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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Hi! Can i request what would the re8 ladies + mia winters react to y/n sending them nudes

18+ Minors DNI

Hi! Of course! I’m happy to see someone request specifically for Mia! Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Hopefully, she wasn’t in the middle of taking a huge sip of wine when you sent that text. Otherwise, the entire side of the room she was in is now covered in sanguis virginis.

Depending on if the pics show a lot or a little, Alcina will be flustered accordingly.

Alcina asks if you could send a few more. She claims the first one was a little blurry. Little minx.

I hope you know what you started. Alcina demands nudes at least once a day now.

Donna:

Oh, poor baby. You better tell her you plan on doing this beforehand. She will go into a complete gay panic otherwise.

She has never felt so naughty in her life.

If you send her a few, she’ll pick a favorite and periodically check her phone throughout the day to ogle it.

Donna might even go so far as to send you one as well… This will only happen if you’ve been together for a long time, though. She’ll blush like mad when you tell her you got the picture… Then ask you what you thought.

Miranda:

Miranda doesn’t quite know what to think when she first opens your text… Don’t be offended. I feel like homegirl just doesn’t understand a lot of modern things.

Once she has time to process, hot damn. To her, this is the best thing humans have come up with since the invention of tea bags! She should know, she was there.

Miranda taunts you with a few pics of her own.

You almost develop a nosebleed after she sends you the first one.

Bela:

She is also the type to freak out if you don’t tell her what nudes are before sending some.

She is a prim and proper woman! She shouldn’t be looking at such dirty pictures!

She does try to bait you into sending more because she loves them even if she won’t admit it.

Bela giggles like mad when she opens any texts from you. She is constantly hoping you will have sent a collection of steamy pics. It’s like Christmas for her.

Cassandra:

Cass doesn’t understand a lot of modern technology, I’m convinced.

If she has a phone, I bet it’s like one of those simplified phones for seniors XD

You’ll probably just have to shove your phone in her face so she can see them. Cass’s eyes widen when she realizes what you’re showing her. She is a big fan.

Cass is obsessed and wants to know if you’ll help her take some pics of herself. Lucky you 😏

Daniela:

Dani would have sent you nudes first. Definitely. It’s part of her flirting strategy.

She really goes all out too. Elaborate outfits, sexy poses. Wowee.

If you send her nudes? She knows you’re a keeper, for sure.

Dani immediately drops everything and forces you to help her relieve some… Excitement that your photos caused her.

Dani would be a great camgirl. 100% She has the perfect personality and gorgeous features to boot!

Mia:

Mia is a sweetheart. She’s pretty innocent, but your photos have her in a constant state of sexual frustration.

She just wants you all the time now. Day or night, you better come and see her when she gets nudes from you.

I think she would send you nudes of herself to pay you back. Fair is fair.

Mia’s pretty face and banging bod? Yes, please.

I think Mia would be somewhat embarrassed at getting nudes from you at first, but she quickly gets over that because she just loves looking at the pictures so much.

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alxndryngs · 1 year

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So I saw your post about taking some RE8 requests. Can I please have our favorite lady, Alcina Dimitrescu walking in to find her maiden crying/upset about being made fun of by the other maids for being chubby? I need the assurance that only a 9'6" woman is capable of.

Absolutely! I'm a chubby gal myself and boy don't we need that 9"6 Lady hahaha

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Aphrodite's Batch of Roses

Alcinas day had gone smoothly so far. For once, her daughters were behaving, the newest wine shipment had just been made that she had spent weeks preparing for, and lunch had been one of her favourite dishes.

The past week had been quite chaotic. Her girls never let her get off her feet and eventually Alcina did have enough. Once they were all sat at the dinner table yesterday, Alcina told them how truly exhausted she was and explained that them misbehaving did not contribute to that in any way.

The girls felt bad at an instant for their behaviour and promised their mother at least one day without them causing trouble.

And that day was today.

With a glass of wine, not Sanguis Virginis, but wine, she made her way to her atelier. She had been feeling quite artistic as of late and with todays silence she decided it would be a good time to start another project.

But what size canvas would she use? Oil or acrylic paint? Which brushes? Hard or soft? What would she even paint? Surely all the naked women paintings were nice to look at, but there were a few too many scattered across the castles walls.

Her peace of mind, however, was destroyed once she entered the sacred room and heard the heartbeat lingering about.

An annoyed scowl settled on her face as she groaned, looking around the room to find the culprit who had entered her atelier.

Every maiden in the castle knew that the atelier was off limits. The only one allowed inside, even if that, was Lady Dimitrescu's former personal maiden who had passed a few years ago. Ever since then its been only her inside the room. Last time she found an intruder inside, she cut off her hands and said.

"So you can not open doors you're not supposed to."

It was a particularly bad day for her at that, but oh well. Whats done is done.

"Show yourself, and I might spare you your hands, you little pest"

She hissed, all the calmness like washed away and replaced by pure annoyance. Her day had started so good! Why ruin it now!

The stutter in the persons heartbeat and voice caused her to nearly drop her glass once she noticed who it was. And once they stepped out, in what state they were in.

"I'm- My Lady I'm so sorry. I will l-eave right away."

She said, choking on her own tears as she began to fix her clothes from sitting on the floor.

Alcina stared at the little woman so hard she thought lasers might shoot out of her own eyes and through the woman's face.

Y/n muttered another stuttered apology while trying to not again burst into tears and make her situation with her lady even worse. Alcinas body turned as the maid passed her and walked to the door, but before she had a chance to leave, Alcinas hand wrapped around the young woman's arm and gently pulled her back.

Alcina cursed herself for not recognising that little heartbeat when she came in. She had listened to it quite a few times whilst she read or worked, finding this particular rhythm to be quite comforting. There was no fear when y/n worked, no worry to do something wrong. She was just focused on her task, and she was confident at that too.

The matriarch found herself reading at the same time you were a couple times. At first she had been worried when your heartbeat began slowing and just to check, she rushed to where she heard it coming from just to find you wrapped and surrounded in a pile of pillows and blankets in the library, so absorbed into the book you were reading that you didn't even hear your Lady come in.

After that, she reminded herself that whenever your heartbeat slowed, you were reading. And whenever it picked up for a few minutes, she couldn't help but quietly chuckle at the fact that you had probably gotten to a good part in the book.

She had gotten fond of you.

"Tell me," She said, placing her glass down on a small table before leaning down to your height. "Why are you crying in my atelier? You know no one is allowed to enter without my permission. And did you ask me if you may enter this room? No, I don't believe you did."

