#SylverStorms

[sylverstorms]

How the K/DA members react to their fans demanding a kiss on-stage:

Akali is hesitant, at first, but only for your sake. She turns to face you while the crowd endlessly chants your ‘ship’ name, making sure her fringe covers her searching gaze from the cameras. The same deep, ocean blues that shine like azurites underneath the glittery floodlights, that you absolutely cannot meet without your cheeks feeling like they’re bursting into flames. 

Whatever she sees in you during those stolen seconds must be enough for her, because the next heartbeat she has taken a brave step forward, warm hands cradling your jaw and neck like something utterly fragile and completely precious. The last thing you see is her faint, private smile drawing closer before you instinctively close your eyelids...

Just like that she’s kissing you. Slim, balmy lips caress your own, soft as cotton and far gentler than you could have ever imagined –and you did dare imagine this, during moments of weakness in lonely nights. She starts out slow, gives you time to relax into it before her mouth parts slightly against yours, asking for more. 

On one hand, you’ve already given much more than what your thirsty fans asked for. You should stop. You should, but… you feel her pull you closer, the tremble of her breath against your lips. And that does you in. The very tips of your tongues meet and move together for a heated, electric moment you both savor like fine wine, before you break apart, chuckling in embarrassment.

Gods above, your stomach is filled with butterflies. 

Seeing the red color dusting her beautiful face, you think maybe you’re not the only one who has them. 

Kai’sa hugs you easily –it’s almost a habit by now– at the end of the concert, yet turns beet-red the millisecond people start demanding you kiss. She steps back, refuses to meet your eye as the voices get louder, but you both know your fans will not stop until they are appeased. With a deep breath, you accept your fellow popstar is never going to make the first move, therefore the task falls onto you. 

You touch her waist gently, assuringly. Gorgeous violets shyly rise to meet your gaze. Surely, your eyes convey, a kiss between the two of you is not the end of the world. You always cuddle when watching movies with the group, you have fallen asleep in the same bed, once or twice. Both of you think the other is good-looking and there’s solid trust between you. This doesn’t have to be awkward.

Kai’sa seems to agree as she places one hand on your shoulder and the other finds yours. Your free palm slides to her side, caressing the bare skin at the cuts of her tight-fitting outfit. You lean in…

Her lips smell like peach gloss, you note before you kiss them. And –oh, she’s so soft and pliable against you. Everything about her is buttery sweetness. No wonder you cannot get enough. What was meant as a chaste peck turns into a legitimate liplock; you’re sucking on her lower lip and the worst –best?– part is that she seems in no rush to pull away.

A soft sound in the back of her throat snaps you out of the daze before your tongue slips into her mouth and this really gets out of control. 

Breaking apart under the sounds of endless cheers, red-faced, Kai’sa squeezes your hand tight. She does not let go. 

Ahri doesn’t seem fazed by the demand, nor did you expect her to be. Her bow-shaped, pink lips merely curve into a slow smile capable of charming the coldest of hearts, crystalline tails ever moving behind her in gentle, hypnotic waves. When she angles her torso towards you, reaches up with graceful fingers to guide her microphone out of the way, her intention clear, you forget what it means to breathe. Ahri fixes you with her smokey, endlessly blue eyes and crooks a finger. 

“Come to me, sweetheart.” she beckons. Still, you hesitate. Until she silently mouths “Don’t you trust me?”  

It isn’t her you don’t trust, it’s your body’s reactions to her. You are placed in a spot where you don’t exactly have a multitude of options, though, so you summon what is left of your courage and walk up to her. As soon as you step close, her arms rise to guide you into her. Her touch trails up your shoulders like water; one hand wraps around your neck, the other weaving through your hair to cup your nape.

“Don’t be afraid.” comes her gentle whisper, practically against the corner of your mouth.

When she kisses you, it is like every dream blossoms to life. Her vanilla scent, her sweet taste, the softness of her tails brushing your legs and sides, all feel like you’re floating, suspended between the clouds and heaven. Ahri’s thumb rolls in little circles underneath your ear and the whine you give has her smiling against you. 

