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gritandoengay · 29 days ago

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I only come on this app like once every two or three months to reblog fan art of whatever wlw ship I'm currently hyper fixating on and then dip. I'm Old TM by fandom standards and have spent way too much time in the trenches of fandom discourse to have the energy for that again, I've done my time. I'm not here to write a lengthy essay defending Caitlyn and/or CaitVi - no, I'm here simply to share an observation:

Many of you Caitlyn and CaitVi haters are super predictable.

Y'all have been regurgitating the same talking points since fucking 2014. Might not be the same people (god I hope it's not), but it's the same. thing. every. time. Doesn't matter the genre of the show or what happens between the characters, y'all will trot out the same reheated arguments.

"Caitlyn is a fascist dictator and you are a N*zi if you support her"

Is just reheated "Lexa is a fascist dictator" and "Catra is a fascist dictator" and "Edelgard is a fascist dictator." I would argue that Caitlyn is actually the least morally grey of that group, but anyway, it's "curious" how all these properties have equally (or even more) morally grey male characters that get rehabed by the fandom while the wlw are irredeemable fascists that only N*zis would like.

"CaitVi is a toxic relationship, Caitlyn is a domestic abuser that physically beats up Vi all the time and/or manipulates her"

None of these points are supported at all by the text imo, but anyway, it's the same language used to describe Clexa and Catradora and god knows how many other wlw ships in shows with popular non-wlw ships that have very similar dynamics. Even compared to other popular Arcane ships, this accusation is super hypocritical given how TimeBomb beat the shit out of each other in season 1 and Jayce literally blasts a hole in Viktor's chest for plot reasons. I would also like to point out that the super harmful stereotype of lesbians being domestic abusers was born out of wildly misinterpreted statistics of domestic abuse in real life.

"JayVik and/or Timebomb is actually more queer than CaitVi"

Is just badly reheated pasta made from the same ingredients as "Makorra is actually more queer than Korrasami" and "Bellarke is actually more queer than Clexa" and "Hordtrapta is actually more queer than Catradora" and "Dimileth is actually more queer than Edeleth" and "Huntlow is actually more queer than Lumity" , the arguments are always just as nonsensical because there's just flat out no such thing as a same sex ship being "less queer" than any other ship.

CaitVi literally fuck, on screen, in a sex scene that has literally won a god damn award and went on to become the most captured moment in all of godman Netflix. Regardless of your opinion on the ship, that visibility is important. The fact that a whole theater full of people started screaming as loudly as a jet engine with executives from Riot to hear it all is important.

The final scene of the show is literally them snuggling in front of the fire place and promising to always be together. That's gay as fuck. So, stop embarrassing yourself with this regurgitated "X canon wlw ship isn't as queer as -" nonsense, which btw, is just an extension of real life same sex relationships between women not being taken seriously because society overall still centers men in romance and can't fathom a romantic relationship not involving a man. Y'all know you can't even debate me on this in fandom spaces because all I have to do is point at the number of mlm and f/m fics on ao3 vs the crumbs that big fandoms give wlw ships.

Now on to the excuses and disclaimers that are trotted out.

"I can't be misogynistic I'm a woman-" Yes, yes you can. If you think that only conservative women can suffer from internalized misogyny, boy do I have years of working in leftist organizing spaces to dispel that notion. If you think that fandom spaces are somehow immune to misogyny- lol. Lmao. See the above point about mlm and f/m fics on ao3.

"I can't be lesbophobic/biphobic I'm literally queer -" Yes, yes you can. Both intersect with misogyny, and see the above point about misogyny. You can be a biphobic lesbian, you can be a lesbophobic bisexual, you can even be a biphobic bisexual and a lesbophobic lesbian. Wild, I know, thank the cis- heteropatriarchy.

"I can't be racist because I'm a POC -" Yes, yes you absolutely fucking can. I also have other news for you - despite how much some of you fuckers want to pretend Caitlyn isn't East Asian because of racist assumptions of what East Asians should look like and/or be depicted like in media, she is, and she's important rep, especially in a time when anti-East Asian (and Asian in general) bigotry has been rising in Western countries. No amount of "ACAB BLM Free Palestine" tags in your profile will make you immune from being racist. This leads me to a related point -

Y'all love to scream about wanting more rep with sapphic woc, but then when that rep comes, you tear it down or center other ships. Korrasami is toxic, CaitVi is toxic, Tanthamore is boring, Lumity is fine but I prefer Huntlow, etc.

Furthermore, the only, and I mean only time that black sapphic characters will be mentioned will be to prop them up as good rep vs whatever wlw you hate, but then when I go to those black sapphic character's/ship's Tumblr and ao3 tags, nothing! It's a ghost town! Those characters get paid dust by both wlw fandoms and the people using them as props to hate on other wlw characters! This is definitely a call out to wlw fandoms too btw, I have yet to see a ship with a black sapphic character explode in popularity, and that's on us too.

So, what is the purpose of this rant? Well, I know that most people that read it will dig in and further entrench themselves in their hatred of Caitlyn and CaitVi, but I'm hoping that at least one person genuinely re-examines that hatred and where it might be coming from. You don't have to like Caitlyn or CaitVi, you can criticize the ship and the characters. But if your criticisms and hatred are almost beat for beat the same accusations that have been thrown at wlw ships in even wildly different shows and contexts, and/or you excuse male characters and non-wlw ships with similar dynamics, then it's time to do some soul searching.

Anyway, this has already been long enough. I'm doing policy advocacy with local LGBTQ organizations and will go back to working on that. Whatever your opinions of Caitlyn and CaitVi are, there are fascists out there in the real world to fight.

#caitvi #caitlyn #vi #arcane #caitlyn kiramman #anti caitvi #anti caitlyn kiramman #arcane critical #arcane fandom critical

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ranchracoon · 6 months ago

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Into the Resident Evil Verse

Dimitrescu Daughters x Fem Reader

Requested by: Belaluvr

*NSFW Warning: language, blood drinking*

"Come on hurry up" you grumble impatiently.

Your foot shakes as you watch the numbers of your download slowly rise; 43% 44% 45%. You preordered Resident Evil: Village months ago and it's finally here! You can't wait any longer. The second it hits 100% and says it's ready to go you grab your controller and hit the icon to start the game. The internet has been going crazy over this new villain Lady Dimitrescu, you and your friends have come up with theories on how she's the big baddy you'll ultimately face down. You're disappointed to say the least when you find she's the first villain you face, but that doesn't damper your spirits.

"I'm sorry" you heave dramatically as you click to shoot her in her dragon form.

You yawn loudly and look over at your phone, "1 am?! Shit I gotta go to bed."

Needless to say the game becomes your current hyper-fixation over the next few months; it consumes all your daily thoughts even after you got all the achievements in the game and played a minimum of 15 times. You tone it down around your coworkers because they don't understand, but in the wee hours of morning you're still awake scrolling restlessly through fanart, fanfiction, and more.

Jokingly your friend sends you a meme, "you're in the last video game you've played, how long do you survive? Send this to 5 friends or else it'll come true." you read aloud.

You ponder for a minute, then respond "well we all know what game I played last. I'd say I would survive indefinitely using my charming good looks to seduce Lady Dimitrescu and/or her daughters, or I would die immediately by trying."

Your friends roast your answer, sending laughing emojis and more memes dogging on you, but you roll your eyes knowing they're no better than you as you shut your phone off to finally sleep. When you wake you're shivering which is odd considering it's the beginning of September and shouldn't be this cold yet. Your eyes flutter open and you find that you are not currently in your room, but a rundown shack with something oozing down the walls. You fling out of the creaky bed and hit your back against the other wall, panting frantically as you look around to get your baring. It's small that's an understatement, the bed barely fits in the room and you have to do a side shuffle to squeeze past it. There's no door, only a curtain hanging up which you push aside to reveal a small cluttered kitchen and another curtain hanging beside you.

"What the fuck?" you mumble to yourself.

You creep along the interior until your find a door, sliding the large metal rod out of place and pushing the wooden door open. As you do so, something glass falls on the other side and shatters igniting a chorus of blood curdling howls and howl-like screams. You startle and shuffle back through the door as the house shakes and there's loud thumping heard from outside. That definitely confirmed your suspicions. So if this is when Ethan is getting attacked, that means you should be safe for the time being, the lycans will be attacking him.

"There's no fucking way. This has to be a dream, but if it's not..."

You look over and see one of those crates with yellow markings, but when you strike it with your fist nothing happens except a shooting pain in your hand.

"Okay...maybe video game logic?"

Checking in the kitchen you find a knife and walk back over to the crate, swinging the knife over the box and seeing it crumble into little shards. Inside is ammo which is entirely useless to you right now, which means you're stuck with the knife. The howling outside has died down meaning Ethan must be in the next section, if you're in the game then, perhaps finishing the game will release you? But that means...

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of facing the women of your sickest fantasies. Then again, you have intimate knowledge of this game and what occurs so maybe that can be of use to you. You leave the rundown shack, looking around frantically for any signs of lycans or worse, so far so good as you weave your way through the village. You scoff and plug your nose at the smell, you knew it would smell bad but not this bad. The rotting goat heads definitely don't help. Unlike Ethan though, you don't have to follow the main path and can actually climb and jump without going through the mental puzzles. You jump up onto a crate and climb up over a fence, landing on the other side and almost slipping in the mud. You shiver again and rub your arms for warmth, you have to get out of this cold or else you'll freeze to death for sure.

