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donnabenevientosimpingzone · 3 months

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Professor Benevientos notes cuz I spent way too much time thinking about this AU

Donna

- sticks mostly with @shortstrawberry’s AU which originally inspired this

- Botanist and Toxicologist professor, teaches both undergrads and grads

- Still a doll maker that does it as a hobby, takes commissions at her own leisure online for extra cash

- In charge of the greenhouses, she designs the labs in there too

- She’s also conducting her own research in there for her PhD

- Is usually very on-top of students, she’ll reach out to students she notices not doing well in the class and do her best to assist in their success

- Surprisingly prefers teaching toxicology, but that’s mostly because she gets to work with Claudia for those lessons

- Workaholic, she’ll drown herself in grading papers or reading research papers and needs constant reminders to eat

- Most students are intimidated by her lol

Claudia

- Trauma surgeon and a licensed family doctor, she works these during weekends and holidays

- She teaches Anatomy and Physiology, as well as Biochemistry every other year

- Also an instructor in the organic chemistry labs if she can fit it in her schedule

- In charge of the cadaver labs

- Mostly teaches undergrads

- A pretty laid back professor, she definitely has the belief of “you’re paying for this, you’re choosing to be here, and you choose to do well or not”

- That doesn’t mean she’s an unfair professor. She is constantly reworking and reorganizing lessons and exams to make them as fair and educational as they can be

- Tells the best stories if class finishes early. She has the most students that remember her and bond with her out of the sisters

- Sews in her free time, loves making outfits when she can find the time

- Loves bothering the fuck out of her younger sister in staff rooms and meetings (Donna secretly loves it)

Bernadette

- Psychology and Neurology professor, works as a licensed therapist

- Helps with Donna in the greenhouses

- Mostly teaches grad students

- In charge of the Anatomy and Physiology labs

- Has a fair approach with students, she’ll reach out to those who are struggling but doesn’t pursue them

- Use to be on the board but has stepped down since then to make more time for her family

- She will take runs on campus between classes, sometimes Claudia joins her

- The heaviest tea drinker between the sisters, almost always seen with a bottle or flask

- Donna often weaves flowers into her hair and she’s not taking them out for the rest of the day, she’ll rather spread dirt and petals and insects around campus than throw out a flower her baby sis gave her

Angie

- human in this one! Claudia’s daughter

- She’s studying music at the campus, hoping to make it big like movie scores or video game soundtracks

- The building the classes she takes are close enough to the buildings her mom and aunties teach in so she often stops by to visit them

- Definitely privileged- she gets access to back offices and free stuff- especially when Donna is around

- Knows the guitar from her mom, got taught the piano by Bernadette, and both her and Donna learned the violin together. She’s self teaching herself the drums.

- Knows the loopholes around campus rules and abuses the shit out of them

- If there’s a new rule that’s added to campus, it’s because of her

- Doesn’t dorm, she lives with her family- it’s free food, rent, transport, and she doesn’t have to do chores most of the time- why wouldn’t she? (The real reason is that she loves them too much to leave but you won’t hear it from her)

- But she does have a group of friends who are all musicians and all dorm together so when she’s not home she’s with them

#resident evil village #resident evil #donna beneviento #bernadette beneviento #claudia beneviento #professor au #professor donna #angie the doll #angie beneviento #headcannons

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dizzycloudzzz · 20 days

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I was thinking about the Noceda siblings (nothing new here

and Hunter's hiperfixation on wolves

I wonder how he would react to children's stories portraying wolves as villains 😔

HE'S ANGY and he gathered all the books he could find about it into a pile and turned the living room into a courtroom

Hunter is for the wolves AWOOOOOOO, Luz is against the wolves (and in favor of the three little pigs, little red riding hood, seven little goats and otherssss), Vee is the jury (she doesn't care but wants to watch 🍿) and Camila is the judge

golden boy just think humans are villainizing these creatures just because of their eating habits and that wolves don't do it out of harm, Vee agrees

the good witch responds by saying that wolfs eat puppies, PUPPIES, and they're big liars... Vee also agrees

"BUT WOLVES ALSO HAVE THEIR CUBS TO FEED"

"yeah wolf cubs are very cute" Vee just said facts

"BUUUUT IN STORIES WOLVES ARE SELFISH AND EAT EVERYTHING ALONE"

"good argument, sis"

"AND THAT'S WHY YOU THINK IT'S FAIR TO CUT THEIR BELLIES???"

"TO TAKE LIVING THINGS OUT OF THERE? YES I DO. AND THE HEROES (ALMOST) ALWAYS SEW THEIR BELLY AFTER, OK????"

"YOU HAVE A VERY WEIRD CONCEPT OF WHAT A HERO IS-"

and best mama Camila to break up the fight that would start hits her gravel (just a wooden spoon) on the table a few times

"okaaaay, you two are... both right. but maybe it would be better if I came up with a different version of these stories..?"

Luz and Hunter looked at each other for a moment

"if... if it is compatible with reality, yes. I hope you are willing to hear constructive criticism"

"don't DARE be complaining during the story! I wanna listen!"

"I can share my popcorn..? 😥"

sorry that went too far aushwuxhauxusux

#toh #the owl house #luz noceda #hunter noceda #vee noceda #camila noceda #noceda siblings #they are everything #WOLVES AWOOOOOOOOOOO

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chucapybara · 9 months

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reference. [a donna beneviento x maiden short]

frustration abounds in the study of house beneviento. it is not uncommon to hear her groundskeeper and servant in such toil—donna found her to be quite the expressive woman, in truth, even if it is largely only to herself to whom she speaks, as her lady is occupied through many hours of the day tending to her dolls and sewing, mending clothing for clientele—but the nature of this particular instance brings to mind intrigue.

— (an unfinished drabble thing i wrote for a donna x maiden idea, but i never finished it, oops. i'll just drop it here anyway. more under the cut!)

though the walls are stone in the basement (barriers between herself in the workshop and you in the study), donna's hearing is impeccably attuned to all that lies within her home. with her link to her dolls, the lady beneviento often had a good sense of what was going on—though it did not quite provide the context behind your apparent ire.