Then her tongue licks over your bottom lip and you nearly die. The velvet trace of it over yours melts you in her arms. With a parting suck on your bottom lip she draws back, flashing the cameras a wink and a brilliant smile.

Meanwhile, her hand still caresses your neck, as if telling you to breathe. 

Uh-oh. That look is burning-hot trouble. It is the definition of eye-sex.

Evelynn already has her arm around your shoulders when the audience starts chanting for you to kiss. No way that’s happening, you muse with a shake of your head. Sadly for them, she doesn’t much care what others think, fans or media, nor does she aim to please anybody other than herself.

You make to extract yourself from her side, except… you find that her hold tightens. The diva turns to you, pins you in place with a liquid smirk and lidded amber eyes peeking above the rim of her mauve sunglasses… 

Your stomach plummets and shatters before she even traps your chin between a thumb and curled pointer, before the deadly sin that is her purple-glossed mouth descends on yours. Her full lips cover your own like smoke, taste like the sweetest poison you can’t help but drink in. Sounds are muted to your ears. Thoughts on your surroundings dissipate. You are in darkness; the only thing you are allowed to feel is her. 

Evelynn does not ask for permission to deepen the kiss; she just takes it. Her thumb guides your mouth slightly more open and then her tongue slithers in, rolling around your own while the fiery seal of her lips never breaks. Your knees nearly give out from underneath you. 

By the time she’s satisfied, pulling back, readjusting her mic with long, manicured fingers, you are left as shaken as a house after an earthquake. You do not hear whatever risque thing she says to the crowd, only feel her thumb wipe the lipstick mark off the corner of your mouth. You have half a mind not to turn into her touch.

Minutes later, you have almost managed to compose yourself. That is, until she leans in again, her breath hovering over your ear this time;

“Darling.” she drawls. “Shall we continue this at the hotel?”  

[voidhri]

And more from this one fic

(now I'll proceed to hide in my corner)

[muffinsin]

Hello muffin! 🩵

I have a few ao3 recommendations for deluded anon!

Any RE8 fics by author LatebutImadeit_09 are all just, *chef's kiss*! 💋🤌🏽💯 The one titled "Split My Heart In Three" is definitely a must-read. (It's a medieval fantasy AU where the fly trio are princesses)

The author Sylverstorms did fics for each daughter/reader, "Anonymity" (Cassie), "Songbird" (Bela), and "Hunted" (Dani). The last one is currently in hiatus, tho.

"Poet, Huntress, Temptress" by AlexandrosEleven is another gem if you're up for some Cassie/reader angst.

"Blood on the Vine" by JE_Talveran is a current favorite of mine. 😊

And lastly, any RE8 fics by Bee-nut (wellthizizdeprezzing) are amazing too!

Unashamedly addicted to fanfiction, 😅

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anon

p.s. I hope everyone is getting some well-deserved rest.

That’s very sweet of you hon! :) I’m sure many here will appreciate it👀

As am I! XD y’all got to sleep if you can🙌

I got myself a few hours, yes🙌

[all-thethings]

Some digital art from a scene in Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch.7 written by the amazingly talented @sylverstorms

Looking up at Daniela, her subtly heterochrome orbs fixed on an orange butterfly that has landed on her hand…

"Life sure is weird." she whispers. "Can you imagine this beauty comes from something as ugly as a caterpillar?" The butterfly flies away, but Daniela's irises remain fixed on the spot it used to occupy. "Both are insects. And yet... nobody wants the caterpillar."

You don't understand what she's really referring to -as is often the case with her- although you get the sense her sentence is deeper than a mere observation.

[gxldencity]

Hi fellow gamer soul. 1, 38, 40 for the game ask :)

1. First game you played obsessively?

Red Alert, most likely. It’s hard to talk about a game I played obsessively bc when I was a kid, I often shared consoles with my cousins. So it could honestly have been Twisted Metal 2 too bc I recall playing it every time we went over to their house.

Could also be Pokemon Ruby which I uh....played obsessively. It took me 4 days to finish all gyms but my game glitched so I couldn’t go past a puzzle in victory road. 