Then a sound stops you in your tracks, a jingling of bells of some sort which if memory serves right means Mother Miranda. You look around frantically and dive into the mud behind some crates as the jingling passes by you and stops. You cover your mouth to muffle your breathing as you sit there, the cold wet soaking through your clothes and sending chills over your body. The jingling continues on and you sigh out heavily, standing up and looking around the corner not seeing her. In front of you is the maiden statue which means the gate to Dimitrescu Castle is not far, neither is the church. You run through the courtyard toward the stone wall seeing that Ethan has already placed the stone tablets and the gate is open. Good, that means he must be in the meeting with the lords and this is your opportunity to sneak into the castle. Then again, are you really safer with a bunch of blood thirsty sexy monster women?

You flick the switch to the door and look around quickly seeing scuff marks below your feet, that must be where Ethan was dragged out. The door clicks and opens to reveal the vineyard, as you step through the doors close once again with a loud thunk. That would explain why no one ever leaves. As you march through up the path you stop upon seeing the Duke's carriage, it would be in your best interest not to be caught so you go around as quickly and quietly as you can. The doors to the castle open for you but the large iron gates above do not close, so at least you can escape outside if need be. The castle is quiet, too quiet, as you walk down the hallway and into the hall of four. At least it's warm in here but now you begin to panic as you wonder where the other occupants of the castle currently are. Your question is answered upon the arrival of buzzing and flies surrounding your vision.

"Shit."

As you turn around the formation of all three daughters appear, they surround you like sharks cutting you off from any means of escape. When you try to step back their formation blocks you and pushes you forward until one of them pushes you hard onto the ground. You grunt and catch yourself on the hardwood floor then flip over to look up at them as they giggle and look down at you. Bela leans down, making you gulp from the close proximity but also gag a little from the small of rotten blood and decay.

"Hmmm you're not a maid" she states.

"Another outsider? This day has become interesting" Cassandra laughs.

"We'll take her to mother."

"No no no wait!" You plead.

They don't listen as Bela slices her sickle into the back of your leg, you scream loudly and curse as the blade catches into your flesh and you're dragged by it. It burns and you can't help but cry and scream from the pain of the muscle being shredded from their sickle. Cassandra hooks the other leg making you scream again as they drag you to their mother, the only thought in your mind is the shooting pain in your legs. They drop you upon arrival and you whimper, looking down at your shredded legs as you sniffle and groan from the throbbing pain as you bleed out on the ornate carpet below you.

"Mother, I bring you fresh prey" Bela announces.

"You are too kind to me daughters, now, lets have a look at him."

Lady Dimitrescu stands and pauses upon seeing you, "well well, what do we have here? Another outsider."

You groan trying to move, gasping and flinching at the pain, Lady Dimitrescu approaches you examining you thoroughly.

"Not who I was expecting, but you'll do fine for Mother Miranda's ceremony. Drain her daughters."

Your eyes flash open as her daughters stalk toward you, you can't exactly move but you try to anyways to get any sort of distance between you and them.

"Wait! I know about Ethan and Rose and Mother Miranda. I can help you! Mother Miranda is only trying to kill you and wants Rose. She doesn't care about anyone else. I know Ethan is on his way here, if he makes it here he's going to kill you and your daughters."

This gives her daughters pause but only makes Lady Dimitrescu laugh, "that pathetic manthing cannot hurt us."

"He'll find out your weakness. You're going to drag him in here just like you did me, he'll be strung up and escape and Bela is going to chase him through the dungeon. His gun is going to shoot out a window and he'll know you're weak to the cold."

Cassandra steps forward, her sickle swinging in your direction but you dodge just in time before it slices open your cheek.

"How do you know about that?!" She growls.

"I told you. I know everything that is about to happen. I can help you."

"What are you, some kind of psychic?" Daniela asks.

"Um..."

Lady Dimitrescu turns, "speak before I cut out your tongue! How do you know all this? Some, outsider knowing my daughter's weaknesses. I should cut you open myself."

Her claws flex out and you swallow, starring at them wide eyed then back at her, how are you going to explain? How will they understand? You have to try before she does kill you.

"Okay okay, um I can't explain exactly how I know but I can prove that I'm telling the truth!"

"Speak!" Lady Dimitrescu orders.

You stutter out what you can remember, from Ethan getting into the castle, to him escaping, killing Bela, and the phone conversation Lady Dimitrescu has with Mother Miranda. They all stare at you, Cassandra ready strike as she growls under her breath.

"Are we really going to listen to this? How do we even know she's telling the truth?"

"Because Ethan will be here any minute, and you're going to string him up and he'll escape. If I'm lying you can kill me, if that's what happens you'll know I'm telling the truth."

"So you want us to let him escape?" Bela scoffs.

"If he does, you'll chase him into the basement and you'll die. When he escapes, wait for him in the dining hall or kitchen, but if you go in that storage room adjacent to the kitchen you will die."

"That doesn't prove anything!" Snaps Cassandra.

"I know Mother Miranda ordered you to kill all your staff. Why would she do that knowing you require them to survive? She's also wiped out the whole village with those lycan experiments leaving you nothing."

That gives them another pause, Lady Dimitrescu retracts her claws and steps toward you, you flinch and crumble onto the ground, your head getting light from the blood loss.

"Daniela, fetch me first aid." She orders.

Daniela is gone and back in a flash, she hands her mother a green bottle which she opens and pours onto your legs. You scream again from the burning sensation but before your very eyes the wounds on your legs heal. The pain subsides leaving your legs heathy but your pants still torn from where their sickles had been.

"Tell me everything. Quickly."

Ethan will be here any minute, you rush through what you can, telling them about Mother Miranda's plan for Rose to bring back her daughter, and Ethan collecting the parts of his daughters from each lord. The whole reason being Mother Miranda wants the other lords dead. Lady Dimitrescu listens intently, you can see the turmoil, questioning the woman who saved her for what this stranger says, but there's enough truth to her words to make Lady Dimitrescu pause.

"Call Mother Miranda. You'll see I'm telling the truth."

A noise captures their attention, the sound of shattered glass meaning Ethan must be in the castle now.

"Well, we'll see if what you say is true soon enough. Daniela take her to my chambers and then bring Ethan to me."

Daniela grabs you by the collar of your shirt and drags you through the castle, you grunt and groan as your body bumps onto various pieces of furniture. Daniela tosses your forcibly into the Lady's chambers, you look around seeing the large broad windows and her vanity around you. You stand up and try the window but it's locked, you could take the key to the door and escape but where would you even go? You're damned if you do, damned if you don't. So far it appears they believe you enough to keep you alive, but this is definitely not how you planned on meeting these women. The ghost pain in your legs tingles, making you rub them and groan, you've never experienced pain like that before and you can't get the feeling out of your head.

You have three options: escape with the key and try to find a way out of the castle, escape and bide your time until Ethan kills them, or stay put and hope they believe you. Then again, they may have hurt you but it's instinct right? They shouldn't deserve to die, but then again they do torture people, they enjoy hurting people not just out of survival. You're sitting duck at a meat farm, waiting for your turn to be slaughtered. The door slams open making you jump and flinch, Lady Dimitrescu walks through and looks down at you, her eyes narrowing.

"I will call Mother Miranda."

Okay so she believes you.

She sits at her vanity and picks up the phone, dialing a number and waiting.

"Mother Miranda, I regret to inform you that Ethan Winters has escaped that fool Heisenberg-"

You look toward the windows, Ethan isn't there meaning he must still be in the basement with Bela. You hope that Bela heeded your words and didn't follow him.

"Because he has already proved too much for my daughters to handle. When I find him- yes Mother Miranda."

She hangs up the phone and brace for her to throw the vanity but it doesn't come, you open your eyes and she's looking directly at you through the mirror.

"How?" She asks.

You know what she's asking, but again, how can you tell her without sounding completely insane, "um, because I've done all this before?"

"What do you mean?"

Maybe you can lie a little or tell a half-truth, "all of this, where I'm from is a story told through Ethan's perspective. I'm not from here, all of this, your life, your death, is all a story. Ethan is supposedly the hero that vanquishes you, the other lords, and Mother Miranda to save his daughter."

"You're not from here?"

"This realm? No, not really. This is all a story where I'm from. I don't know how to get back."

"Yet with your knowledge you decided to come into my home and tell us our fate. Rather than let him do as was destined to do."

"I guess."

"He kills my daughters."

"Yes."

"How?"

"He figures out they are weak to the cold, then shoots them."

"Can't I kill him?"

"You probably could, but that's the thing, he's made of mold. The same mold Mother Miranda uses in her experiments, from this thing she calls the mutamycete and while that thing is alive, he'll just keep coming back."

"And he manages to kill me?"

"And Donna, and Moreau, and Heisenberg and eventually Mother Miranda. Her plan all along was to have Ethan kill you and the other lords. It all happens when Ethan faces Mother Miranda in the end. She calls you her, 'false children' and even thanks Ethan for destroying you."

Now they vanity is thrown. You shield your face from the flying debris as she stands and screams in frustration, her hands shaking violently.

"My daughters are more importantly to me than anything. Including Mother Miranda, she may have given me immortality and this castle, but my daughters are mine and mine alone!"

"Then give Ethan your section of Rose. Let him go and face Mother Miranda, maybe even call the other lords to warn them. Except Heisenberg, he can die for all I care."

"That we can agree on" she huffs.

"Very well" she says after a moment, "where will he be?"

"Um, after he defeats Bela he's supposed to come here and get your key so, if he didn't face Bela he might still be in the basement. All of this is new."

Lady Dimitrescu motions for you to follow her, she crouches through the doorway and you follow her, partially sprinting to keep up, back to the main hall and into the kitchen. Bela is in the kitchen and looks over at you, her arms crossed upon seeing you still alive and you hear Ethan in the other room.

"Speak to him, I will collect the part of Rose we have. Bela will monitor."

