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Could I request a Twisted Alice x gender neutral reader Short fic? One in particular where the reader comes back injured after coming in contact with the ink demon and Alice just comforting them?

Yes! However, I will note that I don't believe that's a strong suit of hers.

Reader gets injured by the Ink Demon and Twisted Alice attempts to comfort them.

(Gender ambiguous).

Word count: 902

Warnings: Blood, violence, and injury.

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Truth be told, safe places do not truly exist with Joey Drew Studios. Sure, you can shove yourself in boxes, barrels, or crates in an attempt to hide from what lurks within its bowels; you can get inside a Little Miracle Station, or put yourself behind as many metal shutters as you'd like... but the determination some of the monsters have to rip your face off ensures that no spot will allow you to remain undetected forever.

Despite that, ever since you unwittingly walked straight into one of Alice's snare traps, you have felt rather safe.

Sure, she was going to kill you at first. There was mention of harvesting your organs and putting your lovely eyes in a jar, but she changed her mind sometime between when she cut you down and when she put you on the operating table. Since then, she's become your twisted guardian angel. Most of the filth (as Alice puts it) that has dared to try and touch you has come to deeply regret it.

You can defend yourself well enough, though, and don't often wander. However, if you do, as long as you don't stray too far, Alice will hear you and be there if you need help.

Today, you've been scrounging around for gears. Alice needs them for some repairs. You're in the middle of pulling one out of some busted machinery when your ears pick up the sound of squelching footsteps. The voice that accompanies them shortly after is one you recognize. It belongs to a Lost One you encountered not too long ago. He's a particularly aggressive fellow.

...You really don't want him to spot you again. With that in mind, you stuff the gear you just picked up into your bag and press yourself up against the wall beside the door.

The door opens.

You hold your breath as the Lost One walks in. The moment his back is completely facing you, you attempt to sneak around the door and leave.

The floor creaks. Loudly. You know he heard it.

"You!"

You duck down, narrowly avoiding a swing from a metal pipe, and start running.

You try to lose him, but you can't seem to.

You push yourself to create a bit more distance, then resort to shoving yourself into a vent. It works. He doesn't see you.

... But he still won't leave the room. You decide to crawl further in, searching for an exit rather than trying to wait for him to go away, and end up finding one that leads you into an unfamiliar part of the studio.

You curse under your breath and get a move on, knowing that you can't linger out in the open for long.

"I see you there..." That voice, unfortunately, is also familiar. It's a deep, growling, distorted sound that travels down your spine like ice.

You nearly slip on the ink that's starting to crawl across the floor as you break into the fastest run of your life. The studio all turns into one sepia-toned blur. All the while, the Ink Demon is continuing to barrel after you like a speeding train. You think he might still be talking, might be taunting you about your inevitable demise, but it's hard to tell over the pounding of your heart in your eardrums.

A sharp, awful, burning pain flares across your leg as the demon's claws tear it open. You cry out and stagger, falling straight through the door in front of you. You drag yourself into another vent, narrowly avoiding his grasp.

You trail blood through the ducts until you finally reach a place you recognize. You promptly drop your head onto your arms and breathe a shaky sigh of relief. Your body refuses to stop trembling. You feel faint.

The speaker up in the corner crackles to life you jump at the sound. "Where have you been?" comes your angel's voice. "I've been calling for you for ages."

You hardly even process what she said, just that it's her, which fills you with relief so immense that you immediately start crying. You try to tell her about the Ink Demon, but your words are borderline unintelligible through your tears.

"I can't understand a word leaving your lips, my dear. I'll come fetch you. Just stay put. Keep your pretty little head in that vent so nothing comes to tear it free from your shoulders."

You shuffle far enough back into the vent that no passing ink creature will notice you. You don't keep your eyes open long enough to hear her heels approach.

"Darling?"

You weakly jolt awake, your bleary eyes struggling to take in your surroundings.

"Shh..." A cold hand pets your hair. "You're back where you belong..."

You're in Alice's lair. Your head is in her lap. She's not used to mending. All of her dark surgeries are destructive, cutting, pulling open the machine's creatures to take what she wants before dumping them, but she's done her best to patch your leg up.

"You were down in his preferred stomping grounds, weren't you?"

"...I-I was being chased. I got lost..." you reply weakly, your vision beginning to blur again. "He almost had me..."

"I would have hunted him down myself," Alice says although she fears him like most in the studio do. "But you survived. And you're safe here." She strokes her thumb across your cheek. It turns your tears black. "Now tell me... what disgusting creature chased you into such dangerous territory? I can squeeze it into my schedule."

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Do you write for dbd ? And would you ever write for Vincent Sinclair,Brahms Heelshire, hannible from both movie and show,mark Hoffman or ghostface?

I write for Charlotte Deshayes and the DBD version of Amanda Young, alongside the Resi Evil characters that appear in the game (Jill, Wesker, Sheva, Becca, etc.)

I'm afraid I don't have enough interest in Hoffman, Ghostface, Vincent, or Brahms, or know enough about Hannibal outside of the original SOTL to write for them

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Apologies to whoever requested this. I deleted your ask by accident and don't remember your @ :'|

Nica Pierce, Tiffany Valentine, and Charles Lee Ray comforting their s/o after a nightmare/being comforted after a nightmare.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: Implied murder

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Nica Pierce

You try to keep quiet. You don't want to wake Nica.

You try to calm yourself down. You feel like you're overreacting.

You try to scrub the dream from your brain. You have little success.

