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trippin-over-my-fandoms · 1 year

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It’s my own personal belief/theory that the village does not celebrate Christmas or the typical American holidays and instead have their own built around the lords and Mother Miranda so here’s

Reader introducing the Lords to Christmas

* all are treated as romantic

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is the only one of the lords (canonically, as far as we know) that isn’t from the village and is most likely from America or somewhere else in Europe so she certainly knows about Christmas it’s not anything new to her. She’s probably even done a Christmas Jazz album from her singing days. But it’s been years since she celebrated it.

So when you bring up the idea of celebrating Christmas with your love, she is surprisingly into the idea. Granted it will be no different from the typical winter festival in the village and castle but what’s a few decorated firs and extra ribbon gonna hurt.

Alcina is a horrifically wonderful gift giver. She pays close attention to you whether you know it or not and always knows the perfect gift for any occasion. She gives big and sentimentally in ways that you yourself didn’t even know you liked something. Plus it’s expensive.

When you teach her daughters about Christmas they are all into the idea. Krampus and Dirty Santa/White Elephant being their favorite Christmas traditions. Plus hot cocoa. They’d kill for it. Just… don’t get your mug mixed with theirs… they add blood as an extra ingredient.

Alcina’s favorite thing is playing Christmas songs remembers on the piano for you with you humming or singing along. She’s still very much musical and loves sharing her hobby with you. A little holiday twist makes it even more special.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is a little apprehensive when you first mention Christmas to her. She doesn’t understand it entirely but she’s willing to learn. And once she figures it out? She becomes a huge Christmas freak.

She loves to create things and is very crafty besides doll work so Donna has her house decked to the nines in pretty garland, lights, cranberry and popcorn strings, paper chains, her dolls even have festive dresses. Angie is a huge fan of the glitter. She loves whenever she can get her hands on it and will sprinkle it throughout the house.

So I hope you like glitter.

Donna is eager for you to teach her everything about Christmas. She thinks it’s such a beautiful holiday and loves all the decorations. Doing up a tree is her favorite part. Especially to do with you. Handmade and special ornaments with your names on them.

Her second activity is baking different dishes with you. Sweet, savory, her favorite recipes, your favorites- everything! Christmas is her new favorite holiday.

Salvatore Moreau

Once again, Sal is a Christmas newbie. He’s apprehensive similar to Donna but rather because he’s so loyal to the village’s holidays that he was raised on rather than it being so unknown.

But! You’ve celebrated all his favorite things with him in the past so he decides to give this Christmas thing a shot.

He may not be into the decorations or the cooking but he loves all the fun songs that you teach to him. The silly ones about this Santa Claus man and the reindeer, especially the red nosed one.

His ultimate favorite is the porcelain light up Christmas village.

Sal starts to collect (and even try his hand at making his own) porcelain houses and people. He’ll ask for your thoughts on it and different ideas on what to do with it.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl does not give you a chance to tell him about Christmas. He asks you before you can bring it up. He’s so desperate to know about things outside of the village, he’s just barely picked up radio stations, read books, and seen a few movies before mentioning Christmas. Not to mention a few of the other big holidays as well. So Karl asks you about them all.

Christmas rolls around and he’s more or less all in. He’s not as ooohed and awed by the decorations or cooking (but he’s happy to step back and let you so that if you want and he’d certainly participate if you asked him to, he’d do anything for you).

However- he is wildly into light displays.

Especially if he can make them himself.

Yeah he’s big into lights on your home (or the factory), full Christmas Vacation Clark Griswold esc, so many lights your power supply is going to be straining…

But he likes the 2D (sometimes 3D) light displays that he can make himself and attach lights to make cool pictures and animations. With you as his creative muse of course. He doesn’t know as much about Christmas so he’s relying on you and your expertise to direct him. And it’s another way to spend time with you while he works.

Mother Miranda

While Mother Miranda is from the village, she’s existed long before the lords and was part of the time when the village still celebrated national holidays. She’s only somewhat familiar with modern traditions due to seeking out further technology and help in her experiments so she’s spent time outside the village.

She’s not exactly thrilled when you bring it up. She cares for you dearly but Christmas? It’s been so long, she barely partakes in the new celebrations the villagers made up for her and her lords, Christmas was Eva’s favorite….

