank...

Literally imagine babysitting a grown ass 9'6 woman whose brain has been turned back into a baby.

Also you can ignore this ask if you want, I'm really just asking for fun. 😊

Xoxo Milkie

Absolutely 😂 Oh I had a blast writing this. Thanks for the request!

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Lady CeeCee

"Your lycans have intruded Donnas land multiple times now, Heisenberg. Do not make me handle them for you, do you understand?"

You could tell your Lady was out of her mind bored as she listened to Mother Miranda talk to her son across the dinner table.

It was their monthly family dinner, this time at Castle Dimitrescu. Every month the location would change from Miranda, to Alcina, then Karl, Donna and lastly Salvatore before the whole thing repeated itself.

Lady Dimitrescu sat leaned back in her chair, eyebrows raised as she released a big sigh. Her head turned to face you, standing against the wall and offering a small smile which you returned. The lady tapped her glass gently and gave a small nod, letting you know shed like some wine.

Carrying over the bottle you were holding, you stood next to her as you opened it. The seal felt like it has been opened before, but you didn't pay too much of a thought to it as you poured her her glass before returning back to your spot.

You couldn't help but notice how shifty Lady Dimitrescu began to get after what must've been her third glass. Heisenberg on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear, which all of you thought was caused by the girls small commotion with Angie.

Even though you knew you weren't allowed to leave your spot during times like these, you sneaked over to her. As soon as she noticed, her head turned to face you before she gave you a soft smile.

"My Lady, are you quite well?"

You whispered, her eyebrows furrowing for a moment while she remained silent for a few seconds.

"Mama?"

Silence fell over the room faster than someone could from the tower of worship, Miranda turning her head to her eldest daughter, the look of surprise on her face not to miss.

"Alcina, I'm not sure if I ever had you refer to me that way-"

She, however, was cut short by Alcina turning her head to her and blowing raspberries once across the whole table. Miranda, who had gotten some spit droplets in her face, closed her eyes while desperately feeling around the table for a napkin.

"H-Here mother.."

Miranda muttered silent latin curses while taking the napkin Salvatore had handed her.

"How dare you Alcina!"

She on the other hand payed no mind to the funny looking bird woman while turning her attention back to you, holding out her arms.

You looked up at her in pure shock. Not only had she just spit in Mother Mirandas face, but she had also called you Mama. Your cheeks burned scarlet as you turned to face the table, all eyes on you and your Lady.

Once Alcina repeated herself, even going as far as making grabby hands, Heisenberg lost it.

He began laughing tears while watching the scene unfold before him, beginning to curl and hold his stomach.

"I dont think the lady is quite well. If you'd excuse us, I think its best if she laid DOWN!!"

You yelled and next thing you knew was that your Lady had taken you to the ground. The over 300 pound woman was now laying ontop of you and you feared this might've been the end. What a way to go, squished by your lady. Serving in.. whatever this was.

In no time the daughters were by your side. Daniela was trying to pull you out from underneath her mother, Cassandra was trying to get her to stand up and Bela tried to talk to her, asking if she was alright.

"Heisenberg! What have you done to her this time!"

Miranda bellowed, sick of her sons games. This wasnt the first time he had 'pranked' his big sister and their mother was beginning to tire of it.

"OUT!" She yelled, taking him by the ear and dragging him out of the dining room. Salvatore, as always followed his mother. Donna on the other hand, took a look at her sister before making haste at getting out of the uncomfortable situation herself.

"Come on little human! She cant lay on you for that long or we'll have human paste to spread on bread!" Daniela said while tugging on your arm, desperately trying to get you out from underneath her mother.

"I'm trying my best Lady Daniela" You wheezed, grasping onto the redheads arm for the life of you.

It had taken a while, but after getting you out of underneath the tall woman, the girls had managed to drag her through the castle and towards her bedchambers. You followed behind quickly, as her handmaiden not sure what your role in this specific scenario was supposed to be.

As soon as they rounded the corner, dragging their mother, she began screaming out for.. you?

"Mama!"