Nica begins to stir beside you. "Hey... you alright?" she murmurs, her brows pressing together in concern.

You're quiet for a moment and in the end, simply shake your head no.

"Bad dream?" Nica gives your forearm a comforting squeeze.

"Yeah... Really bad."

Her other arm slowly reaches for you, giving you enough time to pull away if you want space. If you don't, you'll find yourself in her hold, your face nestled in the crook of her neck.

She rubs your back soothingly. "...Do you want to talk about it?"

"No..."

A kiss is pressed against your head. Nica simply continues to hold you.

She often doesn't remember her own dreams after she wakes up. And if she does, it's usually one of the shitty ones.

Her eyes are wet. It takes her a moment to process where she is and what's going on, that you're beside her.

Nica spends a solid minute silently debating whether she wants to wake you up and bother you.

Finally, she calls your name.

She very bluntly tells you what she just dreamt about the moment you're awake. That's all the talking she does before she's grabbing for you.

You wipe the tears from her face.

She rests her chin on your shoulder and takes in your scent.

Please run your fingers through her curls.

Please hold her really, really tightly.

Tiffany Valentine

It's the dead of night when you jolt upright in bed, breathing hard.

In her half-awake state, the first two thoughts that immediately enter Tiffany's head are "What's got you so upset?" and "Who's throat does she need to slit?"

It's only once her nail file is at the ready and the light is on that she realizes what's going on.

Tiffany returns the same energy she gets from others. If you'd comfort her, she's gonna comfort you.

"Oh, sweetface..." She frowns.

God, seeing you upset is making her upset too! This won't do.

Tiffany peppers your face in kisses.

Then, she practically squeezes the life out of you. She will not be letting go anytime soon. You are officially melded together.

When Tiff wakes up in tears, she immediately shakes you awake, frantically calling your name.

"Huh... What's wrong...?" You sit up and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, giving her your full attention.

Tiffany deeply appreciates an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on.

Rather incoherently, she describes the dream to you while waving her hands around animatedly.

You try your best to offer soothing words.

You're still mid-sentence when Tiff launches herself at you. She cries onto your top, her tears having slowed down now.

She just wants to be held.

And listen to your voice some more.

Maybe you could make her a nice snack too?

Charles "Chucky" Lee Ray

You'll need to reach over and physically shake this man awake since he sleeps like a rock.

"Chucky?" you question softly. "Chucky, can you wake up?" You shake him by his shoulder a bit.

"Huh...?" he utters groggily. His eyes are still closed.

"...I had a nightmare..."

Perhaps it isn't much of a surprise, but comforting others is not exactly one of his strong suits.

"None of that shit was real," he tells you. "Don't get so worked up."

In Chucky's eyes, you're dating the Lakeshore Strangler, so you've got no reason to be getting scared. Especially because of things that didn't actually happen. Go back to sleep. You're fine.

He rolls back over. A few minutes pass. You continue to sniffle.

With a sigh, Chucky turns to face you. He pulls you closer, cradling your head against his chest. "Stop your cryin'," he mutters gruffly. "I've gotcha."

Chucky himself hardly ever has nightmares. His dreams are usually rather mundane... Well, mundane for him, anyway. The sort of stuff he might find himself thinking actually happened after he wakes.

"Hey, what the hell happened to that asshole I left to drain out in the bathroom?"

"...You... didn't leave a body in the bathroom?"

"Oh."

That being said, you're a bit confused when you're woken up in the middle of the night by Chucky jolting awake beside you.

He slowly lets out a shuddery breath.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"Nothin'. I'm fine." It's a lie and you know it.

You cuddle up against Chucky in an attempt to comfort him. His immediate response is to try and get out of your grasp. "I said I'm fine!"

After a moment, though, he gives up, grumbling like he still doesn't want your touch (he does).

The tension slowly leaves his shoulders as you pet his hair.

He wraps his arms around you, gripping the fabric of your top until he dozes off again.

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Fem reader

Poly Alice/Jill/reader relationship HCs - (RE Apocalypse)

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Could I possibly request a Jill valentine x Alice x fem reader? Just some general relationship headcannons. This is my first time requesting something so I hope I did it right! 🐢❤️❤️❤️🐢

...Alice? As in, Alice from the live-action Resi flicks? I've never gotten a request asking for anything movie-specific before. This is kinda exciting haha

Poly relationship headcanons about Jill Valentine and Alice Abernathy.

(Fem reader).

Warnings: n/a

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You met Jill and Alice during their attempt to escape Raccoon City before it was blown off the map. Umbrella placed capture orders on your heads and you decided to stay in hiding together.

If this is a poly relationship where you're all dating each other, I imagine you and Jill got together first, then you and Alice, and then Jill and Alice.

When you cuddle with these two, you usually end up sandwiched between them.

If you're lying down, Jill likes to be pressed against your back and Alice likes to be against your front. Both of them generally prefer to be doing the holding.

Alice likes to keep an arm around your waist. Jill likes one draped across your shoulders.

Jill's primary love language is acts of service. Alice's is physical touch.

Both of these women are quite protective of you. They've lost a lot of people in a short period (Alice was reluctant to let anyone back in at all), and the last thing they want is to lose you too... Plus, they're quite selfless people in general. Of course they'd take a hit for their girlfriend!

If Alice can, she will steal your clothes. Your coats/coat-adjacent clothing items will be snagged most often.

Jill likes you sitting on her lap. Alice prefers to have her head on yours.

