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heraxic · 21 days
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greek mythology au returns. concept sketches of the girls
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(more context on greek mythology tag)
1: sphinx alcina (alina) and her harpy daughters
Alina was once a noblewoman and musician singing Athena’s praises, until the goddess herself offered rich rewards if she would serve her. Upon accepting, Athena turned her into a sphinx and took her to the first of the islands where she would gather treasures from all the warriors she killed.
2: aphrodite mia and athena miranda
Athena lost her daughter Pallas (eva), an aspiring warrior/hero, when she accidentally killed her during training. Afterwards she was deep in grief and fiercely jealous of Zeus’s demigod children getting promoted to gods and living peacefully on Olympus, so she created monsters to lure forth any warrior good enough to take as her own (meanwhile, she runs the same trick on the monsters, telling them that if they serve her and kill the unworthy they will have a place with her among the pantheon).
Aphrodite, infamous for her vanity, paradoxically took a liking (entirely platonic for the purpose of this au) to Elias (ethan) when he was young because of his beauty and gave him blessings throughout his life, intending to make him her servant on Olympus one day. She was Not pleased when Athena blinded/sent him off to her gauntlet of monsters and made sure the soldiers sailing him there would land on Kyril’s (karl) island where he would be relatively safe, especially from the gorgon’s stone gaze.
3: arachne donna (daphne) and angie (aretha)
Daphne was an exceptionally talented weaver, who created a tragically beautiful tapestry to cope with the loss of her family. Her craftsmanship and isolation made her the perfect candidate for Athena, who turned her into a giant spider and took her to the islands where she would serve her with her artistry as well as her newfound lethality.
4: evie and rose as the minor gods of fear and panic
The two deities were stolen away by Athena to keep as her children, as well as her prisoners. They are kept in captivity on Alina’s island (behind the gate she guards) where their powers are being used as a barrier between the archipelago and the mainland (anyone who tries to leave will be paralysed with fear and anyone who first arrives won’t have doubts about setting foot on the islands before it’s too late to turn back).
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rainierest · 4 months
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sketchy drawing of Donna + Angie as a saw bts photo (I’ll put it under the cut)
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eliziarts · 1 year
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ironicfury · 9 months
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All the Lords at a meeting:
Alcina: And this is Y/N, the love of my life! I'm so-
Angie: Another one?
Karl: Are you a cat? Because that's the ninth one this year!
Y/N: *blinks in confusion* Isn't that nine lives?
Alcine: *swings claws*
Mother Miranda: *shakes head and sighs*
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kit-mc-corny · 11 months
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asking Heisenberg about a specific scar, expecting a horror story, but he's just like, "oh yeah, that's where Angie stabbed me after I threw Madalina down a well"
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daniell3c4st · 1 year
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It all returns to nothing
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eletricheart · 1 year
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Seven
(Donna Beneviento x fem!reader)
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*image creds to the owner
Word count: 1040
This story is a bit angsty, I made it thinking in the song Seven by Taylor Swift and there's the idea of The Lakes by Taylor Swift, which is running away together. This story is Donna telling about this girl that was in her life ever since she was born until 14 years old. It's a short story, I tried to make this sweet since there isn't a "happy" ending. Anyway, I hope you like it💜
ps: the songs audios are at the end
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Donna didn't usually receive guests in her house but Alcina called the day before to ask if she could watch over her daughters during the morning as she had business with Mother Miranda. Any other time the girls would stay home alone, but the last time it happened they "accidentally" murdered six maids.
Therefore, Donna trusted Angie to look over them while the dollmaker finished her latest project. It was all going well, her work would only take thirty minutes and there hasn't been any major crashing. However, once she was done and went upstairs, the sisters were looking over a box while Angie stood by the door seeming downcast.
When the Lady made herself known, excuses and attempts to hide the box filled the room, but one sigh made them settle down and wait for her to speak.
Donna took a deep breath and quietly sat beside the girls. "Where did you find this?"
They looked between each other with Bella coming forward to speak. "We were playing hide and seek, Dani found it."
The lady turned to Daniela, expecting an explanation.
"I was curious, I thought it would be fabric or something…sorry."
Donna took a deep breath before picking one of the photos inside. "I assume you have questions."
They all quickly nodded, making the dollmaker chuckle.
