Daughter of the Mist - Figlia della Nebbia

THANKS TO GABRIELLE FOR THE AMAZING PROFILE PICTURE! Born in 1999. Currently not very normal, but existing. Embracing my true cringe self

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§ Headcanons §

Just to be clear: about Resident Evil, I'm still a pretty strong larper. I'm slowly playing the games, at my own pace. In the meantime, get some headcanons about Albert Wesker as a father.

Disclaimer: in this post I'm thinking about Wesker as the biological father. I'll write something as an adoptive father some other time!

I'm going to tag @shesmycollaarr, if any of you would like to be tagged in future works let me know!

Dad Albert Wesker

The child is very much wanted. Wesker loves the idea of shaping another human being and let them become the best version of themselves. So, when you show him a positive pregnancy test, he feels something that resembles happiness.

He launches himself in research on childcare. Books, papers, you name it, he reads them. He wants to do the best work possible as a father.

That said, he doesn't feel the spark. He knows that parents are supposed to love their children, but during pregnancy he just doesn't feel it. He cares, he is present during every ultrasound and visit, but he always feels distant. It doesn't help that you seem to love your child so much already.

The first time he holds the baby, he doesn't feel the spark either. He just sees a small creature crying and needing comfort. He feels disappointed in himself and just mirrors your behaviour to not worry you.

At home he's actually an anchor. With all his lab training he's always on top of chores: there are always sanitized baby bottles, clean clothes both for you and the baby, diapers are always in stock. He does this methodically, it's almost scary.

When the first vaccinations of the baby are due, you don't feel well. He offers to bring him alone to the doctor and let you rest, since you deserve it. There it happens: when baby starts crying after the shot, Wesker of course holds them, and the proximity to his heart is enough to calm baby down. And he realizes what love is. He understands that he'll be the rock for his baby, a shoulder on which they will always count, and he loves this feeling.

He prefers leaving you with school stuff. He's present, but doesn't really like teacher-parent conferences. But, he keeps a file with all the info he can gather on his child's teachers, and he knows you peeked into it.

When the child grows, Wesker tries to give them many different experiences. He just wants his child to know what the world has to offer and, although he has a strong preference for sciences, he tries not to nudge too much.

Bonus: the child actually prefers arts and humanities. Oh well.

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§ OC talk §

Now that my baby fever is back (it comes around every few weeks), it's time to properly drop everything I know about my children OCs.

Let's start with Vulcan, whom I introduced here. You can find a fanart down below made by lovely Anais (I love her she's so talented!!!). And, under the cut, some other info on this guy.

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As I mentioned, Vulcan is son of Kün Nuru (name of the Avatar in Fire Emblem Heroes) and God of Flame Múspell. Here is around 11, so pre-teen, with everything that entails.

He's too adventurous and he loves sneaking out to do dangerous stuff, just to prove he can and because he can't stand still. He doesn't really have a favourite between mom and dad: mom is stricter but comforting when he needs it, dad lets him do whatever he wants but tends to scold him when he gets (lightly) hurt or frustrated. Not that he doesn't care, he just isn't used to show affection and he strongly believes injuries are a fundamental part of building character. That said, if someone else ever tries to hurt Vulcan, that someone is dead. One thing is when Vulcan tries something and fails, that's on him, but someone else deliberately going in his way? That's unacceptable.

Fun fact: Múspell has a higher body temperature than Kün, and when Vulcan was a baby he really preferred to be held by dad. Sometimes predicaments occurred, because Vulcan would be hungry AND cold and would just endlessly cry because dad couldn't feed him but mom was too cold. Eventually, Múspell and Kün learned how to sit together to give Vulcan milk and warmth together. That meant many sleepless nights for both of them, but well. Kün just delegated tasks and slept during the day, and Múspell brought Vulcan around to let mom rest, since he needs less sleep (I don't know if he *needs* sleep at all. Working on that).

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Ngl I wish I was more comfortable writing and expressing myself in English

I understand almost everything and can speak but sometimes... I'm like "oh noooo what if this isn't the exact word or use of this phrase... And people think I'm weird..."

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"Suggested for you" heck yes Instagram that's the stuff

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Meet Vulcan!

Referring to this post.

Vulcan is the son of the God of Flame Múspell and the Summoner herself, called Kün Nuru in this version.

His birth wasn't really calculated: mom and dad loved each other and they would meet in mom's office (or room or whatever) to "discuss strategies". Dad acts first and thinks later, mom has never experienced something so intoxicating and... Well, that's how he came to be.

Nevertheless, Vulcan is very loved. He inherited some of his dad's powers: he can transform in his dragon form without a stone and is very proficient in fire magic, the fact that he doesn't get burned helps a lot. He is, however, weaker in terms of physical strenght, so he compensated by learning some combat tactics with other weapons. As for now, transforming in a dragon is forbidden, because he can't really control himself when that happens. He is working on it, though.

Like his dad, he is very impulsive, but doesn't get angry as quickly as him. He inherited his extroversion from his mom and will talk to anyone, given the possibility. He is also very stubborn, and it shows either when he's trying a new activity/hobby or when he tries to cheer his mom up after a long day. She better laugh and say she's feeling better, or else he would come up with more and more articulate jokes or put up the best present she could ever have.

That's it for now, I think. I'll write a fic on this family when I feel like it.

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I'm kinda back in my Fire Emblem Heroes era and I just created an OC because why not. Son of Múspell and the avatar. Name's, of course, Vulcan.

More later, perhaps. I just need to sketch him or something like that

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In my head lives this meme with Céline that goes like

"Excuse me! He asked for no pickles!"

