#wired differently

[thegamingcatmom]

YOU'RE BACK🥺

(you probably never left lol)

But I've been following your Maggot Mommy posts since Evil Dead Rise! I was hoping to throw an idea at you for our Drama Queen and Maggot Mommy. Specifically that one Creepy Cat manga, since Maggot Mommy doesn't sleep. But imagine poor Drama Queen waking up to a weight on her chest and it's just our favorite demon loafing on her whilst staring her down and maybe drooling. (Maybe Maggot Mommy saw a cat through one of the many windows doing it.)

Alsooooo, if you've seen the new Resident Evil Requiem trailer/demo, how we feelin about the new monster? 👀

໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ྀི১

YES HI

(you'd be absolutely correct in that. one doesn't simply leave tumblr. if anything, tumblr leaves you longing)

You have?? Oh wow, it's been like, two years or smt?? That's some dedication right there! I feel so honored. 🥺🫶

Right okay FULL STOP-

Before we get into Maggot Momma shenanigans (then again, that monster?? a screaming Grace running in fear?? [I mean, we might have to redefine "running" at this point 💀] basically playing hide n seek with Monster Mama?? I mean, that's Drama Queen & Momma right there 😭), we MUST talk about that trailer/demo.

Listen, when that massive hand creeps in from the side, followed by that massive body, followed by that massive mouth chomping down on that head-

...Seems like Capcom's bringing back Village in some shape or form, LMAO. Also the fact that Momma Ashcroft is voiced by none other than Big Mama herself?? I mean-

Capcom ain't even trying to hide it. 😭

Speaking of Momma Ashcroft-

...Are you shitting me?

CAPCOM WHAT IS THIS

I can barely handle one blonde living rent free in my head. 😭

I mean, Maggie's to blame as well, obv. Her voice just has that commanding edge to it, no matter if Mama big or smol, lol. Makes you feel like you're about to receive a stern, uh, talking to. Ye.

Just words.

...ANYWAY-

About that monster.

I can imagine Capcom going like "let's take everything that made Village great and slap an ugly af skin on. that way we'll get the best of both worlds but without the thirst overshadowing literally everything else."

...Sure Capcom, sure.

(Are you though?)

With that said, I see what you did there, twinny (may I call you that?).

And I approve. ✅️

I mean, Monster Mama's obv. a bit less chatty, opting for distorted screeching instead of using words to tease mock her prey, but ye-

I thought it kinda weird that it (she?) didn't immediately attack Grace. On the contrary. It almost sounded like it's...purring at her?? It's actually kinda cute when one leaves out the head chomping. (Then again, we all gotta eat, right?) 🤭

EDIT:

WAIT HOLD ON-

I just went and watched the FULL thing. Like, the one where Grace gets dragged and thrown like a rag doll?? (That backslam? I felt that. But also kudos to Capcom for making Grace so relatable, lol.) Which, again, it seems like the monster is holding back?? Like it's merely "punishing" Grace for trying to leave?? I am so weirdly fascinated confused. 😭

The sound design though? It sounds like a damn prehistoric creature. 🦖❤️

And it's SMART?? Like, it actually learns to AVOID things that can harm it?? (As seen when it refuses to be lured into the light a 2nd time.)

All in all, I feel like there's a lot more to this Monster Mama than meets the eye, and I'm so damn ready to find out. >:3

Speaking of:

Do we know who the monster is? I've seen some theories ranging from Alyssa herself to Lisa Trevor to someone we don't know yet. Some say it could be Rose, others say Mia would be dope. (I think it's neither, lol.)

(I think it might be Lisa, actually.)

(Guess we'll see.)

But also, that horse figure they put at the end of that endless corridor?? It's like that moment in Village where Lady D's dress just hangs there ominously, tricking you into thinking it's the real deal only to discover with a heavy heart that it's not. 😭

But ye, overall I'm damn excited for this one. Also because it's kinda giving RE7 vibes. <3

ANYWAY-

You came here (primarily) for Maggot Mommy, and Maggot Mommy ye shall receive.

(I feel like I should put up a warning or smt but then again, it's Maggot Mommy. That in itself should be warning enough.)

And, honestly? Compared to all the other crap our Drama Queen (aka Queenie) has to endure on a daily basis, I'd say that waking to a weight on her chest would be considered fairly, uh, domesticated? Defo better than waking up to getting dry humped into oblivion, that's for sure, lol.

(Is...is that progress I smell there? 👀)

(Oh nvm it's just rotting flesh, lol.)

...That is until our girl realizes who...what is sitting on her chest. And lemme tell ya, the utter disappointement followed by unadulterated terror when she realizes it's, in fact, not a sweet kitty napping on her. (She feels like crying rn.) No.

There's definitely nothing sweet about that...thing staring at her as though it wants to eat her. (She really feels like crying rn.)

And, it has to be said, it's a sight she's become tragically familiar with. Terror, she's become tragically familiar with. So really, this is nothing. Child's play.

...

And yet, nothing could have prepared her for the sight of It curled up on her chest, rotting visage mere inches from her own (usually, it's the other end), foul breath threatening to make her retch.

Huh.

So that's what woke her-

"Hello..."

...

Did it just-

"Sssssscratch..." It hisses in her face, stained teeth on full display as blood-stained lips stretch into a wide, sinister smile.

...

"Wha-"

"SCRATCH!"

