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i hate when men try to fight me when i say lady dimitrescu is a lesbian

baby no straight woman is wearing that hat

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Violence at Castle Dimitrescu is so vibrantly correlated with sex/gender and it is simply tragic how some people in this fandom are apparently oblivious to the subtextual implications of how Alcina corrupts virgin maidens into monstrous servitude so she can be surrounded by them for eternity while simultaneously having men's dicks cut off and hanging up their carcases outside to rot.

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My cute lil crocheted Lady Dimitrescu.

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I don’t think she wants her garden anymore

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Okay cruella devil i see you

mother

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Lab partners ♥️

(freshly defrosted from Nov last year)

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Some Elena appreciation

Love a badass woman with a shotgun

You can see the guilt on her face, too

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I named my cat after this drink before knowing re8 so now i feel so silly calling him... "Mirindaaaaa!! Comeereee!!",

nobody knows why I made this

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Honestly any Mystic flower x reader content I need some more of her I legit might implode inside of a microwave..

Prehaps one where reader knew her before they all got corrupted reader could have been made simply to stay with the ancients like a playmate and mostly hang around her

Yet she starts becoming more cold and distant when the corruption slowly starts taking her over as she starts pushing you away

Reader feels broken and useless afterwards and decides to just leave

Mystic flower starts feeling.. blank afterwards empty yet not in the way she liked she has to get them back

Maybe some yandere stuff I’m just bored lol

She was a challenged to write but I enjoyed it, by the way this may be easier to read if your Tumblr is in dark mode as her dialogue is a light cream color and may be hard to read against a light background.

WARNING-Yandere

Even she isn't immune to dreadful feeling of lost...You had always been by her side.

A simple Cookie, made to keep the revered Hero's company—a mere playmate in the grand scheme of history. But to her, you were never just that. You were a familiar presence, a constant in the ever-changing world, a warm light amidst the cold corridors of her Ivory Pagoda. Yet, as time passed, the warmth in her eyes faded, replaced by something distant, something unreachable. She no longer lingered in the gardens with you, entertained your idle chatter, no longer listened when you spoke of the beauty of the world beyond the pagoda’s walls.

Perhaps you bring her a beautiful bouquet of flowers to marvel at and understand the plant's beauty. The way their petals are soft and vibrant.“There is no need for this,” she says, her voice as light as the wind yet as heavy as stone. She does not take the bouquet from your hands, nor does she even spare it a second glance. “They will wilt, just as all things do.”

Her words grew clipped, her once gentle touch now fleeting and impersonal. When you reached for her hand, she withdrew. When you called her name, she did not turn. And when you asked if something was wrong, her response came hollow:

“There is no meaning in such trivial concerns.”

One day, she told you not to wait for her anymore. She told you that companionship, warmth, the things you so desperately clung to—none of it mattered.

“You should let go,” she had said. Her voice dead and devoid of any emotion. “Spare yourself the pain of attachment.” Desiring nothing more than you to become a distant memory to her.

And so, you left. Not in anger. Not in defiance. But in quiet, aching defeat. If she no longer wanted you at her side, then what purpose did you serve? You had been made to accompany, to remain. And now, you had been reduced...to nothing. You traveled far and beyond, for hours, days, and weeks. In search of nothing. You become a lone wanderer within earthbread, drifting without purpose, without direction. But the agony does not last long., you find companions, those who you laugh with and eat meals together, rebuilding something for yourself.

And yet, in the solitude of the Ivory Pagoda, Mystic Flour Cookie found herself… blank. Not in the way she had always desired, not in the way apathy had promised her peace. She told herself it was for the best. She had freed you, just as she wished to free all of Cookiekind from meaningless pain. But why, then, did this absence feel so unbearable?

Why, then, did she long to hear your voice just once more?

The silence of the pagoda is different now—hollow, aching. The empty spaces where you once stood seem to stretch endlessly, as if mocking her solitude. She tells herself she has no regrets, that this is the path she chose. But the echo of your laughter, the warmth of your voice, refuses to fade. So she searches....

At first, it is methodical. A logical curiosity. Where did you go? Did you adapt, did you flourish without her? But as each day passes with no trace of you, her steps become quicker, her breaths sharper. It is no longer about idle curiosity—it is need.

Perhaps when she finds you, she is forced to face something far crueler than your absence. She watches from a distance at first, unseen in the shadows of the trees, the edges of town, the corners where the light does not reach. You are no longer the broken, aimless wanderer she thought you would be.

You laugh with others, your voice no longer carrying that fragile edge of sorrow. You stand tall, your steps firm and unwavering. There is warmth in the way you speak, in the way you smile, in the way you live. Living for yourself, and not for others.

And it gnaws at her.