Then again.

"MAMA"

Lifting up your gown over your feet, you trotted the few feet left for you to round the corner. As soon as you saw her, you could see she was just getting ready to call for you another time. When her eyes met yours, her mouth closed and her lips stretched into a smile.

"Hooo!"

Your head tilts to the side, was that supposed to be a hello? You went along with it anyway, not wanting her to scream again.

"Hooo!'

You gave her a small wave, Lady Dimitrescu giggled while leaning her head back and looking at her daughters dragging her by the arms into her bedchambers and with all their power, pushing their mother onto the bed.

They wished you farewell once they saw their mother babbling into the pillow, dissolving into a swarm of flies and flying out under the crack beneath the door.

So there you were, your lady on the bed and seemingly acting like an infant according to the babbling she gave off. Now that you were alone, you were finally allowed to call her by her first name. Slowly, while approaching, you called her name.

"Alcina?"

"Hmmpf?"

Her body turned over, nearly tipping off the edge of the bed in the process as she looked at you. The smile you loved beamed at you. You couldnt help but smile back as you stood beside the bed.

"Alcina whats going on? What's happening to you?"

At first she only babbled, you thought she was making a fool out of you now. After all, you hadnt seen anything like this happen before.

"Alcina!"

"Ceeeeena"

"No. Alcina- god I feel like a mother teaching an infant how to speak" At this point you were more talking to yourself than her, but she didnt care. She just kept looking at you with her big orange eyes, looking like the happiest woman in the world. Well, until she began to pout while trying to say her name.

"CeeCee?"

"Sure. Whatever you want, my lady"

You said, raising your hands to surrender. She, on the other hand, had other plans for your surrendering gesture. With her left hand, she reached and smacked her own into yours. The impact of her power send you to the ground with a small scream. Alcina, who seemed to understand nothing anymore, rolled over.

"Mama?"

Before you could answer her, she had fallen ontop of you once again. This time, full force. You let out a yell as you felt her squish your tiny body, feeling the force of her body slamming into yours breaking at least one rib.

She completely ignored the muffled scream you let out into her chest, instead she was babbling happily while laying on her new chosen mama.

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"No! Don't colour on the carpet, damn it! You'll kill me for that later" You whined, quickly retrieving a rag with some soap to try and clean out the crayon stain.

Now, you were used to removing blood out of literally every material, including her carpets, but oil crayons?

Almost an entire day had passed since Karls prank on Alcina. You didnt dare to take your eye off of her for even one minute under these circumstances, hence as to why you haven't seen the castle nurse for your broken ribs yet. It hurt to breathe most of the time, but if you took slow short(er) breaths, it was bearable..

"Oh calm down, she'll be back to normal in a day!" Karl said on the other side of the phone which was grasped tightly in your hand. The other was holding your hurting ribs which, without doubt, were either fractured or broken.

Taking a deep breath, eyes focused on Alcina as she played with a stuffed animal you got for her from your room, you began to whisper yell down the phone.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch! Alcina is acting like a full grown infant and im taking care of her alone! If you ever pull something like this again, I swear to miranda I will cut every single head of your lycans off. She will die of embarrassment when she's back to normal!"

Karl laughed on the other side of the phone, humming and pretending to think for a moment.

"I'm taking that you don't like breastfeeding?"

And with that, you slammed the phone back down on its holder.

You hissed loudly while getting back up from the ground, tightly grasping the chair she had in her room. Another thing that hurt like a bitch doing, was leaning down.

Alcina turned her head to look at you, turning her head away from her paper on the ground that she was trying to draw a blue dragon on.

"Mama?"

When your eyes met hers, you saw how her lip wobbled and eyes filled with tears.

"Oh no," You deadpanned, slowly sitting in her chair while shaking your head "No no no, I'm okay"

Watching as she crawled over, you began to hold out your arms to her. Alcina laid her head into your lap as she sniffled. You gently ran your fingers through her hair, looking down at her while at the same time trying to not lean over or back and hurt your ribs even more.

