#daniela tries to do the art thing

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕾OPHIA

Sophia Laforteza x fem!reader

summary: your favourite thing about being a singer was the hours it would just be you and your producing equipment alone. with the help of lara, you put a lot more than just your imagination into your new track; sophia

warnings: angst, fluff, mean!sophia, internalized homophobia

When you sat in that chair, in front of the glorious table of high-end equipment, you felt all the negative energy from your life evaporated into nothingness. Creating art was a passion, the feeling of fulfillment you earned from completing a song you poured blood, sweat and tears into was irreplaceable.

Until you had the pleasure of knowing Sophia Laforteza.

Sophia was her own person. She knew what she was doing on Dream Academy, and she knew what she was doing as the current leader of Katseye. She took care of herself, she took care of her bandmates and she made sure everything worked.

When you and Sophia first began talking, it was… magical.

She was an absolute dream. Sophia’s love language was acts of service; she would cook for all the girls, but she’d make an extra cup of coffee for you with a cute pattern on top of it. She would come say goodnight, tucking you in and sometimes soothing you to sleep with Disney songs. On award shows and interviews, she’d always stand behind you, making sure you wouldn’t suffer from a wardrobe malfunction.

It was the small things that really had you hooked on her. And for a while, it was everything you could’ve imagined come true.

But, then, when things would turn serious and you started reciprocating the same sort of attention she was giving you, she began distancing herself. She was no longer staying behind to talk to you when the group would have nights out, and she’d always be busy scheduling for Katseye to hang.

When you confronted her about it, she brushed it off. “No, no, it’s nothing like that,” she said, “You’re overthinking.”

Giving her the benefit of the doubt, you only nodded.

So you let her string you along a little further, giving her your hand when she asked, following her around when she’d wag an enticing finger at you. It was obvious your crush had gradually grown into a love of sorts. At least, for you.

I think we could do it if we tried, if only to say, “You’re mine”.

“Manon and I need to pick up a delivery,” Megan announced, “We’re heading downtown if anybody wants to come.”

After four hours in the dance studio, listening to the same song and doing the same routine, rehearsal had finally come to a close. Everybody was worn, fatigued from the draining energy they had to keep up with.

“I’m heading home, so that’s an option too,” Daniela said.

Yoonchae decided to head home, but Lara wanted to go thrifting, so she would leave with the two in Megan’s car. Daniela rolled her window down, Yoonchae in the passenger seat. She nodded towards the two of you.

“You guys coming home with us?” she asked.

You glanced over at Sophia hopefully, praying she could make up some excuse for the two of you to be able to spend some time alone. Though none of the girls knew of your secret, even a blind man could see the two of you were good friends, so if Sophia would have just said no, they wouldn’t have paid either of you any mind. Alas, you didn’t seem to be on the same page, the way you have noticed the two of you have been.

“Actually, I have to do this thing alone… Y/N should be heading home with ya’ll though.” she answered for you, eyeing you in a ‘leader mode’ expression. It wasn’t soft, it was exposing, with a sharp edge. You felt you could only nod in agreement, before watching her wave you all goodbye and strolling down the street towards the city’s busier section.

You know I’ll do anything you asked me to.

You slipped into the Mustang, closing the door with a deep exhale from your nose. Neither of the girls in the front seemed to notice your low energy, belting along to Daniela’s songs.

You eventually tuned them out completely, sat alone with your own thoughts. And you were left with reminiscing the few, but unforgettable moments you managed to sneak in with Sophia.

A week ago, when all of you went out for lunch and Lara began talking about her ex-girlfriend, the discussion of half the group being girl-kissers began arising. It was a sort of light-hearted teasing, just playfully making fun of each other, but Sophia got very defensive when Megan made a comment about her crushing on female Korean idols. Everybody didn’t know exactly what to say when the Filipina had insisted she was straight, and that statement, combined with her refusing to look you in the eye that whole meal afterwards was confusing.

Especially when the two of you would sneak out the house and have a late night rendezvous together. When she kissed you that night, in some alley down the block, you couldn’t help but let the negative feelings flush from your body.

But, oh my God, I think I’m in love with you.

A few days ago, the girls sat around their kitchen island for the breakfast Sophia had made. And when you came downstairs, groggy from just waking, you could see her enjoying a chat with Megan about some new clothing line that had come out. You made your way towards the six, about to go grab yourself a bite to eat when a plate of well-presented food was handed to you. You looked up, to see Sophia still very well focused on her conversation with the redhead, her eyes on Megan’s phone screen, but it was the fact she noticed your presence even when none of the other girls did, her remembering to set you a plate, knowing you would come down.

But still, you seemed to come second to quite literally anything around her.

It was then the lyrics, “Sophia, know that you and I, shouldn’t feel like a crime”. When she finally glanced at you, her eyes soft with a small smile on her face, your heart drumming at the sight of her hair nestling the sides of her face, the next line was clear. “I just wanna say how much I love you with your hair down.”

Though she would sometimes show she cared in her own ways, she kept her distance, hiding behind her carefully built walls. Even in the rare moments they were alone, Sophia’s fingers only briefly brushed against your hand before she pulled away, retreating into herself.

Sophia insisted on it. “It’s better this way,” she’d said one night, lying beside Y/N in a dim hotel room after a gig. “The band... the fans... they wouldn’t get it. It’s just easier to keep it to ourselves. Were the only ones who matter, right?”

How ironic. Everybody else’s opinion was so important to her, but yours blew straight past her head.

When Sophia came back that day, she smelt of a foreign cologne. She came into her room when you and Yoonchae were watching a show together in the younger’s bed. She noticed you there, watching her every move, but neither of you were gonna say anything in front of Yoonchae.

When the latter got up make some microwave popcorn, you decided to just upright test just how much you actually meant to her.

“I can’t do this anymore, Sophia,” you sighed.

Sophia turned around from facing her closet, her eyebrows furrowing. “Do what?”

“This—us—being some kind of secret you’re too afraid to admit exists.” Your words came out sharper than you had intended, but you didn’t try to soften them. “I’m tired of hiding how I feel. I’m tired of pretending that we’re just friends when we’re not. At least, I’m not.”

Sophia sighed heavily, leaning her head back against the closet door. “You think this is easy for me? You think I want to keep it a secret?”

“Then why do you?” You shot back, standing now, Yoonchae’s laptop forgotten on her bed. “Why do you care so much about what the band or the fans might think? We’re human, Sophia. They’d get it, especially the girls.”

Sophia’s jaw clenched, and she stepped forward, her tone firm but defensive. “You don’t know that. You don’t know how they’ll react, what they’ll say. If this gets out, it could ruin everything we’ve worked for.”

“What you’ve worked for,” You corrected, crossing your arms. “Because I’m the one putting my heart into this, and you’re the one pretending it doesn’t mean anything.”

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair is you asking me sneak around in the dark while you act like you don’t care about me at all!” Your voice cracked, and you quickly swiped at your eyes.

Sophia’s face softened for a moment, but then she turned away, her hands running through her hair in frustration. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is that simple! You either want to be with me, or you don’t.”

Silence hung between you, thick and suffocating. You took a deep breath and added, more quietly, “I don’t want to keep hiding, Sophia. Not anymore. If you can’t handle that, then maybe this isn’t what I thought it was.”

Sophia spun around, her expression stormy. “Fine. You want honesty? I’m scared, okay? I’m scared of what happens when everything changes. When we can’t go back to how things were before.”

“It already changed, Sophia,” You said softly. “You’re the only one pretending it hasn’t.”

Sophia opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again. Her eyes darted around the room as if searching for an exit. Finally, she grabbed her jacket from the chair and muttered, “I need some air.”

“That’s your answer? Running away?” You asked, your voice a mixture of hurt and anger.

Sophia paused at the door, her back to you. “I’ll be back later.”

Baby, you don’t gotta fight, I’ll be here till the end of time.

She left, the door clicking shut behind her.

You sat back down, staring at the closed door, the empty room echoing with everything left unsaid. When Yoonchae came back in, asking about a grumbling Sophia storming out the dorm, you just shrugged and said you didn’t know.

Wishing that you were mine, pull you in, it’s alright.

“Hello, Eyekons!” The screen flickered on, Lara's face appearing under the warm light of her apartment. She dragged out the fan base name, practically yelling at the top of her lungs. Fans flooded the comments, greeting the woman. Lara grinned, adjusting her phone. “I figured we’d do a little acoustic set tonight, ‘cuz y’know ’ya girls have been working hard in the studio to feed ya’ll. Y/N and I have been really putting our Katsussies into this one song, so we’re gonna let you guys hear a bit of it, and you can tell us if ya’ll like it.”

Fans immediately filled the chat with excitement.

Lara leaned closer to the camera, her smile softening. “Okay, so backstory while babygirl sets everything up. Y/N wrote this song, I helped produce it and honestly, I feel like it’s definitely one of the more vulnerable and beautiful things I’ve shared.”

She paused, scrolling through the comments before adding, “The thing is, Y/N never outright said who it was about or what inspired her, but, you know, when we were working on it, it always felt like there was this... extra weight in the room. Like, it wasn’t just a song for her—it was the song.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper, like she was sharing a secret. “And if you ask me, I think it was about someone really close to her. Maybe even someone you guys know, but,” she held her hands up, “Ya’ll didn’t hear that from me.”

user01 watch it be about sophia

user02 LARA DONT EDGE US TF

user03 I bet everyone everything it’s a laforn/n song

Lara laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I mean, I’m not naming names. But if you pay attention to the lyrics... well, I think it’s pretty obvious Y/N poured her heart into this one. And it’s about someone who’s made her feel, like, really conflicted. Like they’re hiding something. Anyway...”

You came back into the room after a door opened and closed. You came onscreen, immediately getting roped into the live by Lara. The Indian yanked you into her lap as the tow of you stared at the phone. You waved. “Hey, guys. Oh, damn, there’s like 30 thousand people watching this right now.”

Lara hissed, “I might’ve teased our new song.”