"hey, what's all that ruckus about over there?" the shrill cry straight from angie's porcelain jaw echoes down the hallway. donna has half the mind to scold the doll, but finds difficulty in denying her own curious itch; and so, she allows angie to patter down to the study, listening to the clack of her animated steps.

your reply is soft, too much so for donna to catch wind of. you did not often raise your voice, and in truth, you rarely ever had any reason to do so; about as soft-spoken as she was, donna found your company pleasant. calming. you matched her energy, and even when you shared a space within a single room, there is a contentment in the silence that never quite brought discomfort.

donna takes a peek through angie's eyes, just for a moment, stilling her hands that cradled a new doll part.

there you sat, curled up on one of the chairs in the study. in your lap was your trusted journal: donna never came around to inquiring about it, wanting to preserve your sense of privacy, but now angie was clamoring up the chair's side and all but shoving herself into your lap.

you laugh at angie's insistence, and donna's heart skips. she feels your warmth through angie, even as the doll prattles on inquisitively about your work.

"sorry! i wasn't interrupting your beauty sleep, was i, miss angie?"

your voice is soft, warm: honey on the tongue, the slightest rasp twined in it. already, the mere sound of it is soothing to donna's craft-addled thoughts.

"i wouldn't be here if you didn't," angie grumbles, but she peers down at the page in your hands nonetheless. "the hell are ya workin' on?"

"a sketch," you respond simply. on the paper is the remnant of a face mildly familiar to donna, the pencil lines erased in multiples, leaving behind the echoes of your attempts at capturing the image of whoever this muse of yours was. "it just… doesn't feel right. i've been at it for an hour! no matter how i go about this, it doesn't work."

(what was that pang in her heart? why did donna's ribcage wrinkle in displeasure at the thought of you thinking of someone else, to be so vexed this way?)

"come ooon, drawing isn't that hard!" angie flaunts. donna catches the huff of protest you exhale, and she chuckles to herself. your interests and donna's overlapped: something the two of you discovered early on in your months of servitude under house beneviento. you wrote more than you sketched, so donna knew that if this page troubled you, it must have great importance to warrant such determination.

"i mean, have you tried it?" you raise an eyebrow at angie. "it can be tough, miss angie."

"that's don-don's job!"

"to make you look pretty in artworks?"

"you're getting it! but what's got your ass in such a pinch, anyway?"

you recline in the chair, stretching out your legs with a sigh. "it's…" swiveling about with quick glances, you check for something that donna can't determine. "i'm… sketching someone precious to me. i've made so many tries, but every time, i find myself unhappy with it. it's already erased before i can look at it for anything more than a minute."

that pinch again. donna clasps a hand over her heart, steadying her breath. who was this mystery person, and how—why did they captivate you so? and why did donna care so much?

when she refocuses, it is to a lapse in the conversation. you seem flustered, a light rose on your cheeks as angie crosses her arms. "if it's nagging at you so much, then just go ask her!"

"i-i can't just ask her! what if she's busy? i know it's terrifying to have to sit there and watch as someone pens a portrait of you."

"not for me it ain't! c'mooon, save yourself the trouble! it'll be easier to have the real thing right up in your face!"

her? who was her?

donna severs the link in the next moment, and when she comes to, the light weight of the doll limb in her grasp and the carving tool between her fingers becomes a grounding anchor. donna brushes a stray hair behind her ear, her brow furrowed.

she ought to ask you, if her curiosity burned this fiercely in her mind; but posing any inquiries would only let you know that she was eavesdropping through angie.

a chord of guilt strums in her chest, and donna breathes out its song in a burdened sigh.

donna is patient. your initiative matters greatly to your lady beneviento, even with your shared nature of quietude. if it truly plagues your soul, this picture you cannot quite capture with your pencil, then it is all she can do to hope that you might approach her about the matter for advice.

edit: i speedran the second part, here! enjoy!

#🌕 chuca writes #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x maiden #resident evil village #i might. write the next part to it. maybe #that's a big maybe #haha unless...#this is the first i'll post of donna in writing so don't expect much please adhdlgh

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alxndryngs · 1 year

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Because I enjoy reading what you write: How do RE8 women and the reader spend a rainy day?

Immediately grabbed my laptop to write this once I read it. And thank you! I aim to please :)

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Alcina:

Once you had managed to drag Alcina away from work, she'd stay in bed with you the whole day.

She was stubborn at first, saying how a rainy day was the perfect opportunity to catch up on some paperwork for the next wine shipment.

"Well," You huffed, wrapping the fluffy robe you had on tighter around yourself. "Fine then, very well, Alcina."

Her head shot up so fast some might think she broke her neck in the process. You hadn't called her just Alcina in a very long time. It was always 'Alcina, darling.' or 'Cina, love'. The last time was when she had accidentally ripped one of your favourite blouses during a very passionate make-out session. Which then definitely didn't happen for quite some time.

"You have eternity to do stupid and boring paperwork. Who knows how many other rainy days we can spend together, hm? But that's fine. I will lay in bed by myself and fucking freeze to death because you're not there to warm me and end up dying because I got the flu! Its fine!"

Smiling brightly at your girlfriend, whose jaw was slack on the table beneath her, you turned and slammed your door on the way out.

Once in bed, you tucked yourself into the blanket while laying on Alcinas side of the bed, your face buried into her pillow so you could smell her. She had been occupied with work so much recently, coming to bed late and almost missing dinner or lunch.

Rainy days were your favourite to spend with her, she knew that.

The feeling of the mattress dipping grabbed your attention. Turning your head, you found a guilty looking girlfriend sitting next to you. Wearing a frown pout on her face, she slipped under the blanket with you. Of course, after she had taken off her dress.

Without anything being said, she pulled you against her while she scooted down so you could comfortably rest your head on her chest. With a small smile on your face, you nuzzled into her and inhaled her scent. Your leg slides over her thigh, resting in between and your arm wrapping around her waist as best as you could manage.

