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valentimmy · 1 year
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crimsonfireboltart · 3 months
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tea time at the Dimitrescu household
animation by me
audio from Ponyo
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juresmccann · 7 months
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Old Japanese Cover Of Resident Evil 4
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grrrechka · 2 months
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Finally, winter break...time to draw Donna
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diiebu · 3 months
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Re8 Chris is my weakness
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cyanidesparklez · 1 month
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ethan winters perhaps...
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abgemeldet · 1 year
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Best moment of me playing RE8 🤣 👏
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katharosmax · 3 months
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Donna study!!
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I love her but she's oddly hard to draw ;((
Also please🙏 lemme know in the comments who you want to see me draw, can be from anything :))
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creepydoll-lady · 1 month
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Completely out of character but I thought it was funny:
Donna: Thanks, Mom. Donna: … Why is everyone staring at me? Heisenberg: You just called Mirander "Mom". You said "Thanks, Mom." Donna: What? No, I didn't. I said "Thanks, man." Miranda: Do you see me as a mother figure, Donna? Donna: No. If anything, I see you as a bother figure 'cause you're always bothering me. Alcina: Hey, show your mother some respect! Donna: I didn't call her "Mom"! Miranda: No, no, no, no, Donna. I take it as a compliment. Moreau: It's not a big deal. I called Barry "Dad" once and he’s a fish. Donna: Guys, jump in that! Moreau has psycho-sexual issues. Alcina: Old news! But you calling Miranda "Mommy"- Donna: Hey, "Mommy" is not on the table here. Heisenberg: You did call her "Mom", dumbass. Donna: You shut up. You did nothing but lie since you got here. Heisenberg: Alright, alright. I lied about the hold up, but the mom thing? That happened. Donna: Aha! He admitted his alibi was a lie. All part of my crazy, devious plan. Miranda: I believe you- Donna: Thank you. Miranda: -Daughter. Do you want to talk about it later over a tea party? Donna: ...I'd like that.
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oni-tengu · 1 year
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vampslxsher said its time to draw lady d.. i made her lady gyal ✌
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neonnoir-ao3 · 4 months
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Do you see the vision besties
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crimsonfireboltart · 3 months
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you and a tall vampire lady!
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zeroone-eleven · 4 months
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Bela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover) Headcanons:
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Requested? ❌
"Pero bakit ba, ang layo mo?"
"But why is it, that you're so far away?"
Summary: Headcanons about Bela Dimitrescu (+ With MC Romance route, this post contains Filipino Pop Culture snippets and Tagalog words but translations are provided at the Author's Notes section at the end of the fic!)
Warnings: Minor Angst, Miranda (Need I say more?)
Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Minor Angst
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Newly Cursed:
Felt so lost when Miranda first cursed her.
Couldn't figure out if she was scared or angry that there was no longer love or interest for the things and people she used to feel deeply for.
It turned into obsession instead.
Sometimes she'd catch herself zoning out, how could she not just stop functioning every now and then when she no longer feels?
Overtime she stopped zoning out, functioning on full autopilot instead.
Cut off her sisters due to not knowing how she'd look them in the eye and have them catch her not feeling anything for them anymore.
She may no longer be able to feel, but she still doesn't want to hurt her sisters.
Ends up obsessed with taking down Miranda because she sees it as a way to make up to her family for cutting them off.
Curse Lifted:
The first thing she does on her own is to sit underneath a tree's shade to just feel the gentle breeze.
She cries silently, not knowing how it was possible to miss such a common experience in human life.
She goes for a jog on a day when it's sunny and she's free. Pushing herself to her limits until her vision swims due to exertion.
She lies down on the grass for a moment and laughs, carefree as the sun shines down on her. Letting the heat draw out more sweat from her and simply just basking in how she's able to feel it now.
Bela stands under light rains, never once passing up the chance to feel the small pitter patters of water on her skin. She smiles with glee every single time.
MC Romance:
While cursed, she definitely gives off "Rhodessa - Kisame" vibes.
Bela started to theorise that she was falling for MC when she brought them chicken soup.
It didn't slip her notice that MC tried to steer the conversation towards her mundane life.
