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muffinsin · 13 days ago

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Hello, how are you? I hope everything is fine with you, well I was wondering if you could do a Bela x little s/o cg or the other way round, it would be interesting to see Bela as little, especially if she regressed due to the stress of being the eldest daughter and the heiress

What an adorable prompt! I don’t think I’ve done much more than mention an idea of little Bela before, so I’ll be focusing on that, this time!👀 Thanks for the request, hon :)!

Let’s get into it🙌!

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Bela Dimitrescu- headstrong, intelligent, strategic, hard working, independent, polite, the perfect Heiress for House Dimitrescu

A hard worker. A caring sister. A strong person

Bela is known as many things, has to be and live up to many things

Only you get to peak behind the curtains and catch a glimpse of the trouble and fear that she faces each and every day too, however

You see the toll it takes on her to have to constantly keep her sisters in check, to clean up after them and ensure they don't get up to anything stupid- especially when Alcina is out, and you see the toll it takes on her to have to carry and present the image of the perfect sister, daughter and heiress all the time

A prime example. A role model

Yet- she occasionally breaks down in your arms, crying over something so little because it pushed her past her breaking point, yet often still refusing to share her real problems without hours of encouragement and kisses

Bela Dimitrescu- an heiress, a role model, a sister and daughter

Bela Dimitrescu- in desperate need of release, a means to escape it all

You yearn to give her just that

With her constantly busy having to do this and that- business, or her sisters, or the maidens, or the impossible amount of tasks she sets for herself- you find; it's up to you to help her

And you so desperate want to help her and make things easier for her

You begin to research ways to help ease her stress and try to find opportunities or strategies allowing her to let go for once

There's yoga, of course, among other physical exercises, though you aren't quite convinced, knowing that even when she hunts, Bela is expected to be perfect- to look out for her sisters when they are far more experienced at hunting, to keep them out of trouble, to always look out for hunters and traps, to bring them back to the castle when the temperatures drop a little, to ensure they never take it too far, to never get hurt or allow them to get hurt...the list just goes on

You think: she needs release beyond just physical things

She needs something to help her shut down, to let go, to relax

She needs you to take charge instead, you're quite certain

You try helping her out subtly at first, bringing her food at set times to ensure she eats even when she's busy, drawing her a bath and helping her bath to take some of the stress

But when your hands slide over her bare shoulders, you feel the unmistakable tension in her muscles, and when you try massaging them, you feel awful as she groans and cries out in pain, her body so tense every little touch feels bad. She always thanks you after, thanks you for getting the knots out and for helping her by relaxing her muscles again. But it never lasts long, and soon enough every move hurts her again

You try to help her out by taking over some of her tasks, offering to deliver papers personally so she may not have to check up on a maid to confirm it was done properly, to check in on her sisters from time to time

And it helps her, yes

But, you find, you need something to help her. Something aside from taking some of the burden off her shoulders

You want to take it all from her

And when you find out about age regression, you want just that

You read up on it as much as you can before approaching her with the idea. Bela is, naturally, opposed to it

She's unused to being taken care of, even as you do it to her, and is entirely unfamiliar with the idea of being completely vulnerable and dependent in the way your offer suggests. She's nervous, and while she's certainly curious and trusts you enough to consider it, it's impossible for her to get into it

You try to start out slow, to start by cuddling her and hoping you might be able to coax her into what you read referred to as a little space, but Bela's perfectionism runs deep. She's used to holding it all together, not only for herself but others, too. She feels responsible not only for herself, but for her sisters, those working for her, her mother's tasks, and you. She's used to having to meet high expectations. The thought and the mere idea of being vulnerable feels like failure to her at first

She can't relax, not fully, and while she enjoys being held by you, her mind only races with all the things she ought to be doing instead of even considering to accept the comfort you're almost desperate to give her by now

She's nervous, and at first, you're under the impression that age regression just isn't right for her due to her picking up the negative action of picking at her nails and scratching at her fingers from being so nervous and tense

You decide to drop it, believing it does more harm to her than good, and she doesn't reach out to you about it again, feeling as though she could never deserve what you were willing to offer

But, you aren't entirely done with the topic

While you originally feel bad about it, you decide to try a different route with her

You let the topic of age regression rest for a while, try to take care of her as best as you can while giving her full control still. Then, weeks after, when the topic is no longer on her mind and she's back in her unhealthy ways, you make your move

That time, you go for a more natural route. You don't ask her about age regression and you don't bring it up. You don't have long conversations about it and don't tell her about what the two of you could try

Instead, one night when you notice her being particularly on edge- emotionally and physically- after a long day of working and having to clean up after her sisters, you simply pull her to you. You simply help her undress, removing the tight, uncomfortable dress and draping one of your larger shirts over her instead. You pull her close to you and you play with her hair, stroke her back, kiss her face gently over, and over, and over again until she melts against you

When you begin to pat her bottom gently, she doesn't even stir, completely pliant against your chest, her face rested by your throat

It's the one night since months she managed to fall asleep before 3am and the one night she got to sleep for 5 whole hours. It isn't where you want her yet, but it's a start

You continue your subtle caresses, and when you bring her food, you make sure to have her take a break- opting for snacks to convince her to take such 5 minute breaks. And while she at first is surprised when she's pulled in your lap, she melts against you fast, feeling so much more comfortable on your warm lap, with a protective arm around her, rather than the uncomfortable chair

In time, you take it a little farther, stroking her arm gently and tracing shapes on her pale, cool skin to distract her from the fact that you're beginning to feed her the snacks you bring her

And in no time does she begin to look forward to it, swarming off her chair and onto your lap, her lips parting when you feed her, her eyes closing at the comfortable feeling of having you stroke her arm and palm

You begin helping her out of her dress first thing every night, instead, begin to put her into more comfortable clothing. She never objects, usually too tired to care, though in time you find her turning her head or whining quietly- so quiet you just barely hear it- when you pick up an item not previously worn by you

And while she doesn't quite notice it, you always put her in things slightly too large for her, allowing her to hold onto the sleeves or feel the soft cloth drape over her and make her feel just a little smaller than she usually feels

You take it slow with her, never push too much, never try to make it too obvious to ensure she doesn't pull back as she has before, believing she doesn't deserve this or being worried about not "doing it right" as she has before

And- your efforts pay off

While she is stressed still, she eats regularly and never pushes herself past the subtle limit you set her, ensuring she's always in your arms by midnight, held and taken care of, her hair brushed and comfortable in your larger shirt

You take it slow, allowing her to get comfortable with this before you continue on

The first time Bela spots soft blankets, little pillows and a stuffed animal- a light pink, knit cat with black buttons as an eye and a red string as a collar, she's a little taken back. She's drowsy already, bathed and guided to the bed in nothing but your large, comfortable shirt, her golden eyes hazy and a lot softer than they normally are. When she spots the stuffed animal she pulls back a little in surprise, unsure what it means

She hasn't had a stuffed animal in centuries, not since her younger sister stole hers and she told herself she was "too mature" for them now, anyway

But...