“Lara, it’s supposed to be a work in progress still.” You scolded, your arm around her shoulder as the two of you playfully bickered in front of the fans. “But I guess since you dropped the ball like that, we can play a little snippet.”

Lara goes to pick up her headphones, plugging the keyboard into the system before you got into place in Lara’s chair.

You grabbed a microphone and headphones of your own, pointing at the base track file on the computer for Lara before the two of you counted down together. And when the first note hit, you felt your eyes flutter shut, teeth picking at your lips nervously. You hadn’t shown anybody this song except Lara and a couple of Katseye’s writers and producers. The first snippet of it launching live for tens of thousands of people felt very nerve-wracking. But the one person you wished this song could reach wouldn’t hear it first.

“I think we could do it if we tried, if only to say, ‘you’re mine’.” You sang softly into the microphone, “Baby, know that you and I, shouldn’t feel like a crime.”

user04 Singing this from experience is crazy

user05 it has to sophia

user06 OMG WHOEVER IT IS THEY FUMBLED

You weren’t thinking about who was watching anymore. You weren’t thinking about Sophia or the fight or the aching silence that had followed. It was just you, the song, and the truth you had poured into it. You kept the name of the song hidden for now, replacing the many times you would say her name into something more general to avoid any trouble.

When the final chord faded, she opened her eyes to see the chat overflowing with comments;

user07 Weird way to propose, but yes.

user08 ID NEVER KEEO YOU SECRET BABY :(

user09 hope sophia hears this y/n

Your breath caught at that last comment, but you quickly pushed forward. “Well, I hope you guys like it so far, we’re still figuring out some other parts to the song,” you said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your support means the absolute world to us, so, thank you, Eyekons.”

Lara hooked an arm around your neck, giving you a side hug in show of support. “Yes, this amazing human being works very hard to give you guys the music you all deserve.”

The chat continued to flood with love and support.

user10 We’re here for you guys always <3

user11 ex or not you deserve someone who’s proud of you

user12 The voice crack “in love with you” broke me

You set your headphones down, your hands trembling slightly as you glanced back at the screen. Your phone buzzed on the table, a notification from somebody that had your heart racing.

Sophia L. You think you’re in love with me?

[ruruvxz]

Keeping it quiet 'til I hit back — California

The Woman Who Left Too Soon; Lara Raj, the lead singer and coveted music producer for Katseye, has never felt the need for useless romance. Don't get her wrong— she loves a good chummy romance, but it was never really for her. That could partly be blamed on her past lover, who abruptly left her just to become some indie artist, but then again, the tides change, and so do the people. And what the— she's famous now, she's unstoppable, she can pull anyone, so why the hell is the woman who left her in the dust, pretending to be all buddy-buddy with her.

PROFILES∿ nightmare blunt rotation > KATSEYE

#masterlist, #payroll advocates

LARA RAJ ❀ lararajj & larahatesbabies

“Said I had the prettiest eyes, you’ve ever seen.” Lara has always known who she was since birth, a beautiful singer, and an even more beautiful person, despite her intimidating exterior, she’s such a kind soul. She’s the sweetest person to everyone, although has trouble being in relationships due to her previous rocky one with another musician. Y/n L/n left her high and dry without a word, though, she avoids talking about it completely and tries her best not to contact her due to her issues. Although one thing can be noted, she has never told anyone the name or who her evil ex actually was, just the terrible stories that came with it.

MERET MANON ❀ meretmanon & bluntmanz

“She’s a catch, but so am I.” The only girl who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut, constantly getting in trouble for slipping updates and upcoming projects the girls are doing. Manon is very genuine though, she hates liars, absolutely adores her members, and will always defend them. Despite that she doesnt know about Y/n, and only knows of an evil girl Lara used to date. She thinks y/n would be perfect for a blunt rotation though. She met Lara during Dream Academy and connected through the fact that both girls had been chosen and hadn’t auditioned like the rest. The both of them are so close, in fact, they even go to family parties together with Megan and Lara’s sister.

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA ❀ sophialaforteza & sophiathefirst

“Guess sometimes you learn to forget.” The mother of the group. As someone who Lara confides with the most for relationship advice, Sophia knows all about you, in a strange way, always finding another reason to dislike you every day. Despite that, she remains civil and enjoys your music (mainly because she doesn’t know it’s you). Her heart is in the right place, Sophia and Lara had a shared love for musical arts, and often went to musicals and plays together, even having their little group filled with other theater geeks.

DANIELA AVANZINI ❀ danielaavanzini & opiummdani

“You had to make it obvious.” Lara’s biggest opp I’m afraid, it’s all in lighthearted fun, but y/n was unironically one of her celebrity crushes so she’d sometimes go on and on, not knowing the true extent of her behavior. She means nothing bad by it, but on multiple occasions, Lara has blocked her, even during events the redhead is side-eyeing Daniela whenever she brings you up. Even then, Daniela and Lara had an inseparable bond, through their love for dance and Playboi Carti, the both of them make a lethal duo. Daniela would often barge into Lara’s room begging to go to Erewhon together or to do another dance trend for the Eyekons.

MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL ❀ meganskiendel & mamanmegan

“I wanted to see the world in color, through your eyes.” Lara’s roommate and number one victim of her constant yapping and ranting knows Lara like an open book and is undoubtedly the closest one to her. This leads her to being the only person, other than Lara’s sister, who knows who you truly are. Despite the fact, that she adores Y/n more as a musician than a person, teasing Lara at the fact Megan owns Y/n’s poster and hangs it on the walls of their shared bedroom. She is quite literally Lara’s little sister she never had, she invites Lara to family events and vice versa. She never goes anywhere without Lara, often begging her to come with her to do minuscule tasks, like getting a lighter for the deli a jogging away, she has to bring Lara with her.

YOONCHAE JEUNG ❀ y0pn_cha3 & yooninurwalls

“And the walls painted white, they tell me all their secrets.” Even though everyone knows about her sassy attitude, Yoonchae is regarded to be one of the innocent members. Although no one knows she’s friends with Y/n and her little crew, since she’s often kept to herself, and no one asks about it. Despite being in both groups, she has no clue that you and Lara where ever in a situation together, and completely blocks out all her member’s love lives. She is Lara’s baby, her child, her toddler, even when Yoonchae’s tired and sleepy, Lara would always lend her a shoulder to sleep on. And when Lara’s tired, she still tries her best to entertain Yoonchae despite how exhausted she is.

[valleynix]

Do you have any Daniela headcanons?

OFC I DO, my favorite little firefly <33

she's a night owl

while canonically i know their hair is all the same, i like to think she shaved hers to match the little shaved patch Bela has in her concept art

she will adore most nicknames/pet names someone gives her, and it's probably one of her love languages at this point

that being said, she has nicknames for everyone. hers are based on how she feels about that person and the meaning behind whatever object/name she gives them (think like when she calls Reader "dove" or "flower")

physical touch is her #1 love language and she will make it everyone else's problem

her favorite nights are ones she gets to spend alone with her sisters and/or mother. she loves knowing she's safe and cared for

her eyes glow the brightest

i feel the main reason she prefers having steady company is because she struggles with reality, more in the sense that she may see or hear things that aren't there, but it's made better when someone is with her to ground her

she loves giving kisses to anyone willing to accept

while romance books are one of her favorites, she does still read other genres, often doing so in case Bela wants to chat with her about them

she doesn't prefer human meat as much as her sisters do; blood is more her go-to (just like her mama)

she has a sweet tooth

i feel like she's definitely tried to cook something for her family once, and it's why she now has to have one of her sisters with her if she tries cooking something. she's not stupid, but she can get a little careless or distracted

definitely has ADHD

her immaturity is mostly a front she puts on as the youngest daughter; she's very mature and "wise" in serious moments, but she does try to lighten the mood a lot

the main reason she stays up so late is because she gets engrossed in a book. she's probably a worse bookworm than Bela is

she likes collecting things! mostly rocks, flowers, and other shiny/pretty things

[camillewasthere]

april 28 2024

It's 10pm and I'm about to get high. In a few weeks i'll be 32 years old. What a wild time.

When I got back from the gym today I was looking at baby pictures of Jannika and I. I look at baby version of me and I get kinda sad. I'm looking at a girl with not a clue what's in store. I want to protect the baby version of me from the world. It's sad to realize how things happen. That in order to be a well rounded person, you have to experience all things.

One memory I think about a lot when I was a child was when I got little papers, scissors and random art supplies and put it in a little ziploc. I wanted to hide it for some reason. I don't know who would want to look for a ziploc bag of art supplies. I decided to hide it on top of my uncle/grandma's vanity which was high as fuck. Probably a foot awat from the ceiling. When I tried to hide it, the bag fell. And I never found it again.

I was such a shy child. I always made sure to be mindful. To be aware. I was always watching everyone else. Always conscious of the space I took. Never feeling part of the crowd. Somehow always fake. Just observing. I love baby me. And I think if baby me knew the person I would become, she would be proud. She would want me to be happy and chose the road that brings fulfillment. She would probably think I was pretty. She would probably watch me do my makeup. She would be content with just being there with me.

I have been in my head a lot lately. Constantly strategizing. Thinking about what's next. What move is the right move. It's funny how much it consumes me. But how little I convey on the outside. People only see the product but never realize how long the process took.

Moving up to the bay area has been weighing heavily on my mind. Last time I went to visit I remember how much I liked being there. It felt more home-y to me.

Cons: It's colder Bears on hikes lol Probably more expensive Miss Daniela!

Pros: Better food Paid more Shady hikes Probably find the loml lol New cities to explore Easy way to go north or south to go on trips Less white people lol

Wow putting it out on a list like this actually makes it seem way more desirable. I can't wait to find a place I can furnish. With a washer dryer. No carpet. I'm so excited.

Before I end this I do want to at least talk about how i've been feeling.