She had once thought that losing you would grant her peace. That freeing herself from your presence would solidify her path. But instead, watching you thrive without her fills her with an unfamiliar ache, one she cannot name and yet cannot ignore. And when she finally steps forward, when she finally calls your name once more—

She is terrified.

Because what if you look at her with nothing but polite indifference? What if you do not care anymore?

What if, after all this time, she has become nothing more than a distant memory to you?

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I wanted to try my shot at changing my writing slightly different to invoke a sense of emptiness, something that reflects mystic flour own's apathy. I love love love adjectives, I love describing words, I cant get enough of them. Their beautiful, wonderful, descriptive (see what I did there?) They just make writing so much more of a pleasure

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Hey hey! When you have some spare brain power to share, do you think we could get a part three to the Beast Cookies x Human Sized! Reader where the Reader caves and agrees to join them in the game world?

I can do that! For this im gonna assume reader is happy but bad something happens that gives the beasts a reason to pull them away.

Link to part one

Link to part two

Cw and tags: Romantic, not as lighthearted as the rest, angst if you squint, reader has a minimum wage j*b or something similar to that, Reader can still control their kingdom as a cookie, SMC is a jerk kinda,

Written pre silent salt update

Mystic Flour

🌾 - She rarely questioned your decision to not return to the cookie world with her. She understood great changes were hard, and you had things you would miss or people who would miss you. You were close with her and had a good portion of your kingdom dedicated to her if not all of it. You seemed pretty happy despite a rather monotonous and pointless lifestyle. She didn’t understand it, but it was interesting to try.

🌾 - Of course eventually it starts to become harder. Work becomes more tedious or people around you are giving you issues. You come home stressed more often, she’ll often tell you tales or have you meditate with her. But she doesn’t give the suggestion of leaving, she knows that once you’re put under enough pressure you’ll come to her.

🌾 - You begin to ask her what its like when shes at the pagoda while your heads in her lap. She wants to raise an eyebrow and ask if you were thinking about coming with her but she holds back. Her hand running over your hair, she answers truthfully. Its quiet. Its just her, Cloud Haetae and the occasional traveler or beast visiting. You dont answer, that was more than enough of a hint for her.

🌾 - One day you come home again, and you dont say anything you just hug her. “I want to go with you.” You say quietly, she’s shocked but she saw the signs. After a brief moment of surprise she brings her arms around you. Asks if you have anyone you want to say goodbye to or anything you want to bring, then takes you with her.

🌾 - You have a lot of issues adjusting to what you can and cant do now. She definitely has to keep a close eye on you to keep you from crumbling. Your past life as a human defines your powers in cookie form, your actions manifested into your new abilities. Cloud Haetae is over the moon that they have a new resident.

🌾 - She definitely uses your experiences as a reason to convert to apathy. You toiled endlessly and now you are happy with her, it only makes sense.

Burning Spice

🏜️ - Burning spice always made a habit of boasting to you, he’d sling his arm over your shoulder and tell you all about the destruction he caused while you were gone. He also had a bit of a problem with talking about your job like it was some useless thing. Like the money you made will have no value in 100 years. Its all talk to maybe get you to come back with him.

🏜️ - Your life was admittedly really boring in comparison. He tried to include you though, you actually had a small hand in his decision making. If he can he brings food back for you from grand feasts, and trophies from destroyed cities. But each wad just a reminder that you were going to live this monotonous life forever and he’d continue his reign for eternity.

🏜️ - You listen a lot more closely now when he’s talking about his daily life in the cookie world. You’ll be messing with his hair while he describes various aspects of his life in great detail. You’re quiet, he’ll comment on it, you’ll lie and say you were just focused. Truthfully you were considering it, leaving with him. The more days that passed the more you thought about it, fantasizing about it, distracting yourself with it.

🏜️ - You had given it a lot of thought, a lot. There were many instances you were staring up at the ceiling, Burning Spice snoring in your ear contemplating leaving all this behind to go be at his side. Were you fit for it though? Would he let you? He catches you staring up at the ceiling one night, tugging you close against him and asking whats wrong. You admit, very hesitantly “i was just.. i dunno… thinking about unhappy i am with my current situation, y’know my life is getting kinda… repetitive..?” You avoided the word boring but he picked it up anyway. He’a smirking, his eyes still closed. “So thats what you’ve been distracted with, i knew i saw myself in you.” He says pressing you up against him. “I’ll take you in the morning if thats what you really desire..” he’ll continue then relax his grip when you agree.

🏜️ - The spice kingdom was hard to adapt to physically, your strengths that define you manifest into your cookie form giving you a good step. He doesn’t force you to fight, if you want to train to battle with him he’ll gladly spar. But if you just want to stay in your kingdom or in the temple he’ll ensure you’re always safe.