The leather of her glove was cold against your skin, your eyes eventually finding hers after Lady Dimitrescu wiped your tears for you.

"I know, my lady. That's why I'm here.. no one dares to bothers me in here."

You muttered quietly, embarrassed about the fact that this hadn't been your first trip to your lady's atelier.

Alcina felt a longer conversation come on, and she could definitely not bend down this entire time. She ordered for her maiden to sit on the ground, and to y/n's shock, the lady joined her on the floor.

"Why would someone bother you, y/n?"

You didn't hear your name come from your Lady often. But when you did, the sound burned itself into your ears for at least a few days.

Yet you didnt know where to start to answer her question. Sitting in silence, you tried to make up a start in your head. Alcina practically heard the wheels in your head turning as you thought. She sighed, cupping your tiny face in her large hands and making you look up at her properly.

"Y/n. Talk to me, that is an order."

Her voice was a lot firmer now. She originally did it as an attempt to show you that she was serious about this, but when she saw the new bunch of tears well up in your eyes, instant regret washed over her. Her stern expression dropped as she shook her head quickly.

"No no no, don't cry. Just tell me whats wrong, dulce servitoare"

You couldn't help but to start crying, looking up at your lady as she held your face in her hands. Leaning into her touch, she ended up pulling you into her lap and embrace.

Alcina didn't know what came over her in that moment, hugging a maid. But it felt like the right thing to do. She can curse herself for building a liking to you another time, but for now she had to find out what was going on.

Y/n sat in her lap and cried, cried her poor little human heart out on her lady's chest. And Alcina let her. Even caressed her back when she did, patiently waiting for her little maid to begin explaining.

"A few of the other maiden.." She began after a while, sniffling and rubbing her eye. "Well, they make fun of me from time to time and today it just bothered me a lot."

Alcinas head shot down to look at the woman in her arms, rage painted once across her face. Bullying?! In her castle?!

"They bully you?"

You nodded sheepishly, trying your best to just sink into her and disappear.

"Why."

The tone alone let you know it wasn't a question she was asking, you didn't have to look at her face to know that.

For as long as y/n had worked at the castle, which would be three years in a few months, there hadn't been a single case of someone being bullied. And now it was Alcinas new favourite maid?! She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but decided to get all the information she could get first before she went and cut out some tongues.

"Because I'm on.. well, the heavier side let's say. Dresses and gowns don't look too flattering on me my lady, they make fun of it."

Alcinas eyebrows knit together, so tight you could've thought it was a single one.

"They bully you because you weigh more? Because it makes you look different than them?"

Again, you nodded against her chest, able to hear the low growl rumbling in it somewhere as she kept it in.

Bullying because of someones appearance! She couldn't believe it. At once, she stood up with the maiden in her arms bridal style and carried her out of her atelier and down the hallway. No painting for today.

Y/n yelped when they suddenly stood up, holding onto her lady as good as she could.

"You know Y/n," She began, ducking under a few doorways as she walked through the castle. "I think you are the most beautiful maiden in this castle. Your looks are absolutely to die for, sometimes I find myself envying you even."

Your cheeks burned bright red as you laid in her arms. She envied you?

"Mmm, yes. You have a beautiful body and soul, draga. None of them can compare."

She set you down once you both had reached her garden, smiling down at you.

"Do you think Aphrodite looked like them? Thin and scrawny? No. She was a woman. She had strong thighs, belly rolls and maybe even a double chin." She chuckled, her heart making a small flip as she edged out a small chuckle out of you as well.

"You, my dear," She said softly, squatting down to your height and placing her hands on your shoulders. "Are my castles Aphrodite."

Your lip began trembling as tears once again burned in your eyes. No one had ever talked to you this way, and out of all people it was your own lady? You knew she spoke the truth, she hated liars.

Before you knew it, she had kneeled down and pulled you into another hug once again. Her large hand rubbed your back as you nuzzled into her shoulder, inhaling her scent and god she smelled lovely.

"You are absolutely magnificent y/n, don't let them tell you otherwise. I know what it's like. People back in my time, when I was still human, they never liked my looks. Not because I was heavy, no, but because of how I am proportioned. I was called countless names, some made me cry the way you have been crying. But I learned to love and embrace what they didn't like and how to make myself look good."

She pulled away, gently pushing you infront of her to take a good look at you.

"I will call my sister later today and we will get you some dresses that you feel comfortable in. Hm? How does that sound?"

She smiled, and so did you. Smiling from one ear to the other in fact. You quickly nodded at her words.

"It sounds fantastic, my lady."

Alcina pointed to a batch of black roses.

"Do you see that one rose that looks different than the others? It has more of a purplish hue.. the petals are bigger, more voluminous.." She drifted off, her eyes finding yours again as you nodded once more.

"Sometimes looking different and being bigger isn't a bad thing, draga mea. That rose is my favourite in the whole batch."

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muffinsin · 4 months

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I got this angst idea

can you do on how would the dimi sisters react to accidentally killing their fem s/o when they were on a uncontrollable rampage and they couldn’t recognise anything, all they had on their minds was to kill (can be from sucking blood or using their sickle) but then they smell the blood of their partner and that’s when they snap out of it and realise they harmed their partner. The sisters cry, apologise, and beg for their partner to not die

So much angst recently- are y’all okay?👀😳 but I’ll gladly get into it!👀🙌

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Bela

It’s so rare she is in a frenzy. She didn’t think it would ever happen again

Perhaps, if she considered it a possibility, she would have not assured you you’re safe with her

She can’t even remember what happened;

In one moment she tried the new, enhanced version of Sanguis Virginis, in the next she is racing through the castle near foaming at the mouth

She sees red, and nothing else

All her senses are hyper, so much so they seem dull, almost. She can no longer recognize what is going on, all she can think about is blood

She tastes it on her tongue as body after body drops on the floor

She is unstoppable, powerful and fast like she has never been before

Bela is a predator, now more than ever

And sadly, this makes you prey

She does not notice it is you who screams for help as she chases yet another maid through the halls of Castle Dimitrescu

As fast as you attempt to run, however, it is no use

You slam a door shut behind you, and still she easily reappears at the other side

You feel her sickle in you before you can take off again, and she crackles sadistically and hungrily

She practically feels the blood in the air, the scent, yet she can’t place it, not yet

She’s on you within a second, sickle brought down on your chest harshly. You eye the window to your right, considering it the only way to save your life

And still, as you reach for it, and Bela even is too lost to take notice, you find you can’t do it

How can you put her life at risk to save yours?- she often asks herself the opposite later on- how can you not?!