It's been almost 6 months since the break up. He's still living here until our lease is over at the end of June. It's a conflicting feeling. Every day that gets closer, the more nervous I get about the plan with the dogs. But when I think about him being gone, all I can feel is excited. It's like I can finally be free of that energy. I can't wait to fix up my space. To be in my thoughts alone at home. So happy I have the dogs to protect me and keep me company. I don't really feel lonely. I know that will likely change once he's actually out of here. But for a long time before we broke up I was already doing so many things alone. It's liberating to be single honestly. I have almost zero desire to be with anyone. I say almost because I continue to be intrigued by the idea of Lori and Bre's friend and I being together. I don't want to imagine this as something more than it is, which is literally nothing lol. But it does seem like a possibility. I have to let my mind leave it at that. Old me would continue to obsess. New me wants to focus on what is good for me. What will make me happy. Because ultimately I want to be able to be so content with myself that anyone who seeks after me will only be an addition. I've settled for soooo long with too many guys that weren't right for me, whether they were good or bad. There's a reason they all didn't work out. Including long lost air force man. I need to allow my brain to understand that concept. The common denominator with all of those relationships is me. My physical self would constantly make deals with my emotional self that would lead to me staying for longer than I should have.

What's wild is, despite all the break up's i've had, I think the one with flannel mustache boy was the worst of the worst. Thinking about that relationship makes me wanna throw up to be honest. He was so handsy and gross. So flashy. Literally i'm barfing right now imagining how others saw us.

Anyway, yeah I'm stoked to be on my own. I love being home alone. Having a space all to myself is gonna be such a nice little vacation.

xx me

[halogrift]

♤ ⋰ she frowns ; the answer isn't what she's looking for. the inquisitive part of her brain would like to push her father for more information, though it's once again defeated by her desire to be like him. the art of non - answers is something to be studied, piper things. ❝ it's hard to not worry. alaina murdered, daniela missing– there's a common denominator between those two, y'know. like being a girl isn't scary enough. ❞ she tries a different approach, like appealing to her own hypothetical fears could pull more of a story from him. ❝ if i wanna do what you do, don't i need to think about it ? i mean, dad– people have called it dead creek. ❞

he's  caught  off-guard  by  his  youngest's  abrupt  arrival,  taken  aback  even  more  by  her  immediate  string  of  brazen  questions.  though  he  believed  himself  astute,  nathan  failed  to  realize  that  his  children  would  eventually  inherit  his  curiosity  —  his  desire  to  know,  and  know,  and  know.  it  shouldn't  come  as  a  shock  to  him  that  the  history  he'd  spent  half  his  life  burying  would  be  unearthed  by  his  own  flesh  and  blood,  and  yet  here  he  was,  trying  not  to  stumble  over  his  words  to  avoid  giving  piper  something  to  latch  on  to.  “  i  try  not  to  dwell  on  it,  ”  is  what  nathan  settles  on  telling  her;  the  closest  to  the  truth  that  doesn't  offer  anything  more.  but  try  is  an  operative  word,  at  least  in  the  meantime.  ever  since  alaina's  death,  it  seems  that  he's  been  sucked  right  back  to  1999,  the  familiar  paranoia  striking  him  like  a  flash  of  lightning.  if  history  is  truly  doomed  to  repeat  itself,  then  how  much  longer  until  the  next  body  inevitably  hits  the  ground?  until  people  start  pointing  fingers  again?  (  never  mind  if  they're  wrong.  )  “  . . .  and  i  suggest  you  do  the  same.  especially on things you don't need to be thinking about in the first place.  ”

[infernalrevenge]

Hey I saw requests were open and was wondering if you could do house dimitrescu plus donna if that's ok reaction to you know that things guys do where they lean on a door way and flex their muscles

Ohohoho anon, I love the idea of buff and strong reader always (part of the reason why I personally started working out, because I want to be the strong buff one HAHAHA). I'm not sure if you meant for this to be male reader, but I just wrote it as if it was gender neutral :P Hope that's okay!

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Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is fairly muscular herself (like have you seen the outline of her arms in her dress??? I'm getting warm just thinking about them) so she knows what it takes to have such a physique.

She would regard your gesture in silent appreciation, if not with a smirk curled on the corner of her lips. Whether you meant to show off like that or not, she very much enjoyed the view either way.

She might even throw a teasing wink your way, stopping you in your tracks and whatever train of thought you were going with.

Taking notice of this, she would simply ask you to go on, but not changing her demeanor or the way she looked at you like she was ready to devour every inch of your body -- not quite in the literal sense that she was accustomed to, though.

Good luck trying to get through the rest of this conversation. It would take a lot more than a bit of flexing to make The Alcina Dimitrescu blush. Either way, you got a very positive response.

Bela Dimitrescu

It's usually difficult to frazzle or fluster Bela in any way -- she was trained to take things in stride and with grace, almost always knowing what to say for any particular situation. Nothing can get past her.

Except seeing you rest your hands on top of a door frame and subconsciously flexing your triceps, apparently. Which uhhhhh... does a number on her.

You could pretty much pinpoint the second when her brain starts to devolve to mush -- first with her widened eyes, then she eventually starts tripping up her words because she's not sure what to focus on anymore. What even are words anymore?

It wasn't like she hadn't taken notice of your physique before this moment -- she had made her appreciation quite clear in the past (especially in the bedroom.) But the sudden casual display of it somehow got to her, and it got her good.

Teasing her about it will just make her deny the reaction, shaking her head as she tries to take control of the conversation and steer it to something else. Don't worry, she'll still show exactly how much she loves your body beyond this moment.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra is a bit of a straight shooter when it comes to showing her attraction to someone else (only when she knows they reciprocate though) so she would have no qualms about showing how much she loved the "subtle" display.

Even if you weren't looking at her, you could practically feel her gaze roaming all over your body, dragging on in specific areas. If you were, she would lock eyes with you and make her intentions abundantly clear -- how much she wanted you right then and there.

In all honesty, it would also just be part of a ploy to fluster you and catch you off guard. She did so love the effect she had on you, just as much as she enjoyed the view.

She'd even start wolf-whistling and calling you a "sexy hunk" out in the open, not quite caring if anyone was around to hear her shout such provocative compliments. If it got the message across that you were hers, then that was just an added bonus. Seeing you start to flush red was yet another bonus too.

Depending on the situation, she might even take it as a challenge and start flexing on you herself, in no way shy to display her strength and physicality. Considering how competitive she can be, this should be no surprise.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela was no stranger to the art of flirtation, being the "resident heartbreaker" (as she liked to call herself.) She usually picked up on overt signals of the like that went her way, though her response varied depending on who it was.

Whether you showed off to her on purpose or not, because it was you, she just starts... blabbering. Non-stop. If you thought she had little to no filter with her words to begin with, you're dead wrong because she can go even further.

She starts commenting on everything she can see, including you, but you can barely understand her as she's talking at a thousand words a minute. You think you hear something about how toned and defined your muscles are and then suddenly she's talking about the cobwebs in the ceiling which could mean there are spiders but also wow you must really work out a lot, can you lift her, can you lift HER MOM--

Basically she starts short-circuiting a little. Daniela.exe has not stopped responding, in fact it's taking up a lot more space than you expected.

The quickest way to help her regain her bearings is to reach out and take her hand, maybe give a little kiss for good measure. A blush and a giggle later, she'll be sure to shower you with compliments (and a request to carry her bridal-style.)

Donna Beneviento

Because of the way Donna is, it's a little difficult for you to parse if she's caught "speechless" by something. She's already a woman of few words to begin with.

She's lucky she has her veil on practically 24/7, so you won't quite see how red and hot under the collar she had gotten seeing your muscles on display like that.

What she probably hadn't taken into account was Angie's presence, because as much as she was her own entity, she was also connected to the dollmaker in almost every sense. The result? Plenty of thirst comments thrown your way.

"OHH-WEE DONNA, YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO PICK 'EM! LUCKY YOU FOR HAVING FRONT ROW SEATS TO THIS GUN SHOW, HUH? TAKE THAT SHIRT OFF AND SHOW US WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF, YOU STUD!"

Too little too late when Donna tries to cover Angie's mouth to keep her from saying any more, pretty much indicative of how true those outbursts are. Her face is burning by this point, and as calmly as she could she tries to excuse herself and leave your vicinity. But not without a final shout of "YOU'RE HOT" from that mischievous little doll.

[lepusrufus]

Something sweet and cute before I get to part two of Bela can never take a break™

The Dimitrescu daughters hobbies headcanons (Daniela)

As we can all agree, bb loves reading 

Her "study" is a room adjacent to the library where she keeps her favorite books

She really loves makeup and is quite good at applying it 

She also likes doing her sister's makeup even though they personally don't care much for it 

Bela lets her go all out with any products she wants because it makes Dani happy but she can't really bring herself to maintain it so it always gets smudged 

Cassandra doesn't like having heavy makeup on but still lets Dani do some basic mascara, lipstick, etc for her

She also really loves crafting and occasionally makes jewelry of small decorations from stuff like bones, pretty rocks, whatever she can get her hands on 

Babygirl still needs a creepy vibe after all 

Cassandra always tries to keep the skull of whatever animal she's hunting intact just in case Daniela wants it for some art project 

Dani is the one that made them the little swords of their matching necklaces 

Her study looks clean and organized but keyword is looks 

The strategy is shoving everything in drawers so it doesn't look messy 

But if you need to grab one thing you'll have 10 others fall on you

Her organization doesn't go much beyond "makeup stuff here, art stuff here, bones he- oh it's the peanut i lost last week yummy"

[the-insomniac-emporium]

RE8 Ladies + Love Languages

While this isn't terribly long per character, I am putting it under a read-more for the combined length. Some characters have more details than others, partially due to how much I've written for them (and therefore had time to think about how they show their affections). For once the contents are not in alphabetical order. Crazy, right? PS there's a very, very brief implication of NSFW in Daniela's section.

Features the entire Dimitrescu family, Mother Miranda, Donna Beneviento, and as a lil bonus Ava.