Alcina was still holding the stuffed animal of yours as her head laid in your lap, a few minutes passing like this before she cleared her throat. You payed no mind at first, she had cleared her throat a couple times today already. You made a mental note to give her another drink soon.

However, all that washed away when you heard your ladys voice.

"Y/n."

Slowly, you turned your head and looked down at your ladys head in your lap. Now it was your turn to clear your throat.

"My Lady.."

"We will never speak a word of this, understood?"

"Absolutely. Whatever you want."

"... I'm keeping this stuffed animal, if that's alright. I've grown quite attached to it."

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Word count: 1,806

#alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu #ao3 author #ao3fic #lady dimitrescu #ladydimitrescu #sapphic #re8 lords #resident evil #re8 #alcina dimitriscu x reader #mother miranda #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #lady supersized #little space

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(R) Drabbles: Salvatore Moreau- Clingy

Moreau has been gone all day long and the longer he’s gone the more worry boils up in Y/n. They worry about his safety back from the chapel where Mother Miranda demanded that it be held.

Once a week these meetings happened, Y/n was never sure what was talked about but they were always something that mother Miranda wanted. She wanted more projects going on. She wanted things that the four lords could never supply her with.

It was never talked about between the two of them. Salvatore was sure to make sure that Y/n was kept far, far away from anything that was talked about in the church meetings.

Y/n favorite part of the day was when Salvatore would return. Tired but excited to see his lover. “Puppy, you awake my love?” He yelled out every time, and every single time y/n would come running out of the next room or where they were hiding out in.

They hug tightly as Salvatore rubs down their spine in a soothing motion. Their hug is so tight that sometimes Y/n can’t breathe or the other way around. Salvatore has a hard time breathing due to just how much Y/n truly missed him.

When they split Y/n can’t help but kiss his face up and down. Little pecks here on his cheeks, one on his nose, a few on his forehead for good luck. Like it’s the best thing that he’s arrived home, and done it safely.

The best kiss is the one that makes Y/n’s knees weak and Moreau’s heart beat just a little bit faster. They kiss deeply like they don’t need breath, they’re connected on a deeper and needer level than anyone else is.

“Oh puppy, did you have a good day?” Moreau will ask after they split from the kiss. Lips swollen and pink. y/n can’t help but look up at their boyfriend and think that if he only knew just how much they miss him on a daily basis.

“Oh Moreau you were gone for so long, and I didn’t have a good day you weren’t here. I only ever have a good day when you’re here with me baby.” Y/n murmurs out in one quick breath. Salvatore watches as his lover sits there eyes wide. “How about we go up to the lab and we can spend the rest of the day together? what do you think about that puppy?” Salvatore asks, he waits for the response, and it’s just what he thought. Y/n is gathering their things. Notebooks, pencils, pens, blankets everything they may need. “I’m ready to go, baby,” they say softly before Salvatore grabs their hand and they walk in tow with each other towards the labs.

Today is just like any other day. Together is what they are, but to anyone else, it would be called clingy.

Completed on: 03/05/23

Posted on: 03/15/23

Donna & Moreau-

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possums6969420 · 10 months

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#fanfics #x male y/n #resident evil village #gay #x male reader #i'll write it #salvatore moreau #lord moreau #re8 moreau #re8 village #re8 fic #re8

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ilovedonnabeneviento · 10 months

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Heisenberg is an absolute menace

#resident evil heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg #heisenbitch #re8 heisenberg #lord heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #house heisenberg #yandere heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #re8 moreau #salvatore moreau #re8 lords #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #re8 donna

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The Will of Mother

Chapter 9 - Terrible Listener

Warnings: gore, body horror, blood

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used.

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Summary: waking up, confused and alone, you set out after Ethan towards Lady Beneviento only to find that you’ve gotten yourself more than you bargained for.

My eyes opened suddenly, taking in the room around me. I was still in the village. I pulled my arm up from underneath the blanket that covered me to reach up and drag my fingers across my throat. The scar went from ear to ear, fortunately not as prominent as it could be.