Alcina held you close, her own arm wrapping around you as she grabbed the book you were reading the night before off your nightstand. The title read 'Carol', and even though it seemed familiar, she couldnt put her finger on where she had heard about it before.

Your eyes practically closed by themselves once Alcina began reading to you, her soft voice mixing with the rain sounds from outside and the noises of the fire crackling from the fireplace.

Her fingers gently scratched your scalp as they tangle in your hair, your head laying over her heart as you listened to it thump away, the slow and steady rhythm mixed with all the other calming noises you were hearing slowly pulled you into wonderland.

Alcina kept reading until she was sure you were asleep. She sat up afterwards, leaning back and pulling you into her lap properly. Her cheek rested against the side of your head, her knees pulling up to trap you comfortably between her thighs and chest.

"I love you so much." She whispers, running her fingers through your soft hair.

Donna:

Donna had been working in the garden when the rain began to pour down on her.

You were sitting by the window, sewing up one of the dolls dresses that Angie had torn apart, while also keeping an eye on her in case she needed anything. Donna was a strong woman, you knew that. But you also liked to let her know that there was someone willing to assist and protect her.

Just when you were trying to finish up fixing the part underneath the arm where it had separated, Donna's Italian curses caught your attention. Looking up and outside, you saw that in a matter of seconds it had began pouring cats and dogs. Poor Donna was trying to shield herself and protect herself from the rain with her hands while running back towards the back entrance of the house.

Once she had gotten inside, she was greeted by you, a few dolls and a bunch of towels. She had already begun shivering when you and her loyal little friends dried her off with the few towels you grabbed from the laundry room.

"Got you pretty bad, huh?" You said, sighing and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Leaning into your shoulder, she nodded tiredly and sighed with you. Whenever Donna would get tired, wherever you were, she would lean into your shoulder and abuse the fact that you were taller than her.

"Could one of you sweethearts be so nice and pour Donna a cup of tea from the pot I brew earlier? It'll warm her right up."

Even though you said one, three of them ran off to get what you asked of. With a small chuckle, you watched them push each other through the hallway to get to the kitchen.

Leading Donna to the living room, you threw a match into the fireplace before helping her undress and sitting her down before it. Laying the wet clothes over the heater, you grabbed one of your blankets from the couch and wrapped Donna up in it to make sure she wouldnt get even colder.

Sitting behind your lover, she leaned her head back to rest it on your shoulder before tucking her face away into her neck. Nuzzling into you had been a thing she started to love doing not too long ago. Pressing a soft kiss to her head, you pushed her wet hair over her shoulder and began to braid it. Since it was wet now, she would have some beautiful waves once it was dry.

After the dolls brought you the cup of tea you asked for, you and Donna remained by the fire and let the rainstorm pass by whilst she hummed a few of her favourite piano pieces.

Little did she know you had started to practice it for her birthday next month.

Bela:

It was late in the afternoon when you had begun dusting off shelves in the opera hall, almost missing the eldest daughter sitting at a table close to the stage because of how still she was sitting.

Humming a small song to yourself, you listened to the rain outside while working your way from the outer part to the inner part of the room.

There wasn't much to do for you on days like these. Most of your chores were outside, so whenever it rained, you did the very few chores you had inside of the castle before retiring to bed and reading a bit in one of the books from the library.

"Mother always complains about the maiden not cleaning the top shelf," You jumped, startled at the sudden voice from the other side of the room. Turning around, you face Bela and give her a small smile.

"Miss Bela. Yes, I know. I always clean the top once I have finished everything else. It is quite strength consuming to get to the top." You said, smiling while approaching her. There was a chess game set up before her.

"Are your sisters or mother joining you for a game?"

Glancing over every other second, you began dusting a few of the vases standing by her. Bela shook her head.

"No, Liliana was supposed to."

The smile on your face disappeared. Liliana was a maid who had been talking to Bela quite a lot, most of the staff suspected something going on between those two.

"She just.. didnt show?"

Whilst she shook her head you saw how tears began welling in her eyes. She had been stood up.

"Oh I'm sorry.." Setting down everything you were holding, you took a seat opposite her and offered a smile. "I will play with you."

Her eyebrows furrowed while she wiped her eyes. "Mother could punish you. You're not supposed to be doing this."

You shrugged. "So be it. You were stood up and I'd be a dick to leave you here, sitting all by yourself. Now, who's got to start?"

She smiled when you pushed up your sleeves and took a closer look at the board. You and Bela remained playing quite a few times over the next few hours and you told her all kinds of stories about yourself. Going from where you grew up to the adventures you went on before the castle.

Bela was fascinated, asking every possible question she could think of.

She seemed so interested in your life experiences that you decided you would write a journal full of your adventure stories and give it to her on Christmas, or her birthday. Whatever was closer. Plus, you had to ask for Lady Dimitrescu's approval.

Cassandra:

Cassandra had begged you for the longest time to let her show you her collection of weapons in the armoury. Today, you decided was the perfect day to.

She was over the moon happy when you let her know during breakfast that you would join her up in the armoury in the afternoon since you still had some chores to finish before you could take time for her.

She was patiently waiting for you, sitting on a chair and staring at the door as she waited for your arrival.

Once she did see you coming through the old wooden door, she smiled and buzzed over to you before dragging you further in and showing you all kinds of weapons she had.

Everything from sickles, swords, bows, spears and even grenades.

When she was showing you her favourite one, telling you the story behind it, you couldn't help but stare at it with fear, especially after she told you how high the chances of it exploding was.

Her mother heard when she said it and ended up kicking you both out of the armoury and began to clear out everything that could put a human in serious danger. Like the grenade.

Cassandra was upset for the rest of the day, but you ended up managing to cheer her up a little bit with showing her your collection of sketchbooks. Of both you and strangers you met throughout your life.

Daniela:

You were just bringing Daniela the cookies she had asked for when you found her laying in her bed, reading a book and holding a stuffed animal in her arms.