Cassandra Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Physical touch

Secondary Love Language: Acts of Service

Examples: Constantly wants to be touching some part of her lover, even if she sometimes pretends otherwise, from hand holding to making them sit in her lap. So goddamn touch starved. Preferably sleeps with her lover sprawled out on top of her, weighing her down, soothed by the constant pressure. Seriously, this woman needs someone to hold her as close as possible, running their fingers through her hair, pressing soft little kisses along her neck + shoulder. And then repeat. Every single day. For life.

Treating her lover’s wounds, or bringing them tea to soothe their nightmares, or monitoring their health when they're sick (see: Bound Blood + We Don’t Talk About That). Cassandra hates feeling like she owes someone, and isn’t fond of others owing her (because when they pay her back, she might end up owing them “the difference”). When it comes to love, however, all debts feel paid as soon as they are incurred. She does things for her beloved because she cares for them, expecting nothing in return. Sure, she’ll complain about the effort, but it doesn’t really bother her, and she truly hopes her lover knows that.

Mother Miranda:

Primary Love Language: Acts of Service

Secondary Love Language: Gift Giving

Examples: Despite the decades she has spent as a Goddess, commanding the willing masses, Miranda doesn’t put much emphasis on words. Instead, she values actions above all else. She doesn't care if someone says that they are devoted to her, she wants to see the effects of that devotion. In turn, she much prefers to show her affection rather than voice it, even if it leaves her lover less sure of her feelings. One must keep in mind that she is the leader of an entire region, and the fact that she chooses to personally take care of something for you means a hell of a lot. Even if it’s just making you a cup of tea whenever she brews some for herself, or something as big as setting up a studio for you and your personal projects, or simply ensuring that your favorite meals are added to the rotation.

Similar, in some aspects, to her preference to showcase her love rather than announce it, Miranda takes pride in her ability to select gifts. She remembers just about everything you ever tell her, easily memorizing things you express interest in. Though she won’t make a big deal out of it, you’ll often find little gifts from her lying around, casual reminders of how much of her attention is devoted to you.

Daniela Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Secondary Love Language: Physical Touch

Examples: What can she say, she loves to be worshipped. Having someone look at her with eyes full of adoration, one hand cupping her cheek, as they list a thousand reasons why they love her? That’s all she wants. Or sitting with her lover’s head in her lap, listening to them recite poetry that reminds them of her, while she runs her fingers through their hair. Ooh, or hearing them cry out her name like something holy as she all but buries her head between their legs. But don’t worry, she’s just as eager to return the favor, singing soft praises dedicated to her beloved. Admittedly, her compliments are sometimes a tad roundabout (so to speak).

“Mmm,” she’ll hum, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Living in a castle, my every need catered to, endless life, and, of course, the most darling little pet I could ever ask for. What more could I want?” Then she’ll pull her lover close, a kiss against their pulse point to claim them as her own. It’s impossible for her to determine her favorite place to touch her lover. There are little spots that elicit sweet sounds from them, then there are places where their warmth is a tad fiercer than normal, pure bliss against her own freezing skin. Wherever she touches them, it’s a silent declaration of her love.

Bela Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Quality Time

Secondary Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Examples: It doesn’t matter what she does with her lover, as long as they are together, in the same room if not actively pressed against each other. Any hobby of theirs is one that she’ll instantly take interest in. An academic at heart, she loves to learn, regardless of the subject, and takes endless delight in learning from those close to her. There’s something incredible about the feeling she gets when she gets a chance to show her lover how much she remembers, and she sees that spark of joy in their eyes.

Considering her fondness for classical literature, it’s no surprise that she adores using language to convey the depths of her affection. Whether she’s quoting Sappho or Shakespeare, she often relies on dead poets to express herself. In turn, she cannot even begin to describe the feeling she gets when her lover returns the gesture, especially if they go so far as to write something original for her. More than once she’s tried to craft her own poetry, but has found herself lacking (at least to her own standards). One thing she enjoys is memorizing poetry written by someone from her lover’s home country, assuming that they’re not from Romania.

Alcina Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Gift Giving/Physical Touch

Secondary Love Language: Quality Time

Examples: Considering the era in which she was born, it’s not terribly surprising that Alcina’s affection often manifests in less obvious ways. A hand on her lover’s back, guiding them along, or letting her knee touch theirs when they sit next to each other, or gently reaching out to give one of their hands a soft pat during quiet conversations. On top of that, she gives out gifts almost constantly. Oh, her lover very briefly mentioned enjoying a local artist? Well, Alcina will be certain to purchase several (or most) of their recent work. Did her beloved muse out loud about not having much jewelry? That won’t do! She’ll get them a large assortment, including plenty that bear the crest of House Dimitrescu. Everyone will know who her lover is, if only for the way that they are adorned with her loveliest finery.

Much like her eldest daughter (who likely takes after her mother), Alcina also enjoys the barest of interactions with her darling. With the endless stretch that is her potential lifespan, she knows that she has all the time in the world to learn new skills, or experience all that the village has to offer. Nothing warms her heart quite like the idea of getting to enjoy those things with the people that matter most to her- namely her partner and her children.

Donna Beneviento:

Primary Love Language: Quality Time

Secondary Love Language: Gift Giving

Examples: An odd mix of shy and calculating, Donna Beneviento is not one to rely on words, nor does she often take grand actions where others may observe. Instead, she works (and weaves) within the shadows. When it comes to love, she prefers to let her priorities reveal her feelings. Day after day, she chooses to spend time with her partner, regardless of the activity. If they ask for her company, she gives it without hesitation. She invites them to join her in the garden, or give input on her latest creations, and ensures that they are readily involved in just about every aspect of her life.

Being as talented as she is with crafting (both the overall art of doll-making and the somewhat related ability to sew all sorts of clothing), ‘tis not surprising that she also turns to gifts to express herself. From knitting hats in winter to soft blankets when her partner is sick, she provides for them in the easiest way she knows how.

Avaskian Caldwell:

Primary Love Language: Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation

Secondary Love Language: Quality Time

Examples: Arguably the most touch-starved person ever to exist, xer only possible rival being Cassandra. Struggles to strike a balance between hating being touched unexpectedly and wanting constant physical attention. Will give affectionate shoulder/back pats, loves forehead kisses/bumps, literally cannot sleep without cuddling someone/something (such as a stuffed animal). At the same time, a lifetime of severe anxiety has made it so that xe often relies on verbal encouragement from others to feel good/motivate xerself. Xe craves compliments, and defaults to poetry as a way of expressing love for others. One might think that being selectively mute might put a damper on this. However, if anything, it just furthers the value of xer speech. You know that xe cares about you if xe not only writes you poetry, but reads it aloud for you.

In true introvert/anxiety-riddled-bean fashion, Ava is also more than content to just chill with loved ones. Xe grew up in an admittedly fucked up family, but some of xer happiest childhood memories are of xerself sitting with xer brother, watching while he played through videogame after videogame, or sitting together on the big couch and reading. Years later, xe has a strong instinct to want to recreate those moments with xer new (slightly less fucked up) family.

[nightwishesworld]

Oh, I have a request! How about the daughters (who love the reader very much) always taking the reader and practically stealing her every time she’s with Alcina? (Cuz we need more daughters and reader interaction 🥲) And maybe to the point of our precious big dommy mommy gettin ya know ya know jealous? ;)) HAHGSHAHAHAHA, that would be hilarious to see. Anyways, hope you’re havin’ a great time~ ✌🏻till next time!

I’m so sorry this took me so long anon! I’ve gotten more requests than I ever thought I would and I’m starting to get behind. This was a really sweet one to put together though- really enjoyed it!

Slight Gore warning for Cassandra! Nothing too detailed but it is referenced. If you don’t like it just skip her

Bela

Being the eldest sibling has made her the most level-headed of the three. After decades of ending squabbles between her younger sisters, she’s discovered the pleasures of retail therapy. 

She takes great joy in popping off to neighboring villages for a few hours perusing the various aromatherapy shops.

And she takes even greater pleasure bringing you along. Dragging you, really. Even if you’re otherwise busy. Sometimes she’ll buy you a few scents or lotions that catch your eye.

She calls it “compensation for being dragged away from Mother,” but really she’s just happy to spoil you

Also loves asking you for literature recommendations. As vast as the castle’s library is, Bela had read through most of the literature over her lifetime

Is absolutely fascinated by modern day novels. 

She takes you on a day-long shopping spree visiting five surrounding villages just blowing through money buying almost every book that peaks her interest

Most of your time together is spent relaxing in the library talking about your novels. 

Eventually you’ve collected enough books to make an entirely new section in the library just for the two of you.

Even when cuddled up with Alcina in the library, there is simply no escaping Bela when she’s looking for recommendations or simply someone to talk to

At the end of the day, you really didn’t mind. You were more than happy to spend time with all the girls and happy they wanted to spend time with you. 

You knew as annoyed as Alcina got when interrupted she found it incredibly sweet that her daughters will go out of their way to be with you

Cassandra (Cassi)

Suffers from middle child syndrome hardcore

She’s a bit too old to understand Bela’s interests, but too old to join Daniela in her delusional fantasies. So naturally, she tries to cling onto you.

At first she tries to convince you to enter the basement with her so she can show you her “Art Gallery,” but Alcina forbade it. So things between you and Cassi went quiet for awhile

Alcina says Cassandra is an artist of some sort and all her work is done in the basement

After about a month of silence Cassandra came barrelling into your private study with some kind of canvas in her hands

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, y/n, but I’ve been working really hard on your gift.”

You gush, “oh Cassi, you didn’t have to make me anything. That’s so sweet of you.”

She eagerly flips over the canvas to reveal her painting of a human heart.

It was beautifully detailed, the heart really jumped off the page against the black background...but something was off about it. It took a minute for you to realize it but once you did, you couldn’t stop staring. The heart was painted with blood.

You were lost for words. 

“Well?” Cassi, asked with a broad smile on her face. “Do you like it?”

All you could do at first was nod you head. “Oh Cassandra, its gorgeous. You really made this?”

The girl’s eyes were rapturous. “It’s my favorite hobby! But this particular piece was my first try at observational painting. I hope I did a good job...”

