#Elena lupu x oc

[arimakafu]

Happy birthday to me! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[jas-the-shrimp]

Plushy version of @arimakafu 's ship! DIDHSHSH I love them both sm

THANK YOU ARRIIIIIIUIARADJDODSKSK

Also rhein's not rlly mad they just banter like that guys 🫶🫶🫶

[arimakafu]

Their dynamic in a nutshell (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE MEME @sirpennyped

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[akariin1219]

another oc post but not Essenza related!!

OC BELONGS TO MY MOOT, @arimakafu!!! (just a lil doodle of them!!)

[saintsofwarding]

BURIAL

Epilogue

"Hello, Karl."

"Hey, Donna. A corpse! Is that a present for me?"

"No. She is not a corpse." A pause. "Is that a piece of my front gate embedded in your skull?"

"...Or am I just happy to-"

"Don't be disgusting."

"Heh." He yanked it loose with a wet crackle and tossed the bloody chunk of wrought iron into the snow. "So why are you hauling her around, then, huh? Can't be for the sentiment."

"You're much better at matters of the flesh than I am."

"Oh, I see. So you want me to put her back together, not saw her apart?" He snorted. "Waste of a good body is all I'm saying."

"Can you help me or not?"

"Guess it was you, then?"

"Me?" Donna asked, all innocence.

"Mommy Dearest went up the mountain but she never came down." A long pause. His glasses shone in the first of the dawn light. "Did you do it?"

"Yes."

Heisenberg smiled. There was none of his former gleeful malice in it, no bared teeth or mania edging madness.

"Huh," he said.

He seemed, for a heartbeat, to waver, as if unmoored, as if overcome. Perhaps to compensate, to do something, anything, with his hands, he reached up and hooked his finger over the arm of his spectacles, tugging them down from his face.

Donna lifted her brow. His face. Strange; she'd never taken him in, not really. He was covered in scars, a cross-hatch of them over cheekbones and forehead, glistening white through his beard-scruff, one nearly slicing his face in half. Had she ever seen his eyes before? She didn't remember. They were deeply shadowed, bruised, sockets nicked with scar tissue. And they were pale blue-gray, nearly colorless, clear as water when the light hit them.

"So many goddamn years," he muttered. "Feels strange. Too quiet."

"Yes. I know."

He wouldn't thank her. She didn't know if he was capable of such things. But he looked down at Elena lying still and cold on the rug Donna had used to drag her body from the house. The candlelight from Claudia's grave flickered over her face, her parted lips, her closed eyes. Her hand was curled around the remnants of the yellow flower that had saved them both.

"It's not worth it, you know," Heisenberg told Donna.

"What?"

"Giving yourself over. Surrendering yourself to what you can't control. It'll make you weak. And that'll be what destroys you, in the end."

Donna gave him a look. "Bold words for a man who let himself be thrown off a cliff."

He jabbed a finger at her, dangerously close to her nose. "Mention that ever again and I'll crush your fuckin' skull."

"Are you going to help me or not? She's dying."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Karl."

"What?"

She set her hand, lightly, on his arm. "Thank you."

He didn't pull away. "...Whatever."

***

Breeze, dawn sky.

The rustle of leaves.

The distant sound of birdsong.

She thought for a moment her eyes were closed, and she was seeing the veins in her eyelids. As her vision focused, she realized they were not veins, but branches.

She lay on the ground, on a nest of blankets and rugs and throw pillows from the house, dusty green velvet incongruous amidst the snowdrifts and fallen branches. And graves. She was in the garden, deep amidst the hedges, and gravestones rose from the snow, candlelight playing over the rime of frost that covered them.

Her mouth tasted of bitter herbs and medicines. Her whole body ached, but it was a good pain, a healing ache, and when she lifted her hands to the light she saw even her palm had been bandaged. She moved her fingers through the light. It felt real.

This felt real.

"You're awake."

Elena looked up. Donna knelt at a nearby grave, a candle cupped in her palms. She'd draped her mother's green velvet dressing-gown over her shoulders, and the earth at her knees was fresh-dug, loamy and dark as the night.