38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like?

i don’t have a game im ashamed to admit that i liked. i don’t like talking about how much i liked me:a irl bc almost everyone around me has asked me about the controversy or like had a cashier told me “i didn’t like this game” as i was purchasing a tie in book to the series.

i mean lighten up. i had fun so what. 

40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls?i uhh have been to a VR Expo and I’m always down to try VR. 

I think VR has potential but more often, game companies don’t use this potential. Most of the time, it’s just used as a quirky gimmick. it’s supposed to be the kind of technology that truly has you exploring the world. 

I’d give it a few more years to finally get its groove because so far, not everyone can afford a VR. Like i’ve only really tried VR in public areas/game stations. Not really at home. 

[lepusrufus]

I don't read a whole lot of fanfics, but I do have some I really love, so here's some quick sketches of a few of the characters from said fanfics. Bc these are some fine badass bitches that own my heart okay anyways credits credits:

@countdraluka 's Maria with her sweet fluffy doggo, @sisterlelianas 's Lady B who's probably not paid enough to deal with everyone's shit and @sylverstorms 's Alexia who's ABSOLUTELY not paid enough to deal with Cassandra

[kof1128]

the gremlin gfs™ a.k.a. alexia and rhiannon very patiently waiting for their gremlins to come home after hunting.

characters belong to @sylverstorms / @sylverstormz !

[dead-finch-420]

Illust of Cassandra and her maiden.

Based off of a scene in @/sylverstorms's Anonimity

EDIT: LMAO I FORGOT TO COLOR THE LINEART--

🥖🥖🥖

[actualbampot]

Based on @sylverstorms Cassandra Dimitrescu x OC Alexia fic.

Read it here. It's a good-un.

[gowonielovely]

I finally finished the designs and right on the day Songbird's name was revealed!

So, I'm gonna quickly explain the uniforms I made and if you want to see the little sketches I made you can read under the cut.

Alexia's outfit is the official pants uniform while Daniela's Knight is a modified version of it. The same goes with Rhiannon, she is wearing a modified version of the official dress uniform. Each of their outfits differ from one another to better show off their personalities, the boots, however, stay the same.

The boots are a combination of hunting and combat boots because I imagine the maids have to do a lot of dirty work whether that be doing garden work or cleaning up the gore the daughters leave behind. I also gave them accessories that represent the Dimitrescu Daughters they are with and because I thought it would look nice too.

I hope you all like the designs and you should definitely check out SylverStorms and her work!

Characters belong to @sylverstormz

Art and designs by me

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So the girls each had a different reaction to the uniforms.

As Sylver said, she doesn't see Alexia as a dress person, so I imagine Alexia didn't even let the grand chambermaid finish her sentence when she was asked if she would want the pants or dress uniform.

Daniela's Knight just didn't like how tight the button up was and she felt a bit claustrophobic.

Rhiannon just straight up did not like the color palette of the official dress uniform.

Welcome to the "I'm Dating A Gremlin Club" where we have a moment of peace from our feral lovers!

So, after Bela and Daniela get their maidens, Alexia pulls them aside for an important meeting and she tells them what they are allowed and not allowed to do. As well as a round of drinking.

When the two hear that they could possibly change their uniform they took it without a second thought.

So they got permission to modify their uniform a little and their gfs were not complaining when they saw the finished product.

Alexia is a little confused and annoyed at what they are wearing when she first sees them, what with the very in view cleavage from the Knight and the upgraded corset Rhiannon sports but she accepts it in the end.

So that's my little headcanon of how they got the permission to modify their outfits and all. Before I continue with some little doodles I made for fun, I want to explain the scars I gave Rhiannon.

In Rhiannon's design she wears see through stockings and I wanted to show that, however, because there was nothing on her legs it just ended up looking like leggings rather then stockings. But then I remembered in Songbird Ch. 2 Rhiannon was attacked by a moroaica, the zombie creatures we find in the dungeons and the courtyard in the game, and she ended up getting wounded on her neck. So, I took that scene added that to her design, hence the scars on her neck and everywhere else.