"Miss Daniela, your cookies?"

Looking up at you, she smiled brightly and put her book face down in her lap so she won't loose the page.

"Thank you!" She said, taking the plate from you and placing it onto her nightstand. "What are you doing? I cant imagine there being many chores today. Most of yours are outside."

You shrugged, she was right. Most of your chores were around the vineyard and the kitchen.

"Nothing in particular, really. Just helping wherever help is needed." You said with a smile and were already going to leave before she stopped you.

"Sit with me? My sisters and mother are busy and I could use some company.. you like cookies, right? And romance?"

The hopefulness in her voice convinced you. You turned to her with a smile. "I do, yes."

She squealed in excitement while getting up, swarming around the room and some of her flies escaping the bunch and happily buzzing about.

Daniela grabbed a second blanket and stuffed animal for you, shoved you onto the bed and began to tuck you in before getting back into bed herself. Stuffing the stuffed animal bat into your arms, she grabbed her own and snuggled up close against you.

"Okay, Tell me whenever you're done reading both pages and then we'll flip them over. Alright?" You couldn't help but smile back at the one she gave you. She looked truly happy to have your company and someone to do this with.

While reading together, Dani buzzed with excitement. It was louder at first, but once the reading was going on for a while her flies eventually settled down.

You also had to pick up the crumbs underneath her chest from whenever she bit in a cookie since you refused to clean the whole bed by yourself later, especially since you only changed the sheets yesterday.

Miranda:

Miranda had taken you out on a date for your anniversary.

The both of you went to the opera a few villages away and watched a very nice piece together. Of course, she bought balcony seats for just the two of you to make sure you both could sit and enjoy it in silence.

Miranda made sure to keep an eye on you, looking for any signs of uncomfort or something that told her you weren't enjoying this.

You met Miranda a few years back and ever since, devoted yourself to her lifestyle and gave up your own. She felt terrible most days, whenever something slipped her and she asked you if you could help her carry something down in the lab. She never had asked you to help with what she was doing, she never wanted you to see the horrid things that happened in the depths of her little cave.

But whenever she did ask you to help carry something or bring her something she forgot, you did. You ignored the smell, the glasses filled with.. whatever it was and the blood covered cell.

You loved Miranda, but when you first stepped foot into the lab, you freaked out. Miranda tried to calm you down, assure you that everything she does down here is completely safe and that you would never have to see anything that went down here.

After she learned to trust you completely, she told you why she did it and you understood.

The carriage only got you so far towards Mirandas home since she wouldnt allow it through the gates. Whilst you and her began to walk the rest home, it began pouring down on you both. Before you could even do anything and tell her you both needed to go and stand under a tree and wait it out, a few of her wings rose above your head and shielded you from the rain.

Craning your head back, you looked at the black mass of feathers above you before back at your wife with a big smile.

She kept looking ahead, but when she saw how happy her little gesture made you, she couldn't help but smile with you.

Once inside, she made sure to dry you off herself and get you a fresh change of clothes before tucking you away into bed. She insisted that you would stay in bed for at least an hour or two to warm up properly and reduce the risks of getting a cold.

She was quick to join you, sitting behind you in bed and trying your hair off with a towel before wrapping you up in her arms and wings and holding you close.

"I love you so much, frumosa." She whispered a sigh following close after. She wasnt big on showing affection recently but today she decided to jump over her shadow. "I am so happy to have you.. I dont deserve you. I am so grateful for every day I get to spend with you. You are the best."

You and Miranda spent the rest of the day in bed, instead of just an hour. She ran her fingers through your hair while telling you stories of her days back in the lab in the research facility, with her friends and what kind of work she had been doing.

She also talked about your future with her. Her words almost brought tears to your eyes. She wanted to move away with you one day and start over. Maybe even have another child.

Whilst she spent time running her fingers through your hair, you caressed her feathers.

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sevikasangel · 2 years

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ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ʟᴀᴅɪᴇꜱ x ᴀɢᴇʀᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ♡

𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: sfw headcanons ♡ fem!reader

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: pure fluff, no md/lg, sfw age regression, regressed reader, little space.

𝚊/𝚗: my first time writing for the re8 ladies! hope this is up to the standards. forgive any grammar mistakes, i am sleepless and i wrote this on my phone lol. also...i love donna. that's it.

𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐: donna beneviento, alcina dimitrescu, mother miranda.

donna beneviento 🐰✧*。

• donna found out you were an age regressor much before you gathered the guts to tell her. she could tell by your fondness towards baby stuff, your preferences for girly pastel dresses, and how your doe-eyed glances would brighten whenever she would gift you a new doll.

• when you did tell her, donna didn't have too much of a reaction. she only smiled and quietly nodded. surprisingly, that made you feel safe and comfortable.

• although your girlfriend is a quiet person by nature, angie will keep you company while donna is busy and she'll love to play with you. angie loves having tea parties with you and the other dolls, as much as you don't give the others too much attention because she will get jealous.

• donna will make you special bubble baths and wash your hair in the tub. then she'll brush it very gently and braid your strands, decorating your hair with pretty ribbons.

• she always has you on her eyesight when you are regressed. she is afraid of you getting hurt in any sorts. very protective caregiver.

• donna loves baking for you. she wouldn't let you do much in the kitchen, however, she will allow you to hand over the ingredients so you feel like her little helper.

• she always keeps your favorite blanket close (she sewed it herself with your favorite color), in case you ever need it. donna will tuck you in and give you the most endearing, heartwarming forehead kisses.

• donna loves holding you in her arms as she watches you sleep. sometimes she will stare at you for hours, wondering how did she get so lucky, until she finally falls asleep.

alcina dimitrescu 🐰✧*。

• the most protective and possessive mommy you could ask for. alcina thinks you are way too helpless and small to be left by yourself. she is always keeping an eye on her darling, and if she cannot, she will either have the girls or the maidens do so.