You approach the iron gate with your hands raised up as Ethan points his gun toward you.

"You're-you're human?" He asks.

"Yes" you answer.

"Where are those witches? How are you alive? Get me out of here! I need to find my daughter."

"I know Ethan. I know."

"How-how do you know my name?"

"That doesn't matter right now. Right now I'm here to offer you a deal, the lady of the castle has agreed to give you her piece of Rose in exchange you leave without harming her or her daughters."

"Piece?"

"Do we have a deal?"

"Just get me my daughter!"

The iron gate opens and he barges through to find Bela standing there, her sickle drawn. Ethan draws his gun but before he shoots you jump in between them, holding you arms up Bela growls at the motion and Ethan's gun shakes.

"Hey! Whoa! We had a deal!"

"You're with them! Those monsters! This is all a trick."

"Bela stand down."

Lady Dimitrescu's voice booms down the hallway, Ethan turns his gun in the direction of the hallway to find the Lady standing there with the yellow jar in hand. Ethan looks at the jar, then you, then back at the jar, lowering his gun slowly as the Lady holds out the jar. He slowly approaches and takes the jar, looking it over confused then back at you before he shuffles around the lady, waiting for her to strike before he runs off into the direction of the hall of four.

"Go out the way you came, the gate will be open for you to leave."

Now Bela and the lady look down at you, "now what?"

"Now he'll go to Donna's erm...Lady Beneviento's and the other lords. He'll kill them. Then he'll face Mother Miranda and destroy most of this village in the process."

"So, we're doomed either way. We just let him escape, and Mother Miranda ordered us to kill all of our food source. You've doomed us from being killed quickly to being killed by starvation" Bela snarls.

"Unless we can more people to move to this village. You have vast wealth don't you? You alone could rebuild this village and bring people back, but you would have to stop torturing people."

"What?!" Bela snaps.

"Bela, get your sisters. We have work to do. As for you" she looks in your direction, "you will tell me everything you know in great detail."

* * *

True to your word, Ethan does exactly what he did in the game; he faces Donna, Moreau, and Heisenberg, and eventually Mother Miranda. The village is consumed in mold and explosions can be heard outside the castle walls, you bunker down in the library with Daniela. Weirdly enough, she's not how you assumed to be at all; she's very sane albeit a bit eccentric to have an outsider to ask all her questions. It helps distract your mind from the chaos that happens outside, until the mutamycete explosion shakes the entire castle, Daniela is the first to grab you when the glass ceiling shatters from above. She's much heavier than you expect too, with her already freezing from the building up snow that crashes down into the library, you have to drag her out the door near one of the statues.

There's a heater there, you know this area leads to the bell room as you look over at the statue of four women and the mask still adorned to it. The door to your left leads to the main hall where you hear more commotion happening as you sit Daniela in front of the heater.

"Stay here."

You rush out to the main hall, seeing the fire out in the main hall and part of the wall crumbled in. Lady Dimitrescu storms out from beneath you, coming from the courtyard screaming for her daughters. Cassandra would be closest in her armory. You run across the banister to the portrait of a woman with the colorful glass eye, you push it open and run up to the iron door. Ethan never got the key to unlock it, but luckily for you, it's unlocked. The door opens and you groan at having to crawl through but you do so anyway, crawling underneath the opening in the wall then up the stairs to find Cassandra huddled in one corner.

The cracked wall is broken with the bookshelf blocking it, laying in tattered pieces on the ground. You approach Cassandra who swing her sickle at you, barely missing you in the process as you grumble and try to lift her. She's heavier than Daniela but you manage to drag her to the opening in the wall that you have to crawl underneath.

"You gotta help me a little here Cassandra."

"I can't" she mumbles.

You look around then run back into the armory finding one of those weapons with a large hammer like head. You lift it, struggling to carry it down the stairs and swinging it at the opening in the wall to widen it. The bricks crumble like dust, giving you enough room to drag Cassandra through the opening and down the hallway to where Daniela is. The closer you and her get, the more movement she has, slowly warming herself the further from the cold you two get. Once you arrive to Daniela, Cassandra is able to move around and huddle with her sister for warmth. You sigh heavily and heard another commotion in the main hall, you open the door to see the Lady and Bela walking up the stairs.

"In here!"

You motion to the door and the Lady bends in, setting Bela near the last remaining heater, they huddle together for warmth and you look up at Lady Dimitrescu.

"So this is it? This is what we're reduced to."

"It'll get better."

"Says the psychic" she retorts.

"Mother Miranda is out of the way, that means you're in charge and can do what you wish with the village."

"If we survive long enough for that to happen."

"Well, I'm sure you could drain all that blood in the basement. If you're really desperate."

"How do you know about that?" Daniela asks.

You raise an eyebrow at her and she looks away, "right" she mumbles.

"We could eat you" Cassandra growls.

"Then you'll be back at phase one, with no food source."

Lady Dimitrescu sighs, "you have a point. I will see what I can salvage, from the wreckage."

The moment Lady Dimitrescu leaves, the daughters surround you, their hungry eyes looking over you.

"We need blood" Bela groans.

"Shit" you mutter.

Without asking they grab you, their teeth finding any exposed flesh they can find. Bela and Cassandra attack your neck, Daniela finds your arm and they bite down simultaneously. You choke out a scream, unable to fully scream because of Bela and Cassandra choking you. The pain burns up your body, you wiggle and squirm only to have them hold you down onto the ground as they take their fill. Eventually your head spins, you groan weakly and they drop you, fresh blood coating their mouths as you flinch from the air hitting your open wounds. Their eyes glow in the dim light of the heater, you look up at them and swallow thickly down your swollen throat.

"You know, we never did get your name."

"Y/N" you mumble out.

"That's a nice name" Daniela compliments.

"We'll keep you alive. For now."

* * *

The days melt into months, Lady Dimitrescu kept you alive and it seems the girls have started to grow fond of you. When they start getting antsy or bored, wanting to tear into your flesh, you tell them a story from where you're from. Usually about another video game that you can remember, or things about your life. That keeps them entertained enough not to kill you or harm you, but it doesn't stop them from feeding off you. All of them take turns, and you're running dangerously low on that magical health cure, eventually you won't have any means of healing yourself.

Lady Dimitrescu did exactly what you suggested, she turned the village into a prime tourist villa, giving tours of the historic castle and offering packages of fishing in the bay. As far as her food source, no one notices a couple drunkards or thieves missing here and there. Her daughters make themselves scarce during the tours, and she employed you to giving the tours. Not wanting to draw any more attention than necessary.

After another long day of walking, you sigh and crash on a nearby couch, wanting nothing more than to wash and go to bed. You have to admit though, it's still better than your old life. You're surrounded by attractive women, and word has it they've grown rather fond of you too. Daniela is the first one to initiate anything, grabbing you by the shoulders and kissing you after a successful day of hunting a petty thief throughout the castle. You kissed her back of course, and that only sparked the other two to lay claim to you.

Masterlist

Part Two

#resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #dimitrescu sisters #dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x female character #cassandra dimitrescu x female character

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princeofstarspost · 1 year ago

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helloo! I have a req for the to scream or be silent. (I'm really sorry if u are already full of requests)

could you do Xiao and Scara/Wanderer (up to u!)?

I think it would be quite interesting to see what they'd do in this scenario

Thank you sm!

𓍊𓋼~To scream or be silent PT 3~𓋼𓍊

Type: Headcannons

Description: HELLOOO!! Dw, you're currently my only request so I'm happy to have you! Hope you don't mind I added Venti and I hope you like dis~ So for anyone who doesn't know, this is a series where genshin characters react to a reader who will go completely mute or talk 3,000 miles a minute. Mostly a comfort type of fic!

Part 1, Part 2

Rating: Comforting fluff

Reader: GN, Slight autism/adhd vibes

Includes: Wanderer/ Xiao/ and Venti

Wanderer:

To scream:

He can get a little overwhelmed when you're in a hyper state, maybe even a little annoyed, but he's trying his best to be better about it. It's not that you are actually what's bugging him, he's just not used to so much talking, he doesn't know how to react when you want to tell him every detail about a book you just read or a show you just finished. To him this is whole new territory that he's not really comforting with yet.

However, when he does find a way to sit and listen to you patiently and you give him that smile of finally being heard...he finds it very very cute. He'd never say it aloud though...

To be silent:

He's the king of the silent game, the second you no longer want to talk, he no longer wants to either. He may look grumpy while he sits across from you or lays in bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling, but this is the time you both use to unwind. He loves those moments with you because it calms him, calms both of you and it's easy. If you're hyper fixating, he's not far away, destressing about social interactions and classes at the academia. If you need a break from speaking cause you just can't anymore, he's feeling the same...and ever so often he lets you closer to him to cuddle, but it's so sappy to him that it only ever rarely happens. When it does though, it's very enjoyable.

Xiao:

To scream:

He's always happy to hear your voice, to hear that excited fast tone you get when you're talking about something you're currently obsessed with. For so long he'd gone without much conversation that now he craves it from you, to the point that he'd sit on the roof with you all night while you went on and on about everything. Till you eventually fall asleep on him that is, then he'd carry you to bed and hope you'd find him the next day to do it all over again.

To be silent:

He understands everyone needs a break from socialising sometimes, but he struggles with how big of a break you want. It's difficult for him when you're hyperfixated and he wants to know wether or not you want him nearby, he can't exactly ask because he doesn't want to disturb you. When you go mute just so you don't have to talk, he finds himself feeling awkward cause he's not sure if you want to be alone or not.

More often then not he's very gentle with his voice and movements, tiptoeing around you because he knows better then anyone that alone time is alone time. If you do initiate a cuddle when you're in a silent phase, he will gladly accept and pet your head to comfort you.