And Alcryst behind her, shaking and crying because he doesn't want to be mean to pickles or the person who prepared his lunch but he can't eat them and Céline just HAD to step in to protect her fragile and picky boyfriend

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Oh yeah, you "wrote" a "book" with AI in two minutes so you have time to create other slop you try to sell to other people.

I made research, dreamt about my characters, studied them and the place they live in, I got to know them, I walked around and looked the smallest things that inspired me, I spent a lot of time researching that specific word to convey what I have in my head and I put a lot of thought and effort in it. I'm trying to describe a world known by me and no one else and loving every minute of it.

We are not the same.

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Help request!!!

Hello everyone!

I am currently writing a Deltarune fanfiction, featuring Spamton and an original character (link below). Something very self indulgent, I must say.

I have an... issue? I'm writing it in Italian, my native language, I'd love to translate it in English, I am quite fluent in it, but I have no idea about popular ads abroad. I gave Spamton his speech impediment based on popular Italian ads and of course translating them would lose a bit of the story.

I would love if someone could help me translate this fic. You will be of course cited in all of the chapters, tagged and, if you have an AO3 account, we can publish the story as co-creators. We can discuss other types of remuneration as well!

I have just two request and a warning. The fic is mature in content, so no minors please. You must be 18+. If you don't know Italian it's perfectly fine, I can provide as much context as you want to find the ads that suit best. The warning is that, well, the fic is mature in content. There are, though, no strong themes about violence, coercion, or things like that. It will be mostly vanilla, probably kink-ish, but nothing more.

You can find the first chapter of the fic (in Italian) here. You can also ask me for a first translation!

Please message me here on Tumblr if you wish to help me.

Thank you!!!

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Now a father

I finally wrote a small piece featuring Cicero! Everyone can read it. Hope you like it!

Another loud scream came from the room. Cicero didn’t stop his frantic pacing.

A lot of questions filled his mind. What if Terentia didn’t survive? What if the baby didn’t survive? What if... the baby was a girl?

He always dreamed to have a baby boy. He could teach him everything he knew and they would spend time together talking about philosophy. He could bring him to the forum and show him how important participating in public life was. The State was made by people, after all.

«I… I can’t take this! Make it STOP!»

He could only hear Terentia’s screams, and not what the midwife and the handmaids were saying. Was everything okay?

He went to the door, but rapidly changed his mind. He didn’t want to stress Terentia: she already had a lot on her mind. What could he do? Nothing, he said to himself.

He didn’t really want to watch the scene, either. He was excited for the birth of his first child, of course, but was worried too. He was worried that Terentia, the pious and devout Terentia, would yell profanities at him, just because he was there. He was worried that something could go wrong. And, gods, he didn’t want to see the blood. He had saw too much of it during the war, just some years prior. He didn’t want to smell it either.

Cicero shook his head, trying to stay in the present. He was not on the battlefield anymore, and the only battles he could fight were those fought with words. In them, he was a master.

He didn’t even realize the noise calmed down until he heard the door creak. He rapidly turned around and coughed to regain composure.

«Terentia is fine, and so is the child.» the handmaid said, lowering her head in sign of respect.

«It’s a girl.»

A girl.

Cicero felt something shatter inside him, but hoped the handmaid didn’t notice.

«Fine.» he said, his normally strong voice weirdly toneless, «Let me in.»

The handmaid stepped back.

Terentia was reclining on the bed. The handmaids had already taken away the bloody sheets, but the weird smell lingering in the air made Cicero shiver. Terentia was panting.

«Marcus, I swear it,» she spitted with the energy she had left, «if you just try to…»

Cicero wasn’t even listening to her anymore. He was completely enraptured by the child, moving her tiny hands in the air while crying. She was hungry, he could tell, hungry and ready to let the world know she was there. And, gods, in that very moment he swore he would give everything for her. His child.

«You can nurse her.» he told Terentia, and his voice sounded so sweet and caring. He could feel the tension in the room drop.

Terentia blinked at him, but obeyed. She brought the child to her breasts: the child latched and her desperate cry vanished.

Cicero sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking the baby’s head, covered by some locks of black hair. He was a father now. That word sounded so strange, yet so suitable. He had a little girl to take care of.

His sweet, sweet Tulliola.

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I'm about to write an historical novel about Cicero and no one can stop me (Might or might not post other smaller fics or whatever)

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I WANT to write but I don't have enough knowledge! Damn!

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I'm about to write an historical novel about Cicero and no one can stop me (Might or might not post other smaller fics or whatever)

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Surprised nobody has done this already

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A new writing project is coming! She is Celeste Tranquillo, 25 years old. She suffers from OCD and studies Archaeology in university. She has a long-lasting relationship with Alfredo, but...

More to come in the next days!

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Happy pride month to whatever those two had going on

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Could you beat Volo in hand to hand combat?

With his wimpy little noodle arms? Absolutely!

His height advantage would be too much for me unfortunately

I'll win because I'll kick his shin and he'll go down like a newborn giraffe

I'll show him the Arceus I caught and get him while he's distracted freaking out

I roll to romance him! (you lose but nice try)

I DRAG HIM BY THE HAIR AND THROW HIM OFF THE MOUNTAIN

I let him win, not because I couldn't have but because he really needed a win.

Voting ended onMay 1, 2024

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I had a dream that there was a Pokémon Legends Z-A trailer dropped. to my pure excitement, Volo was back..... and had wings. no explanation. he just did.

anyway, I drew him with said wings.