• depending on your little age, she will cradle you in her arms, letting you rest your head on her soft breasts as she feeds you warm milk on a baby bottle.

• alcina will carry you around in her arms like her little child anywhere she goes. she is scared of you getting hurt.

• loves your company and your small safe dearly. you always put a smile on her face and she just finds you so adorable that she cannot help but squish your cheeks and smother your face with loving kisses from time to time. cuteness overload.

• alcina might let you wear her hat if you ask sweetly enough.

• she scolds the girls when they're playing way too roughly with you for her liking. she doesn't want you to get hurt.

• "my sweetheart, what do you think you are doing, hm? no, no, no. come here. mommy will do it for you, you are way too little for that."

• she'll have you on her lap, pacifier in your mouth while she rambles about her day and disses heisenberg. you giggle as you feel like a teddy bear to your caregiver.

• will let you do her makeup and play with her hair. on the other hand, she'll do the same to you, treating you like her little doll.

• gives the best hugs. you feel very small and safe when you are both cuddling. alcina loves when you fall asleep on her chest.

mother miranda 🐰✧*。

• another protective caregiver on the list. miranda would be very concerned for your small self, always holding your hand and keeping you close when you went to the village together.

• she keeps pacifiers, stuffed animals, and blankets in her lab so you are entertained while she is busy. sometimes she'll set up little science experiments or even play-pretend spells you can do together when she has a break.

• miranda is very attentive to your needs and she'll certainly ensure they're being taken care of. reminds you to drink water and would prepare you meals and snacks.

• very strict with your rules and bedtime, but she's still a softie. not that she would ever admit that.

• she is constantly asking if you need anything. her voice when talking to you is always soft and gentle. it's very obvious how much she loves you, and how she holds a soft spot for you in her heart.

• she gives you baths and dresses you in clean pajamas and socks before bed.

• miranda will read you bedtime stories while you are both cuddling.

#re8 #re8 lords #re8 x reader #wlw #lesbian #resident evil #resident evil women #resident evil x reader #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #agere reader #donna beneviento #mother miranda #lady dimitrescu

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Hello, Can i request rottmnt platonic hc of mom reader (she's co-parenting with splinter and they're relationship is platonic) and enjoys spending time with her teenager turtle kids?

Like she likes to talk about science stuff with Donnie, she praises leo and boost his confident, she sewing for raph teddy bears and cook with mikey.

But i guess her only down part is whenever she gets kidnap by anybody she immediately pull out her album and show her kids's pictures to other villains, mostly big mama, that's why the kids try to save her faster before their secrets are exposed 😂😂

Mom!Reader

RotTMNT + fem!reader

Warnings: platonic fluff, movie stuff mentioned, vague mentions of nightmares and injuries

A/N: Could you imagine if they had a mom? Donnie and Mikey are 100% a mama's boys and you can't tell me different. Each parent gets a twin (me and my twin are much the same)

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Donnie

Nicknames: DeeDee, Donato (the real name of the artist), Galileo, Aristotle, Archimedes, and much more.

You once called him Grimace when he was upset and he never forgave you

You are the only one allowed to hang out around Donnie's lab

You are the only one who listened to his info dumps

If the others actually listened, they might find it interesting

You might not understand all of what he's talking about, but seeing your son so passionate makes you so happy

You are the one he goes to when he has a nightmare

Donnie enjoys you singing him to sleep, its peaceful

It reminds him of when things weren't off the rails

He installed multiple trackers on you because last time you were kidnapped you showed Hypno pictures of the Turtle Tots

It made Hypno a little nicer, but there were some embarrassing memories

He once threatened to destroy your camera because of you showing the album to anyone near

Leo

Nicknames: Len, Lenny, Blue Belle, Cookie Monster, Ace, etc.

You are his biggest supporter

He goes to you when he needs help, when he's not feeling his best

When he was younger, he often bunked with you and Donnie

He just didn't like being away from his twin

He didn't come to you often when he was little

In fact, he doesn't go to you very often as a teen

Opting for Splinter

But you can't be everyone's favorite, you knew that Leo needs Splinter like Donnie needs you.

Leo isn't embarrassed by the pictures in the album, in fact he looks at it quite often

Mikey

Nicknames: Lino, Angi, Michi, Goldie, Firecracker, Giorgione, Caravaggio, etc.

Cooking with Mikey was always a blast

He was energetic, but serious

Music would be playing while you 2 worked

You could also be found painting with Mikey

Whether it was on the walls of the skate rink or if it was on canvases in his room

Mikey always comes to you for advice

Splinter and his brothers have a tendency to underestimate and protect him, but he knows you won't

You were the person he ran to about his hands after he saved Leo

He cried, but you showed him how strong he was

How even with shaky hands, art can still be made

Why would he be embarrassed by the album? He helped make it

Raph

Nicknames: Rafa, Alfie, Ray, R.J., Bubs, Cuddles, etc.

You and Raph grew apart as he got older, but you still make him sweaters and outfits for his bears

He loves you, he just feels like being 17, he needs to stop relying on you and Splints

When he was younger, he would watch you make him teddy bears

You'd let him name them, write their names down on a heart shaped piece of fabric and place it inside (like Build-A-Bear)

He still had those bears

Although he didn't sleep with them in fear of destroying them,

They sit nicely on the shelf across from his bed

So they watch over him

Absolutely goes nuts when you get kidnapped, knowing you're probably showing whoever it is baby photos of him

He was a cute kid, but not everyone needs to see that!

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ranchracoon · 19 days

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Ch. 8 Lord Beneviento

Am I breathing? Can I breathe? Is that my heartbeat? Why is it so fast? What is happening?

All you could do was stare with your mouth hung open as you looked up at her, she was more than you could imagine. She looked like a statue carved from the purest, pale marble with a jawline sharper than a knife's edge. Her hair was black that was brushed back into a half braid and the rest cascaded down her shoulders. The suit was the same shade as the inside of the cloak; the top had six golden buttons with a large flap collar and a black, tucked, kerchief underneath. She also had black leather boots and gloves. The outfit curved with her body and complimented her stunningly.