But when you cradle her to your chest and hold her gently...and when you wait until she's right about to doze off before slipping the stuffed cat in her hand, she instinctively curls her fingers against its chest and pulls it to her, her flies buzzing quietly- content

You make sure she doesn't wake up with it pressed this close to her chest, not wanting her to freak out and tell herself it's a sign of vulnerability. But it rests by her pillow all day long, and every day just before bed you snake it in her arms, watching with a gentle smile as she buries her head in your neck and cuddles it for the few minutes until she falls asleep

You begin to alter her schedule a little- with her permission- personally picking out highly qualified staff members to take some of the work off her shoulders

She appreciates it, though what really gets her is to spend the time saved with you

You begin to bring her back to the safety of her bedroom during the day, and smile fondly at her when she already turns her head to look for what comfortable clothing you’ll pick out for her

She doesn’t undress herself anymore, instead waits for you to take her dress off for her. It’s something small, but getting to let go of control like this is enough for the look in her eyes to soften a little already

She never reaches for her soft blankets at the start, but she always sighs and melts into them when you wrap them around her. You live for the moment her eyes soften and her posture relaxes a little. Seeing the tension leave her body is heavenly, and builds your anticipation for seeing her enter a headspace properly

On some days, she still thinks she must be strong with you, when she tries to clean up the room or adjusts the pillows, squeaking in surprise when you gently pull her in your arms, pat her bottom and assure her; she works so hard, she deserves to rest

You can always tell when Bela starts to relax more and when she allows herself to slip in a slightly gentler headspace. She’s quieter, humming and speaking gently and quietly. You suspect once you get her into a proper little, young headspace she will be entirely nonverbal

And eventually, you make a few more moves, too

The first time she sees you sitting at the desk in her room, looks over your shoulder and sees a paper full of shapes and many, many pencils of various colours next to it, she only raises her eyebrow

She allows you to guide you on her lap, instinctively melting into your touch even as she still lacks the softness in her eyes that tells you she’s in a softer, gentler headspace

“Help me pick a colour?”, you’d offer, and while she’d chuckle a little and raise her eyebrow, she obeyed

You keep her on your lap like this, stroking her skin gently and kissing at her cheek, praising her for every colour she names

And you feel her sink more into you, her fingers twitching and hovering by the table edge as though wanting to reach out and help you colour the shapes

When offered to do it, she quickly draws back, refusing to do such a thing, but she watches still and drinks in every little praise

You’re always careful not to push her too far, not to do too much at once. You keep it natural, introducing little things here and there

You find- Bela hates fluffy pillows, but more and more reaches out for the soft blankets, and even reaches for the pink, knit cat plushie when she thinks you aren’t looking

The first time you bring her some blood in a cute mug, she frowns at you, refusing to drink from it even when you try convincing her of its practicality, much less allow you to feed her!

Yet, when you one night make use of her exhaustion and already quite soft mood, she drinks gently when you set the rim of a wineglass to her lips, allowing her to drink the blood inside with slow, gentle gulps that you know won’t upset her stomach before bedtime

You work on getting her at least three days off when you can take care of her, appealing to Alcina herself by telling her of the cruel tasks her daughter has set herself. And with Bela being quite literally commanded to take a break at that point, it marks a time you can finally take proper care of her

One night, you’re coloring at the desk in her room again, waiting for her to finish up working at last. When she does, she comes to your side immediately, her flies buzzing quietly

“What are you doing?”, asks, raising a brow at the paper sitting in front of you, showing a roughly drawn cat, looking almost too similar to the stuffed animal sitting on her bed

She allows you to guide her out of her dress and hums when you wrap only a soft blanket around her this time before guiding her onto your lap. You feel her relax against you and smile at the sound of her flies buzzing contentedly when she spots the paper

“Trying to decide if this cat should be green or pink. What do you think?”, you ask, acting nonchalant. With her gaze softening and her focus pulled to the cat, she doesn’t even notice the unusual question. By now, helping you pick colours is nothing new to her

She scoffs softly, laughing a little at the pencil you’re holding. “Green is ridiculous”, she huffs

You decide, now is as good of a time as any

“Then you pick one”, you whisper, sliding the paper towards her and wrapping your arms around her

She hesitates for a second, blinking slowly and parting her lips even as no words come out, but then she grabs a pen. She doesn’t even think about it, and sinks against you when you whisper “Good girl” and “That looks far better, sweetheart”, into her ear

You hold her close, kiss her cheek and speak gentle words of encouragement as she draws

She doesn’t even notice that she not only picked out a colour, but is also drawing for you, now

She’s meticulous, careful not to cross over any of the lines as she colours. You praise her for this, and it’s enough for her cheeks to heat up and for the look in her eyes to soften just a little more

The two of you sit by the table until the cat is fully draped in pink colour, matching the one on the bed. And to your surprise, when you stand and automatically lift her light body up, she doesn’t protest

She only nuzzles close to you, humming sleepily, and melts against you further

Bela always claimed she dislikes being picked up

Now, she is more relaxed than ever before in her life- except perhaps in one of her earliest years- her golden eyes fluttering shut, her fingers gently curling into your shirt, the blanket nice and warm around her

That night she falls asleep in your arms, rocked to sleep, sighing gently before she dozes off

After that, it happens more often, becomes more natural

She stars to wake up and curl closer to you instinctively, clutching the little cat plushie to her chest or, when she's certain you aren't looking, even nibbling at its ear

She doesn't notice how she is regressing, doesn't notice becoming cuddlier and quieter, more comfortable and less "perfect", as she might describe it

She allows herself the comfort of doing what she wants, rather than what she knows she ought to do, cuddling closer to you in the morning, allowing you to brush her hair as she fiddles with the stuffed animal

She starts reaching for your hand without even realizing, whines for your attention and touch without even noticing it

You notice- it's easiest to get her in a soft, littler mood when she's tired, vulnerable, too exhausted to overthink

But when you gently call her "little one" or "baby", she truly melts. She just barely catches the names, the feeling of them utterly natural when it's just the two of you and she's only tired enough

It's a good start

Your favorite way to start out days by now is to have lazy mornings in which you let her cuddle up by your side, dressed in nothing but cute, comfortable panties you picked out for her and an oversized shirt to keep her warm

You smile whenever you look down and see her hugging her cat to her chest, praising her and claiming how adorable the little thing looks

She'll usually only smile softly, but her heart flutters still and her eyes soften

You also find; Bela secretly loves being carried, and being quite literally made of flies, she's easy to pick up

Soon, you're both naturally at the point when she finishes work, swarms into your shared bedroom, and immediately allows herself to slip into a more comfortable, happy mindspace

You always prioritize getting her out of her dress first, especially after one unfortunate day when it caused the poor thing to get quite cranky;

It's been a long day, with Daniela killing a series of maids over a lost book, Cassandra letting her anger out on the staff, Alcina scolding Bela for not finishing an important task prior to its deadline, and the poor blonde getting overstimulated from every little scream and shout in the castle

And when Bela finally manages to return to her room, you can easily tell everything has just gone entirely wrong for the poor thing

She's trembling, her bottom lip quivering, her eyes glassy, but she holds in her tears still- stubborn, as always

You wrap your arms around her and gently coax her inside, trying to get through to her, but with the warm room heating her up and the tight dress and even tighter corset sitting too snug around her, she quickly becomes even more overwhelmed

Like this, it takes but a single spark to create a perfect disaster

She tries to lift her hand, her sharp, claw-like nail cutting into her thigh in the process

Usually, it's nothing. Usually, she doesn't mind the pain

Your eyes widen when this time, she begins crying

Not only crying, too, but sobbing. She presses herself into your arms, her little sobs breaking your heart. She's gasping for air, hiccupping and chocking on her own cries as you work on undoing the corset and dragging down the zipper at the back of her dress

She's crying and crying, more than you have ever seen her cry before, even on bad days

Stripping her of her dress and lifting her into your arms, you feel her immediately wrap her arms and legs around you. She's crying and coughing still, her hair sticking to her wet cheeks, her makeup running and stinging in her eyes, startling the poor thing even more and bringing more tears in return

You've never seen her, but grasp the opportunity to- finally- show her that being vulnerable is okay, with you