A recent burial. For whom? Elena licked her lips. "Well. I couldn't leave you like that."

"I'm grateful. Do you feel all right?"

"...Compared to what?"

Donna laughed softly. The sound was hoarse, lovely. Elena pushed herself to her knees. The wind stirred her loose hair. Someone had combed it out, had cleaned it, had sponged the blood from her face and hands. It all felt so clean. The air, the wind in her lungs, her mind. Like a great weight had been lifted from it.

"I do," she said. "I feel...lighter."

"He helped," Donna said, nodding toward the treeline. Elena followed her gaze. Heisenberg's familiar broad silhouette stood there, smoke twining from his cigar.

Elena paused. She lifted a hand. A careful, neutral wave.

He didn't approach. He just reached up to touch the brim of his hat, then turned on one heel and sauntered away, soon lost in the mist.

"He made sure your head was all right," Donna went on. "I do hope he didn't dig around too much while he was back there."

"I'll live." She rose, carefully. Her body creaked and protested; she felt ninety years old, full of aches and shooting pains, but she managed the few steps to Donna and settled by her side. "Who are you burying?"

"Violeta, and Angie. They deserve a grave."

Elena swallowed, remembering Angie's scream of anguish. "What you did...I don't know what to say, how to thank you, but-"

"No." Donna put her hand on Elena's knee. "No mourning. It was time. Now it's my turn to be alive."

She set the candle by the gravestone, and together they watched it flicker and dance in the breeze.

"Donna," Elena began. "I...um."

"Yes?"

"I should have said why I was there, back at the beginning. When you first saved my life. I should have told you everything. Maybe then, I could...I don't know, have saved my father. He was the reason for all this. Miranda offered this assignment in exchange for sparing his life."

"Your father?"

Elena nodded. She swiped tears from her eyes. "Now he's gone, and it's all on me. Saints- I'm sorry, I don't mean to..."

"Go ahead and cry. It's all right."

"No. No, it's not."

"What happened to him?"

"She took his memories. Did something to him...inside, I don't know. I don't know."

Donna seemed to consider this for a while.

"Well," she said, "perhaps I could help."

"...What?"

"I am good with matters of the mind. And with Miranda...missing, perhaps her influence might wane. Who knows."

She paused.

"We can all begin to dream again," she said.

Elena tipped her head back. Light had begun to spill into the sky, and it was clear as glass, all watercolor blooms and opalescence, clouds clearing from what would surely be a perfect winter morning.

"What will happen to all of them, down in the village?" she said. "Without her? We've been Miranda's for so long, I'm not sure any of us know how to survive without her."

"I do not know. I suppose...we'll all have to find our own way."

Elena nodded.

"Well," she said, "I know where mine begins."

"...Oh?"

She brushed a strand of Donna's hair, tenderly, behind her ear. "Don't play smart, Beneviento. With you."

"Hush," Donna murmured, smiling as she lifted her hands and pulled Elena's face to her own. "Quiet, now."

"My lady," Elena whispered, and captured her smile with her lips.

***

(Are you happy, out there?)

(Never mind. Don't answer. Let me tell you a story)

(You told me so many of your stories)

Once upon a time, as never before- because if there wasn't, we wouldn't have to say it- there was a mountain valley hidden from the world. The rivers and the wind spoke of crystal cities, and sleeping gods, and saints with wolves' heads, and conquesting heroes from a glittering past. Blood queens, and fish kings, and great sorcerers who sing to metal, and who can heal the dying, too, despite all evidence to the contrary...

(You held me like a sleeping child. My white limbs reassembled, broken and mangled. My gift all crystal in my skull. You gathered my pieces from the deep belly of the house and you took me through the forest, a procession like you once had performed for little lost Claudia. A funeral for a doll. And you buried me in the dark earth and at last there was silence)

...And of warding-saints, carved in stone, guardians of the valley borders for so many centuries, watching all who entered and left these lands. So many had not left for so long. But they were patient, and were content to wait, deep in the Black God's dreams.