“Are you kidding Cassi? It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen anything like it. Can I hang it on my wall?”

She lunges at you, wrapping you in a suffocating hug. “Thank you, y/n. I made it a heart so you know how much we love having you here with us.”

Tears were starting to prick your eyes. “I love you guys, too.”

You looked up lust long enough to see Alcina walk in your study, roll her eyes and walk right back out.

Daniela (Dani)

Being the youngest Dimitrescu definitely has its advantages and Daniela knows how to use every single one.

Gets away with absolutely everything and anything under the sun. Even things her older sisters could only dream of getting away with and it irritates them to no end.

Daniela is definitely the most daring of the three. Always pushing her boundaries with her mother and will go out of her way to annoy Alcina just for funsies.

Is comfortable (and has) appearing in your bedroom while your, erm...busy with Alcina. Literally grabs you by the arm and swoops you away in a swarm of moths giggling the entire time. You hear Alcina shouting obscenities as you’re taken away.

You’re both thoroughly embarrassed.

Daniela seems to be, just like her mother, very needy. Attention starved if you will. So of course, she’s in need of your presence every hour. Sometimes more. 

And for the dumbest freaking reasons!

“Y/n come quick! Look at the birds in the garden. They’re so pretty!”

You laugh at her excitement “They’re crows, Dani. We see them every day.”

Other times she will drag you to her room and pull out her vast collection of weapons and tell you different stories associated with each one. You loved hearing how passionate Daniela was about her collection.

On a few rare occasions, she even gifted you a set of daggers, or crossbow, or whatever your favorite weapon is.

“You don’t own any y/n, which means you’re vulnerable to attacks. One day I’ll teach you how to use them.”

BONUS: Alcina being absolutely done with her girls not sharing

Late hours of the night are Alcina’s favorite time of day

She gets to relax in bed with you all to herself while shedding away all the stresses from the day. 

More often than not she’ll lazily sip a glass of wine and reread her favorite novel to you while you’re nestled in her lap.

It was the only time of day she knew she had you all to herself

...usually...

One night all three of her daughters barged in your bedroom arguing who you would spend time with first. Alcina tried shouting over them to take control of the situation, but none of them were even paying her attention.

Situations like this call for drastic measures.

Alcina covered your ears and shouted at her girls from the top of her lungs. Once she knew she had their attention she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a...spray bottle? They were about to laugh at her before she explained that the spray bottle contained holy water.

That scared them enough to make them back up a few steps. Daniela even hisssed at her, baring her fangs like a feral animal.

“I am tired of you three stealing away my y/n and I’ve reached my breaking point. This is the one time of day I’m allowed exclusive time with them and I will not have you getting in the way of that.”

You couldn’t process what was happening before you. Was Alcina really prepared to spray her own daughters with holy water just because she wouldn’t get her cuddles tonight? Really?

Daniela felt bold tonight. “As if you would actually do it. I bet that’s not even holy water.”

Alcina only arched a brow. “Well you’re more than welcome to come see for yourself, Daniela. By all means.”

The redhead was about to do just that until Bela pulled her backwards. “I guess we can wait and see y/n tomorrow. Goodnight, mother. Goodnight, y/n.”

As soon as Alcina knew they were gone she fell back onto the mattress, pulling you with her, peppering you in kisses. 

“Darling,” you ask. “Is that really holy water?”

She chuckles into your neck. “No, it’s not, and they should have known that. If it were I wouldn’t have been able to hold it without it making me feel ill. But they’ll figure that out eventually and once they do they’ll be back.”

“What then?”

“Pelting them with fake silver should do the trick.”

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hello, dears! Sorry I’ve been a bit inactive the last couple of days, but I’ve been working on finishing this 😏The third installment of my House Dimitrescu series on Ao3! I hope it’ll help quench some of your thirst 😘

Xx.

You weren’t sure if anyone had ever actually died from utter gay panic before - but you were almost positive that you felt your soul try to leave your body as soon the soft fabric of Alcina’s nightgown hit the ground. Every mountainous curve accentuated beautifully by the multitude of candles that filled the Countess’ bedroom. 

“Is this the body that you’re so desperate to worship, my pet?” Alcina asked, allowing her hands to trace down the landscape of her abdomen. 

“Ah.. Y-yes, my lady.” 

“Mmh.. you do smell quite divine when you blush, my pet.” She replied, leaning over you. “All that blood… rising to the surface.”

(Ahem...) 

“Erm..” 

Your voice cracked with fluster, bringing a low and sultry chuckle from Alcina’s throat. Every glorious inch of her exposed to you as she made her way over to the door leading to the bath.

 “Since you’ve promised me a proper body worship.. I think I shall bathe first.” She said, giving you a smirk. “You may join me… if you wish.” 

“Y-yes, my lady. Of course.”

You could already feel the fierce flush spilling over you as you watched Alcina’s large frame slip through the bathroom doorway, ducking slightly as she did. Her silhouette sharp against the backdrop of the washroom. Every inch of her becoming more luminous with each candle that she lit. The delicious smell of spiced musk wafting through the warm air as she turned on the water.

“Come, pet.” 

(Ah, pretty sure I just did that… quite a few times)

You couldn’t help but blush at the thought, immediately rising from the bed. Your body sore in ways that you never even knew possible. A deliciously dull ache, reminding you of just how much you had taken - of just how much Alcina had given you. 

“Yes, my lady. My apologies.”

She waved her hand dismissively, the muscles of her forearms flexing as she did. Steam rising from the bath - dancing over her - elegantly encasing her curves as she leaned over the tub. Her fingers slowly tracing over the surface of the water as she locked her eyes onto yours   

(Yep, and I’m suddenly feeling very parched.)

“Smells almost as delicious as you do, my pet.” 

“Erm… thank you, my lady.”

“So flustered already.. and you haven’t even begun to touch me yet.”  

(Yet.)

"Well.. you do have quite the effect, my lady." 

Alcina chuckled. "Yes, I'm well aware of that, my pet." 

You had no doubts that she was, the sheer presence of her hard to ignore. Whether it be chasing scared villagers, desperate to not have their blood drained by Alcina or her daughters - or the pure, unfiltered thirst that she could evoke in even the purest of nuns -  you knew for certain that Alcina had always known of the effect she had on others. 

“I would expect nothing less, my lady.” You replied with a smirk, watching her eyes grow slightly darker. 

“There are not many people who would dare speak to me in such a way, you know.” She said calmly.

You averted your eyes. “I’m sorry, my lady.” 

“Heh… I did not say I didn’t like it, pet.”

“O-oh.. I..”

You swallowed hard, very aware of the deep flush that was rapidly spreading across your naked body. Alcina only chuckled, slowly lowering herself down into the tub. The tepid water swallowing her curves in the most delicious of ways. You tried to look away - cast your eyes aside - knowing how severely some had been punished for just a simple glance in her direction - but the way her mouth parted slightly, letting out the most exquisite of moans, would allow you to do no such thing. 

(Fuck… aah… brain… glitch) 

“Pet?”

You cleared your throat. “Yes, my lady?”

“It would be much easier for you to bathe me if you were actually in the bath.”

(In the… aaaaaah)

“Y-yes, my lady. Of course.. it.. would absolutely be easier… yes.”  

She smirked. “And I’m sure it would help those… sore muscles of yours.”

(Fuck.)

“Erm...”

Alcina, being the thirst-inducing Goddess that she was, was the only person in existence who could chuckle in such a way that would instantly make you wet. It was like sugared honey - smooth and sultry with just a tiny bit of rasp to it. You moved to the other side of the massive tub, settling in behind her. The heat from the water immediately dulling the ache, a reminder of just how sore you would be in the morning. 

“Better?”

“Much, my lady. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do.. considering.”

You didn’t even have to look at her to know of the heated smirk that was painted perfectly across Alcina’s lips. She handed you a washcloth (or a towel, in your case) - soaked in the most exotic of oils - sighing with relief as soon as you began to massage it over the length of her back. Crystalline beads of sweat dripping deliciously down the small of her back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if she had only filled the tub halfway to make it easier for you to bathe her - or to be able to fluster you to no end. Your bet was on the latter. 

“My lady?”

“Mmhm?”

“May I ask you something?”

“I supposed that would be alright, my pet. Just as long as you keep those hands of yours moving.” 

“Of course, my lady.”

“Good pet.”

(Fuuuuck.)

You blushed furiously, clearing your throat again before continuing. “Well, it’s just that.. Well, I.. was talking to the girls the other day, and they had mentioned that… “ 

You paused, taking a deep breath.

“Go on…”

“Well, that.. I’m the first human that has been kept at Castle Dimitrescu that wasn’t solely here as food or service? Is that.. true?”

“Well, my pet… I'd say that, technically, you are here to… service me, are you not?” She replied with a chuckle, looking back over her shoulder.

“Ah, yes… of course.”

Alcina, immediately picking up on the disheartened tone to your voice, quickly continued. “But yes… my pet. You are the first that I have kept for more... personal reasons.” 

“O-oh… ah… may I ask.. why?”

A large ripple of water on an otherwise still surface as Alcina shifted her body uncomfortably, thinking your words over. You knew it was a long shot - getting the Countess to share her feelings for you - to delve into things that weren’t inherently connected to the pleasures of the flesh (whether it be food, or otherwise.) - but you had to know. Alcina cleared her throat, letting the water drip deliciously down her arm as she ran her fingers through her hair. 

“Bold of you to ask such a question, my pet.. “ She paused, allowing a deep flush to spill across your body before continuing. “But… considering how you’ve earned yourself an official spot as  a member of this house, I suppose you have the right to know.” 

“Thank you, my lady. That’s very kind of you.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Yes, well… think nothing of it, pet.”

“Of course, my lady.”

You sat in quiet for a few moments, allowing the Countess to gather her thoughts - not wanting to ruin any chance at finally seeing her open up. 

“When you first arrived… I admit, you were meant to be just a food source. Maybe a servant… but.. even that first night when we had you down in the dungeons, I felt a pull towards you. I even had Daniela check in on you in the middle of the night to make sure you were alright.”