You have your ways and convince her regardless, just at least to take a small break from working so tirelessly. Compromise is a huge thing in a relationship with Miranda, often meeting in the middle between something and nothing at all.

Miranda no longer cares for holiday specific tradition or decorations or food or games- a silently left (simple yet surprisingly heartfelt) gift being left behind on a table for you one morning is more her speed.

Her secret favorite Christmas activity is sharing stories with you that she grew up on- Christmas folk tales that floated around the village every year over a century ago. A history that she’s likely the last to remember. It’s very special to her to get to share it with you.

#resident evil #re8 #x reader #alcina dimitrecu #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #mother Miranda #Alcina dimitrescu x reader #karl Heisenberg x reader #Donna beneviento x reader #Salvatore Moreau x reader #Christmas #re8 imagine #Christmas imagine #headcanon

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the-dimitrescu-seamstress · 2 years

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Blood Red gown by Linda Friesen

Gorgeous color on this piece. Perfect for the Countess. I could absolutely see Alcina wearing this for a ball or even having her portrait painted.

Of course, I could also see changing the skirt, make it something a bit less full, but the neckline and sleeves, yes yes yes. Regarding the hair? Does anyone think I could convince the Countess into growing hers out or wearing extensions? Because a long drape of black would be gorgeous.

#fashion #alcina dimitrecu

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niceminipotato · 4 months

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@blue-falcon-41 I need you to know I’m still thinking about June bitting the lady. One of my favorite scenes lol. Peoples y’all should check out Always Faithful by BlueFalcon like legit legit. I think ima reread again hehehe.

Anyway… back to work 🫠

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrecu x OC but like in first person #lady dimitrescu x oc #resident evil village

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 2 years

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okay but like i'm browsing through new songs to listen to and i listened to conan gray's new song "yours" and the lyrics hit so hard so i was wondering if you can write a fic based off on that song if you're up for it?? thank u <333

𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Everyone makes falling in love seem as though it is the answer to the world's greatest problems, that it can overcome even the greatest of odds. And yet here you are with a love that burns you from the inside out, yet those honeyed eyes drag you further into their trap despite all else.

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader, with a very quick appearance from the daughters.

Warnings: Heavy angst! Unrequited feelings and canon-typical violence and death. Please tread carefully if you could be affected by these topics!

Author's Note: Finally I'm finishing this request. I'm so sorry for the anon who requested it, I swear I started it the day of, but life escaped me. But here it finally is! As someone who is a fan of Conan Gray, this was a pleasure to write. What's your favourite song from his new album? I would love to know~ Other than that, happy reading everyone!

There was an allure to things you knew you could never have. An inexplicable yearning for something that is so far out of reach, and yet your heart calls out for it all the same. It pulls you close and stretches you thin, a whisper of possibility just inches from your fingertips. And what more out of reach was a Countess? A Lord of a village who carried the ethereality and power of a divine being, who with a single step makes known her confidence and strength, yet still had the grace and fluidity of someone who was raised in nobility.

She was nothing like you, a mere mortal snatched away from their home as payment for the right to survive in the village, not live, survive. What a hefty price to pay in return for such a feeble thing, yet surviving was the first step to living, was it not? So your parents paid the price happily, clinging to the selfishness of protecting their own lives in return for their child’s. One child for a generation of protection from the horrors of their home, not accounting for famine and sickness that could kill them off otherwise; it was a small price indeed.

It hurt you to know your parents had given you up so easily, but it hurt you even more to know that this had always been your fate. The cost of being the eldest child in the Village of Shadows. Perhaps had you not been so sheltered would you have accepted your fate far earlier than the moment you were shoved into a carriage and off to the castle. Perhaps had you been a bit braver would you have crept away as their backs were turned the evening they told you that you were to be sent away, braving the monsters that roamed in the dark of night. But what was life if not without regrets? So on the eve of your 21st birthday you were hauled off with nothing more than the clothes on your back and a bitter taste lingering in your mouth.

You had heard the rumours of the Castle. It was impossible not to. The horrors and torment followed by trails of deep crimson blood, the cruelty of its Mistress and her daughters not unknown. The mere thought had you shivering in your seat that day. How many young women had you known that all one day disappeared one by one, never to be seen again? And here you were, next in line.

