EMPATHETIC

gringa @empathetc

Is Emily afraid of actual vampires or just scary movies? 

&&  Sanguivoriphobia -- HEADCANON + ADD ON 

So, I’m sorry this took so long to get to. This ask is a reference to THIS HC POST HERE where I said  - Monsters/ Monster Movies / Specifically Vampires - This one goes a bit deeper, mostly related to Junkenstein which is canonically a story, but also Widow is commonly referred to as being inhuman. Monster-like. Cold, bloodthirsty, ha ha sexy, you know monster things.

Honestly this may seem like a really silly fear, but it’s actually one that’s pretty rooted in history-- however it was believed to be popularized in the 1930s due to the Dracula movies. Lemme explain for a second here, Sanguivoriphobic literally means ‘fear of blood eaters’ so more specifically vampires. However, what is interesting about that fear is it can be rooted in a lot of other fears such as... Teratophobia - General fear of monsters past the age of 10  Anthropophagososphobia - fear of cannibalism  Those are both fears Emily has as well, and when I say fear I do mean on a severe level. To the point it causes her extreme discomfort and anxiety whenever she’s subjected to said topics. Again this is a play on her being a FOIL for Amelie who is by every definition a monstrous cold-blooded man eater. So to answer the question -- both. She’s afraid of ACTUAL vampires (yes this is an irrational fear in most verses) and MONSTER/HORROR movies. 

Lemme add on a little extra thing here for fun. Why are humans afraid of blood/repulsed but animals seem to be drawn to it? Well, that all has to do with our instincts. Humans see blood as a sign of danger, the smell and the visual, but let’s focus on the smell. Where animals such as wolves or horse flies see it as the chance for their next meal. They actually did a test with synthetic blood using the E2D molecule -- predators loved it and tried to eat the fake stuff as if it was real but prey animals recoiled from it in fear. Predators have developed a distinct attraction to E2D where prey animals have learned to fear it. Okay, that doesn’t explain humans, they are the apex predator why do we have negative reactions to E2D? Welp, the simple answer is. Humans evolved from prey which is so fucking wild to think about considering if a new apex predator hypothetically showed up we could revert back to having prey like behavior! -- like if vampires were real and became the apex predator tbh 

hey stranger :smirk: May I just say that your portrayal is absolutely delectable? no but seriously god im obligated to come in here for these kinds of memes considering we write together so damn much. your emily is so good? as you know ive been in the overwatch rpc for over three years and ive seen a lot of emilys come and go and while they werent bad by any means they didnt do much with her and usually left the blogs pretty quick which is understandable considering shes a side character without too much to her. but by god u did it again... you took a character that has so little and made her into so much more and its so much fun hearing you talk about her and all the little details you've established and the reasons why youre including some things into your portrayal. you keep her consistent throughout all of your responses which ive always found hard to do with ocs and lets face it emily is essentially an oc FGJFFS WHICH IS A GOOD THING but anyway like i was saying i feel like its hard to stay consistent on characters like these when you dont have a strict guideline of what they would and wouldn't do but you do such a good job at keeping her in line. i have so much more i could say but im not going to fill your inbox with a bunch of asks since im already all over your blogs <3

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        Is it really a game if you never agreed to play? Perhaps a pointless question really, as this game wouldn’t end until one of them was dead -- 99.9999999% chance it was going to be HER. The former photographer had unfortunately caught the attention of one of the daughters of the house, and now was the monster’s personal bed warmer and favorite toy; or was pet a better word? Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything the woman was interested in being. Emily Fox was deemed unworthy of being a maid due to her scared nature and inability to be ‘tamed’ as they put it. Her death was pretty much scheduled until Daniela, the youngest of the three, decided she was bored enough for such a challenge. The ending would be the same she convinced her Mother, it would just take longer to get there! Begging, as if the human was no more than a puppy in the window and not of their ‘superior’ intelligence. Great, prolonged suffering with mental torment thrown in -- everything a girl could dream of.