Not her accomplishments, not her riches, not her connections- Just her and what's in her mind.
Looks like she takes the lead in their relationship, but actually discreetly let's MC make the decisions.
Bela is a sucker for MC's chicken tinola.
MC taught her a bit about Filipino pop culture.
She may not have perfected the language yet, but she definitely nailed the:
"Science tells us that our genetic imprint predetermines your life, your fate, your choices. Pinanganak kang bobo, lalaki kang bobo, mamamatay kang bobo." (Translation is in the author's notes below.)
Bela also adopted the habit of saying "Bwisit" whenever she gets mildly frustrated;
And "Putangina" whenever she gets very frustrated.
She loves how those words just sound satisfyingly crunchy.
Likes "Cup of Joe"
Learned Tagalog to understand what the lyrics say.
Once the loop is broken and she remembers all of the things her and MC had done across all past loops, she coins "Cup of Joe - Ikaw Pa Rin" as her favorite song.
MC is thankful that Bela doesn't remember the times in the loops when she turned into a Zombie. They have sworn to take those memories to the grave, unwilling to subject to Bela to it.
Whenever Bela gets flustered by MC doing little romantic things for her, she'd try to downplay her swooning by raising an eyebrow and telling MC "Bading, bading- Bakla, bakla!"
Bela is able to sing Tagalog songs she loves without an English accent but whenever she speaks Tagalog normally, the English accent always bleeds in.
MC always smiles, finding it absolutely adorable.
MC taught Bela how to eat a chicken wing by removing the lower joint so that it's easier to take the meat off.
On her first attempt, she somehow choked on one of the wing bones.
Bela has forbidden MC from letting literally anyone other than the two of them know.
Daniela knows this though, and she's waiting for the right time to use the story as blackmail.
(Y'all CANNOT convince me na hindi chismosa si MC sa mga tamang tao.)
Once saw someone flirt with MC on Christmas season.
Went right up to MC, placed her arm around their shoulder and told them in the sweetest tone she could muster that if the person doesn't back off, she'll ensure that "Sasama siya sa kwitis papuntang langit."
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01-11 wished for more instances of the game reinforcing the canonical fact that MC is a Filipino, but understands why the Game Devs didn't because it can break immersion in gameplay for non-Filipino players. But if any non-Filos are interested then 01-11 encourages you to look up Gen Z Filipino culture because rest assured- 01-11's people are hilariously unhinged on a different level.
01-11 wishes everyone a Happy New Year. This is a gift to every fellow Resident Lover players like 01-11, and for every Bela simp as well! 01-11 encourages everyone to download Resident Lover. It is completely free, and the game devs have an account here on Tumblr (@resident-lover) with complete lore guides. The way each story line is written in 01-11's correct opinion: Will not ever disappoint.
Filipino Phrases - Translations:
Pinanganak kang bobo, lalaki kang bobo, mamamatay kang bobo. - You were born stupid, you'll grow up stupid, and you'll die stupid.
Bwisit, Putangina - Tagalog Curse words.
Sasama siya sa kwitis papuntang langit - I'll send them up the sky alongside the fireworks.
Bading, bading, bakla, bakla! - Gay, gay, gay, you're gay! (Common teasing mechanic for gay friends amongst Filipinos.)
Y'all cannot convince me na hindi chismosa si MC sa tamang tao. - Y'all cannot convince me that MC isn't a gossip with the right people.
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grrrechka · 10 days
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would you ever be willing to draw Donna as a half spider? k thanks bye!
Yess I love Donna requests!! Thank you for asking, I wasn't sure if you wanted recently rebloged design so I made my own
I got a little excited, I love putting animal behaviors into half-humans soo here is a bunch of doods
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She covers her face with pedipals when flustered 😔💓
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Also! Male spiders dance to attract a mate while female spiders can actually eat a potential mate, so I decided to incorporate both
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kiatheinsomniac · 8 months
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You lay resting upon Alcina in a grand bay window as music fills the air around you. The doors to the opera hall are open and out pour the duet of violin strings and piano keys. The melody is performed by Alcina’s eldest and your middle child. They’ve been getting on wonderfully, even if they were a bit unsure of what to make of each other at first. 