Due to the whole start of the global apocalypse, as well as being on the run from Umbrella, dates tend to be fairly simple.

Most of the time, it ends up being supply hunting and putting dinner together with whatever you three find.

Sometimes, you manage to find a nice zombie-free spot to enjoy the sunrise/sunset together.

Jill will frequently rest her head on your shoulder.

If you smoke, there'll be many times when you're sitting outside together and having a cigarette. Maybe sharing the same one when they become harder to find.

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RE 6 cast reacting to a surprise hug from the reader (theres mutual feelings but they aren't together)?

I need to replay Resi 6 again.

Jake Muller, Helena Harper, Ada Wong, Chris Redfield, Piers Nivans, and Leon Kennedy reacting to a surprise hug from the reader.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

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Jake Muller

Jake is not used to this stuff. Being close to people, getting attached, being affectionate, all that.

When you come out of nowhere and try to hug him, he pushes you off out of a mixture of surprise and reflex.

You're both just standing there. There's an uncomfortable moment of silence.

Jake's blue eyes dart away from you. He clears his throat, then gruffly mumbles something that might be sorry.

He slowly holds his arms out, offering to try the hug again. He does want one from you.

Helena Harper

A startled grunt escapes Helena's lips. Her body tenses for a beat.

"...What're you doing?" she asks.

"Hugging you," you answer. Okay. Helena knew that. She wasn't expecting such a plain answer, she was expecting... She didn't know what she was expecting.

Whatever. This is nice. With a small sigh, she returns the hug.

Her hold is loose at first and gradually grows stronger.

Ada Wong

The mutual feelings between you and Ada are obvious. More so on your end than hers. She tends to keep true affection dangling just out of reach.

Soft stuff like hugs? Not commonly received. Even more rarely given. Surprise is an understatement here.

Ada hums. There's soft amusement there.

When she reciprocates, her arms wrap around you almost lazily.

She'll let you hold on for a bit. After all, who knows when you'll get to see her next.

Chris Redfield

(I, uh... don't have GIFs of Chris post-Edonia on hand, but know that's the Chris we're talking about here).

Chris is at a point in his life where he won't admit he needs a hug, but he does. Desperately.

At first, his hands grasp your biceps, and it seems as though he might reject your hug.

But then, he slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer and squeezing you tightly.

He's never been one for long hugs, but he remains in your embrace for quite a while.

When he pulls away, you find that his gaze has softened, though only briefly.

Piers Nivans

When you practically throw yourself at Piers, it's like stepping on a beartrap. Except it's far more enjoyable!

His hazel eyes widen a fraction in surprise.

As soon as you make contact, his arms immediately close around you tightly. Congratulations, you are now trapped.

Not only does he hold you for a long time, but he also gives you a few good squeezes.

When you finally pull apart, Piers sends you a smile, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

Leon Kennedy

Things have been especially rocky and insane lately, so the hug is a pleasant little surprise.

The corners of Leon's lips lift momentarily. He huffs out a quiet ghost of a laugh.

After a second, his arms wrap firmly around your waist in return. His tiredness shows.

He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

Two seconds of silence pass. He makes some borderline cheesy remark about how you can't keep away from him.

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Hellooooo I saw your requests were open I was hoping I could get Lucas Baker (and any other resident evil characters you feel like) where their s/o (preferably gender netural) grabs their collar and kisses them??? (If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to delete this😅)

I'm feeling both Baker siblings right now.

Lucas Baker and Zoe Baker reacting to their s/o grabbing them by the collar and kissing them.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

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Lucas Baker

"Lu, what the hell? Now you're just cheating!"

Lucas only cackles. The old couch you're both sitting on creaks loudly as he shifts to the far end to avoid your outstretched hand, which is trying desperately to grab the controller he snatched from you moments ago.

Playing video games is often a way you find yourself spending time with him, and right now, he's trying seriously hard not to lose. Not that that's anything out of the ordinary.

"It ain't cheatin'. It's advanced strategy, darlin'!" He proclaims. There's a huge grin on his face.

You're practically on top of Lucas and you still can't reach.

'Advanced strategy, huh?' you think. Time to implement some of your own, then.

You seize him by the front of his hoodie, pulling him up and kissing him, completely catching him off guard.

Lucas' eyes widen so much that they just about pop out of his skull. It takes him a moment to return the kiss.

The first thought to briefly pass through his mind is, 'What the—?' The follow-up is a drawn-out 'Yessssss...'

He presses back into you hard, quickly bringing the kiss toward the rougher side. His hands find the collar of your own top, curling his fists into it and tugging you ever closer.

...This means your controller is now sitting freely on the couch and you can snatch it back, which you do. You pull back and quickly reclaim your win.

"Hey! You lil—! That's cheatin'!"

Zoe Baker

It's the dead of night. You and Zoe are racing through the backyard of the Baker's main house.

The rain is pouring down.

Your shoes sink deep into the muddy ground, impeding your movement.

There are more Molded wandering around than usual, and you end up narrowly avoiding a swipe from a four-legged one that was hidden in the grass.

Still, this feels like the luckiest night either of you has had in forever.

You reach the safety of the trailer first, slamming the door shut and locking it once Zoe crosses the threshold as well. The space is filled with the sound of dripping and heavy breathing.

She sets down the final ingredients you both need to create the serum. To be able to leave this nightmare together.

"We finally did it, baby," she tells you breathlessly, turning back to face you.