         Their game began every morning and they played all day, Daniela occasionally disappearing for a few hours every day to attend to other things. Always making sure to lock her bedroom door behind her, didn’t want the ginger haired woman getting away like last time. It might take a week or more to find such a small woman in such a huge castle -- and not to mention the young mistress was terribly impatient and much too affectionate. With every day that passed, Emily gained more and more time to think and despite not being very strong she could be very crafty and clever. It wasn’t any unordinary day, this one, as she awoke in the same plush bed, being held by the same horrid woman as if she were some kind of comfort item.

          Daniela went on with her normal chatter as she got ready for the day, mostly about her sisters and Mother. The occasional interesting tidbit she had been reading about and prompted Emily to speak; which she didn’t. She hardly ever did, just stared at her with those same wide hazel eyes -- the same look the vampire had compared to a fox 100x over by this point. Then it must have been breakfast because there she went, the familiar sound of a lock was the cue for Emily to let out the breath she had been holding in. The terror never ended here, it never normalized, it never got any better. Despair was sure to set in as time never seemed to truly move here, had it been weeks? Days? Years? There was no way of knowing.

        Taking the letter opener she had swiped from Daniela’s vanity, the woman pried open the lock and tentatively stuck her head out to look around. Flinching at the first creak, she ducked back inside and took a shaking breath. She can do this, she had to do this. Gathering up her courage she took her first step into the hallway, only to be greeted by the loud booming voice of a woman who was much too large. “Daniela! Oh, where is that girl?” The Lady of the house looked upset which caused Emily to scramble back into the room; tucking the letter opener in between her boobs for later -- she would need it.

        “You there.”, she spoke and Emily prayed it wasn’t directed at her. She cowered and felt smaller than a child whenever this monster was around. It was degrading, horrifying and revolting all in one. Daniela may be a taste of terror, but The Lady of the House -- she was the entire rotten cake. No luck, those words were definitely directed at her, the pitiful woman shook her head unable to find the words; paralyzed in fear. It was rude to not speak when spoken to, but the words wouldn’t come out especially as the mother ducked into her daughter’s room. Their eyes did not meet as Emily couldn’t face her own reality. 

         So close to an escape and now she couldn’t even move, like a deer in the headlights this was surely her end before it ever truly began. She cursed herself as the disgust set in, even when it came to saving her own life she was too scared to take the window of opportunity. Run for the love of god, fight back, do anything but this! Closing her eyes she felt the tears come but was greeted by a hand touching her shoulder, the familiar feeling that she had come to hate. The shame burned as her face flushed -- Daniela had saved her, but the woman still couldn’t understand why the young mistress always felt so inclined. Forgive her for suspecting it wasn’t out of the goodness of her heart. Emily wanted to scream, to lash out, to beg them to just eat her already so this nightmare would end. --- but 

&& fox in name & title: RE8 VERSE TW; horror themes ahead: bugs, insects, cults, gore, cannibalism, mental torture, forms of abuse, dehumanization, human experimentation, character death and so on.  IMPORTANT PSA: PLEASE READ HERE. 

        After the untimely death of her girlfriend Lena Oxton, Emily needed to move away from the busy city of London. Her job as a photographer could lead her anywhere, she just needed some air and time away. A year max was her plan, but one wrong detour and she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. — an outsider they called her. This village was more like a bizarre cult, but before she could escape unscathed she was taken during one of the hunts for fresh blood. Emily had heard the rumors around but hadn’t believed them, despite her actual fear of vampires/blood eaters. It was such a childish fear wasn’t it? 

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        Rain pattered softly as the woman stepped, worn shoes finding familiar spots along the road, eyes remaining downcast as the day was pondered. What was there to pick apart ? Not much. It was nothing compared to the highs and lows she had grown so accustomed too over the years, but that’s something to be grateful for, no? She was doing her best, stationed in the town she had grown to call home, helping protect the people within as best she could. But one could only stop petty theft so many times before gaining a sense of monotony..          A drop races down pale features, following the line of a contemplative frown across the girl’s face. Slim limbs tuck closer to her core, the stormy chill begging to ebb deeper within, in more ways than one. Yeah, she’d chalk it up to the rotten weather and slow day for this slum she found herself in.. Even the brightest sunshine could have it’s shady spots, right? 