Rhiannon is a maid from the dungeons I imagine she would have some scars from being a prisoner whilst being there. I know Alexia was originally from the dungeons too but Rhiannon is like our focal character when it comes to what it is like in the dungeons and we don't know how long either of them have been in there, I just assumed Rhiannon has been there longer then Alexia. I kinda showcased that she was there for a long time by how long and disheveled her hair was, luckily she was given a haircut when she got the maid gig, imagine having to lug around all that hair throughout the day.

Most of the scars she obtained in the dungeon are on her legs, which you can see in her stockings, her left glove covers a nasty injury she got from a moroaica when she was first imprisoned as well some scars on her arms and right eyebrow.

I also made her bones show a bit to show off how malnourished she was in the dungeon as well as add bags under her eyes, its hard to sleep when all you hear is the screams and groans of the castle's victims and the monsters that lurk in the shadows. I imagine she gained her weight back after becoming a maid but the bags are kinda still there but will go away soon, she just needs a good night's sleep or multiple.

I also drew her existential crisis when she realized she would most likely die here and then her acceptance of that fate while she sings a broken lullaby to herself.

Long story short, the dungeon isn't a fun place to be.

So lets left the mood a little by showing off some doodles I made of the girls. I also plan to post more of them, maybe some ship art with little small stories attached to them.

[ladydimitrescusdarling]

[sylverstorms]

Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch.9

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8

Warnings: Mildly spicy. Rated M just to be safe.

As is often the case with any change within the castle, whispers have begun circulating among the staff about Daniela and you. They were few, too quiet to catch and far-between at first, but after two weeks the voices’ hushed speculations have grown in certainty;

Daniela is acting differently because of you. More tolerable. More docile.    

Even to them, happy to avoid her at any given chance, a subtle shift in her demeanor has become apparent, like a tempestuous sea giving way to calmer waters. Of course, it could simply be the fact she has no interest in dragging unfortunate souls into her cruel little games anymore, now that you fully occupy her time outside of hunting with her sisters. 

Either way, something has indeed changed. But even if asked you cannot safely say what, if it is Daniela or your feelings towards her. 

A past version of you would have recoiled at the notion of finding comfort in a mutant. Current-you has fallen into a habit of joining her side all too easily, caressing her awake every evening, kissing her at midnight and lying in her rose-scented bed at dawn. 

Maybe it’s because she makes it so easy –two polar opposites in power balancing into something startlingly equal– with your arrangement. You give her what she wants, take what you need from her and you both have a nice time in the process. Too nice, perhaps. Dangerously so.

Enough for you to almost forget why you sought to leave in the first place.

You understand now what Alexia meant weeks back, when you asked her how she got so hooked on Cassandra in the initial stages of their relationship. It’s addicting to be given influence over a being much more powerful than you are, she said. The more dangerous, the more addicting. 

Perhaps the opposite is true for the sisters? Daniela could take whatever she wanted from you at any time, like she has done with other maids for decades. Yet her pale, slender fingers toy with your outfit or hair, rather than tug or drag or pull. She always asks, all long, batting eyelashes and slow smiles. Usually, it’s things like ‘can we reenact that scene from my book?’ and ‘Knight, will you come to bed with me?’

Tonight, one thing or another has got her going early on. You can tell because she comes to you while you’re rearranging decorations in the hallway, barely says “Hi~” and immediately leans in to kiss you, pressing herself against you in a particular,  incriminating way.

Her hands roam a little more than when she means for just one peck in greeting. “Can we go to the library?” she breathes against your lips. 

If your brain cells hadn��t long since lost the fight to your hormones, maybe you’d think twice about it. The two of you have discussed it’s not smart to initiate anything heavy before dinner, when the family is at its hungriest. Daniela herself has admitted she has more trouble controlling her thirst than the others. Yet against all reason you nod, following the redhead to her favorite chamber. 

The door shuts behind you, the space darker than the corridor with how low the fireplace is burning. Daniela sits back on the couch and pulls you over her, hands firm on your shoulders. Your first attempt to ask if she’s feeling okay is silenced by her mouth, locking over yours insistently. When your tongue slips over hers, she mewls and grips you tighter. Her fingers find yours and guide them up the valley of her breasts, to wrap around her throat. Urging you to squeeze. 