I don't remember grabbing a blanket... Ethan must've put it over me. Grabbing the back of the bench, I pulled myself to sit up with a groan, regretting it immediately. I felt nauseous, lightheaded, and for what felt like the hundredth time, I felt weak. I couldn't remember much past Alcina leaving me in the dungeon.

There were glimpses of Ethan, his voice, the cold of the snow. Not much else. But then, all at once, it came back. Alcina and her daughters, gone. I'd failed to help even one of them. Alcina died believing I betrayed her...

Throwing the blanket off of me, I stayed sat up and buried my face in my hands for what felt like forever until I felt well enough to stand. Using the walls to guide me, I walked to one of the windows and peeked outside, squinting against the sunlight which seemed harsh compared to the candlelight inside.

Searching the little house I was in only yielded the small knife that Ethan gave me, really nothing more to defend myself with. With a sigh, I ran my hand down my face, contemplating whether I really wanted to leave the house. What if Ethan came back and I was gone?

What if he doesn't come back? My blood ran cold for a moment at the thought. No, that won't happen. He'll come back, because I'm going to leave and find him. I'll help him find his daughter. Then we can all leave and this hellish nightmare would be over.

Tightening my grip on the handle of the knife, I took a deep breath and left the house. Ethan said I could leave once I felt well enough. Which I didn't, but the more I moved about the better I felt. So clearly, I was just fine to be leaving.

I followed the seemingly fresh footsteps up the path next to the house and through a gate, only to find the Duke once again.

"There you are, friend! I was worried about you. Mr. Winters said he found you in... a most unfortunate condition." The Duke greeted me warmly, growing a little quiet as he mentioned how Ethan had found me.

"Yeah... really shouldn't have messed with Alcina," I said almost to myself, looking at the other gates before me until my eyes landed on an open one, "Is that where Ethan went?" I asked as I pointed to it.

The Duke nodded before saying, "Yes, he went after Miss Beneviento next. A worthy opponent, but Ethan did mention that he'd like for you to wait for him should you wake up."

Before he had even finished his sentence I had already started towards the open gate, determined to be of at least some help. Maybe I could even get my mind off of what had happened with Alcina and her daughters.

"Wait! It's not safe with just that knife!" The Duke called after me, but I didn't listen. If I didn't go right now I might talk myself out of it, and the Duke was probably going to try talking me out of it too.

I followed the path up and up, past what looked to be a small house and a headstone surrounded by a bunch of dolls. Not to mention all the dolls hanging in the trees. It sent a shiver down my spine to see all of them just... hanging, spinning gently with the wind.

Calling out for Ethan led to nothing, only the wind answered me. I continued until reaching an elevator that took me up until I reached another path. This time it led to a house that looked impossibly balanced on the edge of a cliff, a large waterfall behind it. It would really be a very scenic place if not for the dark atmosphere and the dead feeling the house gave me.

Walking up to it, I grabbed the door handle and jiggled it. Locked. Looking around, I really could see nowhere else to go. No other paths, and off the cliff was not going to be an option. I stepped off the porch and walked around the house as much as I could. Still, nothing.

Walking back up to the door, I knocked and waited. Nothing. I tried to knock again only for the door to open itself. Hesitantly, I stepped inside and froze at the sound of the door shutting and locking behind me. It really was too late to back down now.

There were many doors and doorways downstairs, but I chose to walk up the stairs. I stopped and paused to stare at the portrait of Lady Beneviento. Really she was beautiful. I couldn't imagine why she had had her face covered when I first saw her in the church.

Slowly I continued on up the stairs, making it to the only room up here. As I opened the door, the atmosphere suddenly became lively. Warm and welcoming. Lady Beneviento sat in a chair in the corner of the room, Angie in her lap. She looked up as I entered, face still covered by the black veil.

"I was wondering when you'd get here. They told me you were on the way." She said as she turned to the doll next to her on the window sill, adjusting its hair.

"Lady Beneviento I'm-" I paused mid-sentence, suddenly realizing I had no clue why I was here. I was looking for... for who? For what? I had a knife, didn't I? No it was gone... I must not have had one.