        Home - she should focus on home. Footsteps patter a touch faster, motivation to escape the raindrops quickly growing. There were other reasons, of course. She longed for the warm yellow awaiting her, the warmth of the house was always fast to tear down whatever pall could follow in. Not to mention who was awaiting her. Though now, come to think of it-

        Just as a horse to a gunshot, Lena sprang into a sprint, any exhaustion from the day leaving as soon as she hit the realization. Any drops that had hope of hitting her found a difficult target, the girl now racing through the darkened roads. Not even the occasional slip could slow her down, wide eyes remaining forward in a fixed daze. The desire to be back home became a need, one that she planned to fulfill as soon as possible. Already, teeth gritted against one another in frustration towards herself.         The mutters targeted towards the one speaking them carried through her run home, only ceasing once keys were fiddled with and the knob was finally twisted. They ceased, seeing and feeling the glow of indoors. But the attractive lull of a warm interior was ignored as she wasted no time in drying or getting cozy - there was something far more important at hand. Silently, she turns the corner, knowing what was to be expected, but wasn’t quite prepared for the stake of guilt jabbing right through her chest. Brows are quick to knit together as she scrambles for what could even be said.

        “ I.. I’m sorry. ” Already, she feels a lump catch halfway through the words. “ I really am, please know that. ” But that doesn’t excuse it. “ We.. we can still do somethin’, right? C’mon, what did you have planned ? I’ll do it, whatever it is! ” She pushes an over eager attitude, snagging the chair across from the girl, even leaning in with hopes of reigniting some excitement. Still, the guilt was flooding her every thought, even plaguing a carefully constructed smile.

       Normally dressing up wasn’t exactly Emily’s thing, she opted more for comfortable and cozy fashion. A humble kind of style that matched her personality, but every once in a while when Lena allowed her to plan something nice for the two of them she treated it like a special occasion. Gentle makeup that normally gave her a very natural look was traded in for heavier garnish that accentuated her features. Sweaters and leggings swapped with a dress that was cut debatably a bit too high up her thigh and exposed her freckled back with lace. — she looked good to say the least. Not to forget her hair that she had taken extra time to style and tie up, just more time wasted she supposed as the rain poured down like sand in an hourglass. 

       Lena was normally late around her, not anyone else, but it always seemed like for her. No, that was probably her irritation talking, she didn’t mind if Tracer was a little late. They’d still make her reservation. Emily had been saving up this particular favor for a few months now. The restaurant she had booked was normally pretty much invite only, but she had written an article about the owner’s daughter that made him so proud that he insisted on having her come as one of his VIP guests at least once. — it was a surprise she was keeping for a special occasion like this. 

        A nice exclusive dinner, and afterwards she had a small gift box tucked away in her purse. Inside that little box was a gift for Lena, two tickets to one of her favorite bands who happened to be playing tonight. They had been expensive, but when the redhead found out that the dates lined up. Well, there was no expense spared. Tonight was going to be the date they hadn’t had in god she couldn’t even remember when. They normally stayed in, ordered something to pick up; so they both could work. Emily on her articles and Lena on her various ‘save the world’ one good deed at a time projects. It was time for a break...oh how she needed a break. 

   they were pretty sure they had the right address, though it wouldn’t be surprising if they had misread a thing or two. one arm was holding a package, with the most gentle of care in it’s place- they knew lena, though they aren’t sure if they knew who this was. their posture straightens once she opens the door, perhaps anxious that maybe they had knocked on the wrong door.

   it wouldn’t hurt to double check.

 “s- sorry, does.. uh, lena live here? i was supposed to give her this but i wasn’t sure where to find her.” the box contained spare mechanical parts, to tune up that motorbike of hers. ally’s voice is with caution as well, but a bit more quieter than emily’s, nearly a whisper. “if not, i’ll just… go.”

As their voice carried, the young woman noticed the package in their arms. Oh, that made sense. It wasn’t uncommon for Lena to get packages from all sorts of people, guess that was a perk of being one of the world’s favorite heroes.