Except, you know what it does to her when you do. 

“Dani.” you whisper. With a little whine, she opens her eyes; stark, glowing amber. A darker quality in their depths that betrays the grip thirst has on her. Somehow, you’re cautious, rather than afraid. “Dinner is in one hour. Shouldn’t we wait?”

“I don’t want to wait.” Daniela complains softly. With a sultry smile bordering on feral, she arches into you. “I want it now.” She’s in a mood. She’s definitely in a mood and that automatically renders her less than fifty percent safe compared to her norm. 

Funny. A month ago you would have ran. 

“I’ll be good.” She promises, gaze locked with yours. To make her point, she allows her tensed muscles to relax, leaning fully back into the cushions, all the control surrendered to your hands.  

Can you really trust her in this state, though? You don’t know. You don’t know, but your hand is already unzipping her outfit and slipping over the black bodice beneath, so perfectly hugging her skin. Then moving lower, to the waistband of her pants and underwear. Lower still…

Daniela throws her head over the back of the couch, biting her lower lip. Her fangs dig into the skin there in a way that should be painful, but she doesn’t seem to care. “Yes…!” she encourages. 

You move into her and she moves with you, a little less controlled than what you’d previously established was a hundred percent safe. Her fingers grip your biceps when she usually doesn’t dare reach for you upon nearing her peak and you let her, even as her nails dig into your arm through the fabric of your shirt. 

Daniela shakes and shakes, coming down from her high with deep breaths. Gradually, her hold eases and her head rolls onto your shoulder. She doesn’t bother pulling the zipper of her clothes up, merely traces lazy circles on your arms, where she previously grasped. 

You draw back to look upon her, and find her irises a little clearer now, closer in color to her normal bi-tone green and blue. “Anything I can do for you in return?” she asks. 

“Well...” you begin. “I want a tour of the village.” You want all the possible escape routes from someone who knows the area, but you can’t exactly say that.  

Her full lips press together, contemplating. For a moment, you think she will ask you what for and you inwardly search for a good excuse.  

Daniela, however, doesn’t question you. 

“Okay.” she nods. “One hour after dinner.” A little smile. “Dress up nice for me.”

–

–

The temperature is merciful tonight. No biting frost snaps its jaws at you the moment you step out the massive front gates, your jacket enough to ward off any lingering chill. 

Stealing a glance at Daniela, you note that she, too, seems at ease, breathing deep and only pulling her hood over her head as an afterthought. Relief blooms in your gut like a winter flower. It gets to you –apparently more than you thought– when you see her all tensed up, miserable from the cold.

“All good?” you ask her.

The redhead, naturally, doesn’t respond with a simple yes or no. “Hmm…” Instead, a playful glint lights her eyes and she feigns a shiver, an obvious ruse to draw herself closer to you. With a small, mischievous smile, she leans into your arm, her fingers interlocking with yours. “Now we’re golden.”

The two of you begin your leisurely stroll towards the village, the path illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon and the scattered lanterns glimmering far in the distance. A few howls come from the heart of the forest, yet they don’t have the same bone-chilling effect on you they once did. 

“Bear the little doggies’ noises for a bit longer, Knight.” Daniela tells you. “All will be quiet when my sisters come out to hunt…” Her voice darkens at the end in pure satisfaction at the idea.

“Wait.” You tilt your head, peering at her profile past the hood. “Your sisters are going out tonight? And you don’t want to hunt with them?” 

From what you’ve gathered, this is a pretty big deal for them. Not for nourishment –they have finer things to drink and eat in the castle– but for the chase itself. It must appease their inner beasts. You’ve seen how irritable they get when they have to remain indoors for more than a few days.

And yet. Here she stands. 

“I’d rather be with you.” the apex predator says, so very simply. 

You feel something flicker in your chest, but choose to ignore it to be safe. Your mind refocuses on why you sought this outing in the first place and your next questions serve a purpose other than mere conversation. What is this way and that, how the village’s trading and resupplying works. 