"Sssshhh, I'm here, my little one", you whisper, rocking her gently and bouncing her a little in your arms. She's light enough for you to handle her easily, and doesn't fuss or squirm to get out of your grasp in the slightest, making it even less of a challenge to carry her. When you lift her pink cat to her, she immediately holds onto it, her sharp teeth digging into its ears as she bites, sucks, and licks at it for comfort. You don't coo at her, not wanting her to think you're making fun of her, but press a sweet, slow kiss to her wet cheek

You find, she calms faster when you keep moving, opting for walking in large circles in her chambers, your arms around her protectively. She holds her bat close to you, her body clinging to yours, and while you're warm, the skin-to-skin contact where your sleeves end helps her calm down

By the time you sit down on the bed, your little bug in your lap, and you gently wipe at her wet cheeks with your sleeve, her sobs are reduced to little sniffles

You don't give her the chance to pull back when she calms down, already sensing an apology coming from her when the by now incredibly soft look in her eyes hardens just a little

Instead, you take the single bold risk that drives her into the littlest headspace you have yet seen her in;

Bela watches with teary eyes as you reach towards the nightstand drawer, her vision too blurry to make out the object you pull from it. But when her lips part, an apology ready on her tongue that would likely undo a good chunk of progress you made with her, she instead feels something soft slip in her mouth

You hold your breath, your palms sweaty and stomach clenching as you nervously await her reaction. She stares for a moment, caught like the cutest little deer in headlights, before you notice the slightest, smallest, subtlest movement at her lips- she's beginning to suck at the soft, baby pink adult sized pacifier slipped in her mouth

Immediately, you lean forward to kiss her nose, your hands coming up to stroke her soft, damp cheek

"Good job, baby, good girl! I'm so proud of you!", you praise, smiling and kissing at her nose again until her tears are replaced by quiet little giggles and squeals that nearly have her drop the pacifier again, if it wasn't for your index finger gently keeping it in place

She sighs around it when you lay her down, wrapped up in a soft blanket and clutching her pink cat, her fingers curling against its soft belly and playing with the black button eyes

You spend the evening cuddling and reading to her, stroking her hair and praising her for her good behaviour

From this point on, Bela is a lot more open to letting you care for her. She will never outright ask for her pacifier, her pride and the century-long mindset forced on her by her stubborn mind too much to undo this fast, but you don't mind- you always know when she needs it, when her bottom lip trembles and she begins to get fidgety, whining and sometimes even tearing up, desperate for the comfort the little item offers her

On days off, she loves to spend her mornings in bed with you, curled up, sucking at the ear of her cat until you wake up and slip the pacifier in her mouth

And sometimes, you awaken to her whining quietly and tugging at your clothing. Your suspicion that she is the quiet kind when regressed easily proved to be true

Often, this means she wants attention. Sometimes, she will whine and point towards the desk, signaling she's bored

One of little Bela's favorite activities, aside from being lifted, cuddled, and being showered in kisses and praise, is to draw

She loves being sat down on your lap or on the bed, happily sucking at her pacifier if she's feeling little enough, otherwise merely humming and cuddling into you as she draws. She never paints over the lines of the objects you draw for her, and soaks up the praise for this eagerly

In time, you want to encourage her to draw as messy as she likes, to let go of that last bit of perfectionism, but you never push. Instead, you praise her for her work, calling her a good girl and especially praising her for what a pretty job she's doing

In time, regressing becomes a huge stress relief for her. She can cry around you, and nothing calms her down faster than hiding away in your neck, your arms wrapped around her, her pacifier plopped in her mouth, her cat plushie in her arms, and your large shirt on her

She's far more open to trying new things out, and while she won't admit it openly, her flies give away her excitement whenever she sees a new toy or plushie sitting at her bed, rewarding her for her good behaviour

And you, in return, love to shower your precious little one in gifts and affection

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #a bit of an intro to a possible sequel ;P

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perr1e · 2 months ago

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could you make a caregiver Alcina dimitrescu moodboard?

Caregiver alcina dimitrescu moodboard!!

Hihi! I hope this is what you wanted! I don't know much abt her but I tried reading some stuff abt her and tried my best to the board to her character and also make it a cg board!! Anywaay i hope u like it:3

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ember-owlet · 1 year ago

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Could I pretty please request you write something self indulgent for yourself lil owlet? 🐇💕

a/c: aaa you're too kind bun, providing me with gold mines of asks?? thank you, i sincerely hope i can deliver ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ the context for these headcanons is because it's my birthday today and i would like some comfort from my fictional cgs. this is purely self-indulgent (per bun's request /lh /teasing) and will be handled so!

birthday headcanons w/ ember's fictional cgs

dynamic: cgs! donna beneviento and pamela isely x fem! regressor! reader

content warnings: mentions of birthday anxiety, light mentions of neglect, light mention of alcohol (in a celebratory context) ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

donna beneviento

donna would understand the anxiety that comes with birthdays. having an entire day centered around you would understandably have The Lady Beneviento nervous herself. she still finds ways throughout the day to spoil you, bringing you around the village with her to pick out a special outfit and fabrics for your gifts.

she'd tell you that despite what you have been through, that you are worthy of having your special days remembered, and that she would make sure that the rest of your birthdays would be celebrated with the people you love.

though she asked them first to make sure that a small celebration would be alright, donna would prepare a birthday dinner for her little one, inviting the other lords and Mother Miranda to honor her.

she'd have the house decorated (mostly with the help of the other dolls that angie bossed around but she said she did it so you'd have to let her) with streamers and an assortment of candles, the other lords waiting with their own specialized gifts

you come downstairs with the dimitrescu sisters phasing in and around you, chattering amongst each other to make sure your dinner attire fit perfectly for all to see.

salvatore bounces on his tippy toes; gift in hand he runs up to give you a tight embrace. "happy birthday minnow!!" he squeals, quickly placing the damp box into your hands before descending back to sitting with the other lords.

mother miranda would bring a crow held in a golden cage that was formed from one of her feathers. she had trained it to watch over you while you're out of the village, a reminder that you're never too far from home. the crow squawks as its beady eyes stare into yours, happy to see its newfound companion.

alcina would of course bring a bottle of her delicately aged wine to sample, congratulating you on another landmark of your life and that she's pleased to see how you've grown. she would look over to donna and remark about how well she'd been taking care of her little doll.

karl would gift you a mechanical rocking horse, built in with lifelike sounds with each motion. he would rustle your hair, wishing you a happy birthday while remarking the date itself isn't what matters, its how and when you'd like to acknowledge how far you've come.

salvatore's gift would include a set of tapes with videos of you and everyone, compiled together with a sweet message at the end telling you that today is about you and that he'd love to spend another day hanging out together so he can celebrate his favorite niece.

donna would create a special pair of plushies with interchangeable mechanisms so that with a pull of a string they could recite and reenact your favorite bedtime stories, complete with her and the other lords voices to bring your novels to life.

pulling the string the soft friend would spring to life, giving a short bow before opening its mouth. you hear the familiar voice of your caretaker.

"i hope you know how special you are to me dolcezza, happy birthday."

pamela isley

pamela holds you as you cry into her side, stroking your hair gently as she responds in whispers to your distress. "i'm here, i'm here. breathe, tulip. we aren't going anywhere you don't want to."

you could feel the vines trailing up from your back to cradle the both of you in a floral nest. as she rocked you you were overwhelmed by guilt. it's your birthday, and you're spending it with the one person who had been treating you so well while crying. you try to push out a sentence further than babbling but it frustrates you further, as past experiences with babbling or silence oftentimes had you punished.

pamela quickly shushes you, understanding your efforts and bringing you further into her arms as she rocked you. "i'm not going to let them take this day from you."

she stretched her hands outwards to summon a small white flower into your view.