There's a tiredness to the smile on her face. You know this is something she's been working toward since the beginning, and that there have been many, many failures.

You can't help yourself when you grab hold of Zoe's tank top and tug her closer, pressing your lips against hers.

She slowly melts into you, inadvertently leaning most of her body weight onto you as she lets the relief take her for a moment.

Her arms loosely wrap around your neck. One hand rests on the back of your head.

This is a new beginning.

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Can’t leave these two out. Alternate versions of Ethan and Zoe's sections of this post.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: violence, blood, mild gore.

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Zoe Baker 

You and Zoe are so, so close to finishing the cures, to getting out of the hellhole that the Baker farm has become. You, Zoe, and Mia. Once you find out wherever the hell Jack moved her to, that is. All that’s needed is one more ingredient: Dahlia’s arm, which Zoe has told you that her mother might be keeping in the old house. Honestly, if there’s one place on the property that you were really not looking forward to visiting, it's the old house.

But here you are, sneaking across creaky floorboards, biting back a scream whenever one of Marguerite’s big ass bugs flies straight at your face, and smelling rot. Rot and something similar to what a stink bug releases when you crush it. It’s giving you a headache. 

Zoe places a hand on your shoulder and nods to the right. “This’ll be the way we want to go,” she whispers. You both seem to be alone aside from the insects, but it’s still best to keep quiet.

This isn’t the first time that your girlfriend’s accompanied you outside of the trailer, but it’s the first time in a while. Most often, it’s simply better to sneak around than fight, and it’s much easier to do that without company. 

There’s no telling how long it will be before Marguerite realizes that you took her lantern.

Zoe pulls the crow key out of the back pocket of her jeans. 

Both of you share a look.

You ready yourself to use your knife. If need be, that is. Although you’d much prefer your flamethrower or gun, you’re a bit short on burner fuel and ammo at the moment.

Zoe slips the key into the lock.

She slowly begins to push the door open...

...then stops when something on the other side prevents her from continuing. 

A bright eye appears between the door and its frame. “You thievin’ lil' shits!”

Marguerite snatches her lantern back and shoves Zoe. She staggers but manages to catch herself before she can tumble down the steps, aided by you reaching out your hand to help her.

You slam your blade into the gap, puncturing Marguerite's eyeball. She falls back, the door swinging open once she's out of the way. She starts writhing like an overturned beetle. You take the opportunity to grab the lantern and knife once more, turning back to Zoe with an expression that says one thing: Run.

Together, you both start moving as fast as your feet can carry you. You can't afford to mess this up. You can't.

There's an immediate right, then you're practically leaping up a short set of stairs.

Another right, a left, and you're at the scale that requires Marguerite's lantern. Another lantern already dangles from one end, moths flittering around it. You practically slam the stolen one onto the free hook.

The scale balances out. The locking mechanism on the door opens with a loud clunk!

"You have done nothin' but corrupt my daughter further..." She's back up. Her voice seems off. Distorted. A sharp chill trickles down your spine like ice water.

She's muffled but still seems far too close for comfort. Where the hell is she?

You and Zoe push into a musty child's play area. It's even darker than the rest of the house.

Without warning, the room's singular window shatters. Broken glass sprays across the room.

"Jesus!" Zoe yells in surprise.

An unnaturally long, spindly arm shoots through the frame, grabbing for you. "I'm gonna tear your fucking face off and eat your scrawny head!"

There's Marguerite.

Cold, dry fingers wrap around your ankle and, with a single sharp tug, topple you onto your back and start dragging. Your blade falls with a muted thud.

"Fuck!" you cry out. "Zoe, help me!"

The shock of it all is like a hard punch to the gut, knocking the wind straight out of Zoe and replacing it with fear.

She acts quickly, seizing you and getting her arms hooked under yours. Unfortunately, the carpeted floors don't offer much traction. She immediately begins to move with you. "Mama, no! Don't do this!"

Your free leg makes contact with the wall below the window. You do your best to press your foot against the wall, to grip the dusty carpet with all you have, to keep away from this monster that used to be your girlfriend's mother.

"This is for your own good, girl, y'hear me?!" Marguerite grabs a fistful of your shirt, yanking your upper half toward her face. A centipede protrudes from her mouth like a grotesque tongue, other insects spilling out from around it. You let out a panicked yelp as they begin to land on you.

Your hands shoot up, desperate to keep as much distance as possible.

Zoe continues to tug with all her might. "Let go!"

Since the start of this nightmare, she's seen a whole lot of death. She's worked with many of her family's victims to create this cure, only for them to meet a gruesome death.

She's seen her mother, father, and brother die, but because of Eveline's "gift", they always seem to get back up.

You, however, will not. And Zoe doesn't want to lose you. You mean too much to her. You're all she has in this hell. The two of you have spent nearly a year together in that trailer on the property, cuddled close on the small bed, sharing smokes across from each other at the booth, murmuring "I love you"s while those mold monsters wander outside. She refuses to lose you!

The centipede is close enough to brush your lips, which are twisted into a close-mouthed grimace.

Zoe's dark eyes dart all over, desperate for something to help get you out of her mother's grasp.

She spots your knife lying there. Releasing an arm, she reaches back and tries to get it. Her fingers graze the end of the handle, still not quite close enough to reach.

"I... I said..." She releases you completely. The gap between you and Marguerite closes by half, and your already wide eyes grow even wider in terror. You want nothing more than to scream, but you're afraid to open your mouth. The bugs have gone from landing on your shirt to your face, then start going down your shirt.