As a god he's met all different types of people and has came up with many a ways to make them feel cared for. You are no exception. The second you start telling him about about a song you've just heard that you're in love with, he will learn it just for you. Say you are obsessing over a new item you've just bought, he wants to know all about it. He gets just as happy as you, if not happier because he loves how bright your smile is.

Venti:

To scream:

To be silent:

Just as before, when someone's silent around him, he understands completely. He will get out his quietest instruments and provide gentle background music, improving on his lyrics or coming up with new tunes to play later, all while you're hyperfixated on something or another. He will sing you songs when you don't want to talk so you won't ever feel awkward about lack of noise. And when you truly want pure silence, he sits by you and holds your hand, letting the quiet settle in.

Felt a little extra sappy with this one hehe. Also 20 followers now!! Woohoo!!

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empressgeekt · 1 year ago

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Trolls - Accidental Knight Branch AU (Field of Forget-me-nots part 1)

My hyper fixation continues and for some reason I got this idea while watching a Bug's Life. And i"m thinking of linking this to my Keith and Branch Brother hood Au (link to that post if interested - https://empressgeekt.tumblr.com/post/744629825487126528/trolls-branch-and-keith-brothers-au). I think I'm going to re-name it A Field of Forget-Me-knots Au. If they end up linked that is.

The Au would start before the first movie. Branch is still grey and on his own, with the exception of his little stalker. Keith had been following him for the past year, and branch had taken a reluctant liking to the kid. Pretty much becoming a big/little brother duo that no one in the village gets. Keith's habit of story telling, is encouraged by Branch, who buys the kid notebooks to put his idea on paper. During the summer evenings, Branch would help edit his grammar and spelling, while working on a latest trap as Keith read his latest chapters. The trolling's current story fixation, being one about a trolling knight who protects his village and wears a suit of armor in the brightest green leaves. Branch askes Keith where he found the inspiration for it, and Keith explains that it came to him when he was helping Branch with the alarm systems and predator preventions he made for the village. Branch is flattered when he learn that the kid thinks of him as a hero, but doesn't admit it.

When Keith's birthday rolls around. In addition to another note book, and some custom made drawing pencils, Branch decides to bring Keith's character to life. With all the mechanical know how, he learned from making traps and weapons, (and sewing skills thanks to Grandma), the grey troll can pretty easily fashion together a suit that is both functional and how Keith described it. With room for all the Gadgets that Keith gave his character. Which on the weapons side Branch kind of cheats due to him already having multiple back up bows and spears. He just paints those to match the suit. Keith is ecstatic to see Branch in the suit, and insists on Branch wearing it while they check the traps that day. Branch allows it, partially because it makes the kid happy, and partially because he wants to show off his gadget re-creations. Keith even calls Branch, "Forest Guardian" all through the walk. At some point, Branch falls into a flower patch, and pollen gets all over his hair making it turn into a maroon color.

Their on the last of their safety checks, this one just outside of the village borders, when suddenly the alarm strings go taunt and screaming is heard in the direction of the village. Branch tells Keith to run back to the bunker using their escape tunnels, and keith says that, "Forest Guardian is needed". Branch rushes off, completely forgetting that he's in a ridiculous looking suit, finding a rabid wolf charging through the middle of the village. Most the pods are too high for the predator to reach, but the trolls on the ground are done for...Branch grabs hold of the spear tied to his back.

Poppy is on the ground, trying to get as many trolls away from the wolf, but she's at a lost of what to really do. A predator like this had never gotten this close to the village, so she's scrambling. All she knows is that everyone is screaming and running, their afternoon song is ruined, then suddenly out of nowhere the wolf is taken down. Poppy looks up, and finds a troll with maroon colored hair, clad in armor of the brightest green, their hands gripping a spear that was impaled in to the base of the wolf's skull, killing it. In the corner of her eye, she sees one of the trollings, Keith, Call out "It's Forest Guardian!"

Branch is very uncomfortable with all the people suddenly staring at him, once the wolf is down. Then he hears Keith call out, and suddenly remembers he's in the costume. They don't know who he is. Still he doesn't like being the object of all there attention. Branch rushed back into the woods before Poppy has the chance to thank him.

Keith meets Branch back at the bunker. Branch immediately takes off the suit, and confronts Keith as to why he was in the village and not safe in the bunker. Keith said he wanted to see Forest Guardian in action. Branch retorts he's not Forest Guardian. Keith said he could be, and gets upset, because he based a the character off of branch, but the grey troll doesn't want to be a hero. Branch said he wasn't a hero. Keith says that he is, and recounts all he does for the villages protection and no one sees it! And they are all mean to branch. It makes the trolling frustrated, and this way they can be nicer to branch without Branch having to deal with them invading his personal privacy.

Eventually Branch gives in, after all the armor stopped him from getting hurt by the wolf, and it would make it easier to carry needed essentials. So when ever he goes after predators that get too close to the village he wears the suit. Keith promises to be Branch's man on the inside and reports to the grey troll on all the rumors that were spread about them. They have a good laugh over it.

Meanwhile, the village is set on fire with news of their new hero. People are gossiping and word of the "Forest Guardian" is spreading fast. And one troll in particular has become engulfed by the flames. Poppy has become obessed with the Forest Guardian. She wants to thank him, know who he is, and become his best friend. No she is totally not fangirling over him, like the twins tease. The snackpack is equally enthralled with the new village hero. Cooper, Biggie, And GD are impressed with how cool he looked, The twins have been making fan wear based on eye witnesses on the armor, Fuzzbert and DJ Suki want to know who his gear works, and Smidge wants to know where he learned how to take down a wolf. They are all willing to help Poppy find the Guardian. Creek is grateful for the new hero, but he is a little apprehensive about Poppy wanting to find him. After all he could be dangerous, and what kind of troll would use violence before friendship.

Nothing could stop Poppy's hunt. She askes everyone in the village what they know about the Forest Guardian. She sadly doesn't get much information. Until she asks Keith. The little trolling tells her all about how the Guardian lives out side of the village in the forest, and that he's been defending the village from predators for years, the wolf had been a rare instance when they snuck passed his defenses.

Poppy: Keith how do you know about this?

Keith: I see him. I go into the woods sometimes, he's always looking out for us.

Poppy: And no one knows? No one's thanked him!

Keith: He's shy and a little different. He doesn't think the village will accept him.

Poppy: He's our hero, we'd always accept him

Keith: he doesn't think so. He's seen how you treat other people who aren't like you.

Poppy: We aren't mean.

Keith: not actively.

Poppy: Look Keith Sweetie, you think you can get me meeting with him?

Keith agrees and leads poppy out into the woods. And calls out to the "Guardian". Branch and the trolling had come to an agreement that if he was refered to Guardian or Forest, then someone was with th trolling and Branch needed to play the part. Branch just didn't think Keith would bring the princess of all trolls. Poppy excitedly begins to ramble, until Branch clears his throat. In a deeper voice he sends Keith home, and asks what Poppy wants.

Poppy: We'll first to say thank you

Branch: I don't do this for thanks your highness

Poppy: Well, we're going to give it to you now that we know about you! Especially since you've been protecting all of us for so long.

Branch: How do you know about that?

Poppy: Keith told me.

Branch: Of course.

Poppy: Now, to show you how grateful the village is for all your work, we're throwing a party for you and officially inviting you-

Branch: Pass.

Poppy: WHat?

Branch: Apologizes for my brashness Princess, but I do not enjoy big loud parties.

Poppy: Why not?

Branch: You're larger celebrations attract a lot of attention from Predators your highness. Any part you through means a lot of work and stress for me. After years of this, I've lost my taste for such gatherings

Poppy's thrown by this, but in some form understands. The Forest Guardian's work is dangerous, he could've gotten hurt many times over while they partied. She had no idea that their parties attracted predators. She asks if their was any way to prevent that

Branch is shocked, all he had to do was save the village and put on a mask and suddenly people wanted to listen to him?! Taking advantage of this new found respect. Branch takes Poppy around the forest explaining how he keeps everyone safe from the forest, and just how vulnerable they all are. And that he deosn't want them to stop their fun, he just doesn't want anyone to get hurt or worse.

Poppy takes all this information, back home to her father, and suggests a few changes to make life better for both their guardian and the village. Peppy says that some of these suggestions would need to be consulted by the council however one of them they wouldn't need approval for. When talking with Keith the trolling had offered a less explosive way of thanking the Forest Guardian. Peppy agrees to knight the hero.

Word spreads quickly as troll village hadn't had a knight since before bergen town was established. So everyone is really excited. When keith tells Branch about the knighting thing, it's really surprising to the grey troll. After all he only took down one wolf their acting like he conquered the sun for them. Still the kid talks branch into going to the ceremony.

The ceremony goes smoothly although branch doesn't stay very long at the after party. Keeping up appearances is hard. Not to mention Poppy is all over him wanting to dance and find out his real name. He doesn't give it. Still some how rumors fly about hiw the princess and the new knight are smitten with each other. Keith teases branch about when ever they meet up. Branch is just worried about Poppy getting too close to him. After all in reality he isn't the hero they all think he is.

Life goes on, Poppy tries to reason for more safety measures but the council won't allow them. She goes to branch as the forest guardian for help. Shockingly its easier to standup and reason his ideals while in costume. He gets them to think about it, and Poppy offers lunch as a thanks. She disappointed that he won't take off his mask to eat, which leads to a conversation over why he hides his face. Once more rumors about the knight and princess pick up pace.