The light squeak of leather made your eyes glance down to her black gloves, she clenched her fist tightly enough that you could see the details of her knuckles and tendons. You casted a look to Salvatore who had the same expression you did; mouth open, eyes wide, breath non-existent. The lord took a step toward Salvatore, with each step forward he took one backward until he stumbled into the dirt. She unclenched her firsts and held her hands behind her back.

"Go home Salvatore." She ordered.

Her voice. It did something to you deep down, things tingled and heated up and you . It was deep, raspy with a hint of honey in the mix. Salvatore scrambled to his feet, brushed himself off and for once he did the smart thing as he ran off down the path. When the lord turned around you finally sucked in a breath, half her face was covered in a white mask, with the eye completely covered. The other was an ebony inkwell that could write a thousand words. It was a galaxy that sucked you in with its dazzling reflection of stars. The two of you stared at each other for an eternity, the wind blew strands of her hair loose and she didn't flinch.

The stoic expression on her face softened, had you not been locked onto her like a sniper, you wouldn't have noticed. Her eye darted between both of yours and her lips sucked into her teeth for a brief moment. She was thinking. Did she want to say something to you? She approached you in the doorway, her lips parted but before a word could be spoken a gasp followed by a thud and clatter startled you from your trance. Both of you looked toward the right hallway to see a passed out Angie on the floor with some biscuits that used to be on a tray, scattered on the floor. She got to her before you but you knelt at the same time, the lord held her hand over Angie's nose then watched her chest to see it rise and fall.

"Help me lift her." She ordered barely above a whisper.

She took the upper half, you took the lower as both of you lifted her up. Surprisingly, despite how she looked, Angie was lighter than a full bucket of water. You carried her up the stairs then took a right down the hall from your room, past the bathroom, to the door on the end. Carefully Angie was placed back down on the ground so you could open the door but it was locked of course. Expectantly you looked at the lord who looked back at you expressionless.

"Do you have a key?" You asked her.

She shook her head no so you decided to pat Angie down to find a key with no success.

"I guess we can take her to my room." You offered.

Angie was picked back up and carried to your room, she was placed on your bed and you internally groaned at the thought of having to sleep on the couch, but better you than her. With her settled on your bed, you held your hands in front of you and fiddled with them while the lord stood in your room awkwardly. You watched her look around, suddenly embarrassed by the stark nakedness of it until her sight zoned in on your failed project.

"Did...you not like...my gifts?" She asked softly.

"What? No." You answered quickly and far too loudly, she looked at you with a hint of surprise, "I mean..I don't know how to sew. I got frustrated."

There was a long silence, the two of you looking at each other once more, when she finally spoke, "I'll teach you."

"What?" You squeaked under your breath.

"I'll teach you how to sew." She repeated as she went to leave, "meet me in my workshop tomorrow after you take care of Angie."

She left you in your room without another word, you listened to her footsteps until you couldn't hear them anymore. What just happened? You thought to yourself as you fell into muscle memory of stripping out of your clothes and into your pjs then eyed Angie who was still passed out. You peaked over the banister to not see the lord anywhere then went downstairs to the sitting area where a couch was. It was small and very uncomfortable, you curled into a ball to fit on it with a scratchy blanket you found in a cabinet. The pillow was stiffer than cement, you huffed in annoyance and couldn't sleep at all, not only from being uncomfortable but from the wild thoughts running in your mind.

Morning finally came, it felt like forever and your eyes burned from the little sleep you got. When you stood, everything popped and your body was sore enough you groaned in pain. After you put the blanket away and got the couch set back up, you went upstairs to find your bed empty. Thank goodness. You got changed the fastest you could, brushed your teeth, then stood in front of Angie's door listening to see if she was inside. The door flung open and you leapt back as Angie startled, it took every muscle not snicker at her expression but the satisfaction that you scared her was enough.

"Oh. There you are." She cleared her throat.

"I came to check on you. How are you feeling?" You asked genuinely.

"I have a bloody headache."

"Well, you did faint and fall on the floor." You told her.

"Right. That was because I swear I saw someone I once knew in the doorway."

"That was Lord Beneviento." You gulped.

Angie cackled, "guess the drinks were strong for you too. I don't have time for your jokes."

You scowled, "I wasn't joking Angie. Who do you think helped me carry you to my room?"

She stared at you hard enough you could see the smoke coming out of her ears from the gears grinding together.

She scratched her head, " well I suppose that's....you said she?"

You nodded your head.

"I would have never guessed." She mumbled while she waddled past you.

"You really had no idea?" You asked as you followed her.

"No. The previous Lord Beneviento was a disreputable man and very secretive. He destroyed everything that mentioned Claudia or his child, as well as most of their family history. I only knew about Claudia and her child because of Mother Miranda; all births and deaths are recorded. She never said if it was a son or daughter but my...she's a spitting image of Claudia."

You followed her down to the kitchen, she talked to you while she made herself some coffee then motioned for you to help her make breakfast. You eyed the time on the clock but perhaps it would be best to offer breakfast for the lord before she taught you how to sew.

"So, word in the village is someone hit Lord Moreau. Pretty hard too from the black eye I saw."

You froze, "well, he probably deserved it."

"Never said he didn't. I just wanted to tell the person nice shot."

Angie sipped away at her coffee while you finished up the breakfast. After you served her a plate you hurriedly platted the breakfast onto a tray to take with you, Angie looked at you curiously.

"Just where are you off to in a rush?" She accused.

"Um..Lord Beneviento asked me to see them in the workshop."

"What?!"

Before she could interrogate you, you rushes off from the kitchen. While you walked, you couldn't stop thinking about everything. The same thoughts and questions that plagued your mind last night had returned in full throttle. Why did she wear a mask? Why did her father destroy everything? Why all the secrets? Why does she never come out?