“You… you did?”

“You intrigued me, my pet. Which is something that you’ve continued to do with each day that you’ve spent in this castle.” She took a breath, looking over her shoulder at you.” And, well… you were quite ill that night. We weren’t sure if you would even make it.” 

Thinking back, most of your early days in the castle were a blur to you. You could remember leaving your home - though, you were not entirely sure of the reason -,and then getting yourself caught in a terrible storm before reaching the castle. You remembered being tired - clothes soaked straight through to your body - and being utterly cold. The next thing after that was feeling warmer than you had in days - and Alcina’s concerned face looming over you.

“You were gorgeous even then…” 

Alcina’s voice trailed off, a far away look in her eyes as she turned her face back to the front. Rendered completely speechless, you sat in silence for a while - thinking over her words.. (She thought I was... gorgeous.. even then??) You swallowed hard, no longer sure if the relentless heat that was spilling across your body was from the bath itself or her disarming words. 

“You’re very quiet, my pet.” She said, breaking the silence. “Did my answers not satisfy your curiosities?” . 

“No, my lady. I mean.. Yes, they did. I’m just…. trying to process everything you’ve said is all.”

She hummed softly, rinsing her hair before slowly lifting the length of herself out of the bath. Droplets of water deliciously dripping down each of her exquisite curves. You had never seen her look more beautiful. The firelight from the candles flickering warmly in the reflection of the water that danced upon her fair skin. She was a literal masterpiece - art in motion - as she made her way out of the tub. . 

“Take all the time you need, my pet. I’ll be waiting.”

“Heh… And here I thought my lady didn’t like to be kept waiting.” You replied with a smirk, daring to tease her.. 

“I don’t.” She replied, a sharp glare cutting straight across the room - reminding you of who she was - that quickly turned to a smirk. “But, considering how… sore you must be, I will make an exception.”

“Yes, of course, my lady. Thank you..” 

She gave you a small nod, water trickling down the landscape of her as she dried herself off in a teasingly slow manner - her eyes never leaving yours. (Yep. Literal. Gay. Death.) You swallowed hard, earning a chuckle from her as you averted your eyes, blushing. 

“You’re quite beautiful like this, my pet. Utterly flushed and dripping for me.”

(::whimper::)

She chuckled again, the tip of her tongue skating over her bottom lip before she swiftly exited the bathroom. It took literally everything in you not to immediately jump from the tub. You knew you were eager for her - to taste her, to feel her skin against your lips -  and who could blame you? You allowed yourself a few moments, soothing your muscles for a minute before beginning to drain the water. The sweet musk of her swirling around you like the steam that now rose from your eager body. You made quick work of toweling yourself off, your feet carrying you off into the other room without as much as a thought. 

“Hello, pet.”

Your mouth went completely dry, breath hitched - her illustrious body sprawled across the length of the bed. Miles upon miles of flesh just begging to be touched - explored - worshipped in a way that only the body of a goddess deserved to be. 

“H-hello, my lady.. you are… fuck…” 

Alcina chuckled, shaking her head - a knowing look upon her face. “I’m quite aware of the effect I have on you, my pet.. but I appreciate the sentiment, nonetheless.” 

“I’m sorry my lady.. you’re just… stunning, to say the least.”

Her eyes grew a little darker, more hungry. “Thank you, my pet. Now… I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good. Change that.”

(Fuck… I…)

The instant pool of heat that began to stir in your core - your juices immediately flowing - all just from the tone of her voice. Cool satin sheets welcoming to your overly flushed skin as you climbed onto her bed. A fierce anticipation sweeping over you as you settled down next to her. It was far from the first time you had been allowed to touch the immaculate body of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, but it was the first time she had given you the okay to do so in such a manner. 

“Before we begin, pet… you are to address me only as Mistress for the rest of the evening, is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. While I may have agreed to such an intimate request, I am still in control. Do you understand?”

‘Yes, Mistress. Of course.”

She responded with a nod, laying her head back against the pillow. “Excellent. Now.. as you were, pet.”

You moved slowly, straddling her hips. Alcina’s eyes practically luminous - golden spheres drinking you in as you settled yourself down on top of her.

“What an exquisite view I have from here.”

“I’m pretty sure mine is better, Mistress.” 

“Such flattery, my pet.”

“Utter truth, my Mistress.” 

You watched as the slightest hint of pink began to paint it’s way across the sultry lines of Alcina’s face - unable to keep yourself from blushing in turn. Her body, slightly cool to the touch, impossible to ignore against your heated skin. Her skin - scarred, perfect - the most beautiful handwritten map that you had ever seen - and you were desperate to explore it. The faintest of moans escaping from her slightly parted lips as the warmth of your mouth found the soft skin of her neck. A mesh of soft kisses and heated bites dancing their way across the steadily growing flush of her body. The low, husky sounds that reverberated through her chest each time that your teeth scraped across her skin, was a melody within themselves. Another bite to her collar bone, your tongue licking over it as you slowly began to make your way down. Her thick fingers in your hair, guiding that eager mouth of yours exactly where she wanted it to go.  

“You have quite the talented tongue, my -ah!.” 

You muffled a deep moan to her response - the length of her nipple finding your mouth, filling it - arousing you to no end. A pool of juices steadily collecting beneath you as you cupped her breast with both hands, indulging your tongue with as much of her as you could.

“Mmh… lower, my pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You nipped at her sensitive skin before pulling away, earning a sharp inhale from the Countess. A smug smirk against her skin as you continued your way down the miles of flesh that made up  the landscape of her illustrious body - each mountainous curve more delicious than the last. Your soft lips caressing over the faint lines and imperfections that so beautifully decorated her body. Repositioning yourself, you settled down into the heated spot between her legs - her sweet musk rolling over you as your tongue skated over the sensitive skin of her hips and thighs. Her nails scraping up the sides of your neck before firmly tangling her fingers back into your hair. Her hips moving in a way that told you just how badly she wanted you - needed you in a way that she had never needed another. 

“You may go lower, my pet.” Her voice was thick with want, body flushed from nothing more than the touch of your lips - the sting of your teeth - the warmth of your tongue that danced so eloquently across her body.

(L-lower.. ?)

“I… Mistress?” You asked, pulling back hesitantly as your mind mulled over her words. Being intimate on that level was not something Alcina had ever indulged you in. Though she had had her tongue inside of you more times than you could count - she had never, not even once, suggested that you return the favor. 

“You heard me, pet.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

You settled yourself down even lower between her thighs, mouth watering at just the thought of tasting her. Her juices shimmering in the candlelight as they dripped down the front of her core. Every cell in your body set a blaze as you readied yourself, breathing in deeply.

“Oh, and.. be a good pet and touch yourself.” 

(Mmph.. fuck.. I)

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“I can smell how wet you are, my pet. Practically dripping for me all over again?” She chuckled, smirking before laying her back down onto the pillow. 

‘Yes, Mistress.. I.. I am” 

“Good.. and, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Make sure I can hear you.”

You swallowed hard, mouth going completely dry. “Fuck.. yes, Mistress.” 

She hummed softly, spreading her legs for you a little further as you positioned your hands just right, the familiar feeling of your own fingers gently parting your lips. And oh, how right she was.. you were absolutely dripping for her - exceedingly so. The scent of her skin was almost overwhelming as you placed your mouth over her clit, immediately moaning at the taste of her. Your own juices flowing steadily as you slowly slid three fingers into yourself, making sure to be careful of your sore muscles. The sheer size of her hand holding you in place as the width of your tongue licked over her, causing an immediate arch to her back. Her perfect hips rising up to meet you, her soft folds enveloping you as you did your best to explore over every inch of her throbbing core. It was times like this you were thankful for having such a long tongue - to have the ability to unravel such a gorgeous creature. You nuzzled your face in closer, drinking her in, letting every inch of her overwhelm you. Your own hips moving in unison as you began to fuck yourself steadily. Your long fingers deep inside of you - her body writhing with each delicious moan that you allow to escape into her.

“You are quite exquisite, my pet. And that tongue of yours… mmmh.” Her moans ripped through her throat like a rumble of thunder, licking over her bottom lip before she continued “I can only imagine what other skills you've been hiding from me.” 

You had never heard her voice filled with so much desire before - so much need - and it was only fueling the primal urge that was slowly taking over your body. You sucked over her clit, using your whole mouth - practically devouring it. Her warm juices dripping down the front of your throat as you did your best not to waste a single drop of her. Your long fingers matching the pace of her hips as you continued to bring you both closer to the edge.

“I want you to fuck yourself harder, pet.”

(skjdfidlfdjfodjogj)

The command - the tone - the use of vulgarity that so rarely found it’s way out of Alcina’s eloquent mouth, sent a lightning bolt of heat through your body so intense that you felt your hips immediately jerk in response. 

“Mmph, fuck Mistress.” You moaned into her, earning a chuckle. 

“Precisely.”

You muffled a second curse against her, swiftly picking up the pace of your tongue and fingers. Her hips moving so beautifully in unison that you would have sworn she was a dancer in her past life. She was artistry in motion - a goddess of all things pleasing to the eye. The length of her hand firmly holding your head in place - pulling you closer, desperate to feel you inside of her- and you were more than willing to give it to her. You repositioned yourself slightly, forming your four fingers and thumb just right. An exquisite moan escaping from her lips as you teased them over her entrance. 

“Mmh.. such a generous pet. Just be sure to keep fucking your- ah!” 

You slid the width of your hand deep inside of her, sufficiently cutting her words short. A cascade of moans ripping through her body like an untamed beast - sucking over her clit as you left your hands to continue to wreck the both of you. Juices dripping - fingers curling - tongue relentless against her clit as an all encompassing force of pleasure began to overtake the both of you. 

“Are you close, my pet? Will you come with me?”