When the 20th freedom anniversary rolls around, Poppy trie to invite the knight but Branch declines saying that such a party 2as too big of a risk during predator season. Poppy doesn't head his word as Guardian or normal branch and goes trhough with it. You all know how this ends. Poppy goes to the bunker and asks Branch if he has seen Forst Guardian any where worried about if the Bergan had already gotten to him as he didn't show up to fight the bergen. Branch said he didn't know. As in canon Poppy stuffs the village in his bunker. Keith tells Branch to go after her as Guardian. They both know Poppy has 0 to none on survival skills, and this way no one will stumble onto his secret while in the bunker.

Poppy is at first thrilled when Forest Guardian joins her, however her excitement dwindles as she realizes that he's more of a grump then she thought their hero was. He doesn't join in on her songs and she's desperate to hear his voice. So also probs him on his back story, which Branch lies and says, "I don't have any."

Poppy: what how?

"Leta just sya that the story of the escape isn't as happy as everyone makes it out to be princess."

Cloud guy pissess him off as usual. And they can't spare Creek from getting "eaten". When freeing the snack pack, some of them ask for his autograph which, branch thinks their crazy for. Not the time and who has a pen on them at the moment anyway.

Branch still refuses to sing, with Bridget, and when cornered all he can say is that it tore his family apart. With a mix of truth and lies forest guardian says that he used to sing all the time with his family, but that made them prime targets for bergens. He became silent that's what saved him. "So forgive me if I'm not comfortable with singing in bergen filled town. I stay silent so that others don't have to."

The date goes the same, only Poppy is more giggly than in canon when Branch says she has a nice smile.

They both choke creek

True colors happens

then when confronting the chef, she doesn't react for Branch when she tries to for feed gristle. She reaches for Poppy. Branch jumps in and stabs the chef in the hand protecting the princess. Chef would then pull out a knife and with it smach brnahc into the far wall. Severally injuring him. Gristle orders for Chef to be captured. While Poppy runs over to Branch. She pulls off the mask and reveals the identity of the village hero. Shocking everyone.

Brnach remains unconscious for weeks afte the event. Poppy and Keith at his bed side. The village is rebuild. Peppy announced his retirement. And Poppy planns to create a team of well trained trolls to help bench protect the village.

When he does wake up, Branch is welcomed back home and offered the position of head of village security. If he wants it. With peace with the bergen established. Branch accepts the job. Creating the Forest Guardian's. Pop villages own defences force.

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Not sure what will happen in the othe movies yet, but branch is definitely sporting a new scar that JD will freak out about.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 2 years ago

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First off, love your writing, IT MAKES ME FEEL THINGS😭😭 but…

Can we please get more of yandre emo boy Ashton I JUST READ IT AND IM DROOLING SCREAMING CRYING GIGGLING AMD KICKING MY FEET😭🧎‍♀️🤪🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

THANK YOU❤️❤️🤭🤭🤭

(If not that’s okay, ignore this bae🫶)

Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo and his beloved popular bitch

Ayo, thank you for the compliment! I'm glad my writings made you feel things (I don't know what though LMAO)

Actually, I'm not planning to follow up Ashton, but hey, at least it would break my writer's block (lol it's just laziness) so here ya go!

Sorry that it took days though 😔

FOR THIS ONE, I RECOMMEND READING THE FIC FIRST BEFORE THE DRABBLE (this one).

Read the yandere emo fic here!

💌Little Ashton was misunderstood a lot as a child. He never really liked the same things the other children liked, and he had this morbid curiosity with death and occult.

💌Of course, this undoubtedly scared his family, making him out to be some sort of psychopath.

💌This irked Ashton of course. He's just... That. He still loves his parents, and nothing would change that.

💌But the fact that they're so conservative that it's actually bringing Ashton down is what drove him over the edge to find a school far, far away from his family.

💌A small, quaint town, yet filled with teenagers. It was kind of a nightmare when Ashton found out, but he gritted his teeth and thought that maybe, with the current years, maybe they won't judge him. Maybe.

💌So, he indulged more in his Emo lifestyle. He religiously listened to green day, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance...

💌He even got into writing poems as a way to put out his feelings that he never got to tell other people.

💌 He's actually very sensitive with emotions and feelings. So technically, he should be a great friend candidate, right?

💌But once he got into the school year, that's when he knew, that his life would be living hell. Stereotypes left and right. Mean cheerleaders and jocks that ostracized his choice of clothing, snobby rich students that turn their noses on him just because he's not that rich, geeks and nerds that keeps getting in his way, thinking he's one of them.

💌"Fuck. Get me out of here. Nobody understands me."

💌He didn't realize himself, but he's also slowly being a stereotype. Always alone, writing poems, and being unnecessarily nihilistic.

💌Until of course, one day, you transfered. You, your pink rover, and your slutty little outfit.

💌God, just looking at you and your charming personality made Ashton hard fall for you.

💌He wants you. So bad.

💌So he dabbled back into the occults. He found an old book in an abandoned "witch's hut" that he went on a mad hunt for weeks. Apparently, the witch that lived there was a matchmaker witch, who gave love potions to those really desperate.

💌At first, Ashton didn't believe it. Especially that it involves sampaguita, a flower not native to his town. How did the witch even get the flowers?

💌But there he was, mixing and creating the potion under the moonlight and putting your hair and his in the pot. Creating a love potion that smelled like the sampaguitas he had to smuggle in.

💌He wrote you letters everyday, obsessing and hyper fixating on your allure and beauty. Confessing over and over again on paper that looks old and aged with writing that looks like it came from a fountain pen. With a spritz of the love potion, he would put it in your locker.

💌God, who knew that it would work?

💌Day by day, he watched you read the letters. At first, you were disgusted (much to his dismay) but slowly, you started to read the letters with a neutral face, then a smile, then with a squeal and then a desperate plea for him to come and fuck you already.

💌Maybe putting his... Semen on your love potion got you desperate for him carnally, rather than romantically.

💌But no fretting, he would just make you fall for him.

💌And as you moan and scream out his name as he pounds into your tight hole like the feral, fuck machine he is,

💌He was pleading to the moon to see his bleeding heart and bare soul to make you his.

💌And if the moon won't allow it,

💌Well, it's nothing more love potions won't do.

💌"my beloved, why don't you drink this sweet tea I made? Why is it pink and smells floral? It's a new tea from Japan. Sakura, from what I know. It's glowing? Nonsense, love. It's probably just the lighting."

💌"Now drink up, don't let a drop go to waste."

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amomentsescape · 2 years ago

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Slashers Spend Halloween with Reader

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I'm honestly pretty bummed that Halloween season is officially over after tonight, but I hope you all had a great time! Thank you all for your requests and support on my writings this month. Stay spooky, everyone!

Freddy Krueger

Bar Hopping!

Are we surprised?

Freddy loves to have a good time, especially if it involves drinking and dancing with his hot partner

LOVES if your costume is a bit showy

Loves it even more if you both are matching

If he doesn't like the music that's playing, he changes it with the flick of a finger

If there's someone that's getting a little too close to you, he'll make them disappear for the night (and deals with them later)

And what's even better is that all of your food and drinks are free when Freddy is around

With the quirk of his brow, people are at his command, and no one will treat you any less differently either

Is constantly complimented on his costume because of how "real" it looks

But the moment your social battery runs out, he'll whisk you away into dreamland and cozy up next to you

But if you're ready to be out all night like he is, you can expect one killer hangover the next morning

Michael Myers

Horror Movie Binge!

Michael is clearly not one to go out

As much as he likes Halloween, a bunch of screaming kids or equally drunk adults isn't his forte

But he does like horror and gore

So just say the word, cook the popcorn, and grab a blanket because Michael won't refuse

He even lets you cuddle into him if you want since it's a "special" night

Will share some snacks with you

Probably won't use the blanket, but he's fine if you put it on him

Literally doesn't even blink during the scariest parts of the films

Just don't expect him to binge movies with you all night

Michael can get stir crazy easily

And since it's Halloween night, you can expect him to want to go kill even more

There are too many lives that need to be disposed of in his eyes

But he does secretly cherish that time with you beforehand

He promises to watch more films with you later if you're still awake

Just another reason to come home to you

Jason Voorhees

Walking Through the Woods!

Jason knows you still want to celebrate Halloween, even if it's not with a party or some public event

So what's better than a stroll through the woods?

You have to wait until it's dark, of course, and the moon is bright in the sky

He insists on taking his machete too, just incase

But he happily takes your hand and lets you lead wherever your heart wants

Loves to hear you ramble on about any current interests or hyper fixations

Especially loves when you bump into him or give his hand an extra squeeze

Will stop every once in a while to hold you close, trying to keep you warm from the cold night air

Also likes to watch you pick up random items you see on the ground or around the trees as you walk

Your constant curiosity for things makes Jason incredibly happy

If you guys manage to find a stump, he'll have you rest on it while he sits on the ground beside you

As you lean yourself against him, you share stories of what you did for Halloween as a child

Jason just listens in, content

Thomas Hewitt

Game Night!

It's actually his idea to find some spooky games to play for Halloween night!

It's up to you whether you play together or with his family

He kinda likes those traditional board games that change their theme just for Halloween

But he's also happy to try something new with you!

Will snack on random candies and chips you brought along for the night

Also likes to hear you talk about whatever comes to mind

He's honestly pretty good at the games and is able to beat you from time to time

Will play a scary movie in the background

You both don't really pay attention to it, but the sound is nice to have

If you lose, he always reaches over and squeezes your hand as an apology

But as long as you're having fun, that's all he cares about!

If you win, he claps happily and relishes in your laughs

You end the night playing a simple card game, giving you a chance to talk more and share what you love about Halloween

Bubba Sawyer

Carving Pumpkins!