Zoe's fingers close around your weapon.

"Let go, goddamnit!" Her hand lands on your shoulder again.

Your knife slams into the top of Marguerite's skull. She lets out an awful shriek as her grip loosens on you.

Zoe yanks you free, shoving you back in the direction you both came in. You stumble a little before regaining your footing, continuing to move because her hands are on your back, forcing you to.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Your voice shakes as you brush the bugs off and shake them out of your clothes. Your skin refuses to stop crawling. "Wh-what about the cure?"

"We'll have to wait for a better opportunity, baby! You're my top priority right now!"

Zoe allows herself a shaky sigh only once you're back through the old house's gates, and traps you in a brief—yet tight—embrace back inside the trailer.

"That... That could've... gone better," you remark quietly.

"Yeah. It could've." But it also could've gone worse. Zoe is simply glad that you didn't meet the same fate so many others have. The relief she feels is immense. She gazes at you for a moment, fondness beginning to creep in before she looks away "...We'll have to gather more supplies. Better supplies. We'll get outta here together. I swear it."

Ethan Winters

“Ethan?” you call out. “E-than, I’m about to start making dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

No response.

"Ethan?"

You crack open the bedroom door.

Your boyfriend is sitting on the bed with his laptop, arms folded over his chest and his eyes closed.

Best not to disturb him. He already has enough trouble getting shut-eye as is. You close his laptop, set it aside, drape a blanket over him, and quietly close the door behind you as you leave.

Maybe you’ll try to make something new tonight. Ethan’s not a picky eater, and there are still a few things you haven’t made since you left the village... Hopefully, you can still remember those recipes. 

You step into the kitchen and after a bit more pondering, begin to pull out ingredients and supplies.

There's knocking at the front door. 

You pause.

Since you’ve started staying with Ethan, you’ve only heard knocking once. And it was after he accidentally locked himself out. 

The house is in a vaguely secluded location. There are no neighbors. No nothing. And he hasn't told you that someone would be stopping by.

“Who’s there?” you hesitantly approach the door.

...What if it’s someone like you? Someone without a destination to head to? Someone desperate to escape a bad situation? 

“My name is Maria.” The person sounds young and on the verge of tears. “I’m lost.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you place your fingers on the deadbolt.

Before you turn it, you think better of it. A bad feeling settles in your gut. 

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

“No!" Maria's voice raises sharply. You flinch. "You must let me inside! Please!”

“...Um... I will,” you say, heading for the stairs. “Just-just give me a moment.

The knocking turns into thunderous pounding. You freeze halfway up the steps, The intensity matches that of a Lycan attempting to force its way in. You fear the door might break.

No, wait.

The door is breaking.

It's audibly starting to splinter.

It's broken.

A figure you had hoped and prayed you would never see again is standing there, cloaked in black feathers with icy eyes staring you down from behind a gold mask.

This can't be happening. You thought you were safe!

As she crosses the threshold of the home, you finally snap out of it and practically launch yourself up the remaining steps.

What are you going to do?

What if she tries to hurt Ethan?

You throw open the bedroom door and promptly slam into him.

“Ethan,” you choke out, practically sobbing and breathing raggedly, “don’t go downstairs!”

He grasps your shoulders. “Whoa, hold on, why? What’s going on? What was all that noise?”

“I was a fool. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry! I should have known she would find me!”

“Who?” 

Almost as if on cue, Mother Miranda rounds the corner at the end of the hall and comes into view.

You visibly become more panicked. "She's going to kill me!"

Ethan still doesn't know what's going on or who the hell that is, but he does know that he isn't going to let anyone hurt you. He pulls out the pistol he got from under the bed and aims it at the intruder. "Stay back," he orders. "Stay back, or I'll shoot!"

Miranda doesn't stop, doesn't even pay his words any mind.

"Fine. Have it your way." Ethan pulls the trigger. A bullet hits Miranda in the shoulder. She jerks a bit but has no reaction otherwise.

Shit, Ethan thinks. This is like Louisiana all over again. He recalls the first time he shot Jack Baker, recalls how the man hardly even flinched. "That tickles, boy."

If Ethan could take that mold-ridden nutjob down not once but thrice, then he can handle this black-feathered figure. He tells you to get behind him and starts pumping her full of lead.

"Step aside." Miranda's voice is pure ice. It sends a sharp chill down your spine.

Ethan holds his ground, pulls back the hammer, and shoots her squarely in the face. She staggers this time. Properly staggers.

"Go. Get out of here. I'll hold her off."

"You can't—"

"Go!"

Gold talons seize Ethan by his throat, lifting him into the air with ease and slamming him into the wall beside the door. As he struggles, sputters, and gasps, he begins to turn red. "Go!" he just barely manages to get out.

"Leave him alone! Please! I'm the one you're here for, not him!"

There's an audible cracking sound. Miranda finally releases him. He falls to the floor, limp.

"No!" you all but wail. He's dead. He's dead, and it's all your fault!

She turns her attention toward you once more. Your brain screams at you to move, but you're completely frozen in place. She grabs you the same way she had grabbed Ethan, squeezing your neck.

No matter how hard you try, you can no longer draw in any air. Her hold is vice-like. Your panicked flailing and attempts to pry her off aren't accomplishing anything.

The edges of vision quickly begin to grow dark. You feel as though your head is going to explode.

You're going to die.