"It's a bit of a long story but I'll try to shorten it."
Summer 1943
Your family was friends with the Beneviento's long before you were born, so it only made sense for you to know the sisters Bernadette and Donna.
At the age of 7, you were best friends with Donna, doing constant sleepovers and having adventures around the woods. In one of said adventures, you tried climbing a tree to pick a flower for Donna, but as it happens with children, you fell.
The other girl rushed to your side, worried since you face palmed the ground. However, instead of crying, you just lifted your head and gave her a cheeky grin. "I think I broke a tooth." You said, opening your mouth to show her. Donna just laughed and hit your shoulder before pulling you up and going back home to fix your small wounds.
Summer was particularly hot during that year, therefore both of your parents would take you to the lake. It was a happy time, you and Donna would always play either pirates or explorers. Sometimes Bernadette would play along, but most of the time she was with her parents, Donna didn't truly mind, she had you.
Winter 1950
You were sitting in the closet with Donna laying on you. Her father was fighting with her mother, something that became quite usual ever since Bernadette passed away. Your parents didn't want you to visit anymore, but you came up with an urgent excuse to see your friend.
You were holding Donna and humming while waiting for the fight to end.
"Why are they still fighting?" Donna asked, holding your arms tighter.
"Well, I think your house is haunted. I mean, your dad is always mad so that must be why." You answered.
"Yeah, you're probably right." She said, sniffing a bit.
"You can come live with me. We can become pirates and travel all around the world, all the way to India. What do you think?"
"That would be nice…Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Would you sing for me?"
"Always. Any requests?"
"Something…dreamy."
"Okay."
"I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
'Cause I haven't moved in years
And I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
No, not without you"
Once the song ended, Donna turned around and hugged you. "Promise to never leave me."
You smiled and hugged her back just as tightly. "I promise, I'll never go anywhere without you."
You held her all night, you listened to her stories about the day, you sang for her when the fighting got too loud, you even made bad jokes.
You were Donna's sanity, you stood by her even when her parents died, never letting go of her hand.
But sadly, you were also the reason for to not initially accept Mother Miranda's gift.
Present time
Donna sighed as she finished the story the best she could."I can't exactly recall her face anymore, it has been twenty years, but at least now the story can pass on." Angie had already moved to her lap to offer comfort. The dollmaker pointed to the box's contents before speaking again. "These are gifts she gave me, everytime we explored she made sure to make me a flower crown or string rings. She was one of a kind."
Cassandra was fidgeting her fingers before asking. "What happened to her?"
Donna exhaled shallowly. "Her parents left the village. She didn't know they were leaving or she would've told me…at least I like to think so. I've never seen her again."
Dani gave her a sad look. "I'm sorry."
The lady nodded. "It's okay."
"We can find her…if you want to." Bella asked.
Donna slowly shook her head. "Some things are best to not know."
Cass tilted her head in confusion. "But…don't you want to know if she's alive, maybe Mother Miranda can make her like us."
The dollmaker sighed. "I'm sure, let's just leave this be."
The girls nodded and helped her place the box where it was. Soon enough it was time for them to leave.
Donna was okay, it wasn't rare the times she got caught in her memories, so the lady simply went to bed, hoping for the day to end.
The girls…well…they never promised anything. So the first thing they did once encountering their mother was to tell the whole story, after all, what harm could it do.
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re8-shitpost · 2 years
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Donna: You know, depression can be fun sometimes.
Alcina: You mean hiding away in your mansion and interacting only with a porcelain doll is fun?
Donna: Shut up, you know nothing about fun.
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harveywritings92 · 1 year
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{after a house meeting}
Lady Dimitrescu: Well, now that this business is over with, I’m off to get a seaweed wrap!
Heisenberg, under his breath: Oh...I didn’t know they made sushi with dried clams...
Lady Dimitrescu, sneers at him: What was that?
Heisenberg: What? Couldn’t hear you over {Moreau suddenly starts loudly hacking and throws up on Angie causing her/Donna to scream.] *Heisenberg leaves*
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happyabsence · 1 year
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Consistency? What’s that?
Anyway, have some festive art featuring the Four Lords, because the RE8 puppets have a special place in my brain and this idea would not leave
Happy Holidays!