Bela does not notice her antics, not until she digs her teeth into her prey’s skin and blood pours from your neck and overwhelms her

She knows this scent…!

Golden eyes widen when the picture in front of her is finally no longer blurred

You are beneath her, bleeding, unconscious, still

She doesn’t need to check for a heartbeat, she knows no human could survive the gashes and slashes across your skin, the bite that outright would have killed you if you weren’t gone long already

She still checks, hopeful, and a single tear rolls down her face as she stares at you in bewilderment

Then, she grips your shoulders tightly, shaking frantically as she calls out your name

“PLEASE! Wake up! Wake up!”

She screams, loud and pained, and begs you to wake up

For minutes she repeats this, begging and crying until she finds your outstretched hand to the window

She considers it, and in her pain, reaches for its handle

But pain solves no pain, and so she feels herself tugged backwards by strong, gloved sets hands, her sisters by her side as they heard her scream, and desperately pulling to avoid the deathly sting of the cold wind outside

Bela relents, her eyes slipping shut in her exhaustion

In the days, weeks, months to come she cannot come to terms with it. She blames herself, and visits your grave daily to beg for forgiveness

Only when she begs once whether you will forgive her, and flowers bloom, does she start healing

Cassandra

She prides herself on her ability to control herself

Sure, she gets angry, but never would she hurt those she loves

If she had just known what would happen, she would have never taken you on a hunt with her

But it wasn’t something new! She trained you, and you often accompanied her

And all was going normally, until the snowstorm had started

Of course, your primary concern was Cassandra, and you were hers

However, this changed

For when the air became bitingly cold and Cassandra felt flies dropping dead within seconds, her hands and face freezing- her heart slowing…it was pure survival

She needed heat

She needed blood

In one moment she calls for you to ensure your safety, in another she calls out for you to run

She is a hunter, chasing her prey

The cold spurs her on, and it isn’t long until she finds you. You reek of her, after all

With the techniques she has taught you, you at first believe you stand a chance

When she lunges for you, you evade

But truly- there doesn’t seem to be a politics outcome to this if she cannot calm down

Either she does catch up to you, or freezes in the cold, your love lost forever to her greatest weakness

As she screams in agony at the cold biting into her flesh, you hesitate when you should’ve ran

She is on you within seconds and doesn’t hesitate. Sharp claw-like nails dig into your flesh, ripping open your chest as though it was made of rubber

You scream, and she cannot hear it

You suppose, you can be thankful that your death is fast

And still, it pains you to see her fuming and shaking in your last moments

It was never supposed to go this way

With your heart removed, you are unable to stay alive and away as you want to

Cassandra shivers and screams from the cold, yelling and cursing angrily at the pain

Eventually, the storm lets up, and so does her primal instincts to keep warm

However, when she looks down and notices the blood all over her and your gutted body in front of her, she feels sick

Never before has she felt this, but the acid feeling in her throat is only a small warning for her

She swarms away fast as she vomits, staring at your body laying on the snowy ground

She runs to you again, even as the snow has her feel as though her ankles will break any moment

“Please, nononono, no please!”, she begs. She knows she cannot repair what has happened, and no amount of healing can bring you back

Still, she cries and begs you to wake up

She does not move from the spot until she is eventually found by her mother after days, half frozen in place. She doesn’t mind. She is willing to die by your side as you had died by hers

When she is lifted from your dead corpse, she doesn’t object

She doesn’t have any strength left within her, hungry and thirsty, exhausted to the bone and spent after days of nothing but sobbing and throwing up

As months pass, she begins to come to terms with what happened

One thing however, is clear to her more than ever before:

The villagers were right. The maidens were

Cassandra Dimitrescu is a monster, and you lied whenever you told her differently

Daniela

Daniela writhes on the ground, screaming, crying, growling

The bear trap around her leg pains her so much, the snow under her even more so

Where is her family?! It must have been two days of her laying helpless in the snow, through the cold night in which she didn’t dare believe she would make it out of alive, through storm and rain

She’s so hungry, thirsty, cold

Never before has she felt this way, unless maybe right at the beginning of her newborn life

When she hears someone approach, she feels both hope and fear

“Dani!”

Your voice fills her with happiness, relief, then fear. You can’t be here!

She feels herself lose control the closer you get, her starved and pained state to blame

“Nonono! Go! Go!”, she screams when you step close to her

Her warning allows you to take a step back as her hand flings in your direction, attempting to grab your ankle

But- it pains you to see the one you love this way; dried tears on her face, makeup ruined and foot trapped by a bear trap, its metal ends digging into her flesh

She’s in so much pain, you can tell

Daniela watches as you circle her, moving to her leg

“Nonono! NO!”, she screams, helpless, as you kneel down

She doesn’t get the chance to tell you not to open the trap, for the moment you pry it open, she lunges for you beyond her control

She sobs as her body seems to work on its own without her command, her teeth digging into your skin

“msor’y” she sobs against your skin

She feels blood running from your wound, more and more. Too much for her to drink

She feels it soothe her aching throat

Even her leg heals fast with the treatment your blood offers the mutant

Still, she cannot tear herself away, hunger’s grip tight on her, thirst taking over

Daniela feels you attempt to push her off, but in your weakened state you cannot even make her budge

Her skin feels warm the more she feeds, and your skin becomes paler the more the forcefully takes

She cries helplessly, and the tears mix with yours. Her chest heaves as you gasp for breath, and use the one you have remaining in your lungs to beg her to stop

When she finally pulls away, golden eyes meet your tried ones

She calls out your name, hands immediately pressing over your wounds- she didn’t even notice how she must’ve dug her teeth in multiple times

She sobs harder upon noticing you attempt to lift your hand to her cheek

She helps you and presses her face against it, whimpering and begging for forgiveness

“You are not to blame”, is all you manage to force out before you close your mouth again

Daniela can’t move, can barely breathe

The blood coating her is all wrong! It feels sickening on her lips and in her mouth

She stays with you until your eyes close too and your heartbeat falters. She cries, and refuses to leave you

As she carries you back to the castle, your words stick with her

“You are not to blame”- it’s difficult for her to believe. And still, it helps her. This last memory of you

This last piece of love in all the pain

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village

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harringrove-cafe · 5 months

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Lord Billy's Winter Wonderland

Disclaimer: These were all Lord Billy's suggestions. We were not going to disagree with him. (Don't worry, I made sure he didn't go overboard! - Harrington)

This menu is a collaborative effort with the talented artist, @adelacreations. They planned this menu and will be providing other lovely surprises from their Resident Evil Harringrove AU for you throughout the month, so please look forward to it!