"it's chamomile, it'll help to calm you. breathe it in kid. i've got you." the sweet and herbal scent wafts into your senses, pamela bringing her hand to your chest to let you feel the rising and falling of your chest.

there was so much that pammy wished she could do, and if she could do as she pleased she would give certain people a taste of her mind. a freshly picked bouquet of human flowers would do the trick for her. but here you were, and more than anything you needed for her to be there. so, instead of going on a rampage, that's what she'd do.

waiting for your body to come back to a steady rhythm she'd pull you away to dry the tears from your eyes. "you don't have to think about anything right now. just get some rest and we'll figure out what to do later on."

hours later you'd wake up to find a small terracotta pot filled with fertilizer sitting on your lap, written into the pot itself would have the words: "flower, meet me in the garden. bring a cup of water."

transitioning to the outside you see a blooming orchestra before your eyes, a beautiful symphony of various species of flora. in the center of the rings stood a hole in the patch of grass and a collection of uprooted violets outstretched to you beside it. as you counted them you realized that it equaled your new age.

scooping the lively bouquet you placed them into its new home, covering the exposed roots with the mixture of dirt and fertilizer.

you stood up to admire the violets as pammy crashed into you, bringing you into a squeeze from behind that nearly knocks the cup of water out of your hands.

twirling her hand through the slit of your side the violets began to grow in size and strength, perfectly aligned to resemble a row of birthday candles.

she snuggled you tight, walking together closer towards them as she placed a kiss to your cheek. "happy birthday flower. make a wish."

you shut your eyes tight, the feeling of tears beginning to well up in your throat before lightly blowing on the violets. they swayed in the wind joyously to mark the occasion.

opening your eyes a small homemade cake was held in front of you, pamela providing you with comfort in the form of a gentle smile. "flower, you were brought into a world that withered your very foundations with its weeds. today and every year thereafter will be a new uprooting, and i will nurture and care for you to thrive just the same. you deserve to bloom just like the rest, and be admired for your beauty and strength."

bringing her into another hug, you let out a sigh of relief as tears filled your eyes. being surrounded by the beauty of nature and a loving presence by your side, this was certainly a birthday you'd never forget.

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bloodyscarletdeath · 4 years ago

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#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #artwork #art by scarlet death #dark art #digital art #art gallery #art blog #cg art #digital 2d

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silentcrowsilentravens · 3 years ago

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Albert Wesker - masterlist here!

Alcina Dimitrescu - masterlist here!

Alex Wesker - masterlist here!

Alyssa Ashcroft - nothing yet.

Alice - masterlist here!

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Barry Burton - masterlist here!

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Cassandra Dimitrescu - masterlist here!

Chris Redfield - masterlist here!

Claire Redfield - masterlist here!

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Daniel Fabron - nothing yet.

Donna Beneviento - masterlist here!

The Duke - nothing yet.

Edward Dewey - masterlist here!

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Fongling - nothing yet.

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Ingrid Hunnigan - nothing yet.

Jack Krauser - nothing yet.

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Charles “Chucky” Lee Ray

Nica Pierce

Tiffany Valentine

Bendy - masterlist here

Alice Angel (cartoon)

Allison Pendle/Allison Angel

Audrey Drew

Susie Campbell/Twisted Alice

Miscellaneous

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agerefandom · 4 years ago

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Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To

Fandom: Resident Evil VIII/Village

Words: 4,000

Characters: regressor!reader, cg!Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu (other Dimitrescu sisters mentioned).

Content Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. CGLRE terminology/parental caregiver terms (Mommy). Diaper mentions. Firearms, knives, and vampirism. Reader gets injured (but cared for afterwards). Minor character death. Blood. Eldritch biology and limited insect horror. Fem reader (uses she/her pronouns).

Author’s Notes: Y’all are clearly hungry for caregiver Lady Dimitrescu, and I hear you! I’m planning a fluffy follow-up fanfiction with a happy reader getting babied by Alcina, where there is no blood and violence, but first… we have to take care of Ethan Winters. So that’s what this is. Enjoy!

You come to consciousness slowly, the strands of a dream still clinging to you. The memory is already fading, but you remember feeling cold. Wandering a frozen wasteland, lost and alone.

It’s a relief to breathe in the warm air of your bedroom. The fire has burned down to embers, but the windows keep out the cold winter of the mountains around the castle where you live. The rooms are always kept warm for the comfort of your big sisters.

You yawn and stretch your arms over your head, wiggling your toes against the soft sheets of your bed as you shake off the lingering fatigue. You were dressed in a onesie for the night, with a short built-in skirt, and you don’t really feel like a baby right now. Today, you want to run around and explore the castle on certain legs.

You slide out of the bed and make an unhappy sound as the cold stone meets your bare feet. You quickly make your way over to the heavy wardrobe that towers on the wall across from your bed. Far too tall for you, it was made to fit Mommy’s dresses, but you liked climbing in it so much that Mommy brought it to your room one night while you were sleeping, and filled it with your own outfits.

You reach up to the handle and pull the doors open, looking up at the many dresses and onesies that fill the wardrobe. It’s winter right now, so there’s a whole section of fur-lined dresses that will keep you warm if you want to play with Mommy outside. You don’t do that often, because your sisters get jealous, but Mommy is really good at making snowforts that you can climb inside, and you like playing with her in the snow.

For today, you pick out a simple ruffled black dress that comes down to your knees. Mommy can do your hair with black ribbons and crow feathers, and you’ll blend in with your sisters’ dark dresses.

Humming to yourself, you bring the new outfit over to the statue in the corner. The door to the bathroom is hidden in an alcove, and you have to push the statue’s elbow to open it. This seemed odd when you first moved into this room, but now it’s just another part of your daily routine. The castle is full of tricks and hidden passages, and you still haven’t explored all of them.

You slip past the statue into the revealed doorway, and dump your clothes on the floor as you rid yourself of the onesie and the diaper underneath. Baby stuff! You’re not a baby today.

You replace the diaper with a pair of soft bloomers, and the onesie with the black dress. It has a line of buttons that run up your spine, and you can’t quite reach them all, so you leave a few undone and decide you’ll ask one of your sisters to help. Mommy has been busy a lot for the last few days, so you don’t know if you’ll see her today. You hope so, though. You miss her.

You pull a pair of stockings on, sighing happily as your toes are finally protected from the cold tile floor. The rest of the bathroom visit is boring, brushing your teeth and washing your face. One of your big sisters will brush your hair: hopefully Bela, she tugs your scalp the least.

Once you’re all dressed, you skip out of the bathroom and slip on a pair of shoes. They’re flats, because you’re too young to walk in heels, but they click on the stone floors and make you feel like a little tap dancer. And they have bats printed on the sides in white, which makes you happy.

You run into the hallway, letting the golden door to your room close behind you.

This castle used to confuse you, with all its winding hallways and grand staircases. You would get lost whenever Mommy wasn’t holding your hand, and one of your sisters would find you and drag you back to your room. They didn’t like you very much at first, but they’ve gotten nicer. Daniela reads to you sometimes, and Bela plays pretend when you ask her. Cassandra is… Cassandra, and she tries to feed you lots of nasty things, but she also likes to do your makeup. So she’s okay.

The four of you cuddle sometimes, when Mommy’s away and the castle is a little chilly. They like your body heat, and you like the contact.

Through the years, you’ve gotten comfortable both with your big sisters and with the castle itself. It’s second nature to dodge through the secret passage to the staircase into the main foyer, peering around for any of the other castle inhabitants. Mommy gave up on the servants again last week, so it’s just you and your family members right now. Unless you want to go down into the basement and play with the remains, who stumble and hiss and take care of the rats. They don’t attack you, only intruders, but they aren’t very much fun to play with.