It was a beautiful castle, that you could admit as you first walked through the front doors. Ornate furnishings and richly coloured wood, it was something straight out of a fairytale. Well, if you could ignore the disconcerting stains splattered around the expensive carpets and the screams ringing deep in the depths of the household.

That admiration was short-lived however because not even a second later you had your first encounter with the Dimitrescu daughters. Manifesting out of nowhere your eyes widened in shock momentarily, but you knew better than to let it show. No fear, that was how you’ll survive. So you steeled your expression as they all examined the fresh batch of maids arriving at the castle, cackling as they probed and poked at each of them.

One of the daughters came up to you, the brunette one, and snickered before her sickle was pressed up to your neck. Your eyes widened for a moment before you could stop yourself and she snickered.

“Not so brave now, hm~?” she said with a smirk, eyes sparking with mischief. “Don’t think I know what your play is, little one.” She presses the sickle in more firmly and you can do nothing but hold your breath in fear that one would be your last.

Then, a firm voice rings out in the hall and it's like time stops.

“Enough, Cassandra,” the voice says, and the brunette pulls away. You gasp out a breath as you clutch your chest, eyes darting around like a cornered feral cat.

Then you hear the soft clack of heels on the tiled floor, and all at once nothing but white fills your vision. Large fingers grasp your chin and force your eyes up to meet ochre eyes, sugary gaze that was nothing more than a front for the darkness within.

But you were a fool, not blinking twice and taking her as she was because all at once she was your salvation. A beauty amongst beasts, yet she was the most terrifying one of them all. But you were a fool and didn’t see that at all, only a goddess who deemed you worthy enough of her presence.

Alcina Dimitrescu, Lady of the House and Lord to the Village you had all but left behind. You had caught her attention and life would never be the same.

It was never slow with Alcina Dimitrescu, even from the start she snatched you away in a flurry of saccharine words and well-timed affections because frankly, you were easy to play with. A child who acted as though they were okay, yet craved love and affection all the same deep down. Alcina Dimitrescu knew this, and you fell straight into her syrupy trap.

She took what she wanted without blinking twice, and you could only hope that you could feel the same satisfaction.

Blood, sex, anything she asked you would give, because that was what she expected. Anything less and you would be cast out, and as much as you loathe to admit it, you never wanted that. Because you found some sick satisfaction in pleasing her, you cared for her. Some fucked up form of love had manifested in you, but could you help it? When she acted just so, claiming you her favoured maid as you ignored the fact she brought in other maidens to her chambers all the same. Subtle affections that served enough for pets, not humans. But you ignored that, because even for a short while you held her attention and that was enough.

You gave and you gave as she greedily took it all, but still it was never enough. Because she would never be yours.

Oh, how your heart yearns for what it cannot have, what a cruel fate it was.

Your chest heaved as you greedily took in air, Alcina falling into place next to you on the bed.

“Sweet thing, you have pleased me much today,” she says as she pulls her robe back on and motions for you to do the same, so you did, always wanting to please her. Getting up from the bed you knelt to pick up the clothes haphazardly tossed on the floor and redress. It was always like this, sickly sweet words spoken as you fell back down from your high, and what a high that was. Then you were kicked out like an unloved puppy in the rain. If you had been smarter you would have realized she toyed with you as the chemicals in your brain made your head a blur. With each word she dragged you deeper into her trap, ensnaring you in inescapable vines.

If only, right? And yet you never did. No, you only smiled softly at her, heart beating wildly in your chest as false hope crept its way in. What could kill hope after all? Nothing in this world, or the universe for that matter. And so, as foolishly as a lone lamb in the dark words did you speak your next words.

“I love you, my lady,” you say softly, so soft that no one but her would hear because they had no right to. Hesitantly you meet her gaze and saw that they were widened in surprise before they returned back to her usual gaze like nothing had changed.

For a moment you thought your affections were returned as her lips crept up into a smile before it became too much. It was no soft smile, no, it was too wide to be anything but ominous, eyes gleaming wickedly.

“Awww, foolish thing,” she said with a cruel laugh. “As if someone as pathetic as you could be anything more than a pet I indulge in from time to time. You’re nothing. Replaceable. In fact, why don’t I show you how replaceable you are?”

Your eyes widened in fear as monstrous claws extended from her fingertips, dark as obsidian and wickedly sharp. Everything in your body told you to run, to scream, anything. But instead it was stuck frozen to your spot, as though the world had paused nothing but you.