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Desserts

The Lord's Favourite (Gogosi)

A Romanian sweet pastry similar to filled doughnuts! Fried in oil and lightly dusted with icing sugar! They have a fluffy airy consistency and are often filled! Pick a filling between chocolate, apricot jam, strawberry jam, cream cheese, or feta cheese! Best enjoyed warm!

Sickle Cookies

Traditional gingerbread cookies in the shape of the sickles, Lord Billy's children carry! Frosted with royal icing and what is hopefully cherry syrup and not...blood...

Wolf Claws

A different take on a bear claw pastry! Shaped into Lycan claws, inspired by Lord Billy's beloved son Lucas! Maple and cinnamon flavoured and hopefully...they don't claw your face off!

The Lord's Cupcake

Extra large cupcake fit for someone of Lord Billy's size! A moist, rich dark chocolate cake base topped with a champagne buttercream frosting. Decorated with sugar pearls and delicate sugar flowers, dusted black for the four black roses pinned at Lord Billy's chest.

Moulded Cookie

A dark chocolate cookie base with white chocolate chips. Perfect treat for the moulded in your life.

Especially if they single handedly defeated a power hungry cult leader, isn't that right, Dearest?

- Lord Billy

Drinks

Mulled Sanguis Virginis

Made with one of Lord Billy's most prized and sophisticated wine vintage! Spiced with cinnamon, cloves and citrus. It has an intense flavour and quite a thick bouquet. Lord Billy wouldn't say what the vintage is made of, only that it literally translates to "Maiden's Blood"....

Mocha Mint Cocktail

Chocolate liquer-spiked coffee. Topped with fresh mint leaves or crushed candy canes with a dash of homemade whipped cream.

Orange Brandy Hot Chocolate

(Daddy's Favourite)

Harrington's favourite holiday drink! It uses a brand of his favourite brandy to add to the cocoa. Add orange juice and top with orange zest! Served with a stick of cinnamon.

Mulled Apple Cider

A classic holiday treat! (And the only one that Dustin is allowed to have). Spiced with ginger, nutmeg and cloves.

Eggnog

Another classic holiday treat! Lord Billy and Billy Hargrove are not allowed to drink this. Topped with cinnamon and nutmeg.

Gingerbread Latte

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donna-beneviento-teacups · 8 months

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Beladonna headcanon #7

Bela was particularly sensitive to Donna's voice. She was drinking the rasped words like the finest bottle of Sanguis Virginis.

Noticing she was losing her audience's attention, Donna interrupted her reading and lowered her book to see if something was wrong. Surprised by the interruption, Bela gazed directly into the sole silver eye. As soon as the human eater arched her impeccable eyebrow, the orator knew she would be tonight's main dish...

#resident evil village #re8 #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #beladonna #my work #sketch #one day i'll find the time to learn how to draw...#headcanons

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tu-sugar-mami · 1 year

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So it was all a lie? #2

You can read part 1 here

TW MENTIONS OF MANIPULATION. LOTS OF HEARTBREAK

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The sun was setting by the time Alcina finished her meeting with Mother Miranda. As usual, she had been left with a heavy headache that begged her to take a very well deserved five-minute break accompanied by her trusty wine bottle.

As she stands next to the window taking small sips from her goblet filled to the brim and enjoying the last of the sunlight on her skin, her thoughts drift once again towards you. The maid that was always a bit too rough, she recalls, always harsh but determinate and efficient nonetheless. Alcina had seen the fire behind those deep eyes of yours, your willingness to keep fighting no matter the obstacle; you had proven since the moment you were brought to the castle that you would not back down, even if it costs your life. Danger means nothing to you, and Alcina to this day isn’t sure if that was because the life you had before joining her staff left terrible scars on you, or you simply were too tired to care. Either way, she saw you as a challenge the moment you set foot in her castle.

How long would it take to break that spirit, she had wondered?

Honestly, that was probably her first misstep, an error in her calculating mind. The consequences of her actions hadn’t even registered in her brain until much later, when in a rather inconvenient way she found out that your company wasn’t all that bad.

Then again, it was her doing that let Miranda know of that resilience of yours, and Alcina can recognize that mistake. In her defense, your “three-month-trial” had just finished, and the Lady was impressed by your work, so much in fact that she couldn’t help but to carelessly thank the goddess for the quality batch of maidens that was delivered to her.

Now she can’t help but think that she should have known better.

Many things had happened since that moment, around two years ago, when Miranda ordered her to keep an eye on you to make sure you’d be prepared for the day Eva would be back among the living. Perhaps if Alcina had known back then what would become of her at your mercy, things would have happened differently.

She was hoping to keep you safe from the crow goddess’ beak for a little longer, to have enough time for herself to toy with you before regrettably handing you to your fate, but alas, Miranda’s orders were final.

The Lady wouldn’t admit it, but it took her more time and effort to gain your trust than with any other maid in her many years of existence, and no, Alcina knew you weren’t playing hard to get, but rather you were genuinely wary of every person that tried to approach you. It almost made her feel bad for taking advantage of that weakness you showed in front of her.

After that turbulent start, it had been so easy for Alcina to have you do her bidding with nothing but a flick of her wrist and a single smile. Even more was her delight to know that you had blindly fallen for her charms despite everyone else trying and failing to gain your favor. She was so pleased to have you go through the countless -and quite painful- procedures to become the perfect vessel without letting out so much as a peep if she ordered so. Alcina knew the power she had over you and at first, it was perfect, funny even.

Until it wasn’t.

The landscape soon enough becomes dark when the sun fully settles, and as Alcina is pouring herself a second serving of Sanguis Virginis, a knocking on the door reaches her ears before her eldest daughter comes in through bearing a worrisome expression.

The glass of the goblet shatters against the floorboards as Alcina’s eyes fall onto the very familiar, very torn and way too bloodied jacket dangling from Bela’s hand.

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It’s not unusual for maids to try to escape Castle Dimitrescu and the horrors inside it.

You’re not sure when or how the rumor of the supposed exit started, or even how the info kept its strength until today, because to your knowledge, there hasn’t been a single person that managed to successfully escape. Daniela always makes sure to brag about how she always catches them before they can get too far.

For all you know, the daughters might as well be the ones to have spread that rumor among the maids, although if it was intended for their own amusement or if held any truth, you don’t know.