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heraxic · 21 days
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Ref of arachne donna (daphne) and angie (aretha)
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the things in daphne’s hair are spider egg sacks
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everythingoiezoie · 2 years
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*Afternoon Tea sesh gossiping about Alcina's new lover*
Donna : She's half your age Alcina. You're a cradle robber.
Alcina : *Sighs* Again, She came unto me. What does that make her then?
Donna :...
Angie : A grave robber.
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okamiwolven · 2 years
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not finishing this. enjoy.
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mydarlingdisturbed · 2 years
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Working in progress :)
Needs some tlc but I think I can make this came out good :D
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freyanistics · 2 years
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Third installment to this tale let’s go
Part 1 Part 2
As Natasha walks up to the house her eyes scanned the area for anything out of ordinary. The loud rush of the waterfall only filled her ears as she saw the water tumbling down at the side of the cliff.
Taking a deep breath she raises her arm knocking on the hard dark mahogany door.
Nothing.
What if Donna didn’t hear her? Or the rare possibility she wasn’t home? Shit now what could she do? There was still two other options, one being Heisenberg and Moreau but her daughters could still be out there waiting.
Just as she was about to try again the door creaks open before Angie pokes her head out, staring up at the darkskin woman with wide eyes.
“Angel face? What are you doing here?” The doll ask in a high pitch tone. Her eyes then landed on the suitcase. “Holy shit.” She adds mouth agape.
“Hey Ang, uh I was wondering if I could possibly crash here for the night? Sorry this is all unexpected, things kinda just..happened.” Natasha says rubbing the back of her head.
“Stay here? Of course you can! I’m sure Donna would absolutely love-“ the doll was cut off as a cough could be heard from behind the doll. Looking up Natasha could make out Donna. She was wearing dark blue satin pjs, her black mourning mask covering her face.
Without a word Donna beckons the other woman in with her hand before moving away from the door. Making sure to wipe the bottom of her shoes with the mat she enters the warm house looking around. Natasha has been at Donna’s house a handful of times. She would sometimes fix a few things around the house for her. The woman never spoke, letting Angie do all the talking. It took a minute to get used to all the dolls around the place, including some following her around like a curious puppy.
Natasha was always curious about the third lord and how mysterious she was. She never spoke, but used her body language. Sometimes she would tilt her head to the side in question when you asked a question she didn’t get. Or place a hand to her chest or where she presume her mouth was when she was surprised about something. Natasha would study her to understand her way of “talking”.
“Is she deaf?” She once asked Alcina when the topic came up.
“No, she can talk, she just chooses not to.” Alcina had responded.
It only made the thief more curious about her. But she never tried to pry into her business. Maybe one day she’ll know the truth.
Following Donna and Angie they enter the kitchen. The soft whistle of the kettle on the stove drew her eyes towards it. How did she do that so fast? Maybe she caught her in the midst of her making an evening tea?
“Come sit angel face!” Angie said as she hops on the table. Setting her suitcase down Natasha pulls the chair back sitting down in one of the wooden chairs. Her eyes cut to Donna as she pulled two cups pouring tea into them.
“So why was you out there so late at night? There’s monsters out there you know!” Angie asked wagging her finger, “Plus I wouldn’t think the big boob lady would let you go out there by yourself. She always seem so overprotective.” She scoffs folding her arms as she pouted. Natasha chuckles as Donna sets a cup down near her before sitting down across from Natasha.
“Thank you.” Natasha says politely picking up her cup blowing on it gently before taking a sip. “I was trying to leave the village so I could make it to my morning plane back to my hometown.” She says looking between Donna and Angie.
“This late?” Angie asked tilting her head suspiciously.
“Well uh, to put it lightly Angie, I caught Alcina cheating on me.” She says as her lips tremble and tears threaten to fall from her eyes. Blinking them back she takes a shaky breath before telling her story on how she caught Alcina in bed with another woman, one of the new maids that had started working there.
The pair goes silent as they listen to Natasha. When she finally finished the woman had her face in her hands crying. Walking over to her Angie started rubbing her back.
“Don’t waste your tears on that sorry excuse of a woman, doll face! She made a huge mistake. Why anyone would be lucky to have you as a wife. You always been kind and decent to everyone, even us!” Angie said. Donna remains silent but nods her head in agreement. “Feel free to stay as long as you need!”