Well, this only makes sense

Bubba and his family have all the perfect tools for carving pumpkins

And he finds the idea of jack-o'-lanterns keeping away spirits interesting

You have a bowl of candy and a couple drinks besides you both as you get to work

He definitely confuses the candy bowl with the pumpkin guts bowl a few different times

But he's honestly super quick with carving

It's all the practice with sharp instruments

He opted for more of a silly face while yours is a little more creepy

You decide to save the seeds later to bake for a snack as well!

Bubba turns on some fun Halloween cartoons while you both work

He even leans over to show you better ways to hold the knives and how to cut more evenly

Helps you light the candles to go inside the pumpkins once you're done carving

They both end up on the patio, lighting up the area with a fun glow

Brahms Heelshire

Reading Scary Stories!

His parents weren't big on such fantasy tales when he was younger, so he never got to read much fiction

But when you showed him some scary story books you still have from being a kid, he was intrigued

He doesn't really like reading, but he loves when you read to him

You both make a whole night out of it

You get some popcorn ready, turn out the lights, and even make a little fort in the living room out of chairs

You managed to find a flashlight to use when reading as well

He lays with his head in your lap, listening to you read the stories

You even managed to jump and grab him a couple of times, causing him to yelp

He actually ends up getting a little paranoid later into the night, making you read some lighthearted stories instead

Once he feels more relaxed, he ends up falling asleep to your reading

You smile as you get up to grab some blankets and pillows, deciding to sleep in the fort for the night

Norman Bates

Spooky Baking!

Norman has always been quite talented in the kitchen

You'd be happy only eating his cooking for the rest of your life if you had to

And since there wasn't much else to do in the middle of nowhere, you were happy to help Norman with his ideas

You start the night off with making some simple cookies

He made the dough and baked them while you got to decorate

You ended up creating little "spider" chocolate chips with a toothpick!

He then wanted your help making cupcakes

These took a bit longer, but neither of you minded

Norman had a record playing in the background, and it was easy to just converse back and forth with one another

While the cakes were in the oven, he took you by the hand and danced around the kitchen with you

Also plants plenty of kisses on your forehead throughout the night

You both took turns icing the cupcakes once they were cooled

Each treat ended up turning out a little different since you both wanted to create unique patterns and colors

And the best part of the night? Eating your creations together while watching an old Halloween film!

Billy Loomis

Halloween Party!

You thought it would be a horror movie binge, didn't you?

Well, lucky for you, Billy was down to try something different this year

Especially since the whole month comprised of watching every scary film known to man

He is obsessed with your costume, unable to keep his hands off of you

He isn't HUGE on parties to be honest, but if he gets to show you off looking like this, then he's happy to come along

He shares a few drinks with you once you're there

He doesn't like getting drunk, especially since he wants to keep an eye on you

But he enjoys holding onto the red solo cup with his arm around your waist

Occasionally whispers dirty things in your ears and plants warm kisses along your neck

He enjoys seeing how much he can push your buttons out in public like this

Will dance with you if you beg

But it's hard for him to say no to you either way

The night is cut short when he gets into a fist fight with a random guy for flirting with you

Don't worry; he plans on paying the man a visit later

Stu Macher

Trick or Treating!

You think you're too old for trick or treating? Think again

Stu finds you both costumes that make you unrecognizable

You don't think this is going to work out though since Stu is so freaking tall

But somehow, the adults don't question it too much

It's easier to not ask questions, it seems

He grabs your hand and drags you from house to house, laughing with you about random things

And once you both have your fair share of candy, he convinces you to play ding-dong-ditch with him

He may have stolen a pumpkin from someone's yard as well for being "cool-looking"

Asks to trade some of his candy for yours

Occasionally pulls you into people's backyards and makes out with you in the dark

And once most of the kids are back at home, he takes you to his place so you can binge on the candy

The night ends with a horror film too, of course!

Eric Draven

People Watching!

Although this may sound boring at first, anything with Eric somehow turns out to be fun

He sets up a little fort on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city, the view being in the dead center of everything

He makes sure you're bundled up in plenty of blankets

The candy bowl is full, and he even has some snacks and drinks to share

You both look over the edge and just watch all the people walk by

You take turns pointing out random people and try to come up with stories on who they are, what their costume is, where they're going, etc.

Always ends in shared smiles and laughs

He strums a couple of tunes on his guitar based on your request

Plenty of cuddles and cold kisses as well

You end up staying out a good majority of the night, only going back home when the streets become empty

Your safety will always be his number one priority

So although you didn't do anything super exciting for Halloween, Eric still made the night very enjoyable for you

And at least this way, he knew he could protect you

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anoriginalweirdo · 3 months ago

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hi nice people on tumblr who are also obsessed with the hunger games! last year you were all so nice when I said I was reading the books for the first time. well last week I've finally read The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - yeah took me a while because I hate Snow sooooo much and I didn't think I would be interested in his story, but boy was I soooo wrong! I read it then watched the film then rewatched the film and I'm currently rereading it to annotate it! I was just supposed to read it to watch the film and then read Sunrise on the Reaping, but I'm stuck on my hyper fixation on Lucy Gray and Sejanus and also Tom Blyth bringing Coriolanus 'piece of shit' Snow amazingly to life (HE GIVES ME SO MUCH GENDER ENVY GODDAMINIT) and I can't listen to Can't Catch Me Now without screaming and crying.

So hiiii nice people on Tumblr who are also obsessed with the hunger games, tell me im not the only one who has on hyper fixation on Snow's story???

(don't get me wrong I HATE HIM EVEN MORE NOW but Lucy Gray and Sejanus and even Tigris - I need to at least have a short story about what happened to her. I love hating Snow and analysing how well crafted his character is - I mean we're talking about Suzanne Collins creating a character, of course this character is interesting even though he's the absolute worst - morally and politically and emotionally there's always so much to talk about with her characters)

Also if you have any good fanfic about Lucy Gray PLEASE SHARE!!!

thank you so much nice people on tumblr who are also obsessed with the hunger games

#the hunger games #hunger games #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #tigris snow #the weirdo's mind #hyperfixation #tom blyth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #I HATE SNOW SO MUCH #BUT I'M OBSESSED #can't catch me now

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feylambda · 3 months ago

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Bill's Shenanigans, Pt. 1

meet the archangel of spacetime

Running a universe was easy, actually. All one had to do was take the current state of things, destroy the entire universe, and then recreate it again exactly one moment later. This process needed to happen at every moment throughout all of history and into the future, for every single possible timeline in the synaptic net of causality. For efficiency, Bill elected to divide the work by dividing herself into very large number of copies of herself, so that each moment could happen in lock step. Every situation and moment had a copy of her standing there, ready to destroy and repaint the universe into existence like an assembly line. Bill was very good at her job.

Just because it is simple to run a universe, does not mean it is a rapid process. Though the little ones living on stage in the universe never experienced the eons between transitions, Bill and her siblings ended up with quite a lot of, well, time on their hands in between those snapshots. A mortal might ponder the situation with growing horror at the prospect, fearing being overcome with isolation and boredom in the abyss of time between times, without realizing that such fearful experiences are exclusively for the little ones within the universe. It is difficult to become bored when one is experiencing all of time and space at the same time. Plus, an angel's biology simply did not come equipped to experience boredom or horror or dread; that was their dad's job.

Also she had hobbies, thank you very much. Bill loved nothing more than to peak into the universe and watch the little ones playing life. And she would get hyper fixated on those stories, and start seeing herself in them, and then finally decided to start cosplaying as that particular one. So far, she had several trillion cosplays, and was always keeping an eye out for when inspiration struck next. What could she say, she got it from her dad. Sometimes she would pluck a little one out of the universe for a brief chat, asking "Hey, why'd you make that decision?" or "I'm writing a fic about you, what would you order at a cafe in a coffee shop AU? Also it's enemies to lovers." They never really understood the artistic vision, and mostly just screamed till she put them back in.

Bill swam through the network of causality. Mortals often thought of time and timelines as an endlessly divergent set of lines, never to meet again. That was silly; moving left one step and then right one step had the same end state as moving right one step and then left. Situations re-converge more often than most mortals imagined. No, it was better to see causality and timelines as a set of lines which connect each moment together, and would activate a moment when enough causality went into them. From Bill's perspective, it was plain to see that cause is to effect as dendrite is to axon. Time and situations activating and propagating along a network, with new connections being made by her sister. Some events never take place, and those ties eventually wither away. Other events take place so often that it is certain fate to go down a particular path if events ever lead there.

She occasionally wondered what the network of cause and effect was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if she was looking at the mind of her father. Sometimes she wondered if she was looking at the mind of something else they were trying to make. It doesn't matter either way, really.

Certain clusters in the network were really interesting. It felt like anything could happen in them. She flew over to one such cluster, and nearly ran into one of the most powerful beings in the entire universe. The first god (after Bill's father, of course), a primordial force capable of ripping apart reality and stitching it back together in what ever shape She desired. She had countless names, uttered by mortals scattered throughout all of creation.

With all due reverence, Bill began the appropriate rites for greeting Her. She ran and tackle hugged Her to the ground, with a glomp, shouting "Aunt Shepherd!!!"

#feylambda.stories #feylambda posting #nasin toposa #voidhymns #nasin toposa bill #nasin toposa shepherd #i love bill she never really gets to appear in game but she is a lot of fun #she exists in the places between moments that no one can experience so most cannot see her

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hierarchysam · 8 months ago

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Our time is running out (H.J & L.F)

characters: ghostface!jisung & felix x fem! reader

warnings/synopsis: ghostface au, based off the scream franchise, halloween special, swearing, murder, manipulation

a/n: inspired by DEMIAN's cover of the song

"time is running out" feel free to listen while you read. please watch the performance as well, i highly recommend its so amazing!

second a/n: pls bare with me this was super rushed and all written today as its all the time I had to write, ik its probably boring but I hope at least someone enjoys it. also based off my current hyper fixation with the scream movies

11:46 pm, October 30th.