Step by step she grew closer, dark grin only growing in size as her golden eyes you adored so much glinted devilishly.

“Oh~ Your fear is delightful, little one. Like a lamb eyeing the sharp blade at the slaughter.”

A dance with the devil, that’s what this was. The song was the rapid beat of your heart, the intermingled fear and love running through your veins. And what was a song without an end?

Fear was quickly replaced with sorrow as your eyes filled with tears, how cruel the string of your fate was, leading you to your demise by the one you loved most. You felt the moon looking down on you with pity, with the power to sway even the greatest of oceans she could not change this.

Perhaps in another life would this place be filled with warmth and tenderness, where the look in Alcina’s eyes was one of eternal love, where her heart beats only for you, where she could be yours. But all you knew was that it was not this one.

At least you would die by her hand, see her beautiful face, honeyed eyes, and crimson lips one last time before you succumbed to the void. A little bit of heaven before hell.

Grasping your chin roughly, she forces you to be surrounded by nothing but her. “What a lovely wine we’ll make out of you, darling,” she drawls sarcastically. “Ever so useful even at the very end.”

With a final step her hand swings down, but not before you could whisper your final words out to the universe, to her; “I love you.”

A/N: Hi, this was wild for me to write because I usually don't write angst lol. Although I am quite happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoyed reading! As always, I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are my lovelies~

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 2 years

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Ropes anon!

Here to wish you a happy pride month and safe travels to everyone! That being celebrated, how do you think the re8 ladies would celebrate pride?

I’ve never been to a pride parade myself or actively celebrated my bi pride but I planned to change that this year by getting a bi pride hat. I swing both ways like a bat in a T ball game

I also want to celebrate your blog and all the gay brain rot you feed us. your blog has helped me branch out and interact with the re8 and queer community more than any online community I’ve been in. I wanna say thank you Theo.

Happy Pride Month

💜💙💚💛🧡❤️

First of all - A very Happy Pride to you, dear! And kudos for choosing an amazing way to celebrate your bi pride, I love that 🤣 I've been to quite a few Prides in my day, and have thoroughly enjoyed them all! (My favorite being P-town Pride, as Cyndi Lauper was in the parade and sang True Colors live 🥰) I'm gonna do these as who they would be within your group of friends going to Pride 👀

Alcina: The stoic, super hot elder gay. The one that causes gay panic wherever she goes and keeps everyone in check.

Bela: The slightly more reserved gay.. possibly her first Pride. Doesn't truly realize just how hot she is and ends up spending the night getting to know the girl who's been checking her out all day.

Cass: The friend that acts like they could care less if she's there or not. Hot girl shit all day. Hooks up with at least three girls before the afternoon.

Dani: The friend that gets super messy drunk, makes out with everyone she can get her hands on and has to be carried to the car at the end of the day.

Donna: The super shy gay who hangs in the back and barely speaks to anyone. Goes into gay panic anytime someone tries to talk to her and hides behind Alcina for most of the day.

Sal: LOVES going to Pride. She's gone every year, dresses to the nines and even makes treats to share with people. She gets more numbers than anyone in the group, and goes home with one of the hottest girls/enbys there.

Miranda: Does not attend, and does not answer her phone when you need a ride home.

I hope you enjoyed these, dear! 💙💜💗

#depravity answered #anonymous #resident evil village #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrecu #donna beneviento #genderbent sal #mother miranda #resident evil pride day #heisenberg would probably go as an ally tho #lets be honest #happy pride 🌈#re8 asks

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tjthekpoplover · 2 years

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COULD I REQUEST ALCINA NSFW WHEN WHEN I AM FTM AND SHE IS MTF AND YK I ONLY HAVE TOP SURGERY AND WE PERHSPAS HAVE THE DIRTY? Idk how this works so I just ask here? Damn, horne

Yup! Sure can!

MTF Alcina Dimitrecu X FTM Reader NSFW

This is going to start NSFW straight off the back, well not really AND DISCLAIMER ALCINA KNOWS THAT THE READER IS FTM

I was one of the butlers at the Dimitrescu house. I was the most obedient one out of all of the others (since they all where killed or eaten)

I was just cleaning after the youngest daughter’s mess. Until another butler approached me. “The lady wants to see you.” He said. I sigh. “Okay” in responded with. So I assumed she was in her chambers so I went down.