“Mommy? Sisters?” you call out into the hall, tapping one foot against the ground.

For a few moments, there’s nothing. Then Mommy ducks through the door behind you, fully dressed with her lipstick on. Maybe she’s already been out today.

“Sweetheart?” Mommy rushes over and kneels on the stone floor to embrace you. “What are you doing out of your room?”

“Hungry,” you say. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, little one.” Mommy draws back and puts both hands on your shoulders. She makes you feel so small. You almost wish you’d worn a onesie today. When you’re a baby, Mommy carries you everywhere and never lets you out of her arms. That sounds nice, especially when you missed her so much. “Listen to me, sweetheart.”

Mommy looks… serious. You blink and try to focus. What is that look in her eyes? It’s so unfamiliar. Could it be worry? No, Mommy doesn’t worry about anything.

“I need you to go back to your room and lock the door, okay? I’ll bring you food soon, but you need to stay there.” She isn’t blinking as she stares into your eyes. “Some prey has escaped. Your sisters will handle him swiftly, but he is armed. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened. Sometimes, Hunters come to the castle and try and hurt your family, and you have to wait in your room. They bring knives and guns, but they can’t hurt any of the others. You aren’t like your sisters, you’re fragile. So Mommy keeps you safe.

“I’ll carry you there, little one. And remember, don’t you leave.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy wraps her arms around you, and the ground drops away. Settled on her hip, you cling to her side. Mommy runs hot like you, not like your sisters. When you lay on her chest, you can hear her pulse, a rapid double-beat. Your sisters don’t have a heartbeat, but you can hear the fluttering wings that fill their chest if you hold your breath and listen closely.

You like Mommy’s warmth, and you like how strong her arms are around you. You can barely feel the rhythm of her steps as she drifts down the hallway towards your room.

“I’m a big girl today,” you tell her. She’s carrying you like a baby, but maybe she just missed you as much as you missed her. Or maybe she really is worried.

“I can tell! You got dressed all by yourself,” Mommy teases, wiggling a finger into the gap left by the buttons you couldn’t reach.

“Uh-huh!” You’re proud of the outfit you picked out. “Can we play outside soon?”

“Once the problem is taken care of, I would love to watch you play in the courtyard.” She rests her hand at your back, keeping you close. “Big girls need their fresh air, after all.”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

She sets you down all too soon, straightening them hem of your dress. “Here we are, darling. Don’t open the door for anyone other than your sisters, and protect yourself if you must.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” Mommy presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, and then ushers you inside the bedroom. You turn in time to watch her close the door behind you, and you obediently turn the lock. Only Mommy’s key can open your room, like many others in the castle.

You flop onto your bed with a huff.

You got to see Mommy for the first time in days, but she’s busy with some stupid human who escaped from your sisters. You hate the stupid human who’s costing you time with Mommy, especially when she said you could play in the courtyard.

And you’re hungry! Mommy said she would bring you food, but you’re hungry now.

You kick your feet against the mattress. It’s a half-hearted tantrum, since no one is watching, but it makes you feel a little better.

Eventually, you hop off the bed and pace the room, your shoes going click click click on the stones.

It’s just one human, right? And you’re a big girl today. And it’s a big castle! He’s probably nowhere near the kitchen. You can run out, get some food, and then go right back to your room. Mommy will never know that you left.

You reluctantly retrieve your weapons from the top of the dresser, adding your belt of throwing knives on top of your dress. You aren’t supposed to use them when you’re little, but you’re not that little, and Mommy said to protect yourself if you needed to.

You take two of the knives in your hands, and try spinning them. It’s easy, body memory taking over. You toss one across the room, and it slices through the swirl of curtain you had been aiming at.

There, it’s settled. You’re a big girl and no manthing is going to scare you.

Nodding, you tuck the remaining knife back in its sheath, and turn your attention to the fireplace. It’s the fastest way to the kitchen from your room, and you’ve used it as a shortcut many times in the past. Your sisters don’t care if you get your dress dirty, they get blood and dirt on theirs all the time. So a little ash and grime is fine. (Mommy would disagree, but Mommy isn’t always around.)

You pour some water on the remaining embers from last night’s fire, and shuffle carefully into the fireplace. The wall at the back of the fireplace has crumbled away, revealing a passage that once needed to be triggered by pressing a certain brick. Now you can just crawl straight into it.

The rats like the passageways by the kitchen, and you brush past a few of them in the dark. Cassandra once trained a bunch of the castle rats to attack intruders, and you’ve had a fondness for the little friends ever since. They were scary in big groups, but just like everything else in Mommy’s castle, they would never hurt you.

You emerge into the kitchen, and stretch up to standing. As expected, your palms are covered in grime, and your skirt is heavy with soot and ash. You do your best to brush yourself off, and then start towards the sink to wash your hands, when a terrible screech fills the air.

“You stupid manthing!” you hear Bela scream from the next room.

Your headspace makes a quick shift into adulthood, startled to hear one of your sisters so distressed. Immediately, you run to the gate between the kitchen and the lower levels of the castle. Through the gate, you can see that one of the windows has been shattered. Dozens of your sister’s insects lie on the floor, unmoving, as she stumbles in the wind blowing through the broken glass.

“Bela!” you cry out, scrambling to open the gate. That’s when the first gunshot rings out, tearing through your sister’s shoulder. Her insects reform around it, but she cries out and you can tell that it hurt. As she stumbles to the left, you see the man standing behind her.

He’s covered in blood and grime, barely recognizable as human, but the stubble scattered across his cheeks marks him as prey to your family.

“Get away from my sister!” you scream, as the manthing shoots again at her. This shot hits her head, and insects scatter from the impact. Her face is gone for a moment, then reforms, her mouth wide open in rage.

Bela charges the stranger, her scythe held high.

You watch them struggle, and the man pushes her back into the frigid wind. He switches his attention to the windows, and breaks another one. You feel the winter air sweep inwards, and Bela wails.

“Bela, run!” You throw the gate open. “Get out of there!”

“He’s mine! My prey!” Bela hisses, advancing on the man again. Fear beats in your chest. You’ve never seen your sisters outmatched, but this man is too smart, and Bela is at a severe disadvantage in the room with broken windows. “How dare you bare your teeth at us!” She launches herself at the manthing again, and you watch his blood drip from your sister’s blade.

You’ve hunted with your sisters before. You’ve seen humans face death more times than you could count. You know how pain looks on their faces.

This man barely flinches as he pushes your sister back into the swirling snowflakes coming through the window. His face is set in a mask of determination, as he reloads his weapon and levels it again at Bela. This is no human like you’ve hunted before.

“Bela!” you scream, and throw one of your knives.

It sinks into the manthing’s thigh, and he hisses, pausing to pull it out and toss it aside. That brings your sister enough time to swoop towards him, but she’s moving more slowly in the cold air. The stranger manages to get his weapon back up before she can hit him, and fires straight into Bela’s face.

Both of you scream in unison, and you run forward into the room. The cold air prickles at your arms, but it doesn’t debilitate you the same way it does your sisters. You tug Bela backwards, as she writhes and hisses against your grip.

“Bela, find the others!” you yell. “Get out of here!”

The manthing seems to have finally picked you up as a threat. The next shot goes through your calf, and you lurch to the floor with a shout.

“How dare you!” Bela screeches, and throws herself again at the stranger.

You manage to get to your feet, and stumble towards the door. If you and Bela can get on the other side and then lock the manthing in the basement, Mother can deal with him without fear of the cold air or his stupid bullets. She is stronger than your sisters, stronger than anyone else.