So far, you don’t think you’ve advanced much, with the complicated turns and dead-ends in the cellar-slash-dungeon only leading you to get lost, by now you wouldn’t be able to return even if you wanted to. You don’t even care anymore, as now anything is better than to keep yourself trapped in the castle with her roaming around.

Oh how you always looked forward to see her around every corner. You yearned to smell her perfume around you, to have her scent mixed with yours, to have her arms surrounding you… and now, all you feel when thinking about her is visceral betrayal, a hurting so intense that is asphyxiating.

But above all, disappointment clutches at your heart…

Alcina Dimitrescu, the very same woman you loved was nothing but the monster everyone said she was.

The blood drinking, the unnecessary –sometimes unsanitary– murders, the fact that she and her daughters aren’t humans, all of that were things you could look past. But knowing, having heard from her very own lips and voice, that you were just a game to her, that all of the paradise she made you live was nothing but her way to mock you, to keep you in line… that is what hurts, and that is what you can’t forgive.

You knew her to be cruel, you knew her to be dangerous and unpredictable, you knew since the moment you met her to keep your distance from that wretched family and yet… she had seemed so genuine, so…real.

It’s difficult to accept that all of the effort Alcina put in her façade was only to reach her goal, but deep down (even if everything you learned about her is a lie), you know her enough to be sure that if the Lady wants something she’ll go on and beyond to achieve it.

To think that you believed her when she so adoringly said she loved you. That you completed her and made her feel human again… that she felt a warmth with you she thought long forgotten. You believed in the fire of her kisses, the desire in her eyes, the tenderness of her touch. Even now, your heart has trouble seeing the truth, and it hurts because you can’t bring yourself to stop loving her, not after she made you feel understood, not after you so blinded by love showed her your most vulnerable side and deepest secrets. You know that you will fall victim again to her charms if you see her, and that is why you need to escape.

Now that you think of it, you could have prepared better for the dangerous trip, maybe stopping at the armory could have helped. Then again, the last thing you wanted was to spend another second in the castle where you could easily stumble upon any of them. At least you had the prudence to pick up a knife from the kitchen before venturing downstairs…

Your heart clenches in your chest at the memories of the woman you love flooding your mind, but pinching your forearm forces yourself to keep focused.

Alcina really did a number on you…

Somehow knowing that you were only meant to be the new body for Mother Miranda’s long dead baby isn’t surprising. It makes sense, you guess, it gives an answer as to what was the thing that made you special enough to keep around for so long instead of being murdered in cold blood for your transgressions against the Ladies of the castle.

Mentally you curse the person who designed the so poorly lit dungeon tunnels for making them so complicated. Not to mention the moroaica infestation that makes it even harder to advance further. They already welcomed warmly you as soon as you descended the stairs and somehow managed to take your jacket.

Somewhere in your mind you vaguely remember Alcina mentioning something about them once being failed experiments, and it’s now that it clicks, the so aforementioned health appointments Alcina made you endure and the new info provided by the conversation you overheard earlier…. If any of those procedures had gone wrong, you could have ended up as another member of the undead maidens roaming in the cellar.

The grip you hold on the stolen knife tightens.

Everything you had, everything you were, you gave it all to Alcina.

Your blood, body… and eventually your heart, all of it you had offered on a silver platter and all of it she took greedily.

Something splashes behind you, but whatever it is remains unknown, for the light doesn’t reach this far deep.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The seconds run on the gold watch on your wrist (a present from Alcina, for the anniversary of your first year together) and make you wonder how long you have left before any of the daughters comes to get you.

Several growls can be heard approaching far too quick for your liking, and the knife on your hand feels slippery thanks to the sweat on your palm.

You were always strong, determined and stubborn, and with Alcina by your side, you felt almost invincible.

Right now though, with your heart broken and your body weak from crying and fighting, you feel too tired to keep moving, and suddenly the idea of surrendering to the moroaica’s swords doesn’t sound all that bad.

You just hope your girls don’t find your body until much, much later, when the incoming horde of undead women finish with you…

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blood-red-ocean · 4 months

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Christmas In The Castle, Part One - Decorating The Tree

Summary: Daniela hears tales of a magical tradition from the Village, and she convinces everyone else to join in.

Category: Fluff Word count: Approx. 2100 words If you see any typos, no you don't <3

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All was quiet in the Castle this evening, snow falling against the windows of the cosy den. The Lady of the castle lounged upon one of the chaise couches, cradling a glass of Sanguis Virginis in one hand and a cigarette holder in the other. The tip of the cigarette glowed, a curl of smoke rising into the air, soon joined by a cloud of smoke expelled from the Lady’s lungs. It was so peaceful, so quiet, she could get lost in her thoughts like this, like she did every night. That was, until a crashing sound from the door startled her from her reverie. The crashing grew louder, Alcina quirking an eyebrow at the clamor. She took another sip of her bloodwine, her eyes trained on the door. It swung open, hitting the wall behind it with a thud.

“Could you perhaps be a little more careful, Heisenberg?” She drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. “The paint on these walls is more valuable than all of your little creations combined."

“Ah, shut the hell up,” Karl huffed. In his hands he held some ropes and he was pulling them, straining with the effort. Bit by bit, the object he had been dragging slid into Alcina’s view, and the powerful aroma of pine needles quickly filled the room. She curled a lip in disdain as white powder fell from the needles of the tree, settling on the floor.

“Could you not have at least cleaned the snow off of it first?”

“You’re lucky I found one that wasn’t crawling with Lycans.” He spoke between grunts of effort. Alcina watched as the tree was slowly dragged across the floor, towards the corner of the den. Karl dropped the ropes and bent over double, catching his breath as he clutched at his knees. “Those bastards are slippery.” Once recovered, he straightened the hat up on his head and threw his hand out, waiting. Some shards of metal zoomed through the doorway into the den, and with a flick of his wrist, the shards arranged themselves into a crude stand. Grunting with effort, and to Alcina’s amusement, Karl grappled with the tree. Once he was done, it stood proudly in the corner of the den, the light from the fireplace reflecting off of it.

“There,” He panted, rubbing is hands together. “Done.”

Alcina took another sip of her wine, trying to accept that there was something from that village in her domain. The scent of the tree permeated her senses, almost overwhelming her. Karl looked over at her and, noting the disdainful look on her face, threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. “Well why did you even ask me to get the ridiculous thing if you don’t like it?” He demanded. “I’ve got things to do!”