You're going to die!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

A load of blood and brain matter sprays out the side of Miranda's head. Her grip goes slack. Finally, you manage to get some fresh oxygen into your lungs. She collapses and you're dropped, landing in a pile on the floor.

"Are you okay?"

A pair of arms are wrapped around you, pulling you into a comfortable, safe hold. You return the hug, clinging as though the person will disappear if you let go.

"Ethan." You sob in relief. "I-I thought she killed you..."

"No. No, I'm fine." And you're safe now. Ethan is so, so glad. He can't imagine what he would do if he lost another partner, can't imagine what he would do if he lost you. You're the most important person in his life. "And she's dead now."

"No, you can't kill Mother Miranda," you insist. "The Black God has gifted her to be Its messenger, and she will always return to deliver Its word and... and divine punishment."

That...

Sounds concerning. And... and wild. But Ethan knows all too well that the dead don't always stay that way, so he can believe it.

If this Miranda gets back up, then he'll just have to take her down again. He'll do it as many times as he needs to.

He'll do whatever it takes if it means keeping you safe. That's a promise.

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Fellow Charlotte Deshayes enjoyer. Here to share my headcanons cause she is currently in every nook and cranny of my brain.

→ we all know this but she has a resting bitch face. Which is still the cutest thing ever omg

→ she has the cutest little lopsided smile and a dimple on her right cheek

→ her usual laugh is really deep, like a deep chuckle and her shoulders bounce with it. But when something really gets to her and she really laughs, she snorts. She doesn't know it can be considered weird, so she doesn't shy away when she does

→ she blushes easily. Like extremely easily. You look in her general direction and she's blushing at that

→ she doesn't cry much, but when she does, it's ugly and messy and loud. Lottie doesn't cry, she sobs. Poor bab

It seemed like a lot more in my head but augh she's so cute I need her. A gif I made of her a while back, a gift for you

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Now this is a real treat to find in my inbox. Thank you for sharing <333

Her resting bitch face is beyond adorable, and these are all canon, I don't care what anyone says

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Hey Raven! I saw that you've been busy, and I hope that you're doing well. I just wanted to say that you inspired me to write something myself. It's nothing special. It's not even original, it's a fanfic. A tragedy disguised as a music drama - a rockudrama if you will.

I am beyond nervous. I just hope it's good.

Never say that something you wrote isn't special simply because it's fanfic. You still spent time working on it and putting your energy and creativity into it.

But anyway. Good luck with your fic, Anon! :) Do feel free to come back and share more details if you want. I am interested to hear

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I haven't posted in ages, man :') Mandy definitely isn't a character that calls for a particularly fluffy fluff alphabet... But I want to try and get a feel for writing her, and this felt like a good way.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, and past trauma.

A = affection (how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

While perhaps not the most verbally affectionate, Amanda is rather physically affectionate.

She's a tactile person, and she fuckin' loves touching you. All over. All the time.

Amanda's affection is a little... aggressive at first, but after time, you'll see softer stuff mixed in there, too...

...The A segment gets expanded on throughout this, so I won't ramble too long right here.

B = body (what is their favorite part of their partner's body?)

Eyes. I'm not sure why I feel so strongly about that. I just do.

She'll sometimes stare into your eyes for so long that it verges on uncomfortable. Or perhaps unsettling.

Your neck is a close second, though. She loves marking it <3

C = cuddling (do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yeah. She does.

A lot actually.

She will hold you tight. Full-on gorilla grip, fingers tightly clenching the fabric of your clothes or kinda digging into your skin.

Her preferred position is pressed against your front, her head tucked under your chin.

However, she also enjoys pressing against your side with her legs and arms fully wrapped around you.

D = dates (what do they like to do when they go on dates with you?)

Typically, Mandy doesn't like to go out for dates. And if she does, she prefers to go to places that don't have a lot of people.

Little hole-in-the-wall restaurants, fast food joints sometime after midnight, sitting on the bumper blocks in parking lots after stopping at food trucks.

Hanging out on the couch, watching a movie, or playing video games.

E = emotions (how do they express emotion around their partner?)

Very blatantly. And intensely. Amanda isn't somebody who reacts to things passively. When she feels something, she feels it with every fiber of her being.

Joy is typically the only thing that tends to come across as subdued from her.

But everything else? Rarely. You probably won't have much trouble telling what she's feeling.

F = family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Growing up, Mandy didn't have one. She lived with her dad, but he was never family or anything close to it. And now, she almost feels like she isn't deserving of one. She is, though. Of course she is.

Having John as a father figure, and you there as a loving partner?

That's more than Amanda could've ever anticipated or asked for, in her eyes.

G = gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Although not a huge fan of receiving gifts herself, Amanda does enjoy giving you gifts every now and again.

She prefers to leave them out for you to find rather than giving them to you directly. Often, the item will be accompanied by a simple note on a torn scrap of paper that says "for you" or something similar.

It's also one of her preferred methods of apology following minor screw-ups.

H = hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

About as much as cuddling.

And similar to when she cuddles you, she will squeeze the life out of you. There's no escape. Occasionally, it even gets a bit hard to breathe.

Like, listen here. Amanda prefers you in her arms over anywhere else.

Her face will be buried in the crook of your neck... Or your chest, depending on how tall you are.

I = injury (how would they act if their partner got hurt?)

She freezes up when she first sees you hurt.

Following that, there is immediate panic and freak-out.

"What the hell happened?!"

There's a decent amount of cursing as she patches you up.