"hello?" she answered, wondering why someone was calling her landline, especially this late at night.

"wanna play a game?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.

"who is this?" she asked. "well who am I speaking to?" they asked back.

"i'm y/n, now who is this?" she asked before going to hang up. "hang up and i'll end you just like your father. the voice on the phone threatened.

she dropped the phone, grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" the voice said condescendingly.

"what do you want?" she said, tears brimming in her eyes. "i want you to suffer the way i did" they said, voice dripping with malice.

"i dont understand!" she yelled. "who are you?!" she asked. "the question isn't WHO am i, the question is WHERE am i" they said as she held the knife tightly, making sure all the doors were locked.

"too late, y/n. should have thought about my brother before you put him in jail" they said angrily. "w-what?" she paused, remembering her fathers murder, and the man she put behind bars for it.

"y-you're him..his younger brother" she said slowly. "thats right! you put my brother in jail y/ n, and now you're going to feel what i felt when i lost my brother. but i'll give you a choice" he said.

"w-what choice?" she said, the knife shaking in her hold. "you.. or your brother." he said carelessly as a light came on outside the patio door, revealing her brother tied up to a chair.

she covered her mouth, sobbing "please dont hurt him!" she screamed. "make the choice, y/n. you or him?" he said angrily. "if you dont choose i'll choose for you!" he yelled.

"please i'll do anything just dont hurt him!" she sobbed. "no choice means i choose" he said, coming out from behind the bush, standing behind her brother.

"no please!!" she screamed, banging on the door, unlocking it and running outside, another cloaked figure grabbing her, holding her back and covering her mouth as she dropped the phone.

she then realized there were two people behind this. "please dont hurt him" she said, her sobs muffled by the hand over her mouth. suddenly the first figure behind her brother slowly walked in front of the chair.

"no!!" she screamed but it was once again muffled as she watched the first figure repeatedly stab her brother, once done he turned around facing her, taking off his mask to reveal none other than han jisung, her fathers killer.

she sobbed as the hand removed itself from her mouth, she slowly turned around to see the figure behind her unmask himself. han felix, jisung's younger brother. she screamed as jisung stabbed her from behind, she ran to her brother but it was too late.

the ghostface duo ran as the sound of sirens started getting closer, leaving her there bleeding out next to her brother. no one knows where the boys went or where they are now, not even y/n herself. she just hopes they never come back.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! (repost from my old writing blog that I posted this as a Halloween special)

#Spotify #skz #stray kids #stay #skz angst #stray kids angst #angst #han jisung #lee felix #halloween #halloween special #scream #ghostface #hierarchysam

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silvernyxchariot · 1 year ago

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Kabuto Yakushi x GN!Reader

Content Warnings: Fluff, sickeningly sweet; Lords, was I always this gawky as a kid; reworked one-shot from 2012-14 era

Word Count: 1437

“My life wasn't horrible… but it certainly was dreary.”

Another day in my life and I wake up in a candlelit room, the small prison window on the door also supplies my sight with the torches in the hallway. There’s practically nothing for me to do, maybe a simple little desk and some writing supplies. The other inmates are crazed from constant boredom and experimentation; not even one can offer an intellectual sentence.

I roll my eyes at another distant scream.

Orochimaru's forsaken eastern hideout was miserable, but aren't they all; even though we are in the land of fire, as far as I could remember, why hasn't anyone found this place? My jutsu is undeveloped. My shinobi skills are unrefined. So, why does he want to keep me? No… I think I want to be here.

Flashback Back then, I had lived a simple life. The waterfall was luke warm at best, but it was useful for a bath and I can't help but linger in the lakes depths. Brilliant blue to a burnt orange to a yellowish grey, I watched as the sky turned to night. The day had come and gone as if nothing else had existed. The water calmed my nerves, but I must've looked like a raisin by now. My cottage is only two minutes away from the waterfall. As I walked through the brush, my reflexes proved horrible. Three little pricks sent shivers into my very core, silver piercings in my arm, shoulder, and neck. Pressure points. “Damn it.” When I hit the ground, and before I fainted, a man walks up to my place on the ground. In a rather polite voice laced with hints of venom, “I'm sorry Miss; I didn't—” That's all I could hear before the my senses went black. Fortunately, I saw my assailant's face. He was… pretty? His silver hair and onyx black eyes just shown so beautifully; but what was so funny was… His circular glasses made him look so boyish. Then everything faded. End Flashback

That was such a cliché meeting. Yes, the reason I stay is for this one person. Stupid, don't you think? And it started with mistaken identity. But I don't care; I couldn't help but love him. For months, I've followed Kabuto around, whether it be for small errands or a dangerous mission. Most of the time, I have been his subordinate specifically. At least I try my best to be. You see, I’m not the best shinobi since I was never given any formal training. A few punches and kicks in taijutsu. I can barely release myself from simple genjutsu. And never mind trying to pull off a shadow clone. I was a horrible shinobi.

I would fall off almost any branch or ledge, trip and roll down a hill but Kabuto was never mad at me. He’s patient and maybe hyper fixated on his current task that I must force him to remember how to drink or eat. It’s strange; possibly he felt the same. Kabuto had been a creeper on a couple of occasions: staring at me, caressing my thigh, or maybe twiddling my hair. I stare into his eyes when he’s too close.

In the darkness of my cell a small beam of light appears, for the door creaked open and guess who stood there. “Come on out. We're going somewhere,” his close eyed smile is so innocent that I had to chuckle. “You must be bored. As always.” Kabuto stayed in step with me.

“Ok…” I never argued, Kabuto never asked anything unreasonable of me. “Where are we going, Kabuto?”

“I just need to find something… You have decent eyes. So, you're going to help me,” he shrugs nonchalantly as if the screams didn’t exist. The smirk on his face was far too enigmatic for a simple mission like he claims this one is, but I could not read his face; what's new?

I have no idea what time means or what it is when I’m underground. Kabuto brought me out in the blazing heat of summer, and I have to squint and keep my eyes shut for a few minutes. But the fresh air feels good. My joints pop as I stretch and rotate my joints. My lungs groan and scream as I fill them with air.

Four Hours Later, flying through the trees, the orange gleam of disappearing light is behind us. The branched groan at our landing and body weight. Kabuto and I had been traveling on foot. The evergreen forest became thicker and thicker, but it was beautiful. The trees offered shade from the blazing sun and cool relief in the summer heat. As we continued, rainbow bundles of flora became more evident. Over the horizon, a silver round moon began to rise.

Finally, Kabuto dropped at a moment’s notice and came to a stand still near a small cave entrance. Catching my breath, I descended to stand beside him. Kabuto only slightly turned to see if I was even still here. “Kabuto!” He left me without a clue, so the basic thing I would do… follow him. Time and time again, tripping fucking hurts. The only thing I could possibly grab a hold of for balance in the barely lit cave was Kabuto. Despite his slender build, he’s sturdy and holds me upright without even trying. His dark chuckle only ever made me clumsier, as it was distracting. Always was. I staggered until he finally decided to pick me, legs and knees up, and face-to-face with those circular frames.

“If you keep this up you do realize we'll never get back to the hideout in time. I'm only given roughly 2 days just to find this.” What is it!? He never tells me anything. “Close your eyes, count to ten, and then open them.” I huffed but obeyed. He was demanding and actually quite forceful sometimes. If I didn’t close my eyes, he’d shove his face over my sight. I had to take advantage of this and let myself snuggle into his embrace, arms wrapped around his neck and the collar of his shirt. I heard him huff but I had a triumphant smirk on my face.

Ten, nine, eight, seven…

When I open my eyes, the moonlight is an ethereal beauty. Everything glimmered with a silver coat of pale light. Everything is moving in slow motion. The dragonflies and fireflies buzz around. The more I looked around the buds of the evening moon lilies opened wide as if to greet me. My favorite. They only bloom in the dark. Small flowers with a sweet scent; the best appearances for a night wedding, ornaments, or a bouquet.

“Happy birthday…” Kabuto stands at the edge of the cave we just exited. A little awkward, not sure what to do with himself, but I was too busy chasing the rabbits that inhabited the little clearing. He set me down to let me wander the garden cave. In that moment, exasperation and awe fills me with warmth despite the creeping cold of the night.

This small area. It was beautiful. The pond and little river, that reflected the shimmering moon, was surrounded by iridescent blooms.

I couldn’t hold my excitement as I turned and crushed Kabuto in a crushing grip. I peered into his black eyes, satisfaction. He was happy and so was I. But it didn't matter where we were and what was happening, as long as we were together a moment like this would never go away. “I have something else for you.” He pulled a chain from his pocket and clipped it around my neck. An intricate summer themed locket.

“I wish I could repay you for this…” Nothing but a whisper. I could say nothing more. But no other words were exchanged. In their place, a forceful kiss.

Kabuto chuckled in amusement while adjusting his shirt and smirking into the chaste kiss, “I guess we should be getting back…”

“Yeah, uh, Kabuto. I lik- I love you.” A deep, bloody crimson filled my cheeks along with heated ears.

“I figured you'd say that” he chuckles as he stares down at me. “I love you too. I belong to you; you can do whatever you want to me, and I would let you do it.”

It was so exciting. “Really?” I whined with high-pitched excitement. He stayed silent for a moment and then patted my head like I was a kitten. I wrap my arms around this waist and rest my chin on his chest. “I know. I will always be yours in return… Always by your side.”