Eternal Sugar

🌷 - The fact that she had you in her clutches while simultaneously engaging with the outside world was an odd dynamic she wasn’t quite used to. Her solution for thousands of years was to keep her angels safe in tall hedge walls, lounging in perfect paradise. But she had to actually revert back to pre-beast days and fix these temporary spouts of sadness.

🌷 - Life is rough, things are complicated outside your home. Friends fighting, family drama appearing out of nowhere, work was the cherry on top. It felt like more and more those temporary feelings of sadness became more like dreading leaving Eternal Sugar and ultimately the home. It felt so easy to just, call in sick and stay in her arms. But you couldn’t, you had to answer calls, you had to show up to work, you had responsibilities bearing down on you.

🌷 - She’s there to listen, helping you shed your uniform and lay down next to her. When you ask her about her day, well she answers truthfully. She spent the day relaxing, playing the lyre and watching over the garden. She’s not subtle like the first two, she’ll say that you can always put your wants first for once and join her. She’ll take care of you. When you agree finally it surprises her of course.

🌷 - “I’d love to,” you say with a sigh. Your head against the pillow. She stops, hand still reaching for the remote nearby. You had finally snapped, she had you totally now. She doesn’t stop too long, she catches herself. She turns to you with a warm smile. “Would you like to go now?” She asks, casually almost. It was as if she wasn’t asking you if you wanted to disappear forever in a moment. She reaches down, her hand caresses your cheek. You close your eyes against her palm and nod. Wordlessly she nods, walks around to your side of the bed and picks you up bridal style kissing just above the center of your eyebrows.

�� - The angels makes sure you’re situated well into the garden, Eternal Sugar ensures your needs are met. Once the dread that you had left everything behind had dissipated, you became quite comfortable. In this world, your personality from your last life defines your powers. It was like a never ending vacation, the fear of waking up and realizing it was all a dream was more than prevalent though. She doesn’t worry much about you escaping, shes tested you without your knowledge in the real world. You were happy in this gilded bird cage she’s created for you both, and thats all that mattered to her.

Shadow Milk

🃏 - The whole idea behind him coming to see you was so that you could both spend time together. He wasn’t asking for 24/7 attention but as time passed your responsibilities became your main focus. You weren’t happy about it, he wasn’t too thrilled either.

🃏 - He jokes about it at some point “uh hey, i do believe we’re supposed to be doing romantic couple stuff right now?” He’ll speak in a matter of fact tone while floating beside you as you gather your stuff. You frown, clearly stressed. Rambling on about work needing you and that tomorrow would be better. Well as long as its one instance it would be find, it wasn’t.

🃏 - He puts up with it because he believes its just a busy week- then it turns into a busy month. Worst part is that he and his minions weren’t as impactful with their lies in your world, the market was oversaturated here. Also they kept getting IP banned. So naturally they were all spending more time in the game and he was ready to drag you in with him.

🃏 - He’s the worst out of all of them when it comes to getting you to go with him. He’s probably getting you to go with him instead of you deciding to. First he gives you the choice, he tells you all the great things that lie ahead and how much better it is. You say no? Thats fine the fun begins now! It starts slow, he calls in sick for you after seeing a tiny symptom that could be one big thing. The place you work at is suddenly being investigated for something only the employees knew about. By then you recognize what he’s doing and tell him to cut it out, he plays dumb then continues tenfold. Your workplace is shut down. You have to find work elsewhere. The bathtub leaked for no reason, you have water damage. Wifi is suddenly horrible for no reason when you try to book interviews or to get your floor fixed.

🃏 - You snap one day, its not explosive its frustrated silence. You walk up to him as he wears that smug smile. “Alright you win,” you sigh. “Finally! You gave a good fight! You deserve a play written about you,” he says before taking you away.

🃏 - Your responsibility is next to none until your stress from your life ebbs from your dough and you get used to being without skin and bone. Your interests and hobbies are what define your powers if Shadow Milk is the one to take you to the cookie realm.

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Its slicked back too btw yall trust

This type

In my heart Re8 Miranda has long, straight (which btw, not her at all), golden hair...

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My favourite Daniela headcanon is one where she leaves you dead animals like mice or birds as a present 🫶🫶

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Madre

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"its not canon it isnt actually confirmed by the capcom shes gay!" Cope...does she need to have "dyke" engraved onto her forehead or what...even markiplier respects her sexuality

How it feels when there is a lady dimitrescu post and I see a “Someone tag markiplier” comment

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I will put Mystic Flour in ALL the pretty dresses and outfits she deserves <3

Put her in a lot of traditional Chinese outfits, mostly all of them are Hanfu lol

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wip

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i found this thing i draw in 2021!!! RE8 led me to a bunch of awesome people on discord and i'm still grateful for it because quarantine was less depressing with those guys :')))