“It’s for my daughters,” she responded, languidly swirling the dregs of her wine as she spoke. “Apparently, Daniela heard about some… Traditions for this time of year, from one of the Maidens. Village traditions,” She scoffed. “I don’t see the point, but as soon as she spoke with her sisters, I couldn’t convince them otherwise.”

“Riiiight. Because there’s absolutely nothing that a ten-foot vampiric mutant can do against three 5-foot-something girls.” Karl rolled his eyes, meeting Alcina’s fiery gaze.

“They’re still my daughters, child.” She hissed. “And you’ll do well to—”

She was cut off by the sound of a high-pitched squeal at the doorway. Her heads snapped around, her gaze softening as she saw Daniela, hopping up and down in the spot with her hands to her chest in a show of excitement. Her eyes were alight with childlike wonder and joy, and admittedly, Alcina was pleased to see it.

“You got it!” Daniela squeaked, buzzing excitedly. She seemed to blur, as if her joy made her want to spontaneously transform and zoom around the room. “You got it you got it you got it! Thank you, Mother!” She sped out of view, her voice echoing around the hallway as she called out, “Bela! Cass! She got it!”

Alcina’s lips curled into a small smile as she listened to her daughter’s joyful tone. Karl took a breath as if to speak, but he was cut off as her arm shot out, grabbing him by his throat. He slowly turned to face him, his smirk still playing on his face. “Not a word,” She hissed. “Else I’ll hollow you out and stuff you with straw like all the other manthings.”

Karl raised his hands in surrender and she dropped him to the floor, sputtering. The smirk was still there, though – but before Alcina could threaten him again, the sound of buzzing rose in the hallways, and a large cloud of flies transformed into the three girls. They clambered over each other in their haste to run to the tree, gazing up at in awe with Alcina and Karl watching on. Cassandra reached her hand out to touch the tree, her hand pressing against it. She giggled, pulling her hand back quickly.

“It’s still cold,” She whispered to her sisters. She reached out again and patted the tree as if it were a household pet. To Daniela’s other side, Bela crossed her arms as she considered the tree. “So… What do we do now?” Bela asked, turning to her youngest sibling.

“Oh. Um…” Daniela tilted her head, looking up at the tree. “Oh, right! The Maiden said we should decorate it? With… Lights? And ornaments? I asked the Duke to get some stuff on his next trip, let me go and see if he came back yet!”

Alcina took her seat again, pouring herself another glass of wine. Karl stood awkwardly in the corner, levitating a small piece of metal and contorting it into different shapes. The two of them remained silent as the minutes stretched on, the only sound in the room being that of the flames in the fireplace. Karl was the first to speak up, his tone nonchalant as he said, “I thought you were a socialite back in the day. You really didn’t do this before?”

Alcina sipped her wine, not answering him at first. And then, “It never interested me. I never saw the point, really.”

“And those three?”

“They don’t remember their life before the Cadou.”

Her answer was short and tense, not leaving room for further conversation. Karl sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets – she noted that without his large hammer, he seemed to not know what to do with his hands. He rocked back and forth on his feet, and she felt ready to snap at him to be still or leave – but just as she opened her mouth, her daughters returned, each of them carrying a wooden crate full of… Well, whatever it was, it sparkled. Daniela had a sheepish look on her face as she entered the room, and said, “Uh, Mother? We… We brought some more guests.” Not one to chastise her daughters very often, Alcina just closed her eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Footsteps followed the three girls as they entered the room, and Alcina looked up to see Donna entering the den, lacking her veil but still with her hair falling over her scars, Angie in her arms; Mother Miranda, whose hands were folded before her as she peered around the room, intrigued; And Moreau, who clung to Miranda’s skirts with one hand. Alcina took a large swig of her wine.

“I heard there was something interesting going on,” Miranda murmured, her eyes settling on the tree. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela were riffling through the boxes, pulling out lengths of shimmering, sparkly material and round, colourful orbs, all of which they delicately started laying on the branches of the pine tree. They talked among themselves as they went, occasionally squabbling and removing and replacing some of the items. “This is certainly interesting indeed.”

Donna slunk back into the shadows, but Angie ran around of her own accord, joining the tree girls at the tree. After a moment of chatter, Angie started to haphazardly take things from the boxes and throw them towards the lower branches of the tree, cackling maniacally. Donna herself had a small smile on her face, and Alcina realized it was the first time she had really ever seen her genuinely smile. Even Miranda’s usually strict and stern expression seemed softer, and despite herself, Alcina felt herself relax a little and smile herself, watching her daughters work.

After some minutes, the three girls stood back and looked at the tree, whose branches were now heavy with the burden of various decorations. As Alcina looked on, she noted that the decorations perfectly matched the Castle’s colours, golds and ruby reds and emerald greens. The dancing flames in the fireplace reflected off of them, making the decorations seem almost alive.

“Hey, everyone,” Daniela said, moving behind the tree to fiddle with something. “Look at this!” There was a click, and Alcina blinked as a harsh light filled the room. With a few more clicks the light lessened, and there was a moment of collective awe as Moreau, Miranda, Donna and Alcina gazed upon the tree, now shimmering with little golden lights. It was as if someone had attached fireflies to the branches. Angie let out a long ‘woooowwwww’ as she looked, and then she scurried back to Donna, who stepped forward.

��It’s… Beautiful.” Donna said, her voice low and soft around the room. Everyone’s heads turned to her – hearing Donna talk was a rarity. It seemed to Alcina that this tradition of the Maiden’s held something more than just silly frivolity.

“We aren’t done yet!” Daniela responded. She took a smaller box from within one of the crates and walked to Alcina, holding something out to her. She placed it in her mother’s hand and Alcina gazed down at it, a small smile playing at her lips. It was a small piece of wood, carved in the manner of the Dimitrescu crest. There was a hole through the top of it and a thin piece of twine was threaded through it. Daniela smiled up at her mother and then moved to Donna, giving her an object of her own. One by one, Daniela gave each person in the room a little ornament, including Moreau, who shied away at first before taking it gently from her, sniffling as he looked at it. Daniela returned to the tree and placed her own ornament on the tree. Alcina could see that it was a carved portrayal of a scene from a book that Alcina gave to her, and that she had reread a thousand times. Bela and Cassandra placed their ornaments on the tree as well, and they stood back.