“Oh no, she does. I’m sorry you just missed her though, she popped out to the store to pick up some ingredients for dinner. Please do come in though, she shouldn’t be long.”, there was a pause as Emily looked up and thought about it for a second, “Although. She does have a tendency to get side tracked. Regardless come in. Come in.” 

    For all of Angela’s wit, she almost slips on Emily’s simple question. Oh, but she’s quick to recover, a lie rolling effortlessly off of her tongue,  ❝  No, nothing special, thank you. I prefer my tea plain.  ❞     Coming here feels like a crime.     Steel fingers splay outwards, spider-like, gripping her knee tight. A fleck of something—an oil stain from her last meal, most likely—sits atop her palm. The blemish is all Angela needs to be sent spiraling eight hours into the past. Tea is traded for a scalpel, the peritoneum parted in one clean, precise nick. She is good with her work, but that doesn’t exempt her from checking for intestinal adhesion. A fleck of something—blood from Lena’s laparotomy, most likely—sits atop her palm.      And now Angela is having tea with her girlfriend.     She understands why Tracer fell so hard; Lena may be an inextinguishable source of light, but Emily shines just as bright. And that’s why Angela’s brow furrows at the sight of careworn hazel eyes. Amélie once wore the same look, her voice catching on those identical phrases: but not too difficult, you know how it is. Yes, Angela is tempted to say, she knows exactly how it is. Gérard had known, too, and he had sought to make Angela an emotional middle man in his marriage. He was built solidly, hardly budging when Angela had stabbed an accusatory finger into his chest, tearing into him with a fury only the Widowmaker would match. Talk to your wife, she had hissed, ushering him out of her office. Amélie’s husband had needed her, and in Angela’s ignorance, she had refused his call for help. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again.      Joints click as she shifts in her seat, adjusting her posture from merely politely upright to ramrod straight.  ❝  I am afraid I have forgotten my train of thought.  ❞  Angela offers her host an apologetic smile. Mechanical fingers stretch the hem of her sleeve down to the second knuckle. She would rather forget about the stain on her prosthesis for now.  ❝  It would seem we both have encountered difficulties with remembering. There are things on my mind that weigh heavily, too.  ❞     ❝  Perhaps we could lighten the burden together.  ❞

      The steam coming off the tea swirled upwards and away from the considerably adorable mug that was adorned with foxes; an anniversary gift from Lena from a few years back. It nestled just so perfectly into her cold palms, as if it belonged there — admittedly things seemed simpler in the beginning. No challenge too grand that they couldn’t solve together. Emily took in the smell with a deep breath before reaching to receive one of the spoons she had placed on the table. Hazel eyes stayed on the liquid as she lazily stirred it before a familiar voice coaxed her out of her daze. — ah. 

          Yes, the doctor must always have a lot on her mind. It must be hard, having all that pressure and responsibility. The whole world watching you with bated breath, to succeed or to fail. The journalist constantly felt as if she were drowning and she was only taking care of one person. She genuinely didn’t even want to think about how many people Angela took care of in just one day. 

           “I can only imagine.”, her voice came out sadder than she had desired but it was too late to take it back now. Pulling the spoon away from her drink, she finally allowed herself to take a much needed drink. The heat warmed her throat and stomach, as she took this time to consider the doctor’s next set of words. 

         “Oh, that is a very generous offer. I’m flattered, truly.”, there was a pause as she fiddled with the mug in her hands, “but I simply can’t waste your time. I’m sure you’ve many more things to do, you seem like a busy woman. I appreciate you taking the time to come see me personally though.” 

                                                                  Another sip. 

           “You seem to be the only one. Normally when Lena finds herself in need of medical attention, most people don’t exactly seek me out.”, as she spoke she rubbed her thumbs along the smooth ceramic, “Which is understandable of course. I’m not the one in need of support.” Harsh words, but she spoke her own truth. She didn’t view herself as a person in need, a deadly mistake someone very similar to her had also made in the past. Vulnerability was opportunity , a harsh reality to match those harsh words. Perhaps it showed her young, optimistic age.