“I see you finally arrived” Lady Dimitrescu said, while turned around with her nude figure. Nice tits and a big penis.I was stunned to say the least. “M-m-my lady!” I kept stuttering like something was wrong with me. She smirked at me. Then started giggling at me.

“Do you like what you see?” She said. I nodded furiously. “Use your words.” She said in a husk voice. “Y-y-yes I do.” I replied with, sounding like a wimp. I could feel myself getting wet. I heard her chuckling while she walks towards me and picks me up and pins me on the wall. “I’m going to have fun with you.” She said seductively.

All of a sudden I see her claws coming towards me. I looked at her in shock. Then she ripped all my clothes off and dropped to the floor. Leaving my body to react to the cold air. My pussy practically dripping. She smirks while putting her dick near my hole. “Your so soaked. I haven’t even touched you yet, Draga Mea.” She said with a very husky voice. I blushed at that.

She allied her cock with my hole and started thrusting it into me while holding me up on the wall. I am moaning really quietly. “Louder, I want to hear those pretty noises of yours.” So I did as she said. I moaned louder. She made grunting sounds.

She starting to go faster until she came in me. “Such a good man-thing.” She said while panting. And she removed her cock from inside of me. Leaving my pussy soaked and filled with her cum. Then settled me on the ground.

“You can go back to doing your job now Draga mea.” She said, while putting her clothes on. “My lady,” I said. “Yes?” She replied with. “I-I have no clothes.” I said. She chuckled in remembering what happened earlier on. “I’ll ask one of the maids to get you clothes.” She said with a smile. “Thank you, my lady.” “Your welcome, Draga Mea.”

YALL I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD. ALSO SORRY IF I MADE THIS A LITTLE LATE. BUT ADIOS HAVE A GOOD DAY/EVENING

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu smut

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valleynix · 1 year

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The Dimitrecus Gay panicking over reader is the best thing

Id imagine Alcina probably having the most self control, but still taken aback. Bela is similar to her mother, but is just silently dying inside. Daniela is Just dead. And Cassandra… well you wrote her panic perfectly in chp 16 so- I love these gays

HEHEHE- honestly this is spot on 😭 i love the idea of these refined and mature noblewomen just gayly losing their minds over this little dumbass LMFAO

#asks #reader starts being a little zestier one day and everyone goes nuts #more blushing than usual #lots of gay staring #to promise the lore

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carasilvaart · 1 year

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Makeup Sessions with the Countess:

Short Story Inc. I love this piece though. It hits me /right/ in the feels. Just a reminder! Commissions are open! https://carasilvaart.carrd.co/#commissionsheet

“Ah, ah… Hold still, pet.” Alcina commands, her golden eyes flickering over the sculpture of Alexandria’s face and pausing only momentarily upon the feline ears that stick from the younger woman’s head. The Feline complies, yet her tail flicks up a storm, the only part of her she has no control over. Her lips gently part, relaxing her face. “I’m trying, Countess.” Alexandria breathes, a slow breath that fills her lungs with air. “Shush and listen.” Alcina chuckles, scolding the Feline with a playful purr. “When applying makeup you must practice, and approach makeup with confidence. Makeup is like painting, Pet. Hesitate and you’ll ruin your canvas.” Alcina instructs as she dips the brush into a pink eyeshadow to accentuate Alexandria’s blue eyes. Lifting the brush, Dimitrecu gently applies the makeup upon the Feline’s heavy upper lid with gentle strokes. “Did your mother never teach you how to apply makeup?” Alcina asks, a passive musing as she works. Alexandria pauses, and small kitten-like fangs nibble at her bottom lip. “No.” She responds, and fell into silence as the girl gather her thoughts. Alcina sets the brush down. Golden hues meet Alexandria’s blue, she had the Countess’ full attention and her nerves flare, a bashful smile curling her lips. “My Mother died when I was seven…” She trails off, her eyes flickering sideways. She didn’t need to finish that sentence. “Mmm, then pay attention pet, consider this your first lesson.” Alcina tuts and plucks the brush back up.