She asked, her voice softer than usual and you moaned a yes into her. Strong, purposeful thrusts as Alcina’s large frame began to arch beautifully from the bed. Your hips jerking as they matched the pace of your obedient mouth. A unison of voices screaming out as the fireworks behind your eyes moved into a full white out. Unyielding waves of pleasure crashing over you like a ravenous sea - bodies shuddering, breaths hitched - your talented extremities only letting up when Alcina finally fell breathless against the bed, juices soaking the satin sheets beneath her. Resting your head against her inner thigh, the smell of her upon your lips as you closed your eyes, you steadied your breath. Her skin, flushed - heated beneath you. 

“Well.. you have proven yourself a good pet, indeed.” Her voice low and sultry as her hand fondly caressed over the side of your head.  

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“‘My lady’ is perfectly fine, pet.”

“Of course, my lady.”

You placed a small kiss to her inner thigh, completely unaware of the sudden blush that it brought to her face, Her fingers gently stroking over your neck as she hummed in content. 

“Now.. rest up. You promised the girls some quality time tomorrow, and I wouldn’t disappoint them if I were you.”

You smiled, a warm sense of belonging spilling over you. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my lady.”

[wallflowerimagines]

Can you write bela with a gender neutral s/o who has 2 familiars that can talk one is a tigger that's much bigger than most and has a deep voice and is usually calm and respectful and the other is a big crow that has a voice that's a bit high pitch and loves to annoy people

(I was so, so tempted to take the 'tigger' typo and make the Winnie the Pooh version one of the familiars?? But no. I will be merciful.

...Maybe it'll be a crack request another time)

Anyway, rad choice in familiars, I respect the hell out of you. Let's do it!

Bela Dimitrescu x Magic! Reader

Bela is fascinated by your familiars

Sure it's neat that you can do magic, but to sheltered Bela magic and technology are essentially the same thing. Unless you do really special spells or make complicated potions, she's going to be equally amazed by a smart home device as she is by your incredible efforts with the dark arts.

Your familiars though? Talking animals? She adores them!

Pets don't really...last in Dimitrescu Castle. Alcina has tried once or twice to use a pet to teach responsibility, but her daughters get bored with them easily. They don't do anything! Pets just aren't that interesting!

(Cassandra is the exception. She has a bearded dragon that she pampers the shit out of, and her sisters respect her but do not get it)

The maids wind up taking care of any stray animals (...or get eaten by the bigger, more predatory ones) and Bela and Daniela move on to the next thing that catches their attention.

But your familiars? They have personalities! They communicate, and it's easy to know what they want and how they're feeling! Bela doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting them because not only do you help and guide her through the interaction, but your tiger and raven are happy to correct her as well.

They are also made of magic, so they aren't predictable like most other animals are. Your crow can mimic the voices it hears, and will often parrot Alcina's or Bela's sisters' voices for her amusement. The tiger is so stealthy it disappears into the background, and Bela and the tiger like to playfully hunt each other around the house.

You conjured your two familiars for a reason: familiars reflect different aspects of a magic users personality, and the fact that they are so different and yet work so well together is a mark of your peaceful but also spontaneous and creative personality.

The three of you work really well together. Your tiger is often the voice of the reason on your adventures, while your crow speaks up with funny comments and teasing quips about anything and everything.

Bela gets along the best with your crow. The two of them are peas in a pod, having funny conversations and teasing you until you roll your eyes and have to leave the room. They come up with little pranks together, or will discuss different books and current events. Your crow will chat with Bela all day if you let it, so be aware that it might try to monopolize all your time with your girlfriend.

Occasionally, though, the two of them get into little arguments if the crow tries to munch on some of her flies. Her flies are her body! Bad Crow!

You tiger is like the disappointed parent of your little group, and if you guys get too rowdy, it will grab the rest of you by the scruffs of your necks and drag you all in front of the fireplace for a cuddle session. No exceptions.

Bela looooooves it when your tiger purrs. She will nuzzle her face into it's chest and try to drown herself in it's soft fur. Heaven is a big tiger with a rumbly purr <3

(You suspect your tiger also might be a bit of a snitch. Ever since your tiger was introduced to Alcina it's like you and Bela can't get away with anything anymore... Unfortunately, other than Lady Dimitrescu and your tiger sharing a knowing look or two, you guys can't prove anything.)

[writers-blogck]

The Eldest Flower ( RE8 Lords [Bela Dimitrescu] x Reader )

Warning(s): This will be a bit different than the game itself. One of the main big differences is the timeline. The game occurs in a day (or a couple of days) but this will last longer overall. Ethan will be in the village for one month (approximately). This is to allow for more story development. The plot will be the same so heavy spoilers for the rest of the game!  This is going to be the beginning of a collection of one-shots surrounding the Resident Evil 8 - Village universe. The stories may follow a Harem-type trope where multiple people are interested in the reader.  ♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥  　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

This one is a bit shorter than the rest but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Title: The Eldest Flower Pairing: RE8 Lords (Bela Dimitrescu) x Reader Fandom: Resident Evil - Village Word Count: 2,127 Chapter: Five Previous Part ● Next Part

      The bath was quite relaxing. Did the sisters get to enjoy this luxury anytime that they wanted? You liked living with the Duke but you had never lived in such a nice place as this. At the moment, the places that you were staying in were even worse than what you were used to! The Duke was preparing for Armageddon and said it was no longer safe to stay in one place for too long lest you be caught. But, by what? He refused to say. 

        The clothes they found were a bit big on you. They probably had been looking for loose clothing so they would be certain they would fit you. Clothes could be hard to get right. Before planning on rejoining the sisters, you took your jacket and spot-cleaned it in places so it wasn't as dirty. It had definitely seen better days but you refused to get a new one, even when the Duke offered. This one had been with you since you were little.

        You tried not to think about your other clothes and where they probably came from...You tried to forget how they were likely from a dead person. The least you could do was hope that they died naturally but you doubted that was true. No one died naturally in Castle Dimitrescu. You just had to remember that you only had to wear these clothes long enough for your own to be cleaned and left to dry.

        The castle was beautiful. Sculptures and paintings were everywhere. This felt less like a home and more of an art exhibit. How did the sisters live here and not worry about breaking things anytime they moved? Everything but the inhabitants of the castle seemed to be fragile. You were surprised that you hadn't broken anything in all your trips, sneaking into the castle. You considered yourself lucky, who knows how Lady Dimitrescu would react if you had. 

        Descending the stairs, you saw a huge portrait of the girls. The painting wasn't new, you had seen it multiple times in the past but you had never really gotten to appreciate it from up close. Now was as good a time as any. Bela said that she would find you when they were ready in the sitting room. You knew she meant that she had to check on her younger sisters to make sure they hadn't done anything stupid while they were left alone. This left you to wander the castle, promised that you would be safe from their mother's rage as she was resting. You just hoped she would stay that way.

        Your hand ran across a bronze plaque that was mounted below the painting, noticing that it read 'Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela'. The metal was surprisingly cold for the temperature in the rest of the castle. There always seemed to be a fire going in any room that you walked in. If anything, there were moments when it was almost too hot to deal with. On other occasions, it felt heavenly to enter the warm building from the cold weather outside.

        The girls in the paintings did share certain similarities to the sisters such as the hair color, but they weren't the same. It was easy to notice that these girls were alive. Their skin had color to it, a flush only a living human being could have. You didn't know much about what the sisters really were but you knew they weren't living in the same way you were. They said something about it dealing with flies but you hadn't understood what they were explaining. How could you?

        The real reason you were in this castle was still unknown. Mother Miranda said it was for your development and mental health but you had your doubts. The Duke agreed with you, saying that there had to be another reason. He believed it was to keep an eye on you, though he didn't know why. He told you to be careful about what you said, you couldn't trust anyone watching or listening. You could only truly be open with him and perhaps Ethan since he was the one you were helping. Keeping secrets wouldn't be hard, you had a lot of practice. 

        "We look good there, don't we?" After almost jumping out of your skin, you turned to see Bela standing there with two hot cups of tea in her hands. One for her and one for you. The cup was warm against your hands as she handed it over, reminding you of days long gone. Sipping the beverage, you turned your attention back to the painting, nodding. 

        "Is that you?" 

        "Yes, well, in a way it is." Bela moved closer to the painting, examining the fine detail, "These girls are the ones who used to live in this castle with their family. They were royals, you know. When the castle was taken over by invading forces, the parents killed their own daughters with poisoned wine. It really is tragic."

        "What happened to the parents?" 

        "They were caught and were tortured before being sent to Madame Guillotine. Alas, they saved their daughters in the long run. We were made with their bodies as a blueprint. That is why Mother named us as such, in honor of the original lives lost." 

        How much could you really trust in what Bela was telling you? People lied to you a lot, often saying it was for your own good. Did she even fully understand what she is? She would almost have to, right? They weren't normal, plain and simple. Did they use the bodies as something akin to vessels? That wouldn't make sense, would it? That would require...magic. Science couldn't do that, right?

        "Is it hard? Not....being like others?" Thinking back to your childhood, the sisters had always looked the same as they did now. Perhaps a bit younger, but not by much. They had never been children like you had, physically at least. Daniela's mentality developed at the same speed as your own while the other two were ahead by a few years. It was a strange thing but one you had never questioned when you were younger. 

        "I'm not sure, this is simply how we have always been. This is all we have. But, I have memories, emotions, and I can feel pain just like you. The only difference is that we are made up of different matter." Bela moved so she was holding her cup in one hand and ran the other to wrap around the small of your back, leading you back to their wing.

        "Do you remember anything from before you were born?" 

        "No, do you?" 

        "Of course not!" 

        "Then we agree on that. We are not that different from you in that respect."

        "What are you if you aren't those girls in the paintings?" You continued, hoping to get answers to questions you had been harboring for years. 

        "Do you promise not to treat us any differently and not think of us as monsters?" Bela had a teasing edge to her voice but you could see the glint of seriousness in her eyes. This was the first time you had ever seen Bela actually worried. She normally hid all of her emotions deep within. 

        "I live here, in the village, I promise I won't judge you. What could you say that would really make me feel that way? Lycans are running around outside like it's a dog park, I'm pretty sure that you won't seem that strange."