"Call me Donna. Or at least Miss Beneviento. I've never liked the use of the title 'Lady.'"

I nodded, still unsure of why I was even here. Donna left the room and I followed her out, down the stairs and to a sitting room. The whole place felt a lot brighter. A lot more… homey.

Donna sat on a couch, motioning for me to sit across from her. I did as she instructed, watching her pour both of us a cup of hot tea.

"It may not be pleasant, but the tea will help you. It'll help to heal you, to prepare your body." She explained, passing my cup to me.

Holding the cup by its handle, I looked down into the dark green liquid. It smelled very sweet. Bringing the cup to my lips I almost took a sip.

A small, dark colored chunk of something came up from the bottom of the cup. Donna sat patiently across from me, waiting for me to take a sip.

I can't drink this. I couldn’t place my finger on it but I knew I couldn’t drink it. Clearing my throat, I set the cup down slowly. I started to shake, a feeling of fear creeping up into my entire being.

"I uh... I-I just remembered that I'm... allergic. To most types of tea... my throat swells up." I stumbled through the sentence, suddenly finding it difficult to speak.

"I’m sorry, Cl-… My apologies, dear. Allow me to get you something else to drink then, hm?" Donna said, standing and leaving the room with Angie. As she left, so did the welcoming atmosphere of the room.

I looked back down into the cup as that sick feeling of dread started to creep into my stomach. Whatever the chunk is, it’s the same color as the Cadou... the Cadou! Alcina tried to make me eat it, Donna must've been told to make me ingest it too!

Ethan. I know why I'm here now. Slowly pushing the cup away from me, I looked to the door Donna went through and stood before going through the door on the other side of the wall. Down a hallway until I found myself at an elevator.

The sounds of an infant crying came from downstairs, echoing up the elevator shaft. Rose! That has to be where she is! I smashed the buttons on the wall, impatiently waiting as the elevator dinged open and then slowly took me down.

Running after the cries, I found myself getting lost. The cries echoed off of every wall, every corner. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere around me. It must’ve been some nasty trick, leading me back and forth in this small basement.

"Ethan! Where are you!" I yelled out only to be met with no response as the continued wailing of the baby faded into silence. It was dark down here. I could hardly see two feet in front of me and here I was, running blindly after nothing with only a pocket knife to protect me.

"Darling!" Moms voice rang out from nearby, calling me to her with a sense of urgency.

"Mom?" I muttered, following the voice down the hall as she continued calling for me. Her voice led me to a set of double doors. The lights were on in the room past them, but she stood in front of them, out of the light.

“Darling! We're over here!" Her voice called out to me. I was filled with a sudden sense of urgency, sprinting down to her. I threw my arms around her, all urgency leaving my body as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm right here, Darling." She soothed, petting my hair and stroking my back in a calming manner.

“I thought you and Father-"

"Shh... Shh... I know. It's okay now," She interrupted me with more soothing words, fingers delicately rubbing my back, "Mother's here now, Darling."

I froze as her voice distorted itself, sounding like several people speaking at once in many different tones. Screaming, weeping, begging, shouting in anger, soothing. All of them mixed into one as she spoke.

"Don't you recognize me, Darling?"

Looking up slowly, I found Joanna. The tourist woman whose husband had died what felt like so long ago.

Her body was lined with stitches and hinges at her joints, blood stained her skin, her hair, her clothes. Her throat torn open with a bloody mass protruding from within, vibrating with each breath and word as she spoke. She was stuffed, her chest poorly sewn shut with cotton sticking out.

My stomach flipped as I shoved her off of me, almost slipping as I turned to run. That evil cackle of many voices echoed along the walls as her heavy footsteps chased after me.

I felt a warm, sticky hand grab at my ankle and suddenly my feet were pulled from under me and I was held upside down. Joanna or... whatever was left of her giggled and she raised her claw like hand to my skin.