Bela takes two more shots to her chest and begins retreating after you. You know that your sisters are unused to running from fights, but you don’t want to risk anything with this strange manthing who pulls knives out of his leg and tosses them aside without hesitation.

Another shot clips your shoulder, and your shaky grip on your adult headspace falls away. You topple to the ground, unable to stand the pain in your left leg.

You hear a scream, and it takes a moment to realize that it’s coming from you. You take your fear, your pain, and give it a voice. It echoes through the hallways.

“Mommy!”

The manthing seems to hesitate as your scream echoes around him.

You take the chance to throw another two knives. It’s a sloppy attempt, thrown haphazardly from the floor in pure self-defence. But they both strike true, one between his lower ribs and the other just above the mark from the first knife.

Red fluid seeps from him, dripping onto the tile.

He stumbles backwards, pulling a green bottle from his pocket and pouring its contents over his leg as he yanks the knife out. You watch as the blood is washed away, and the wounds close.

He came prepared.

“Ethan Winters!” a familiar voice snaps, and you almost collapse from pure relief. Mommy.

Mommy drifts in from the kitchen, ducking through the gated doorway and ushering Bela behind her. Bela is still snarling, but she’s clearly hurt, and allows her mother to push her back.

“You sneak into my house, you attack my daughters, youngest and eldest alike?”

The manthing fires his weapon again, directly into her chest, and you cover your ears against the noise. It echoes against the walls and although you know it can’t hurt Mommy, it scares you to see him try.

“You bring your filthy body to my property, you draw blood from my baby, and then you dare to raise your weapon to me?”

You haven’t seen Mommy this angry… ever. Her claws are extended, her back rigid as she faces down the man named Ethan Winters. Bela’s arms wrap around you and she drags you away from the fight. The movement jostles your wounded leg, and you cry out in spite of yourself, trying to twist out of Bela’s grasp.

Mommy looks back towards you. The man takes her lapse of attention as a chance to pull out a heavier gun, firing straight at her head.

It does nothing.

Mommy stands tall, in the face of bullets, in the swirling snow, and her claws flex as she looks down at the manthing in front of her.

Now, Ethan Winters looks scared. Now, Ethan Winters looks human.

“I would love to take my time and truly teach you a lesson,” Mommy purrs, reaching out to grab the manthing by the throat. “But my daughters need my attention, and I am… a doting mother. So I’m afraid this will have to be quick.”

Blood is all around you, in the Dimitrescu Castle. Big or small, old or young, you’re no stranger to violence.

You still find yourself covering your eyes as Mommy tears the strange man to shreds. You can hear her spitting out pieces of him, making sounds of disgust. His blood must not be good.

“Bela, come feed. You need the replenishment.”

Mommy drags what remains of the body into the kitchen, where Bela is safely resting, away from the cold air that fills the room where you sit.

You hear your sister begin to drink.

“Darling, are you alright?”

Mommy’s arms wrap around you, careful not to jostle your injuries.

Tearfully, you shake your head. You were scared, and Bela almost died. If you had stayed in your room and hidden like Mommy had said, you were sure that your sister would have been gone. You had almost both been killed, and if Mommy had been slower….

“M’sorry,” you sob, turning into the embrace. “I left.”

“And I’m very upset that you put yourself in danger, but I am not going to scold you right now. May I carry you to your room? You need medicine.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Mommy cradles you and carefully picks you up. Your dress is ruined, covered in grime and blood. You look over and see Bela crouched over a body. It’s suddenly easier to breathe once you see its face, blank and staring. The manthing doesn’t look special as a corpse. Just another dead human.

You turn your face into Mommy’s chest, and she presses a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there. The smell of copper blood fades as she carries you out of the kitchen and down the hall to your room. Mommy doesn’t take the shortcuts like you and your sisters. They’re much too small and dirty for her.

That thought makes you laugh.

“Is my little one amused?” Mommy asks, petting your scalp with gloved fingers.

“Mmm, m’small and dirty,” you giggle.

“You are very small and very dirty. A bath is in order for both of us once your wounds are tended to.” That sounds like heaven to your exhausted mind.

Mommy shoulders your door open, splintering the lock, and lays you on the bed. You whine as she moves away from you, reaching towards her.

“I’ll be back in a moment, darling. Are mama o fetiţă, cat un ghemotoc, are mama o fetiţă, cuminţică foc,” Mommy begins to sing as she makes her way around the room, gathering supplies. You relax, her voice reassuring you that she’s still nearby.

Soon, she’s back, sitting at the foot of your bed. There’s a bottle of first aid fluid in her hand, like the one the manthing used.

“This will sting, but it will help.” Mommy takes your foot in her hand, and carefully unbuckles your shoe. It looks tiny in her hand, like a doll’s shoe. Dropping it to the ground, she pulls down your stocking to reveal the wound in your calf.

You turn your face away, whining at the sight of the blood streaking your skin.

“Hush, darling.” You feel lips against the wound, a brief flare of pain as she presses against it. She makes a soft sound, and you look down to watch her lick your blood from her lips. “Don’t look,” Mommy tells you, and you close your eyes again.

Then she pours something on your leg, and everything is pain.

You twist in her grip, crying out, and she holds you down.

“I know, darling, I know. It will pass. I’m sorry.” More pain, this time radiating from your shoulder. You try to kick out, and she catches your feet. “I’ve got you. Breathe, little one. It will pass.”

And sure enough, after what feels like an eternity, the pain begins to lift. You can feel your fingers again, and your toes. Your body is more than a twisting line of agony. The ache becomes gentler, and eventually it lifts all together.

You lie on the bed, feeling the tears streaking your face, and you hear Mommy sigh in relief.

“There, all done.”

She gathers you onto her lap, and you lie passively in her arms, too exhausted to do anything else.

“My brave girl,” she praises, kissing your forehead. “My brave, brave daughter. I’m so proud of you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

“M’sorry.” You know she was worried about you. You can still hear it in her voice.

“No, darling, I’m sorry. I should have found him and… well. He shouldn’t have been able to hurt you. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Mommy rocks you back and forth, gently, and you can tell that your body has been healed. There is no pain in your leg, no pain in your shoulder. “I promise.”

“Love you.” There are so many things you want to say, but you’re tired and little and you just want to take a bath with Mommy and have a bottle and fall asleep in her arms.

“I love you more.”

She holds you tight, close enough that you can hear the doubled, inhuman heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Close enough that you can feel the unnatural heat of her skin. Close enough that you feel at home.

A/N: The song that Alcina sings is in Romanian, but I think it’s a translation of an English song. If anyone knows a traditional Romanian lullaby, I’d be happy to replace it. The lyrics translate as

“Mommy has a little girl, as small as a ball of fur Mommy has a little girl, and she’s a very good girl.”

I do have a fluffier, lighter sequel to this story planned, so let me know if you’d like to read it!

#resident evil agere #y'all really asked for this!!!!#violence mention #tw violence #my writing #my stories #agere writing #fandom agere #resident evil #resident evil village #i just know people are going to disrespect my dni on this story....#please don't #cglre terminology

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teddy-the-sunshine-bear · 1 year ago

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Character list!

I can do paci edits and dni banners for all characters even ones not on the list :)

Really want to do!- 💖

Interested in currently - ❤️

Will do but not currently super interested - 💜

Don’t really want to do right now - 🖤

Marvel ❤️ (I can add in anyone on the list as side characters :3 and can do regressor Peter)

Tony Stark 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Steve Rogers 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Bruce Banner 🧸🌈🍼

Natasha Romanoff 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Thor 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Clint Barton 🌈🍼

Peter Parker 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Bucky Barnes 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Loki Laufeyson 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Wanda maximoff 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Sam Wilson 🌈🍼

Spiderverse 🖤/💜(I will do regressor content for the kids and Miguel)

Miguel O’Hara 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Peter B Parker 🧸🌈🍼

Hobie Brown 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Pavitr Prabhakar 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Gwen Stacy 🌈🍼

Miles morales 🌈🍼

Lyla 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Wednesday 💜 (I will do regressor content for the kids!)