#Alcina #Dimitrescu #AlcinaDimitrescu #Art #Myart #DigitalArt #Resident #Evil #Villager #ResidentEvilVillager #Countess #Vampire #Makeup #CanonCharacter #OrigionalCharacter #Cat #Werebeast #Werecat #CommissionsAreOpen

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ao3feed-ladydimitrescu · 2 years

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Blood, Robes and Chaos

by twistedgalaxy11

Alcina has some free time, and apparently you do too because she catches you imitating her in the vanity's reflection much to her dismay. Andddd cue the chaos.

In other words, this is a fluffy crackfic with the lovely Alcina Dimitrescu, eat your fill you simps :)

Words: 1025, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of With You, I'm Home

Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrecu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Mother Miranda (Resident Evil)

Relationships: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Crack, crackfic, Crack Relationships, Established Relationship, you are chaos, Alcina (kinda) loves it, Soft Alcina Dimitrescu, Good Parent Alcina Dimitrescu, Daniela just wants to help

from AO3 works tagged 'Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader' https://ift.tt/8gLkb4Q

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #reader insert #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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yngai · 17 days

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"Come a little closer. I'll have these claws sunk into your belly before you have the chance to reckon with your terror." She'd take a brief break from the endless circles of rage and lust and bitter torment to spare a condescending croon for the other: your birthday? My, my. Aren't you a little young to court death as you do? And, to her credit, she would remember that date, filed away in the bear-trap of her mind, in infinitum. But, irritatingly, this information has not been shared with her. And so, she plays her part, all things as usual. "A crow cannot escape the Dragon's claws!"

(ada crowley wong i used my cringest canon lines on u please call me back.)

it was an enticing proposition, a warmth of blood shed by the only claws deserving to tear the crow limb from limb, make of their flesh red ribbons dancing in the dust. a monster slicing muscle & sinew from bone that has inscribed the crow into the iconography of this village, a trickster & a thief in equal measure that plays along to the chants of a cult that sits beneath them. no one else could ever end their sophistry with one clean cut. a mask without meaning if not for the lady's torment at their hands, a creature of the night with ample wealth & malice to entice a woman that has spent decades playing the rich for fools. alcina provides her a necessary rush, a break from the monotony of a mission that burns her tongue with a familiar dullness. it's funny how her instincts & habits carry over through each character & how, even knowing there is a little star in the blackened sky waiting for her return, an ache in longing for something she never thought she wanted, she dances with death because the thrill of survival what makes her feel alive.

the crow perches itself up on the windowsill, in full view & yet frustratingly out of reach even for someone as tall as alcina. an ornate bottle weaved in golden thread held by the neck between their fingers, the specialty of house dimitrescu stolen right from under its matriach's nose. its refined taste unappreciated by the coarse lips of a scoundrel that thinks only of its value to a travelling merchant & how it must frustrate the lady so, that a ruffian like them could covet the last of the castle's wine to sell off for far less than its worth. it amuses her that alcina cannot see the smile beneath their beak, cannot hear the faint laughter at her threats. how many must have passed their ears that lay unfulfilled & how fitting would it be for lady dimitrecu to be the sole exception, not for the woman hiding under black leather but for the crow themselves. their hubris must be answered for, their feathers must be plucked off their corpse for daring to trifle with a belief older & more convoluted than they bother to understand.

but their fate isn't sealed yet, the game the crow & the lady play is still going, the chase is on & they must leave the lady wanting for one more night. make the kill a worthy satisfaction for her teeth & so they pick & prod & frustrate, a signature cockiness underlining their tone, “ the occasion to turn me into a birthday cake is a few months away, much as you'd like to serve me on a platter. but i will take my present now, ” the bottle is a prop waved at its owner. “ if you don't mind. ”

#dimitresca #* file // : 2021 — ( 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐄 . )

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trippin-over-my-fandoms · 2 years

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No one:

Me every five minutes about re8: they’re a family. They’re a fucked up dysfunctional family. They’ve had the titles and relationships forced on them. They’re so mess up I wanna analyze them. I wanna put them in aus. I want them to care about each other just enough so they suffer when one of them dies. Like they don’t care but actually they do a little. They literally all view the family differently and I wanna play around with that in great detail. Because with Alcina she’s definitely “I hate my little siblings so fucking much but dammit only I’m allowed to bully them” and Donna is the one they all quietly accept as their sister and they’d all go to bat for her but literally not a single one actually connects with her and Moreau wants them all as his siblings but mother always comes first and then Karl would never admit it but way deep down he wants the normality of family that Miranda had pitched him years ago but he knows they’re all so fucked up that it isn’t going to happen so he’s better off knowing (believing) they all hate him. And I wanna put them in scenarios where they gotta deal with that or maybe one point they were a family and it went to hell or maybe they are a family and Ethan has an even shitter time trying to get through them all because oh wait oh my gosh imagine what if-