There was a wiggling, black mass was protruding from her back, tendrils sticking out from it that acted as her legs and feet. They held her up above the ground. Her real legs and lower half were dangling by the tendons that would’ve attached them to her hips and pelvis.

She said nothing as she turned me over and around, scanning me from head to toe. All I could feel was how cold my blood was and the knife in my pocket. Having made up her mind about whatever it was, the monster lifted me ever higher, her jaw opening wider and wider to reveal many sets of sharp needle-like teeth.

I couldn't do anything but scream and kick, my foot landing a lucky hit against where its temple would have been. The monster screeched, throwing me away from it.

Landing against the wall and falling to the floor, I struggled to catch my breath as the world still spun around me. The heavy steps of the monster approached, and I let out a scream of pain as the monster grabbed both of my ankles in a crushing grip, raising me up once more. The monster brought me close as it opened its jaw hastily, not willing to let me get away this time.

Pulling the knife from my pocket, I began swinging it wildly around in any sort of attempt to make contact with the monster. With one forceful swing, the knife landed in the side of the monsters head. Joanna's head. I twisted the knife before fighting to pull it free. The monster dropped me, and I watched as the its entire body seemed to stall or stutter as it tried to take a couple of steps forward.

The monster landed on top of me, motionless. A dark almost black goo spilled from the monsters mouth and the wound on the side of its head, spilling onto me. Immediately freaking out, I struggled to pull myself out from underneath it before managing to worm my way out, kicking it away before scooting myself away from it.

I pulled my knees to my chest as I curled against the wall, desperately wiping my face of the goo and trying to spit out whatever had made it into my mouth. Joanna... How long had she been here? How long has she been like that?

The light under a double door nearby became brighter as the door creaked open. The little light it let out illuminated the dim hallway as I stared up at the figure filling the doorway. Donna Beneviento.

It was silent between us. Neither of us moved, neither one of us spoke.

“I can’t play with you like I did your friend. Mother Miranda won’t let me.” She spoke as she walked to me, pulling me to stand before pulling me into a hug.

I froze, confused as she held her arms around me. Her fingers danced through my hair as she drew in a shaky breath, pressing her cheek to my head.

“You remind me of my Claudia so much… you have the same fight.” Donna muttered shakily, holding me against her. It became silent between us.

The silence continued into the dark until she let go of me, pushing me away from her before backing into the room behind her. All I heard was a softly muttered ‘I’m sorry’ before the door slammed shut.

Tiny plastic hands began grabbing at me from all over, pulling me down to my knees before yanking me down completely.

My screams filled the silence as I batted at the dolls, getting nowhere as a seemingly infinite amount of them had a hold of me. My eyes were covered as they dragged me off, carrying me and lifting me onto what I thought was a table. I felt leather straps fastened around my arms and legs, my waist too. The tiny hands fled from me as soon as I was restrained.

Soft humming was the only sound that accompanied my panting and sounds of struggling. The lights came back on, barely visible through the blindfold on my face.

Donna was the one humming. When she did finally speak it was quiet, firm when she said, "Your friend did so terribly. Squirmed and screamed. The Cadou didn’t take to her how Mother Miranda thought it would. She has high hopes for you, however. That friend of yours was only a backup."

Panic set in even further as I thrashed harder before letting out a frustrated scream. She let me continue my thrashing until I only had the energy to scream at her.

"You killed her! You mutilated her!" My shouting continued as Donna’s footsteps came closer, picking something up from nearby.

"Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I can see that you’ve already had a struggle with one of my siblings, I don’t want you to waste your energy on me." Donna muttered almost to herself as she dragged a singular cold finger across my neck, over the scar left from Alcina.

I thrashed harder until she stopped touching me, squinting against the lights above me as she removed the blindfold from my eyes.

“But for now, patience. Mother Miranda will be here to collect you as soon as I’ve dealt with Ethan and the Cadou is rooted in you.”

Tears again filled my eyes as my sight landed on the doll in the brides dress, sitting near Donna. Angie I think her name was. Taking deep breaths, I continued wiggling and scanning the room for anything within my reach that could save me.

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