You hoped you could get some answers but deep down you knew that if it took her this long to show herself, it might take equally as long to get anything out of her. The door to the workshop was skewed open, you pushed it further to step in and gasped softly at the inside. All the other workshops you had ever been in were dirty, cluttered, and smelled. This was the complete opposite other than the subtle mildew smell. The workbench in the center had a stool and sewing machine set on top, on the wall behind it was a desk that extended the wall and onto the next.

It was a deep, red color and everything on it was meticulously organized; from the tiny drawers labeled buttons by color, to threads set up by color. You rested the tray on an empty spot of the desk then continued to examine everything she had, you could never come close to this level of neatness. A sudden presence behind you made the hairs on your neck stand up, it wasn't a malicious feeling so you eased your shoulders before looking behind you. There she stood. You hadn't heard her come in, where did she come in from? When did she come in? She walked toward you and you noticed she made no sound, her footsteps were silent and once she was closer you noticed she wasn't wearing shoes. Only socks.

She was however wearing a long-sleeved, black, button up shirt that had the top few buttons undone. Her slacks were the same shade and held in place with a blood red leather belt. The silence of her steps explained how she moved around the manor without you noticing, aside from the soft brushing of her pant legs and your breathing, there was no sound. She leaned over the tray of breakfast with a deep inhale followed by an equally powerful exhale.

"Did you make breakfast?" She asked.

"I did." You answered.

Her face remained neutral but the muscles on the corner of her mouth twitched; maybe it was just a twitch but you'd like to think it was her suppressing a smile. She took the fork and picked at the food, nibbling on it like a bird before she looked at you as if she remembered someone else was there.

"Thank you for the food. It's always delicious when made by you."

The smile you wanted to make would have been huge, instead you restrained it into a smaller smile. It had been awhile since you received an actual compliment, and not some side comment that was less mean than normal from Angie. You continued to smile as you examined this lord who crafted so many secrets and mysteries around them, now that you saw her closer she was kind of cute. Attractive absolutely, but her mannerisms were child-like cute. This was not the confident lord you met last night, who told Salvatore to leave, this one was very timid and nervous.

"I'm always happy to serve you my lord." You gave a half nod with your head.

"I don't like that." She answered curtly, she set down the fork and started to fiddle with the button of her sleeve.

"Me serving you?" You questioned sadly.

"Being called....lord. I don't like it."

"Would you prefer my lady?"

"That's worse." She scoffed then scooted past you to a small table with a radio, "I'm not Alcina."

"What would you like me to call you then?" You requested.

There was a very long silence, you burned holes into her back while you waited for her answer. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, she stood upright and turned on the radio to some melancholy aria. She spun on her heels and was in front of you within a few long strides, the momentum causing a gentle breeze over your body.

Her eye darted between the two of yours, "you can call me Donna." She finally answered, with emphasis on the you.

You smiled brightly, attempting to contain your excitement, "Donna. That's a lovely name."

Donna turned around quickly and you could see her arms shift, most likely playing with her sleeve again. Her head looked around until it locked on the rack of fabrics.

"Let's...start sewing."

After you picked your favorite color and the type of material that felt the softest, you sat at the sewing machine on the center table. Donna showed you how to cut and measure patterns, she walked you through how to use the machine and what to do if the thread or material got stuck. Over an hour passed and you hadn't made much progress with the actual sewing. The speed of the machine made you uneasy, that you would accidentally going to sew your finger to the cloth. Two pale arms wrapped around your upper body, your entire body turned into a furnace at the contact.

Her hands were warm and smooth, she rested them over yours and pushed the cloth faster through. When she reached out, the sleeve of her shirt slid up to expose a bit of her forearm. It was scared up, with parts of flesh looking like it went through a meat grinder. You averted your eyes and instead focused on the contact of her hands over yours while the two of you sewed . Her breathing was even, and with each inhale her chest lightly pressed against your back, after a few motions you gained some confidence. Carefully you leaned into her, her body tensed and for a moment you thought she would back away, but she didn't, not right away at least.

It was the chime of the clock striking noon that broke your concentration. Donna moved away and the cold bit your once warm back. You turned on your stool to see her rubbing her finger nails nervously, again, how could someone who was so mysterious be so cute?

"I'm sorry. I've kept you from your duties. I'm sure Angie is peeved, um, you can come by anytime to finish."

"Will you be here?" You whispered.

Donna looked up at you then looked away, "sometimes." She looked toward the door and breathed deeply.

"Then, I'll come by whenever I can. I really enjoyed this, and I also enjoyed the gifts you left me." You added.

Donna looked further away, but not before you caught a dusting of pink of her face, "consider it a thank you for the plant, and for everything you're doing outside. I'm sure you've seen the greenhouse on the way to and from the village; it belonged to my previous gardener. I could...find the key if you'd like."

"I would love that." You beamed.

You thanked Donna once more before you took your leave, when the workshop door closed you squeaked under your breath and almost skipped back to the kitchen.

#resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #donna benevento x reader #donna beneviento #donna benviento x reader #x reader #alternate universe

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futuristicsaladparadise · 1 year

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Some pattern shops that aren’t owned by the Disney villain of doll sewing, and I’ve actually bought from them.

Good for beginners:

Appletotes, especially their basics like t-shirts and dresses. They also offer patterns for shoes and handbags as well as coats. Patterns include modern and 1970s styles.

Stella Sue for Dolls, modern girly dresses and outfits with some sleepwear

Easy to Intermediate:

Sofie Clareese Doll Fashion, mostly modern, with a couple of 1960s through 1980s patterns. Includes hats, outerwear, and Bitty Baby clothes

Noodle Clothing, primarily winter wear, a few summer dresses

Kotton Candy Patterns, dresses, one coat. It’s a fairly new shop

Farmcookies, mostly very girly/dressy dresses, they have a couple of Maryellen’s dress patterns (meet and unreleased school dress)

Dolls at Heart Patterns, mostly historical from Regency, WWII and 1970s periods, with some other eras including modern

My Angie Girl, girly dresses, pajamas, Halloween costumes

Read Creations, a wide variety of things from Viking dresses and Star Wars themed clothes to a KitchenAid mixer and English saddle. Tudor clothing, medieval knight armor, a life jacket, butter churn and more. She has some other free patterns on her blog.