With the three personalized ornaments handing from the branches of the tree, it began to seem less like an encumbrance and more like something warm, and welcoming. Alcina was the first to step forward after the girls, gently hanging her ornament from a higher branch. Donna followed next, hers being a depiction of some nightshade flowers. The group of them surrounded the tree as they each added their own personal touch, Moreau sniffling as he was finally included in something, hanging the carved form of a mermaid from the branches.

Miranda was the last to add to the tree, watching the rest of them in the observant way she usually did. Bela turned to her and raised her eyebrows in question. “Oh, I really shouldn’t,” Miranda said, though her eyes flicked to the tree as if she desired to. “I don’t really indulge in these kinds of… Festivities.”

“Come on, Miranda,” Karl piped up. “If this mountain can do it, you can too.” His laughter sounded around the room, not deterred at all by the whack that Alcina gave to the back of his head. With a small sigh and the faintest of smiles, she stepped forward, delicately hanging the wooden carving of a raven on a branch. With her actions, the room was filled with a new energy – it felt as if any of the usual tension and animosity melted away, and there was a sense of peace in each of them. Alcina felt as if she were beginning to understand this tradition. Cassandra came to her side and pressed something into her hand. It was small, and felt fragile. Alcina brought her hand up to see that she had been given a small star, crafted out of thin gold wire woven together.

“For the top,” Cassandra said, taking Alcina’s hand and pulling her towards it. Alcina smiled down at her daughters and reached out, placing the star atop the tree where it seemed to glow. She stepped back again and, with her daughters hugging her legs, she looked on with the rest of them as the magic of the decorated tree settled over them.

Daniela in particular was flushed with happiness, her eyes filled with starry, childlike wonder.

#horror #resident evil #holiday fic #christmas fic #resident evil fic #fanfiction #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #angie beneviento

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alcinadimitrescu44 · 11 months

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PLAY SANGUIS VIRGINIS SIMULATOR HERE!

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ghost-n-butteredtoast · 1 year

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I have a prompt if you want it. What do the RE8 women and reader do while spending the evening/night by a cozy fire? Do they play games? Read books to each other? Cuddle the fuck out of each other? I need yo know.

A nice little prompt to get me thinking outside the box a bit... LET'S GET COZY BY THE FIREPLACE, SHALL WE? 🔥

Alcina

On a nearby table, Alcina adjusted the contents of a tray a maid had dutifully left for the Lady: a bottle Sanguis Virginis for herself, and a bottle of the newest blend she had created for you, a sweet red – blood-free, of course, and two wine glasses.

She smirks as she drapes a blanket over the back of the leather couch in case you get cold, but she knows you won’t need it.

A knock at the door, and a maid announces your arrival. Alcina glances at you over the back of the couch. “Ah, draga. Come join me, won’t you?” You enter the room and the maid closes the door behind you.

Alcina had mentioned something about a gift of sorts earlier in the day, but you were not expecting this. She stands up from her seat on the couch, and as she turns to you, she slowly unties her black silk robe revealing her surprise: miles of black lace and porcelain skin that glows in the light of the fire.

She reaches out to you, takes your hand, and leads you to the area in front of the fireplace where red velvet pillows lay atop a plush white rug.

The logs in the fireplace crackled, the flames low. You offer to stoke the fire, but your eyes are unable to leave the woman who was now kneeling before you. Alcina gathers your shirt in her fists pulling you closer.

Even though you are now eye to eye with her, you still see her robe slide down her shoulders as she takes you into her strong arms. She nuzzles your neck, and nips and licks her way up to the shell of your ear before whispering…

“You needn’t bother with the fire, draga mea. Allow me to keep you warm tonight.”

Donna

Donna plans a cozy evening by the fire for just the two of you.

She makes a deal with Angie to leave the both of you alone, promising to take her to see the Dimitrescu daughters tomorrow for fun and games. Donna also locks up the kitchen knives for the evening, making the doll pout.

You bring a pile of books you’ve slowly been making your way through. Donna has laid her current knitting project and a few balls of yarn on the couch.

She brings in a tray of tea and cookies and places it on the table next to your books. “I thought you might read aloud while I knit. I do so love hearing your voice.” This makes you smile as you pour tea for two.

After nibbling on a cookie, Donna randomly selects a book from your pile… Death in the Garden: Poisonous Plants and Their Use Throughout History. “Sounds fascinating. Tell me what you have learned, amore mia.”

She knits, and you read. You sit with your back against the arm of the couch; your feet stretched towards her. Her posture is straight as an arrow at first, but she relaxes as you continue to read.

While you were engrossed in your book, you failed to notice Donna had abandoned her knitting project. She had been watching you, her sweet smile giving way to a yawn. “My apologies.” She says shyly. The warmth of the fire and your voice soothes me.”

You use a stray piece of yarn to mark your place in the book before crawling across the couch to Donna. She presses a kiss into your hair after covering you both with a blanket. “Comfortable, mia cara?”

“Mmm, very,” and you continue to read until the fire dies, falling asleep curled up next to each other.

The Dimitrescu Daughters

It’s a dark and stormy night. Alcina has had a long day. She asks you to keep the girls entertained while she bathes and tries to rid herself of “this infernal headache.” You kiss her and reassure her you can keep the girls out of trouble.

The girls were known to terrorize the maids morning, noon, and night – the time of day didn’t matter, but they just found it exceptionally thrilling to do so on nights like these.

Before they can set off to gallivant throughout the castle, you tell them you have a better idea and to meet you in the library. You instruct them to start up the fireplace while you grab a few supplies.

When you return, you find the girls sitting next to the fire: Bela picks at her nails while Cassandra and Daniela play Rock Paper Scissors. Daniela wins again, Cassandra tackles her sister, and you intervene, slapping and yelling at them to quiet down while pulling the brunette off the redhead. Cassandra playfully snaps at you (at least you think she is playing). “This had better be good.” She says staring you down.

You dump the bag of marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolates out onto the floor in front of the girls. “What the hell is this?” Cassandra asks.

“S’mores. I am going to show you how to make s’mores and then we are going to tell scary stories.”

The process of showing the girls how to make s’mores was…a messy one. The maids were going to be pissed, but the girls thoroughly enjoy themselves. Bela had some grace in construction and eating, Cassandra cursed as she set several marshmallows on fire, flinging them across the room as she tried to extinguish them (you had to run after the blazing balls of goo, making sure they didn’t set fire to anything else), and Dani hummed and smiled as she bit into her s’more, marshmallow and chocolate oozing out the sides and running down her chin.

They gathered around to listen to your tale of terror. The fire is warm, and the lightning flashes through the large skylight above. Surprisingly, they stay focused and do not budge, until you release a jump scare on them causing them to scream and swarm to their mother.