A long time this valley had slept. A long time, trapped in amber. A long cold wait for the saints, a long time spent in only the company of their god. But they smelled the bonfires, at last, the smoke rising from the village at the valley's heart to fill the morning sky with the scent of ending.

Of beginning?

Perhaps they're one and the same. A moon sets, and a sun rises. Should you know the rest? Perhaps, perhaps. Though I think you already know the whole story.

(I hope you are happy)

(I miss you)

(But I see now it always had to be this way)

(Nothing lasts forever. Not even us)

(And in the end, you found a way to live, and I can't help but be glad of that. That was all I wanted, really, when it comes down to the meat of the matter.

Besides. I can't be angry. You're a part of me, little mouse, like I was a part of you.

So go on.

Live.

For the two of us)

[azne09]

Resident evil village fic exept the villagers are all alive and the 'survivors' of the game are important characters.

Im having so much fun writing my fic because there's so little infos about theses characters, I can make lots of headcanons about them :)

If anyone's interested, I might drop a quick resume of the fic since it's still a WIP

[highlifeboat]

Your top 5 non-canon ships on this blog😁

I dunno if it's okay to include the OC ships. I'm assuming it is because that technically counts as non canon and considering you're saying on this blog specifically, of course I'm gonna.

(Ranked from Most Fave to Least Fave)

Number 1 - Daximus. This ship makes me FERAL, I fucking love them. Arguably the healthiest ship on this blog, too. Like Daniela and Max have open communication, they cater to each other, there's no feeling of "One protects the other", they put in equal effort. (Plus their Start Point to Relationship timeline is my favourite)

Number 2 - Zia. A classic. Two women just trying to live their lives during/after a horrifically traumatic event. I love this ship. It's full of angst and major hurt/comfort. I have so many thoughts about it. Plus I just think Mia and Zoe are cute together and I'm upset they don't really get to speak to one another in canon. (I like to think they were talking while Lucas had them tied up in the boat house).

Number 3 - Miacina. The classic. The ship that started me on this crusade and still goes hard. Love it. It's cute, it's sweet, and I think Alcina deserves a wife and so does Mia. I forget… why I started shipping them, but that doesn't matter. Has kind of a strange "Beauty and the Beast" vibe imo. Also lets Mia have a bit of a corruption arch (very attractive) (On par with Zia, but slightly lower)

Number 4 - Belena. Adorable, beautiful, they deserve happiness. I know they kind of just exist in the background of things, but I really do love the pair. I feel like they're the most "domestic fluff" of all the ships. Which is probably why they don't get brought up much (considering the blog runs on angst and I just haven't thought up any good Bela or Elena angst in a while)

Number 5 - Mecassa. Again, adorable, very sweet, I love the "Tough bitch is emotional for her smol girlfriend" thing. This one's the lowest because... I dunno. I guess I haven't thought about them a lot. Still love it, though. (Canadian AU Mecassa is THRIVING in my head more than Main AU Mecassa. No I don't know why.)

[blu3pers]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38327263/chapters/95947945

My friends are starting to be concerned about my newest fixation and how much I write. Little do they know that this only fuels my powers >:D

[arimakafu]

SKETCHBOOK DUMP!

My camera quality is terrible, I'm sorry (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

[arimakafu]

Rhein Alejo but as a sprite in Resident Lover! + Drew Elena's sprite because I love her (and they're my daughter's girlfriend). (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[arimakafu]

Her name's Rhein Alejo! I ship her with Elena since I thought the trope "People pleaser + Overworker x Nonchalant + Coffee shop Barista." is kind of cute. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

[arimakafu]

One of Elena's love language is writing affirmations on Rhein's coffee cups everyday. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[arimakafu]

[arimakafu]

Fell first × Fell harder (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

(Fighting against art block with a new brush).

[arimakafu]

Meanwhile Rhein:

[arimakafu]

Another sketchbook dump!

+ Rhein's beta design (Initially thought of shipping her with Bela but it doesn't really work out for me).

+ Some more of Rhein's beta design that I recently drew

+ Also Elena with glasses since I gave my Elena plushie some glasses

(I apologize again in advance since my camera quality and lighting are terrible).