Compared to Alcina’s height and frame, you’re tiny as you lay upon her sprawled out body, your head set upon her soft, voluminous chest. One of her large hands pets your head, smoothing down your hair rhythmically in time with the music. For a moment, you consider that it’s coincidence, that she has just so happened to fall into sync with the performance going on in the next room over. But you know Alcina better, know that this is her nature. She’s a singer at her heart – it’s why she had this hall annexed onto her castle. 
With her other hand, she holds the long, narrow pipe of her cigarette, taking in deep inhales and then puffing it out of the open window in which the two of you are seated beside. A smile paints Alcina’s red-tinted lips as she looks down at you fondly, a serene expression upon your visage. Given the uncommon structure of her family and the small population of the village, this particular one of four Lords assumed she would never find another mother like herself, that her daughters may well feel a sense of outsiderness or isolation given that no other family was like theirs. The girls had power to shield them, yes, but Alcina always worried that any negativity might come from within them, from that burning question of why is no one else like us? 
And then along came you. Protecting your girls fiercely as you tried to navigate your way through the village. Your little family reminded Alcina so much of herself and her own girls and so it felt almost instinctual for her to leap to your defence, to shelter you in the home of her castle where blood and death were usually resident and yet now there was only love between you instead of the terror that any guest might otherwise be filled with in Castle Dimitrescu. 
The scent of tobacco fills the air, swirling into the melody and warmth that your other senses are absorbing from your surroundings. Alcina leans down to press her lips against the top of your head, inhaling your scent. She then glances out of the window to where Cassandra is currently giving your youngest a demonstration in wielding a sickle. The Castle might be safe but the village is far from being such. Daniela and your eldest are somewhere currently unbeknownst to the two of you but you trust that they’re not getting themselves into too much trouble wherever they are. 
Alcina holds you in her powerful arms as though you’re the most precious thing in the world and she swears to herself that she’ll protect her new family with all her might, that you’ll forever be kept separate from her duties as a lord of the village. She’ll keep you out of harm’s way with all she has. 
Alcina sets her cigarette down in order to remove her gloves, revealing her blackened fingertips. The black leathery gloves are set down on the window sill and she retakes her cigarette in one hand while the other begins combing through your hair, large palm smoothing over the curve of your head. 
Her fingers gently brush beneath your chin in order to gently coax you to look up at her. When your gaze meets her own grey-hazel one, she feels the world stop. She had always thought that she’d be alone, that it would always just be her and her daughters for an immortal life in this little village, that they would never see the outside world. 
But now Alcina does see the world and she’s holding it in her arms and it’s looking up at her with the same enamour. She can’t help but tilt her head as she takes in the sight of you, so small on her chest. She leans in to kiss your forehead and cannot help but smile at the red lip print it leaves behind. You look like hers. You jut your chin up a little more, a silent request for her to continue with her kisses. Alcina is quick to take up your offer, peppering your forehead, cheeks, nose and jaw in kisses, always leaving your mouth. 
Your visage is now printed in lipstick marks, covering your skin and you’re smiling up at her like an angel, like something far too precious to be in his place. You lean in a little closer and pout when your lover doesn’t close the distance. She’s kissed everywhere on your face now except your mouth and so now it appears that you seek a real kiss. A low laugh rumbling in her throat, she does as you wish once more and revels in the little sigh you let out when you taste the tobacco and remnants of makeup on her mouth. Her arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer, feeling the intimate press of your body against hers. 
Your thighs slide against her hips as you move from being laid between her legs to straddling her pelvis, leaning down over her and deepening the kiss. She feels your hands slide over her ribs but stop before going any further. Yours and her daughters are nearby and the last thing either of you want is to get caught doing anything inappropriate for this not-quite private space in the balcony above the opera hall, sitting in the bay window overlooking the courtyard. 
“Y/n…” She murmurs between kisses as your tongue slides against hers. “Y/n, draga mea (my darling)...” But you persist in her kisses, making it difficult for her to say what she wants to. She takes charge then, fingers pressing into your cheeks to pull you away. Her eyes are lidded as she looks down at how her hold has squished your lips into a cute pout. “Let’s continue this in our room, hm?” 
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