You are quite pleased with yourself; you, the silly little human who scared the Dimitrescu girls.

Minutes later, Alcina enters the room to find you on your back, laughing hysterically, popping the last s’more into your mouth. “Draga?” She growls. Her beautiful white negligee, your favorite, is now covered in chocolate hand prints and smudges where the girls had grabbed at her. She smiles, but it is terrifying, which trumps your scary story jump scare.

“You…look…beautiful…sweetheart?” You wince. “I’ll be up to bed shortly…I’ll just...clean all this up and-,”

“Oh, no!” She shakes her head. “This…” she gestures at her attire, “is now off limits. You can sleep in the guestroom tonight!”

Miranda

The priestess sat at her desk doing work while you sat on the couch. Occasionally, you would ask if there was anything you could get her. She would respond with a curt “no,” or simply dismiss you with a flick of the wrist.

You walk to the fireplace and start a fire. “What are you doing?” She grumbles without looking at you.

You tell her you were a bit chilly, and thought a fire might help, that you would prepare some tea and she was welcome to join you if she was able to take a break.

Miranda was a bit cold, as she had not moved much for the past several hours, but she was unwilling to abandon her work entirely, opting to take a few journals over to the couch.

Smiling up at her, you curl your legs up closer to your body, making room for the regal woman. She nods when you hand her a cup of tea. She rarely says thank you.

She is not much for conversation, ever really, but especially while she works. Her beauty is captivating, and you can not help but steal glances as she reads and takes notes. Her brilliance and madness, both stemming from love and pain, only add to that beauty.

“You’re watching me. Why?” She asks without looking at you.

Of course, she notices. She sees all. She knows all. “I’m sorry,” you say, shivering as you look away embarrassed.

A black feathered wing spreads out to you, fluttering gently as if beckoning you to come closer. Miranda clears her throat but continues to work, not saying a word.

Cautiously you crawl over to her and lay your head against her arm. She wraps her wing around you to keep you warm. As she continues to work, you stroke her feathers until you fall asleep.

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Alcina is very mad

Alcina: *Fuming about something as she paces around her study*

Y/N: *Walks in* Hey, babe!

Alcina: *Muttering to herself, distractedly nods at Y/N*

Y/N: ??? Hey, what’s wrong, Alci?

Alcina: *Sighs* I’m sorry, draga. I’m just angry at these stupid villagers. *Takes a sip of her Sanguis Virginis*

Y/N: Hmm? Why? *Walks over to Alcina and hugs her*

Alcina: *Puts her arm around Y/N* One of those idiots said that I’m a bad mother! Me! Can you imagine?! He’s clearly an imbecile! *Sniffs disdainfully*

Y/N: *Furrows their brow in confusion* Wait, why though?

Alcina: Because he once saw Daniela eating dirt and bugs in front of the castle.

Y/N: >:0 What the fuck?! Why did she do that?!

Alcina: *Shrugs dismissively* I don’t know. The body knows what it needs, I guess. *Rolls her eyes* Anyway, that happened a long time ago! Who cares?!

Y/N: Oh, so she doesn’t do it anymore?

Alcina: Of course not! *Murmuring to herself* Well, only sometimes.

Y/N: *Heading over to the door* So, if I went outside right now I wouldn’t find Dani snarfing a mudpie?

Alcina: *Quickly grabs Y/N by the collar of their shirt, pulls them back* I didn’t say that.

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To my exhausted brain, somehow the bug cannibalism seems a little bit worse than the people cannibalism. I hate this.

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acousticmalta · 2 years

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IT’S ME! I’m obsessed with your Maid…v interested in 1on1 relationships and what you have so far for character development/the future 👀 Saw your art on Instagram and launched my ass back to Tumblr after so long 😭

(CW unhealthy ship dynamics probably)

Thank you for all the love on my RE8 maid oc and for giving me an excuse to talk more about her. I love receiving questions!! 🫶🫶

I guess today I'll talk about one on one relationships and how I imagine dynamics work collectively at Castle Dimitrescu. @ other ppl reading this, you might need to read my previous response to have more context

Just to make it clear, I will reiterate that the Dimitrescu family members pursue the maid individually (no incest🙅‍♀️). The maid is in a romantic/sexual poly relationship with each Dimitrescu but the Dimitrescu are NOT amongst themselves. They do not mind the maid being shared inside the family, they're not jealous of each other and they do not bother with human morals on what relationships should be or look like

If they ever fight about the maid, it's probably the Dimitrescu daughters arguing because they want to spend more time with the maid and they have to share her time throughout the day. But no fights regarding her poly relationship

I understand if this is not your cup of tea and you don't have to keep reading if this is not something you feel comfortable with or interested in. Please just go on with your day and leave me be 👍👍👍👍👍👍

Also there's NO dubious-con or non-con whatsoever here. All the relationships and dynamics stated here and in the future are very consented. I want to make this very clear

The daughters are the first to notice the maid, maybe because of her reserved and mysterious nature (or the fact that she likes bugs) that they felt immediately pulled in towards her. They became quickly and completely obsessed about her to the point it was disrupting the everyday maid's work schedule and the sisters' duties as well

That's when Lady Dimitrescu also picked an interest in this maiden too, being the first ever to cause such an impact to the house and seeing in her all the potential

Lady Dimitrescu, who is the most sane figure in the household had to step in because her daughters' effusive nature was surely going to be soon the end of this recently employed woman given how she was womanhandled. She was a just discovered hidden gem and Lady Dimitrescu had never had to set boundaries regarding human playthings but all of them are very intense and most of the time violent so placing some limits was necessary if they wanted her to survive them

The maid was hired to serve the house of course but with the intention of being eventually turned into Sanguis Virginis when needed like any other virgin maiden of the castle staff. This was soon up to debate inside the family cell as they quickly realized they couldn't possibly dispense of this maiden in particular. Too lovely, too enticing, too delicious to be consumed in one sit

So until it was fully decided what to do with such an exceptional case, they basically set aside the maid's virginity as the limit. Otherwise, almost anything was allowed (always consented, if I need to reaffirm it)

It turns out to be a harder restriction than anticipated and everybody is about to break the pact all the time. Maybe more on this another day… although I already spoiled this in my previous post very briefly 🫣

(I will continue this post in a comment because tumblr is homophobc and won't let me post everything in one post, it's too long boohoo)

#i'm cringe but i'm free #RE8 #Resident evil #Village #maid

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