One of the fan fics I'm editing from my neophyte years, and will subsequently post here to Tumblr.

Damn. I wish teenage me was mentally mature enough to have joined Tumblr during the SuperWhoLock era. For context, I'm catching up on some old shows that I wasn't interested in when I was a kid: iZombie, Bones, HIMYM, Dexter, and newer stuff like Queen's Gambit. THE CHAOS, where everyone loved gushing and word vomiting, must have been so much fun.

#kabuto yakushi #kabuto yakushi x reader #reader x kabuto yakushi #naruto #naruto fan fic #fan fiction #one shot #short story #fan fic #if you saw a cisgendered pronoun - no you didn't

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prickly-paprikash · 2 years ago

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Today was not a perfect day.

Hell, it wasn't that close to a good day either.

But I can at least confidently say this.

My current trifecta of hyper-fixations in Western Animated Media are all getting a second season in Netflix.

The new kid on the block with a thirst for vengeance and smashing the patriarchy; with a penchant for destroying the binary of gender and collecting bitches like they're Pokemon, it's BLUE EYE SAMURAI!

The vampire hunter that comes from a bloodline of warriors and soldiers; incites revolutions, slaughters slavers, burns blood-suckers, and has a bad history with mother-related fatalities, you know 'em! You love 'em! It's CASTLEVANIA NOCTURNE!

And finally, uttering their very name spreads awe and fear alike. Leaving millions traumatized with just nine episodes, redefining animation as we know it alongside Spider-Verse, and making sure that League of Legends is the most obsolete thing in... League of Legends, this one needs no introduction but I'm still fucking doing it anyway! ARCANE!

The Tortuous Trifecta. The Triumphant Triumvirate. The Traumatic Trio. The set of shows that Netflix better not fucking cancel or lessen their budgets on or istg I might do somethi—

THE SHOWS THAT GIVE MY SHRIVELED BI HEART A REASON TO BEAT AND PUMP BLOOD INTO MY BODY.

SCREAM THEIR NAMES.

BLUE EYE SAMURAI SEASON 2

CASTLEVANIA NOCTURNE SEASON 2

ARCANE SEASON 2

#castlevania nocturne #castlevania nocturne season 2 #arcane #arcane season 2 #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai season 2 #mizu #jinx #richter belmont #DON'T FUCK THIS UP NETFLX

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possiblyunhinged · 6 months ago

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Sydney Sweeney’s body being labelled by chronically delusional men online as “another example of women catfishing” has me spiralling into this suffocating concern: have women just sleepwalked into even bigger body image traps while our basic rights are once again becoming battlegrounds in political campaigns?

It feels like the cherry on top after years of creative new ways capitalists have convinced us we can’t question capitalism’s chokehold on us—because affluent women have decided it’s “anti-feminist” to critique the intentions and effects of women selling us shit constantly.

Somehow, that’s the hill we’re dying on? Sincerely, choke.

Mere months ago, Sweeney was crowned the hottest woman alive with the ideal body. Now, women seem to be hurtling back toward the heroin-chic bullshit Moss and co. fronted in the ‘90s. Fabulous. Just what a healthy society needs, hey?

Social media has stealth-poisoned women’s psyches more than ever. Every influencer is selling you something. The current grift? Red LED face masks—which scientists have literally said don’t do shit compared to clinical devices. But please, spend hundreds of pounds anyway!

Filler.

Skims.

Fucking colour analysis (seriously, I wish the worst for those women, xoxo).

Gourmand scents...

WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN GOURMAND?!

My insecurities have fed my algorithm, and now they’ve never felt heavier. Maybe it’s just me. But I doubt it. This is coming from someone who grew up when Urban Outfitters was selling shirts that said, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”

Nothing has changed, except now working-class women can go into debt—paying in instalments, no less—to break themselves in half trying to “fix” something about themselves.

I know I’m walking a thin line here—one step away from sounding like Mary Daly—but let’s be real. I’ve got 4-year-old filler in my lips. I battled an eating disorder for most of my life, so much so that at thirteen, I saved up to buy diet pills online, hid them under my pillow, and starved myself for years. I still fight the constant hum of “you’re ugly” every day.

I am the perfect customer for this hyper-consumerism we live in.

And yet... I can’t help but feel like this white, middle-class feminism is eating itself alive. The “girlboss” climb to the top has somehow convinced women not to give a shit about each other. Unless, of course, a joke is thrown their way—then, suddenly, it’s “anti-feminist.”

In the words of an actually intelligent women, rather than an emotional wrecking ball such as myself, Naomi Wolff:

"A culture fixated on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty but an obsession about female obedience. Dieting is the most potent political sedative in women’s history."

Now, if you don't mind me, I'm going to scream into my pillow for the next few decades xoxo

#feminism #capitalism #body image #beauty standards #women’s rights #feminist theory #naomi wolf #the beauty myth #girlboss #no but really i must get back to screaming into my pillow bye #sydney sweeney

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jasper-the-kid · 2 months ago

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Autism + ADHD symptoms (with examples) I have

Autism:

DSM-5 Criteria A. Subcategory 1:

“Differences in social-emotional reciprocity”

I initiate conversations a lot, but I often dont know how to continue small talk. (example: someone says its rainy today, I agree with them)

DSM-5 Criteria A. Subcategory 2:

“Differences in nonverbal communicative behaviours used for social interaction”

I make eye contact fine (I think), but I dont know if I'm speaking too loud a lot of the times. I also dont pay attention to, or notice if others body language is different than what they are saying. That sometimes gets me weird looks from peers.

DSM-5 Criteria A. Subcategory 3:

“Differences in developing, maintaining, and understanding relationships”

I struggle with holding friendships if we dont talk/text each other a lot. I also struggle with imaginative play because I dont know all the thoughts of person I'm playing as. so it just ends up feeling like im playing myself.

DSM-5 Criteria B. Subcategory 1:

“Stereotyped or repetitive motor movements, use of objects, or speech.”

I have a habit of echolalia, and lots of stereotypical autistic stims, such as rocking back and forth, hand flapping, jumping, squealing. I dont know if building lego sets counts as repetitive motor movements.

DSM-5 Criteria B. Subcategory 2:

“Insistence on sameness, inflexible adherence to routines, or ritualized patterns of verbal or nonverbal behavior.”

I'm okay with changes if I choose to change my routine, or I'm aware of the change in routine. I might be a bit pissed off if something got changed without telling me and I might need to get a little adjusted to the new routine, but that's about it.

DSM-5 Criteria B. Subcategory 3:

“Highly restricted, fixated interests that are abnormal in intensity or focus.”

My first major hyper fixation was Harry Potter. I was absolutely obsessed. It was the only book I would read, I would talk about it nonstop, and it was my main source of happiness and joy. I would say now, my main hyper fixation is David Tennant and anything to do with him or things he's been in.

DSM-5 Criteria B. Subcategory 4:

“Hyper- or hypo-reactivity to sensory input or unusual interest in sensory aspects of the environment”

I think Im more hyper reactive to sensory input. I've always been a sensory seeker, apart from loud noises. If you look back on old videos of me, I used to scream and cry when someone would blow dry my hair. I also used to always touch the clothes on the racks when I was in the stores, but I still hate grocery stores, and black lights.

DSM-5 Criteria C.

"Traits must be present in the early developmental period (but may not become fully manifest until social demands exceed limited capacities, or may be masked by learned strategies in later life)."

I can't really say for sure, simply because I do not remember much of my childhood. I just remember always feeling different, or out of place, from the other children

DSM-5 Criteria D.

"Traits cause clinically significant impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of current functioning."

I think it impacts me significantly because it makes it difficult to create new friendships and for me to meet new people outside of the bubble of friends I have around me.

DSM-5 Criteria E.

"These disturbances are not better explained by intellectual disability or global developmental delay."

As of current, I am not diagnosed with any type of intellectual disability.

ADHD:

Cluster A. Inattentive ADHD

"Difficulty with sustained attention"

This sometimes happens, but not all the time. I usually am able to get into the zone

"Difficulty breaking down large project"

"Losing objects"

I have lost so many objects simply because I dont remember where I put them.

"Forgetfulness"

My entire life is a story of forgetfulness. Same symptoms as symptom above

"Avoidance of tasks requiring sustained attention"

I dont like doing some types of homework because it really bores me so I procrastinate until the day before its due.

"Distractability"

I get distracted by practically everything. My phone, random noises, my thoughts, an interesting video.

"Overlooking details"

I have a habit of just skimming over a question and the writing the answer, so sometimes I can miss crucial details in the question.

"Daydreaming & spacing in conversation"

I listen to people in conversation, but sometimes my brain drifts off to other places.

"Appearing not to listen"

This can be applicable to the symptom above too.

Cluster B. Hyperactivity and Impulsivity

"Excessive talking"

If I am with people I am comfortable with, I have trouble not interrupting others

"Fidgeting"

I'm always moving some part of my body, most usually quietly

"Difficulty sitting still"

same as above

"Difficulty with quiet"

I dont think so, I'm a pretty quiet person when alone.

"Difficulty engaging in leisure activities"

Dont know what this means

"Difficulty resting"

also dont know what this means.

"Intruding or interrupting others"

Same as excessive talking tbh

"Restlessness (could be internal)"

I have a lot of words and things in my head, and sometimes I just need to do something, almost like there are ants in my pants.

"Impatience and difficulty waiting turn"

I'll be annoyed and frustrated if theres a long line, say, at the supermarket.

You can see where I stopped being motivated to write answers lmao. I think this is pretty strong evidence tbh

#autism #adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #autism symptoms #adhd symptoms

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