#re8 #resident evil #sloanes thoughts #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrecu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #resident evil village

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ladyorlandodream · 3 years

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Lady Dimitrescu by NOPEYS

she can strangle me with those legs

#alcina dimitrecu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #countess alcina dimitrescu #house of dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil 8 #deviantart #lady dimitrecu fanart

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the-dimitrescu-seamstress · 3 years

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(Mun here. Remember the drunk post where Magda complained about the amount of walking she did with clothing? Um, yeaaaaaaaaaah.....)

(The dressing room.... which I’m assuming is storage, is not connected to her chambers. Magda needs to go out the dressing room, down the main hall stairs, through the dining room and courtyard, up the stairs, and into Alcina’s chambers. As for Magda’s workshop? My headcanon says it’s connected to the Opera Hall at the top of the map.

Is the castle in my mind this exact layout? Close but not quite.... library need to be bigger, and things are missing. But, it gives a good idea of how much a workout Magda gets while carrying massive garments and keeping them pristine.)

#ooc #Castle Dimitrescu #alcina dimitrecu #(if you have carried NORMAL sized full garment bags a good distance you know they can get heavy)

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 2 years

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𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: It's the time of year when everything gets a little distant, the world a little colder. And sitting in your room, you get to witness the first snow with Alcina by your side. Read it on AO3 here! Warnings: None!! Unless you're allergic to fluff. Notes: Hello~ Tiffany is back again with one of her slightly older fics hehe. I think I've posted this one before but I couldn't find it for my masterlist so I'm posting it again. Also yes, I know this fic is about the first snow smack dab in the middle of summer (at least for Canada) but you know what! I don't care, lol. I absolutely adore winter and the atmosphere it brings, so homely and warm and everything good. So here we are, happy reading!

Today was a quiet one. The mid-afternoon sun streamed through the large windows and the sounds of the castle had settled down to a softer noise in the background after the hecticness that comes with any morning. Glancing up, you look towards one of the windows of Castle Dimitrescu and see the vast expanse of Village spread out before you, but something else catches your eye.

Standing up from the large chaise you had been sitting on, with soft steps you pad over to get a closer look. It was a bit chilly, warm breath sure to make wisps in the cold winter air, and in awe you watch as the first snowfall of the season plays out before your very eyes. Cold weather wasn't anything new in the country of Romania, and yet after all this time, this was still a view you'd never get sick of. The small little snowflakes drifting down to Earth from the skies, painting the world in a sparkling white. It reminded you of the winters of your childhood and how much life has changed since then, and yet you wouldn't change the life you had now for anything.

You adjust your robe slightly, pulling it around more tightly around you for warmth, not that you needed to though. It was more of a comfort than anything else. Your body hardly got cold anymore, not when you yourself were made of fire, a result of the attack all those years past... Sometimes you still felt the lingering ache of being reborn, the old scars forever a reminder despite your healing abilities.

Regardless, you were here now and that's all that matters.

"Darling? Are you in here?" A voice called out just past the door of the room. It was just a courtesy though, you knew Alcina could hear the steady thump of your heart for miles with her supernatural hearing and all.

"Yes, dearest," you call out softly, turning around to look towards your lover as she crouched through the small door. With fluid steps, she's in front of you in seconds, a relaxed smile on her face. She too donned a robe, a rich burgundy colour that matched the golden hue of her eyes perfectly. Despite her relaxed demeanour she still exuded that sort of etherealness you can't find anywhere else on earth, still oozed the authority that comes with being a woman in her position.

And she was all yours.

For a moment you glance down at the shining ring on your left hand before looking up at Alcina, a grin meeting your lips as you will your body to float upwards to match her height, an easy feat when you were made of butterflies you supposed.

"Is this where you've been hiding away, dearest?" she says, an amused look on her face, "I've hardly seen you all day." Lifting her hand she runs it over your cheek gently, her lips upturned in a grin.