In your head, you piece together everything she tells you –and everything she withholds– into a map of the general area. So there is an underground cave network, but it’s filled with more mutants. Still, if push comes to shove… anything is better than open spaces. 

Within the next hour, you have walked a loose perimeter of the village. Only a small portion is left, between the forest and the Beneviento estate, but Daniela’s hold immediately steers you away from it the moment you make to walk forward. 

“There’s nothing that way.” she tells you, too quickly. “Only skeletons. Ruins.” 

“Very odd ruins…” you comment.

Strange outlines peek through the pitch-black, resembling pillars and old houses split open by dark trees as if the forest quite literally ate a portion of the land up. 

“A reminder, of sorts.” Daniela stops, letting go of your hand. Her fingers flex, open and closed, in a way that would have broken yours if they were still intertwined. “Of what happens when Miranda’s word isn’t heeded.”

“So, you say…” A heavy frown settles over your brow. “She did this?”

“They did it to themselves.” She’s sharp. Cutting. Daniela doesn’t get like this, unless… 

It’s personal. 

It’s hard for you to picture what may have occurred there, though. What those people were guilty of, to have Miranda make the forest swallow them alive. Is there any reason valid enough for this haunting image of raw punishment you’re seeing? Thorns, sprouting from the ground, impaling stone and bones alike... 

“Did they really?” 

She meets your gaze, her eyes holding a mixture of sorrow and defiance. “It’s hard for you to accept, isn’t it? That humans could be at fault? So, let me tell you a story.” She starts pacing, taking a breath. “It starts with a pair of wealthy merchants, descendants of fallen royalty, who came to this village about a hundred years ago. After witnessing the locals’ immunity to many fatal diseases, as well as their long lifespans, they naturally sought the same gifts for themselves.” 

A sense of unease settles in your stomach about what’s coming, but you don’t interrupt her.

“Miranda warned them that meant never leaving the village again. It meant complete acceptance of this land’s dark god and its future influence over their bodies. Just like the villagers before them, they accepted her terms.” Daniela explains. 

As if to say nobody has any right to complain about the state of things now. I don’t know if I agree with that logic…

“The merchants were held in high regard, as model citizens. Many followed their example. But they started wanting more than what they’d been given. And back then, a surefire way to obtain more was to sacrifice a strong, healthy son or daughter to the god's Herald in exchange. They had a child for that reason alone.” 

Oh, no...

“A daughter they groomed into perfection. Not allowed to go out in fear of falling, hurting herself, ruining her beauty in any way. Not allowed to speak out of turn, or to learn skills they didn’t deem useful, or to dream.” A fang catches the faint light underneath her sneer. “Always told her purpose in life, raised to be a sacrifice. Loveless. Livestock.”

“Daniela–”

“It wasn’t uncommon. The prettier the sacrifice, the bigger the gifts. But they didn’t even have a good excuse! Like, say, poverty or terminal illnesses. No –they had everything.” she hisses. “And even when they gave her up, they still weren’t satisfied.”

You want to shut your ears and not listen to anything more, you want to erase this information from your brain to get rid of the mental images.

But. It’s never that simple. 

“This whole damn section of the village conspired to force Miranda to grant them immortality like her own.” Daniela points over her shoulder. “Let’s just say, no villager ever thought to turn against her again.” 

‘See?’ The glacial look in her eyes tells you. ‘Your precious humanity can be worse than monsters.’  

“How can you… how can you say that after what she…” –did to you. You want to say, but the words never make it past your lips, rendered mute by the thought of experiments far from humane. 

You feel sick to your stomach from everything you just heard. Unsteady, you sit back onto the nearest surface, a pile of stones that once probably served as a fountain or statue.

“…I came out the other side with a family.” she states, approaching you. 

To think of the person who experimented on her as a liberator for giving her what she never had at the end of her torment is far too many layers of fucked up to even process. And yet it’s clearer now than ever before, that everything is in the eye of the beholder, even good and evil. A hero can be a villain at the same damn time. 

But you already know that, too well.

Monsters and saviors are too close for comfort in real life. Is that why you like your books best, where everything is clearly defined…? 