And after, if she finds out that you got hurt because of someone else, you best believe that Amanda is gonna be asking you tons of questions about them. She needs to know all the info you have so that she can track them down, abduct them, and rig up a special (impossible to win) trap just for them.

J = jealously (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Mandy does not like to share you haha. At all.

She will, but she won't be pleased about it.

She's not very good at hiding when she's jealous, either.

Amanda will say "I'm not jealous", but it will be obvious from her facial expression, the way she's standing, and her tone of voice that she is. Very, very obvious.

K = kisses (how do they like to kiss their partner?)

The majority of the time? Roughly.

Mandy is somebody who will be pinning you against the wall or nearby furniture.

She'll be biting your lip and sticking her tongue in your mouth before long.

Her hands will likely have a firm grip on your wrists, biceps, the sides of your face, or hair.

She doesn't typically make her kisses brief, either.

L = love (how do they show their partners they love them?)

If Amanda isn't being all touchy-feely, then she's showing her love for you through acts of service.

You say the word?

...Not necessary. She's actively in the process of doing something for you.

She'd give you her last cigarette.

Or kill a guy for you. Maybe more.

M = mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Chances are, you probably don't wake up before Amanda. She likes to sleep in until noon.

You wake up to her snoring quietly and holding onto you, unwilling to get up.

So... mornings are simply spent there. In bed.

If you want to get up before noon, you'll need to either pry yourself out of her grasp or wake her up and convince her to release you.

N = nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Nights are when Amanda is most busy with her apprentice work for Jigsaw. Planning, building, abducting, etc. You often don't get to spend long with her because of that.

She'll typically spend the time right before she needs to work hanging around you, though.

And if she's putting traps together, there's a good chance she'll let you hang around. As long as you don't touch anything without asking.

Oh, and hey, pass her that drill.

O = openness (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

Not for a while.

And telling you stuff from her past? That'll take even longer. Amanda will tell you only once she's ready, and it'll be painful for her. Like pulling teeth.

She might not be hard to read in terms of body language, but she isn't an open book when it comes to verbally sharing things. She's a closed book. That only select people are allowed to look into.

P = pet names (do they use pet names? If so, what do they use?)

She does, but just occasionally.

I can only picture her using "babe".

Half the time, it comes out after she's already said your name. Like "[Insert name here], babe, check this out."

Q = quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

Quite a lot. Mandy remembers the things you do and say pretty well.

Specifically when they relate to the things you do or don't like, though.

She knows the smaller stuff. Your favorite thing to order from the restaurants you go to together, your favorite movies, games, brands of drinks/food, and other stuff like that.

R = remember (what is their favorite moment in their time of knowing you?)

Regardless of wherever it was and whatever happened, her favorite memory is definitely the moment she first met you.

After all, if not for that happening, Amanda wouldn't know you at all. And that's not something she likes to think about.

She isn't even sure what she would be doing with herself if she didn't know you.

S = security (how protective are they? Would they like to be protected?)

As previously mentioned, Amanda will kill for you with little hesitation.

If you're important to her, then nobody gets to hurt you. If somebody does, her rage will be immediate.

She'll make sure that they'll hurt. And quite a lot.

T = time (how long would it take for them to get together with their partner?)

A while.

Regardless of whether you both have a level of chemistry early on, it'll be a while before there'll be a clear definition to your relationship with her.

With previous partners, that wasn't the case. But Amanda has been through a lot.

There will likely be a period where you're already acting like a straight-up couple, but she still only calls you a friend.

U = upset (how do they act when their partner is upset?)

If it's an outside cause? She might try to comfort you.

However, if you're looking for verbal comfort rather than physical, it's pretty 50/50 whether it'll be effective or it'll simply make it worse.

Mandy herself is the cause? Then she'll need a minute before she even acknowledges it. Perhaps a few extra to cool off depending on what happened.

V = Valentine's Day (do they celebrate it with you? How?)

She doesn't care about Valentine's Day. Or most holidays, for that matter. Throughout most of her life, she's never had people to celebrate anything with and make memorable experiences. So when those days come around, it's typically just another day for her.

Valentine's Day in particular is just a load of commercialized bullshit, in her opinion.

Like, whatever. Amanda doesn't need some holiday to do special shit with you. If you want flowers or candy, she could get those for you any time.

She can drop by a gas station right now and grab a few candy bars for you.

She can go outside and find flowers. She'll rip them right out of the ground for you. They'll probably be messed up when you receive them, though. Some of them might also be weeds... And she's just gone and tracked a lot of dirt inside.

W = warrior (how do they feel about their partner fighting? Would they fight beside them, etc.?)

While certainly not something Amanda's opposed to, this also isn't expected from you whatsoever.

So, if you jump in to help her if she gets in a fight or step in front of her protectively, she'll be utterly shocked.

For a solid couple of seconds, she can only stand there with a blank look on her face.

The people she's met willing to do that for her are few and far between. It really starts to set in how much she means to you.

It's also incredibly hot of you.

X = x-ray (how well are they able to read their partner?)

Mandy's halfway decent at reading you.

Like, I wouldn't say she can always pick up on the subtle stuff, but she will most of the time. You won't need to spell a whole lot out for her.

Y = yes (would they propose to their partner? How?)

Marriage is something Amanda is utterly, completely indifferent about.

Like, she could not give less of a shit if she never got married. It's whatever. However, if you really want to get married, then yeah, sure, she's down. Anything for you.

If she's the one to propose, she will pop the question in the most casual way imaginable.