“Thanks you two.” Natasha says bleakly as she wiped at her eyes hurriedly forcing a smile on her lips. “I just need to stay for the night. I’ll be heading out to try to go to the nearest city’s airport.”
“When are you coming back?” Angie asks bouncing up and down like a child.
“Probably not until years. I’ll be leaving for good. I’ll probably stay with my mom or brother until I find my own place to stay.”
Immediately Angie’s face drops as her shoulders go slack. Donna seem to have freeze up as well. The tea cup trembling slightly. “You’re leaving for good? You’re not coming back ever?” Angie asked softly.
“I’ll visit of course! But I won’t be staying here, I can’t Angie.” Natasha says reaching out to the doll to pat her head. “There’s no way I can remain here, too many bad memories. And..” she goes silent.
“And what? What is it angel?” The doll presses.
“I’m pregnant.” Natasha voice came out in a hush.
A crash follows suit as the tea cup Donna was holding hits the ground. Angie’s mouth dropped so low it was almost comical to look at her.
For a moment no one spoke. Finally Donna slowly turns to Natasha.
“You’re carrying Alcina’s child and she decided to be unfaithful to you?” She says softly, her voice raspy and rough, it sounded like she barely used her voice causing it sound so gruff. However her voice was soothing, like a warm crackling fire in a fireplace.
Getting over her shock Natasha answers the dark cloaked woman. “She doesn’t know yet, it was supposed to be a surprise.” She lowers her head. She wanted to surprise the countess with the pregnancy test at a special dinner with the whole family. Now she was scared to say anything to her. If the countess found out she was expecting she surely would force her back at the castle.
Angie looks back at Donna and it seem the two was having a silent conversation through whatever connection they had. Finally the doll turns back to the darkskin woman looking into blue and brown eyes.
“Why don’t you stay with us, permanently? We know you want to get out of here and that’s understandable but,” Angie leans forward. “We can take take care of you. No matter how powerful Alcina is there’s a strong rule between the lords, they can’t just go waltzing into the other’s territory without permission. It’s Mother Miranda’s law. Even if she does find out you’re here there’s nothing she can do so long as you are under Beneviento property. And we can have it where you could be our mechanic fixing stuff around the house. You’ll be safe here, you and your child.”
Natasha was left in shock as she looked between Donna and Angie. “You’re both so very kind to offer but, why?” She asks.
“Like I said angel face, you’re one of the nicest people here. You was never afraid of us and always visit. It’s been a while since we ever had visitors, let alone someone who resides in the castle. Donna and I will miss you dearly if you left. You may not also know but you really gain quite an audience between the rest of the lords. I’m sure stink face and fish breath would be quite displeased to find you gone because of the tall witch’s antics. A pretty nasty fight could break out and the last thing Mother Miranda needs is a fight between her children.” The doll finished giggling childishly. “Although it would be very entertaining!”
Staying silent Natasha drummed it over. She knew Moreau had took a liking to her since she was the only one who goes over to the reservoir to watch tv or help him around the place. Karl and her enjoyed hanging out together. He shared his plots to end Miranda’s rule over the village, and she did promise to help him….
“I didn’t know I played such an important role here.” She states.
“More than you know. With you gone things could go downhill, it’s bad enough we’ll have to witness the tall witch’s tantrum.” Angie snorts out.
“And you sure I wouldn’t be intruding?” She asks.
“No,” Donna answers this time placing a cool hand over Natasha’s white and brown hand, “Stay with us mi cara and you will be well taken of.”
So many thoughts ran through Natasha’s head. She still had so many questions that she wanted answers to. But she also felt a sense of safety here. What else could she lose from here on out? Relaxing her shoulders she smiles at them.
“Yes.”
Donna trying to shoot her shot y’all 👀
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kiamescribbles · 1 year
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Spoilers for RE8 below
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Line art of the Resident Evil 8 Crystal Lords. Since Donna doesn't leave crystal behind, I used Angie as the one thing she left behind. Lady Dimitrescu has her crystal daughter and I am thinking about adding in the crystal skulls too. Interestingly, the lace on Angie and the open ribcage of Lady Dimitrescu were the more complex ones. The one I had trouble getting reference for was the front facing crystal torso since it appears 3/4th when the player picks it up. Sizing might be a bit off though.
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