"OKAY, ALRIGHT!" Queenie screeches, hands poised to do...something, before she realizes-

...She has no idea what's being asked of her.

"I... I don't-"

That's as far as Queenie gets before she's well and truly retching, body convulsing at the sickly sweet smell of death and decay as It moves that much closer. Close enough for her to realize that one hellish orb seems just a bit more...

Dead. Devoid of life. Never-changing.

Has it always been this way? Looking like It received a good whack! on that monstrous head?

The thought nearly makes her lose it, until she remembers the rather precarious situation at hand.

That is, stained teeth mere inches from her face. Clattering. Chittering. On the verge of ripping into her, no doubt. This time, she's certain.

Her eyes screw shut.

...

...

...

Only to rip open when, instead of agonizing pain, she's met with-

...What is It doing?

Well, she knows what it looks like, feels like. It's certainly not the first time she's being used and abused as a damn scratching post. And yet, something about It rubbing up against her hand, nosing at it like It's sniffing for a treat she might've hidden, makes her feel all sorts of-

Conflicted.

It's a cat thing, Queenie reasons.

It must be.

"Sssssssratccccch..."

...

Slowly, her fingers start moving - up and down, up and down.

Queenie watches, utterly repulsed yet strangely fascinated, how rotten skin moves with her before it lodges back into place, producing an almost obscene sound.

That wet squelching will haunt her dreams.

She's sure of it.

Not that Maggot Momma cares. Not in the slightest. Not when she's in heaven.

This is bliss, utter perfection.

She had her doubts at first, looking on from afar, watching that piece of meat rub itself against those parasites like a bitch in heat.

Pathetic. Slutty. Delicious.

For a cat, that thing's surprisingly stupid.

Then again, it's a cat.

...Or was.

She's better than that and more. So much more. A god compared to that vermin - come to deliver hellish judgement. They're all gonna rot in hell, she'll make damn sure of it-

...All but one.Never that one.Hersonlyhers.slaughteranyonewhotries-

NowandforevergonnaKILLthemALLexceptfor-

Mine.

And so Queenie watches on, regretting every life choice that has led up to this moment. Granted, it could be worse. It usually is. This is nothing in comparison. Child's play.

...And yet, as It continues to melt against her, the sound of chattering teeth occasionally interrupted by demonic grunting, Queenie can't help but come to the conclusion that her life has reached a new, squelching low.

.

.

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Yknow, I really thought I'd struggle with this one cause it's been some time since I dove into anything rotten. But, honestly? Writing hasn't been this smooth in, well-

Two years. What do you know, lol. Rip.

Also, since nobody asked:

This Is Halloween

izzy reign, Cody Jamison, Ryan Ridley, Christian Koo, RandAlive · This Is Halloween · Song · 2020

Hungry for Another One

JT Music, Andrea Storm Kaden · O.P. · Song · 2017

To this day, my go-tos when I gotta channel those inner monsters. ❤️

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[thepersonalwords]

We can never fall short when it comes to recruiting, hiring, maintaining and growing our workforce. It is the employees who make our organization’s success a reality.

Vern Dosch, Wired Differently

[malaisequotes]

“I guess we’re wired differently. If you’re so very clever, how come you can’t see? Babe, we’re wired differently.”

Wired Differently by The Wombats

[neurodivergentcoach]

This is something that can take my breath away, and it isn’t even always an actual rejection. Since the advent of social media this is also something that seems to be more noticeable when communicating digitally.

There’s so little research into this it’s hard to say why, my own theory is that we’re more likely to be criticised as we grow up and this causes us to become more sensitive to it. Triggering a permanent state of enhanced fight/flight trauma response. I do know that not everyone who is neurodivergent has it, but I do know my husband and I both have it.

Essentially when something happens which feels like you’re being rejected, either the way something is said, or not even being replied to, or even a response from someone which isn’t what was expected, and the brain feels rejected and the pain is real. There’s already been research that shows that emotional pain flares the same pain centres in the brain as physical pain. Logically this means that we are experiencing pain when our brain perceives rejection. Sigh!

What to do? I ask questions to make sure I’ve understood the situation. I ask myself what the story is I’m telling myself? What am I telling myself that may, or may not, be true?

If you’re feeling strong enough clarify with the other person what they meant. Have they actually rejected you, or is this your brain messing with you?

I also remind myself that regardless of whether I’ve been rejected or not, the pain is real and I allow myself time to heal. I also found being able to name “rejection sensitivity” means I can sometimes talk myself out of a meltdown or shutdown. Worst case scenario, walk away until the feelings settle and you can think clearer.

How do you cope with yours?

VD: grey head with a lighting symbol in the brain on a pale yellow background. Words read “Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, Intense reaction to real or perceived rejection”

[jsuhosh94127]

ENTRY 5: 10:59

From the past few days, my brain can't connect to reality. It has fallen out of it's function and all it can remember is the pain that even the smallest inflicted hurt of a long lost memory seem to echoed on the four walls of my heart. It's exhausting. It's numbing, but there is no new thing here. It resonates on my daily walk of life that if I ever feel good, I started to question if I am ever still alive. My brain and pain have become one as I grow old, I started to feel nothing new with courage but to be an everlasting visitor and stranger of joy.

Art by Zdzisław Beksiński ; The Thinker Skeleton

[dip-you-in-honey]

i spend my life in transit though you're stationary i guess we're all wired differently

[breakmyheartwithlyrics]

The Wombats- Wired Differently