You guys would probably be watching a movie or something, and she would turn to you and go, "Hey, wanna get married?" like she's asking you if you want her to grab anything from the kitchen for you.

She goes out and acquires the rings after that.

By that, I mean she goes out and steals them. Maybe off the cold, rigid fingers of a couple of victims from her unbeatable traps.

Z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Simply having you around to talk to her is often a big help to Amanda.

Alongside a bit of space until she indicates otherwise.

Keeping your hands empty and where she can see them, too.

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I 100% believe that, despite what she wants or what the Fandom believes of her, Alcina is not as culturally knowledgeable as she presents herself to be. Sure, she may have lived at least 100+ years, but that doesn't mean she knows all.

If you talked to her about a subject that's outside of her knowledge, she'd listen but not add much. Tchaikovsky wrote the Waltz of the Flowers about his favorite rose bush. Gravity warps things into a spherical shape provided they have enough mass - which is why some asteroids have been carved into the shapes of moons like with Saturn or Jupiter. Etcetera, Etcetera.

Ooh, I do believe that as well.

Alcina is just so good at acting like she knows everything that she's got everybody fooled haha

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I came looking for more RE8 stuff and found Charlotte content, wasn't looking for it but it's such a blessing, I'm in tears actually 💕💕💕

<33 Charlotte is so, so special and deserves all the love the world has to offer tbh

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If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs Cheering Up. If you get one back, even better! <3

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Happy New Year, Raven! Hope you're doing well.

Happy belated New Year, my friend! And to anybody who happens to read this <3

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Hey Raven, happy holidays! Hope you're having a good one. How you been? Hanging in there?

I'm a bit late responding to this, but thank you! Much appreciated :)

I apologize for the lack of activity on here. I'm alright, but I've been pretty busy :P

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Reblogging because now it's finally topical lol

Can you please write about the RE village ladies and how they react to their significant other’s love for the Christmas Season. I’m talking putting up trees, listening to music, and watching their favorite movies. Thanks and happy holidays!!!

It is... well past Christmas by the time I'm managing to finish this. But now that I've gotten past my writer's block, here it is! Hope you enjoy despite the fact that it is now March :')

Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu, Elena Lupu, Mia Winters, and Mother Miranda reacting to their s/o's immense love for the Christmas season.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is someone who often finds the excitement of others very contagious.

That being said, your excitement, combined with her preexisting love for Christmas (the only thing that makes winter tolerable, in her opinion), makes her dial things up to eleven.

You wanna put on holiday music? Dani loves the music. Loves listening to it with you, loves singing along to it... and trying to get you and anyone within close proximity to join in.

You wanna decorate? Castle Dimitrescu will look like someone set off a festive bomb inside of it (Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs when she first sees it).

And getting to snuggle up to you while watching movies? Dani is all over that.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is more than happy to do all these things with you! She loves an excuse to spend time with you.

However, she might need some time to locate the decorations. She hasn't touched them in years. (You best let Angie put the tree topper on. You will be bitten otherwise).

All of this is a definite mood lifter for her.

Donna hasn't properly celebrated a holiday since all of her family died. If not for you, she would likely not bother with any of this. She can't even remember the last time the manor has felt quite this lively!

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela does not personally care all that much about this sort of stuff.

However, if it's important to you, then it's also very important to her.

She will go out of her way to meticulously schedule everything so that you can do it together.

And if anyone aside from her Mother dares to interrupt these festivities, then they will probably die <3

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra doesn't really get all of your hype, but she will gladly fuel it.

You want to decorate a tree? She will go outside in the dead of winter, cut it down, and drag it inside herself.

You want to watch Christmas movies? Let's break into the reservoir! Moreau's got a TV!

You want to listen to the music? Let's slap a record on the record player and crank it up! (Alcina is not pleased when she hears it all the way from her office).

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina primarily just uses Christmas as an excuse to host a party.

She usually has the castle staff put up a few decorations, but since you think half the fun is putting them up yourself, she has them leave a couple of rooms untouched so that she can indulge you.

Alright, fine, Alcina will make the time to watch some of these movies with you, even if she doesn't see the appeal.

Sure, she will talk to the Duke so that you have the ingredients to make hot chocolate.

Elena Lupu

Holiday celebrations have always been kept at a small scale in the Lupu household, so she is surprised at the intensity with which you go into the Christmas season.

However, she is more than happy to go along with all of this.

Elena has never even gotten to do some of these things before.

What's hot chocolate? Sounds good!

Christmas movies? She's heard of movies, but she's never gotten to see one before! Count her in.

Mia Winters

Mia is right there with you, dear reader! The Christmas season is her favorite time of year.

She's donning the festive sweaters well in advance of the holiday.

She's whipping out the hot chocolate, which she makes a damn good mug of.

There's a good chance Mia might even beat you to asking about decorations, which she goes positively ham with. (It's also an important couple activity for her).

The fact that you share the same level of passion for the holiday makes her very happy.

Mother Miranda

I feel like the only holidays Miranda even remotely cares about are the ones that celebrate her lol. She's kind of a grinch when it comes to Christmas. Sorry.

She doesn't even want to decorate, but she caves because of the look you gave her when she said no.

It's a very rare occurrence that Miranda comes to genuinely care for someone, but when she does, well... Let's put it this way, you have her under quite the spell.

It's the only reason she tolerates the, in her opinion, positively atrocious Christmas music you keep playing.

And why she even dared to put on the hideous festive sweater you brought home. ("It matches mine! And it's really warm. Do you like it?")