“Cass and Bela would get mad at me for saying this to their faces, so I don't, but… ignorance is bliss. That's one luxury I never had.” She takes a deep breath, still refusing to glance at the ruins behind her. “I knew if I came to this place, everything would be there, waiting. Staring me right in the face. All of it.”  

“I’m sorry.” you whisper, taking her gloved hands into your own when she stands close enough. “I’m so very sorry.”

“Don’t feel sorry for her.” she speaks as if it’s debatable how much of the sad girl in that tragic story she shared with you is left in her to begin with. “That’s a different life.” her voice holds none of the earlier weight now, back to its usual, light tone. “I only told you all this because you have that same look in your eyes sometimes. The one she had.”

Lifting your gaze to her, you frown. “What look?”

“Like you’re counting down days and hours and minutes to something terrible, your whole life.” she shocks you with. “Like you never had a family, either.”

She’s not entirely wrong. And she’s not completely right, either. How much can you say? How much can you bring yourself to speak out loud? It feels as though you’ll rip apart in two just trying to explain…

“I… had a family.” You were happy. You think that you were happy, so much bone-chilling terror ago you can’t even remember their faces in detail.  

“And what happened to them?”

“They...” Your temples begin to pound like a war drum. Your heart pushes ice through your veins. “They–” You see red everywhere, your home wrecked. You see yourself, screaming, running, paying for their mistakes, for their kindness and their sin. 

Daniela’s fingers curl into yours and tug, before your tremors can get any worse.  

“Seren.” The sound of your name falling from her lips grounds you, though barely. “Breathe. The past is in the past.”

With great difficulty, you breathe out; “...If only… that were true.”

For her and you both.

[sylverstormz]

Do you post Gremlin content on any websites like Ao3? I can’t seem to find the content referenced for your stories. Only HCs and I would LOVE to see if you’re positing stories. There is a criminal lack of Daughters content.

I am posting on Ao3 when my stories are complete. You only see asks here because this is a secondary blog just for replying to messages and hcs. My primary one is @sylverstorms . You can search #fanfiction on my blog search there to see my fics.

Or a direct link to Cassandra x Maiden fic here.

[ao3feed-ladydimitrescu]

The End of Winter(s)

by SylverStorms

You have been in a relationship with the Dimitrescus for over a year. You never thought the day would come when you would fear for their life, until Ethan Winters trespasses into the castle and discovers the sisters' weakness. He is determined to do anything for his daughter, even hold Daniela hostage to get the information he needs. You are determined to do anything to get her back.

So you break the promise you made to yourself long ago never to touch a gun again. And you bring the fight to him.

Words: 1571, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu's Daughters, Ethan Winters

Relationships: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Cassandra (Resident Evil)/Reader, Bela (Resident Evil)/Reader, Daniela (Resident Evil)/Reader

Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Gun Violence, Polyamorous Character, Hurt/Comfort, Love kills and in this case it kills Ethan

from AO3 works tagged 'Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader' https://ift.tt/2Sa3JzG

[raventrigonsdaughter]

I have yet to see a Alcina x Ada, Alcina x Jill or even Alcina x Claire fanfic, the closest thing to w|w re8 crossover content i found was a lovely Miranda x Wesker oc fanfic by sylverstorms (give it a look their fics btw, they are really cool)

Im dissapointed in you guys WHERE IS THE SPICE y'all wanna look me in the eye and say Jill Valentine wouldn't jump at the chance of getting railed by big vampire/dragon milf? It would be the first time Carlos would hold the braincell COME ON...

Am i projecting? Probably, am i drunk? Eeeh kinda, did this start because my friend finished RE3 remake today and said Jill is a lesbian? Yes, actually, but i stand my point, how come there are no og re ladies x RE8 ladies fanfics to this day?

[finn-writes-stuff]

I saw someone in sylverstorm's blog saying that

Daniela would be around her maiden and say stuff like "hey,kiss me?"

And then if they maiden slaps her hand and finish her dusting she'd say "mmh bad girl!,you're not going anywhere~*

Yk Finn...I'm so gay

💀 anon

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Daniella would definitely pull that shit, shes too bold for her own good.

She has big switch vibes, and she likes to cause problems