That was the thing with Alcina. Despite her stature, she was nothing but gentle with you (well, unless the situation called for... otherwise), as if you were made of ice, delicate. Her little snowdrop, she would call you. It was ironic really, since you were essentially the opposite of snow.

You had asked about it one day, maybe a year after you had gotten your powers, why she still called you that.

You and Alcina were sitting in bed, finally getting a moment of repose after a chaotic day of planning for the upcoming winter solstice festival in the village. You sat in Alcina's lap, your head lying on her chest as you both read the book she held in her hands.

Eventually, the weariness of the day caught up to you, and you yawned loudly. Glancing down at you overtop her reading glasses, Alcina wordlessly closes the book and places it down beside her.

"Are you tired, my little snowdrop?" she asks, running a hand through your hair, the action soothing you so much that you yawn once more.

"Why do you still call me that, Alci?" you ask, wiping away the tears that had formed from repeatedly yawning.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asks, looking down at you with a confused look on her face.

"'My little snowdrop', why do you still call me that? I mean, it doesn't really make sense, not when I'm made of these now," you say, lifting a hand. On it, a little red butterfly fluttered its wings, little wisps of fire left behind in its wake.

"Hm," she pauses momentarily, "well, it's because I think of you as my snowdrop, snowdrop," she says with a chuckle, which makes you snort. She runs her hands through your hair for a moment before speaking again.

"I think it makes sense though, regardless of your butterflies. Snowdrops are small, delicate, beautiful. Everything that embodies you, my darling," she says, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. Turning around slightly, you look up at her and are met with golden eyes filled with nothing but affection.

"But even more so," she continues, "the word snowdrop...snow. There's a sort of strength to snow, isn't there? It's a graceful thing, stunning to look at as each snowflake falls to the floor, individualistic in its own right. From afar it's easy to enjoy, but the moment you step outdoors you're met with the freezing cold that nips any skin left uncovered. Stay out too long and you begin to freeze slowly but in a way, it's also fast, so fast that you don't even notice you're freezing until you're already halfway gone. That in itself is strength isn't it?" You pause for a moment, rendered speechless. Alcina really had a way with words, and it caught you off-guard at times. You soak in her words, tilting your head in contemplation before nodding wordlessly.

"And you're just like that, snowdrop. An ethereal being, easily admired from afar, but step closer and you will see that you're not just beautiful, but full of strength as well, not something so easily stepped on." Alcina finishes with a smile. At her words your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but regardless your heart still fills with warmth.

"I... didn't know you thought of me like that Alcina," you say, albeit a bit embarrassedly.

"Well, I do. Every word I spoke I think to be true, you're stronger than you know," Alcina says, the slightest tint of red on her cheeks at her honesty.

"Well, then I like the name then, darling," you say with a smile.

"I'm glad you do, my little snowdrop," Alcina says, her lips upturning into a smile that matches your own.

Snapping back to the present, you smile a bit at the memory before responding to Alcina.

"It felt like a bit of an antisocial sort of day, darling. I'm sorry," you say, glancing off to the side. Alcina takes one of your hands into her own with a sigh, pressing a kiss onto your palm.

"There's no need to be sorry, my love, how many times must I tell you that. I understand things get overwhelming at times, it's quite alright", she says, which makes you look back up at her fondly.

"Thank you for always being so understanding Alcina, I don't know what I'd do without you," you say before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips. The feeling never changed, her full soft lips on yours as your heart filled a bit more with love for this woman. You feel her smile into the kiss before pulling away slightly.

"It's the least I could do, darling," she says before pecking your lips once more. Then her gaze is pulled from your own to the one behind you and she lets out a soft gasp.

"My, it's snowing already?" she asked, more to herself if anything. Her eyes are filled with an almost childlike glimmer, the view before you so pure it made your heart soar with affection. Alcina had always told you winter was her favourite season. It really suited her.

"It is, darling. I noticed it just before you came in," you say.

"Perhaps we should go on a stroll then, my little snowdrop. The first snow is always the most beautiful."

"I'd fit right in then, wouldn't I?" you say with a giggle, making Alcina chuckle before grabbing your waist and pulling you close.

"I would say yes, but you stand out amongst the crowd, my love. My pretty little snowdrop," Alcina says, kissing you once more.

A/N: This fic always gets me so softtttttt. I love Alcina, so much.

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