Val Spier Sews, modern and early 20th century clothing

Bunny Bear Patterns, mostly 1930s and 1940s dresses

Lee and Pearl, ballet and skating outfits, career clothes. They have my favorite apron and medieval dress patterns.

Doll Tag Clothing, another shop with a wide variety of outfits, from medieval poulaines to animal costumes, cultural and career clothing

The Quirky Rabbit, Regency and Edwardian unmentionables

Confident Intermediate:

Carpatina, clothes from medieval period to present day, includes clothing from cultures other than European/American

Anne Van Doren Designs, historical clothing from Regency, Edwardian and WWII periods, including undies, shoes and bonnets. They have a glove pattern with defined fingers, for those who hate the mitten look.

Pemberley Threads, detailed historical clothes from the 1780s through 1840s, includes Regency boy’s clothing

Mother of Nine, Revolution, Regency and Belle Epoque dresses, character dresses from Sleeping Beauty, the Wizard of Oz and Frozen (shop is offline until January)

#sewing #doll clothes #shopping list

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heisenberg-simp257 · 2 years

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Hello! May i request some headcanons for the Four Lords with calm and caring introverted reader who adores going for walks, listening to music, reading and being lost in thoughts? Thanks a lot!

Sure thing!💖

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The Four Lords with a Calm and Caring Introverted S/O

Alcina Dimitrescu

-In truth, Alcina loves how calm and reserved you are. It gives her a break from her normal, tiresome life. After all, dealing with Heisenberg and three daughters puts some strain on her. And she can’t always rely on wine.

-Music is something you both enjoy together. Something nice and classical to sooth both of your nerves.

-Another things you guys enjoy together is going on walks through the courtyard. Alcina doesn’t really like to leave the castle unless she needs to, but if you insist on going out further, she will accompany you.

-She also adores how kind and considerate you are with her daughters. Sometimes Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra take advantage of that, but Alcina always puts them back in their place.

-You are also kind enough to allow her to rant. You will sit there and listen patiently as she goes on and on about her “siblings”. But in the end, you will always find a way to sooth her.

-In all honesty though, you sometimes will zone out. Don’t worry, she loves this about you. About how you seem so carefree.

-You really are her source of comfort when she’s had a rough day, and Alcina always feels bad if she senses that she’s overwhelmed your introverted state. All you need to do is give her a hug to make her feel better.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna is honestly very similar to you. She’s calm, considerate (of those she cares about), and prefers the comfort of just you really. Donna really needs a low profile, and she’s happy that you feel the same.

-Honestly, Donna gets overwhelmed a lot. So, with you understanding how she is feeling, you are able to sooth her. Plus, you’re introverted as well. Not as bad as her, but enough to understand her feelings.

-When she struggles like this, you will always take her on a walk through the gardens. You also enjoy walks, so it’s a win-win for both of you. Just make sure to hold her hand.

-Angie has picked on you once or twice, but soon gives up because you are such a nice person. Eventually, she learns to crave your attention as well, mostly because Donna makes her though.

-Because you tend to get lost in your thoughts, your hands will kind of do their own thing. Being with Donna, you’ve learned to sew and knit. So, as your mind wanders, you tend to make things for both her and her dolls.

-You guys really like to spend your time listening to some pretty music out on that porch of hers. Donna will prep some tea and you guys will just be listening to the calming music and the sound of the falls.

-As long as you’re cool with it, Donna goes for all the hugs possible. She really needs to be held. So, you usually have Donna attached to you whenever you go out for a walk or something.

Salvatore Moreau

-Poor guy doesn’t understand what he did to deserve this. Someone so calm and considerate. But Moreau doesn’t also really understand the concept of being an introvert. So forgive him if he gets in your space too much.

-He knows you enjoy the simpler things in life, such as walks, music, and so forth. However, Moreau hopes you will come to enjoy watching movies with him. In fact, that becomes his new mission. To find a movie you enjoy.

-But in reality, he will do anything to keep you happy. He doesn’t want you leaving him after all.

-It takes him a while, but he eventually comes to understand that you are a more introverted type of a person. At first, he thought you were just tolerating him. But in reality, you’re just a shyer person.

-Moreau tries to accommodate your likes, seeing as you enjoy walks and music. So, don’t be surprised if you find him cleaning things up or music being played around the reservoir.

-Poor guy is touch-starved beyond belief, but he tries to keep himself from overwhelming you due to you being an introvert, and he doesn’t know how you would feel about that. After all, he doesn’t want to lose you.

-Moreau struggles, but it’s really just him. You are a calm and kind person, even though you are introverted. You love to be with him and try your best to show him that. Turns out, he’s the only one who struggles to see that.

Karl Heisenberg

-We all know he would tease you about being so introverted, while secretly adoring it deep down. Truthfully, Heisenberg doesn’t think he deserves someone so caring. But you aren’t going anywhere.

-This guy gets absolutely stressed because of the hell he’s been through. So, you try to use some things you like to calm him down, such as a walk. He may voice how it’s stupid, but he really enjoys the walk.

-When it comes to that, Heisenberg makes sure to hold your hand because he doesn’t want you straying off. That, and it’s a good excuse to hold your hand.

-He knows he tends to lose his temper, but he tries his best to avoid it around you. This is because you are so calm and gentle with him, Heisenberg figures he can try and return the favor.

-You guys argue over music style. The two of you can never find a genre that both of you like. You can have it playing one kind, leave, and when you come back, the radio is playing a totally different station.

-Heisenberg likes to voice his thoughts out loud, but sometimes you don’t understand what he’s talking about. This is when you tend to drift in your thoughts, much to his amusement. Don’t worry, he teases you later.

-And yes, while he teases you a lot, Heisenberg will always protect you because you are just such a loveable person to him. You are what he needs in life, and he will defend that at all costs.

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