Wednesday Addams 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Enid Sinclair 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Principal Weems 🌈🍼

Gomez Addams 🧸🌈🍼

Morticia Addams 🧸🌈🍼

Eugene Ottinger 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Thing 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Harry Potter 💜 (I will accept regressor character for most)

Harry Potter 🧸🌈🍼

Hermione Granger 🧸🌈🍼

Ron Weasley 🧸🌈🍼

Luna Lovegood 🧸🌈🍼

Mattheo Riddle 🌈🍼

Draco Malfoy 🌈🍼

Ginny Weasley 🌈🍼

Fred Weasley 🧸🌈🍼

George Weasley 🧸🌈🍼

Neville Longbottom 🧸🌈🍼

Cedric Diggory 🌈🍼

Pansy Parkinson 🧸🌈🍼

Nymphadora Tonks 🌈🍼

Rubeus Hagrid 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Minerva McGonagall 🌈🍼

Molly Weasley 🧸🌈🍼

Severus Snape 🌈🍼

Stranger Things ❤️ (I will do regressor content)

Steve Harrington 🧸🌈🍼

Nancy Wheeler 🧸🌈🍼

Robin Buckley 🧸🌈🍼

Eddie Munson 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Chrissy Cunningham 🧸🌈🍼

Eleven/Jane Hopper 🌈🍼

Max Mayfield 🌈🍼

Dustin Henderson 🧸🌈🍼

Supernatural 💜 (I can do regressor team free will)

Dean Winchester 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Sam Winchester is 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Castiel 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Bobby Singer 🌈🍼

Charlie Bradbury 🌈🍼

Lucifer 🖤/💜

Lucifer Morningstar 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Chloe Decker 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Dan Espinoza 🧸🌈🍼

Ella Lopez 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Mazikeen Smith 🧸🌈🍼

Amenadiel 🧸🌈🍼

Linda Martin 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Trixie 🖍️🧸🌈🍼 (not necessarily regressor or cg content but would love to make stuff of her for like a friend well little 🥹❤️)

Brooklyn 99 💜 (I can add in any character as a side character :3)

Jake Peralta 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Captain Holt 🧸🌈🍼

Amy Santiago 🧸🌈🍼

Rosa Diaz 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Gina Linetti 🧸🌈🍼

Charles Boyle 🧸🌈🍼

Terry Jeffords 🧸🌈🍼

Kevin Cozner 🌈🍼

Cheddar 🍼

The Last of Us 💜

Joel miller 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Ellie 🧸🌈🍼 (as a regressor friend :3)

Criminal Minds 💜 (I can add in anyone on the list as side characters :3)

Aaron Hotchner 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Spencer Reid 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Derek Morgan 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Emily Prentiss 🧸🌈🍼

Penelope Garcia 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

David Rossi 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Jennifer Jareau 🧸🌈🍼

Victorious 🖤/💜 (I would love to do regressor content for cat :3)

Tori Vega 🌈🍼

Jade West 🧸🌈🍼

Cat Valentine 🧸🌈🍼

Beck Oliver 🌈🍼

Andre Harris 🧸🌈🍼

Robbie 🌈🍼

Sikowitz 🧸🌈🍼

Komi Can’t Communicate 💖 (I will do regressor content for some ❤️)

Komi Shouko 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Tadano Hitohito 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Osana Najimi 🧸🌈🍼

Agari Himiko 🌈🍼

Inaka Nokoko 🌈🍼

Komi Akira 🧸 (as a friend/playmate when shouko is cg :3)

Nakanaka Omoharu 🧸🌈🍼

Onemine Nene 🧸🍼

Otori Kaede 🍼

Yadano Makeru 🧸🌈🍼

Mandalorian 💜

Mandalorian/Din Djarin 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Grogu 🖍️🧸🌈🍼(as a friend/sibling to regressor)

Resident Evil 💜

Alcina Dimitrescu 🧸🌈🍼

Donna Beneviento 🧸🌈🍼

Karl Heisenberg 🧸🌈🍼

Salvatore Moreau 🧸🌈🍼

Bela Dimitrescu 🌈🍼

Cassandra Dimitrescu 🌈🍼

Daniela Dimitrescu 🌈🍼

My Little Pony 💜 ( I can do regressor content for the characters too!)

Twilight Sparkle 🧸🌈🍼

Rainbow Dash 🧸🌈🍼

Apple Jack 🧸🌈🍼

Fluttershy 🧸🌈🍼

Pinkie Pie 🧸🌈🍼

Rarity 🧸🌈🍼

Spike 🌈🍼

Princess Celestia 🌈🍼

Princess Luna 🌈🍼

Discord 🧸🌈🍼

Cheerilee 🌈🍼

Zecora 🌈🍼

Granny Smith 🌈🍼

Apple Bloom 🌈🍼

Sweetie Belle 🌈🍼

Scootaloo 🌈🍼

Gummy 🌈🍼

Owlowiscious 🌈🍼

Angel 🌈🍼

Winona 🌈🍼

Tank 🌈🍼

Opalescence 🌈🍼

Philomena 🌈🍼

Bluey 💜

Bandit Heeler 🧸🌈🍼

Chilli Heeler 🧸🌈🍼

Bluey Heeler 🌈🍼

Bingo Heeler 🌈🍼

Muffin Heeler 🌈🍼

Socks Heeler 🌈🍼

Nana Heeler 🌈🍼

Grandad (Chilli’s dad) 🌈🍼

Calypso 🧸🌈🍼

Lucky 🍼

Coco 🍼

Snickers 🍼

Mackenzie 🍼

Indy 🌈🍼

Honey 🍼

Jean-Luc 🌈🍼

Chloe 🍼

Winton 🍼

Jack 🍼

Rusty 🌈🍼

The Terriers 🌈🍼

Pom Pom 🍼

Missy 🍼

Hazbin Hotel 💖 (I can do regressor content! And I can do my best to add in characters on the list as side characters)

Lucifer Morningstar 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Charlie Morningstar 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Vaggie 🧸🌈🍼

Angel Dust 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Alastor 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Husk 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Niffty 🖍️🧸🌈🍼

Sir Pentious 🧸🌈🍼

Rosie 🧸🌈🍼

Velvette 🧸🌈🍼

Vox 🧸🌈🍼

Adam 🧸🌈🍼

Sera 🌈🍼

Emily 🌈🍼

Cherri Bomb 🌈🍼

Carmilla Carmine 🍼

Razzle and Dazzle 🌈🍼

Egg Boiz 🍼

Fat Nuggets 🌈🍼

KeeKee 🍼

Other characters 💜

Harley Quinn 🌈🍼

Jack Sparrow 🧸🌈🍼

Scp-999 “The Tickle Monster” 🌈🍼

Nimona 🌈🍼

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smokeybrandreviews · 4 years ago

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Down with the Sickness

I’ve been out here, simping hard for Lady Lady Dimitrescu, since her announcement. It’s dumb hard not too. Have you seen this chick? Like, f*ck, man, she is EVERYTHING! Giant Vampire Mommy can choke me to death any day of the week! Obviously, I'm talking about one of the antagonists of Resident Evil VIII. I actually love everything I've seen of this game so far and it kind of got me waxing nostalgic, you know? Looking back on the franchise with an eye toward growth. We just came off those excellent REmake titles and another for IV on the way. I love these games. Great narrative, great characters, great conflict but, the main reason I've been so endeared to RE franchise are definitely the BOWs. So, while I'm waxing nostalgic, i wanted to list some of my favorite horrors so far, before VIII drops and Alcina officially f*cks up my list. Like, serious, she can f*ck me up anytime.

Eveline

Eve was a real surprise in VII. I don’t want to spoil anything but if you play through this excellent title, you know exactly what I'm saying. I’m a big F.E.A.R and Ring fan so Eve really hits those Samara/Alma vibes. There was no way i wouldn’t love this character. Admittedly, E-001 is a little cliche in the design department but more than makes up for that with how goddamn sinister she is.

Crimson Head

Crimson Heads were introduced in the RE Gamecube Remake and what an addition they turned out to be. A Crimson Head is the transitional stage between a regular zombie and a Licker. This in-between form is a f*cking nightmare. They move faster than a zombie and are easily the hardest regular creatures to kill. Like, they’re straight up immortal. Unless you burn them alive, they’ll just pull a Tyrant, lay down for a while, and get he f*ck up to continue rendering your fleshy. I kind of love them! Also, motherf*cker looks pretty dapper in his little suit, don't it?

Alexia Ashford

The Younger Ashford made one hell of an entrance, didn’t she? the way she just sauntered in wearing that gorgeous, body hugging, slip of a dress, only for it to burst into flames, revealing her true, monstrous, form. I wasn’t on board for Veronica until Alexia showed up and burned up my heart. Its a fine game, don’t misunderstand, but I'm an RE2 guy. Veronica didn’t feel like that. It felt different and, more importantly, that narrative felt disjointed as f*ck. Plus, the art style was gross. Like, how is the Bandersnatch a f*cking Tyrant? F*ck all of that noise! And then there was Alexia. All was forgiven.

Verdugo

Similar to my position on Veronica, i didn’t much care for IV. This was the turning point for the entire franchise and we’d have close to a decade of straight up Michael Bay-ish schlock because of this one title. I didn’t particularly care for the action oriented nature of this particular title, but I'd be lying if i said i didn’t respect it. I mean, this game is gorgeous! These character designs are too dope and the Verdugo is one of the best in this game, if not the entire franchise.

Regenerator

Man, f*ck these things, man... The only things worse than these f*ckos are the goddamn Iron Maidens. F*ck them, too!

Mr. X

There are SO many Tyrants on these games. They went from a staple boss to borderline mascot and i kind of love it. There is a litany to choose from for this spot; T-001, T-002, T-A.L.O.S, Thanatos, the Ivan, that disgusting Bandersnatch i mentioned earlier, but it’s a particular T-103 that caught my eye. F*cking Mr.X. This sumb*tch, man, gave me straight up panic attacks. Like, you don’t even understand the fits this f*cko put fourteen year old Me through. Then, fast forward twenty years, and he’s even worse in the REmake! Nemesis will make an appearance ion this list shorty but REmake Mr. X is every bit OG Nemmy was and more. I straight up fear quit the first time this gargantuan beast came running for me. Like, that was it. I just watched a play through Haven’t touched the game since

Nemesis

Oh, Nemesis, how our relationship is SO complicated. REIII came along and installed the first tidbits of action horror in to the franchise. It didn’t go heavy like IV but it definitely forced in those QTEs. Back when this game first dropped, i thought they were pretty interesting. Now? Not so much. That said, the Nemesis is a f*cking beast! Mr. X kind of made me sh*t my pants but that original Nemmy? Bro, f*ck that guy! Nemesis is one of my favorite creature designs in this entire franchise. I’m partial to the second form original, the one that’s all malnourished with the tentacle arm, but the REmake designs are pretty cool, too. Even it it had that weird, broken, nose.

Lickers

If not for G, the Lickers would be my favorite creature in the entire franchise. The second you see this beast crawling on the ceiling in that classic, Nineties poly, CG animated cut scene, i was in love. And then it immediately decapitated me. What can i say? It was love at first sight. Lickers are a f*cking problem. They always have been. Brilliantly designed, brutally executed, and wonderfully endearing. There’s a reason it as the main antagonist of the first RE film and not, you know, an actual Tyrant.

G is, for me, the absolute pinnacle of Biohazard design. I love everything about this straight up unit. All of it’s forms. All of it’s ferocity. Just, all of IT. I’m particularly fond of the Third Form. That thing has been my favorite since i first beat the OG REII, way back when. I even had the action figure. It was wonky as a f*ck but, for the time, did the character justice. I yearn for Hot Toys or Mezco to take a crack at it with modern tech, That f*cker would be terrifying, especially using the updated, REmake model. THAT G? holy sh*t! I don’t know how you improve upon that first design but those madmen over at Capcom sure the f*ck did. Holy sh*t, i love G. I love it so much, i named one of my novel antagonists after it. Similar power set, too.

Admittedly, this list is Umbrella Saga heavy. That’s mostly because i only really like the first four games and by four i mean I, II, Nemesis, and Code Veronica. VII was dope and VIII looks amazing, but i didn’t much care for IV while V and VI were complete dog sh*t. I didn’t like anything about those two games. At all. They came out during Capcom’s weird, Americanization, period during the PS3 era and it shows. Resident Evil is about survival. It’s about working with what you have on hand, what you can find, to bust some zombie ass. You’re never supposed to be an action star, you’re supposed to be a survivor. V and VI completely forgot about that. Also, all of their BOWs are butt ugly and not in the cool or unnerving sense. VII went a long way to fixing that while VIII, with the prominence of Alcina and her Brood in all of the advertisements so far, looks to push that envelope even further. I don’t know how many of these new monstrosities will make this list in the future but, so far, they’re are quite a few.

#Resident Evil #Biohazard

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smokeybrand · 4 years ago

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Down with the Sickness

I’ve been out here, simping hard for Lady Lady Dimitrescu since her announcement. It’s dumb hard not too. Have you seen this chick? Like, f*ck, man, she is EVERYTHING! Giant Vampire Mommy can choke me to death any day! Obviously, I'm talking about one of the antagonists of Resident Evil VIII. I actually love everything I've seen of this game so far and it kind of got me waxing nostalgic, you know? Looking back on the franchise with an eye toward growth. We just game off those excellent REmake titles and another for IV on the way. I love these games. Great narrative, great characters, great conflict but, the main reason I've been so endeared to these titles are definitely the BOWs. So, while I'm waxing nostalgic, i wanted to list some of my favorite horrors from this franchise, before VIII drops and Alcina officially f*cks up my list. Like, serious, she can f*ck me up any day.

Eveline

Crimson Head

Alexia Ashford

Verdugo

Regenerator

Man, f*ck these things, man... The only things worse than these f*ckos are the goddamn Iron Maidens. F*ck them, too!

Mr. X

Nemesis

Lickers

Admittedly, this list is Umbrella Saga heavy, mostly because i only real like the first four games. VII was dope and VIII looks amazing, but V and VI were dog sh*t. I didn’t like anything about those games. At all. They came out during Capcom’s weird, Americanization, period during the PS3 era and it shows. Resident Evil is about survival. It’s about working with what you have on hand, what you can find, to bust some zombie ass. You’re never supposed to be an action star, you’re supposed to be a survivor. V and VI completely forgot about that. Also, all of their BOWs are dog sh*t ugly. VII went a long way to fixing that while VIII, with the prominence of Alcina and her Brood in all of the advertisements so far, looks to push that envelope even further. I don’t know how many of these knew monstrosities will make this list but, so far, they’re are quite a few.

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