        Bela smiled in an almost melancholic way before starting, "We are a hive mind of flies, kind of. Even I do not truly understand it, I don't think Mother does either. The three of us are made up of flies that have the ability, when grouped together, to merge and create another creature. I guess you could say that there are three colonies that make us up, one for each of us. I think of it as how you are made up of matter, we simply have one more step to go through than you." 

        You had been told of the flies in the past but you had never assumed that they were....just flies? You had expected them to be merged with flies in a strange way due to some failed experiment. Did this mean that they were just really smart flies? It wouldn't be right to view them like flies, though you had seen them transform into a mass of insects. They were never human to start with. 

        "The flies used the bodies of the daughters to create our forms. We don't feel like a colony, we don't feel like a grouping. Each of us feels like a singular person. We are just like any of the villagers with a few differences, such as our inability to be out in the cold. Our consciousness and sentience are what make us alive."

        "Huh." 

        "Regret saying that you won't view us as monsters? I don't blame you if you do." 

        "Bela, no," You turned, placing your own hand on her upper arm, "As long as Moreau still exists, I will never view you and your sisters as monsters. I mean, I can't lie, it's weird but that's okay. I don't need to understand it, as long as the three of you stay as you are. You are the same three girls you were before you told me this." 

        Bela's eyes softened and she pulled you closer so both of your sides were brushing against each other as you moved. It was nice, it just being the two of you. You didn't feel like you had to be on the tips of your toes around Bela. You could relax, at least a little bit. 

        "Thank you, that means a lot to me and I'm sure my sisters would agree with me." Stopping, she took the teacups from your hand and placed them on an end-table near the stairs. Before you could begin your trip upstairs, you felt your back gently pushed against the beginning of the railing while two arms caged you in. You quickly looked up to see Bela smiling at you, her face inches away from your own. When had she gotten so close? 

        How fast was your heart beating? She could hear it, surely? This just made your face flush brighter and your heart quicken. There was no way to try to hide how you were feeling when you were around the sisters. Daniela often made fun of you when she could hear your heart quicken when you were scared of something. They had advanced senses.

        "Bela...?" 

        "You know, our emotions aren't the only thing that is like you. Our bodies as the same, feel the same as any other human, or we are to believe. We never have truly tested it, would you like to help me with that?" She moved in closer, allowing you to feel her hot breath on your neck. Her lips teased your skin, brushing against your neck for a mere second before moving back up to be level with your face. Her eyes drifted down to your own lips before they made their way back up to your eyes which were wide as saucers. 

        A muffled crash brought both of you out of your daydream. Bela sighed, shaking her head as she refused to go any faster or rush to see what the ruckus was. She wasn't going to waste the time that she had with you alone because of her sisters. It wasn't her fault if her sisters couldn't behave. They were probably doing this on purpose just to ruin her time with you.

        She pulled herself back, a small frown gracing her soft features as she glanced in the direction of the sound. You were unable to move your gaze from her face, mind still spinning with everything that had just occurred. If you didn't know any better, you would say that the tea had alcohol in it with how it was making your stomach warm.

        She moved to offer her arm for you to take as she went back to leading you upstairs. Your thoughts were running on what just happened and what was going to happen. You were grateful for the balance help as you were unsure if you would be able to walk straight after what just happened. You weren't Would she have moved closer? Did she want to kiss you? Was she just playing with you as a cat plays with a mouse? She knew how it affected you, she had to. 

        While you were left with your racing thoughts, Bela only had one on her mind. Her sisters were so gonna get it when you left. ♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥  　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥ 1 ● 2 ● 3 ● 4 ● 5 ● 6

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Yes yes yes!

Donna is best auntie and no one can tell me otherwise.

I hope you write more headcanons about them too.

Love youre writing btw.

Some Auntie Donna and bug nieces headcanons for you:

She has cute nicknames for them

Bela is “moth”

Cassandra is “beetle”

Daniela is “bumblebee”

When the girls were first reborn, a giant chest full of stuffed animals and toys were left on the front porch of the castle (gifted by Donna, who was nervous about meeting them at the time)

She lets Danieal and Bela raid her library for new books to read

She’s very supportive of the things Cassandra thinks she can fight and win again (an army of chickens, the sun, a beached whale, etc)

Cracks up at just about anything the girls do and has a very hard time hiding her laughter

The purring ALWAYS takes her out

They set up visits every spring

Angie LOVES the girls

They always cause so much mayhem

She calls herself “Auntie Angie”

Donna and Angie once babysat the newly-reborn girls before and it was a Very chaotic three days

She blinked and they were all gone

Cue utter panic

Angie tried to teach the girls All the cuss words the first time they met

Donna brushing aside her shawl to kiss her nieces’ foreheads.......

Angie climbing up their legs to give them an affectionate head bump

Donna uses her hallucinogenic abilities to create a soothing illusion when one of them are freaking out

She once made a doll of one of Bela’s story characters and Bela cried

“Out of all the things I have ever made, out of all the art I have ever seen, you three are the most perfect creations I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

[the-broken-truth]

A Returning Heart - Alcina Dimitrescu x Male Character

Summary: The Bloodline of House Dimitrescu has been destroyed by Ethan Winters, but will it remain that way? A cloaked figure approached the castle with one thing in mind - Can love transcend death?

Quick Note: The Explosion didn't destroy the Castle or that area of the village. Also, the male will not be given a name.

"Here are your purchases, My Lord." The Duke smiled as he handed 4 horizontal boxes out to the cloaked figure before him who took them in his arms but set the 3 smaller boxes down before opening the longest box. The cloaked man opened the long box - the Duke could see a long smile on the man's face as he gazed into the contents of the box before sealing the lid on it again.

"Perfect. What can you tell me about the other lords? Do you have their remains as well?" The man asked.

"But of course - after Ethan Winters killed the lords, he sold their remains to me for a fair amount of Lei. Would you like theirs as well?" Duke asked with a smile.

"Not at this moment. Once I make sure everything is in order, I shall come back for the remaining lords. And what of Miranda & the mutamycete?" The man asked.

"No longer in existence, My Lord. Ethan Winters and his company completely destroyed them - as well as the other Lords' Domains with the limitation of Lady Dimitrescu Castle and the Central and Northern Villages." Duke said.

"I'll take care of that as well." The man said as he reached down and gathered all of the boxes in his arms and started his way up the path to the grand castle that still stood.

"This is going to be interesting," Duke said as he got his notebook to make note of this. "It's not everything someone like that comes to the village."

[At Castle Dimitrescu]

The figure pushed the metal door of the castle open with one hand while the other held the boxes to his side. He looked around the room he now stood in before cracking a smile.

'Not much has changed.' He chuckled to himself before he made his way through the castle until he reached Castle Dimitresc's Hall of the Four (The Location where the masks go.). He opened the first box and gazed upon its contents before reaching in and pulling out the crystalized remains of The Royal Dragon - Alcina Dimitrescu, herself. He smiled at the crystal remains for a while before he placed them in the center of the room before going back to the other 3 boxes and opened them - showing 3 crystals torso that was small than Lady Dimitrescu's but each one had a gem placed in their chests - the first one he picked up bore a red gem.

'Bela.' the man thought as he placed the red-gemmed torso next to Alcina's. He back to the other two and picked up the second one - which bore a yellow gem.

'Cassandra.' He thought before placing it next to the other two in the center of the hall. He rose to his feet again and gathered the last one - a green gem in the chest of its chest.

'Daniela.' He echoed in his mind before placing it with the others.

Once they were all in place - he lifted his right hand which was engraved with runes of an unknown language. He cleared his throat before he spoke in Romanian.

"Din amurg până în zori. Din carne, sânge și os. Din aceste fragmente fragile, poruncesc - întoarce-te la care ai fost odată și mergi din nou pe acest pământ." The runes on his arm began to glow a blinding white light when a circle surrounded each of the remains and consumed them in a pillar of blinding light. The man watched and waited until he saw the remains float and take new form - this made him smile widely.

[About 3 Hours Later.]

A feminine groan filled the air of the Castle Main Hall has eyes began to flutter open, revealing a gold hue. The woman allowed her eyes to readjust to see - she was on a familiar floor. She pushed herself off the ground before groaning again and placing her hand on her head.

"My head...What happened? The last thing I remembered was..." Her eyes widened as memories began flooding back in her mind.

The meeting with her family.

Her daughters bringing her that Man-Thing.

The man-thing escaping and killing her eldest.

The pain she felt of loss.

Hunting that man-thing over and over again before he killed her last two daughters.

Tracking him to the chapel but getting stabbed with the dagger.

Then...dying.

"He killed me... I know he did, but then..." She looked at her hands. "How am I alive?" Alcina wondered as she tried to find an answer. Sudden movement at her right made her eyes dart and widen - instant tears filled them.

"My head...What happened?" the young girl asked.

"BELA!" Alcina said as she scurried to her daughter and engulfed in her a hug; surprising the girl who returned the hug.

"M...Mother?" Bela asked as she looked into Alcina's golden eyes.

"I'm here, little one; Momma's here now." Alcina said as she held her daughter more.

Bela looked behind her mother and her eyes widened.

"Mother - Cassandra and Daniela!" Bela said making Alcina look behind her to see her middle child and youngest also wake up. Alcina and Bela gathered the other two in hugs and all of them hugged and cried for at least 30 minutes before rising to their feet.

"I don't get it." Daniela began. "That man-thing killed us. How are we here?" She asked.

"Dani's right - I remember dying." Bela said.

"Then I ended up dying trying to avenge Bela." Cassandra said.

"And I died the library when that man-thing got the Iron Key." Daniela finished.

"That accursed man-thing stabbed me the Dagger of Deaths Flowers and managed to defeat my dragon form. How are we all here? Did Mother Miranda bring us back to life?" Alcina asked.

"I'm afraid Miranda had nothing to do with this - she can't do anything now that she's dead." A male voice called out. The women looked at the top of the stairs leading to the foyer and saw a figure dressed in a cloak with his face covered - only having the lower part of his chin showing.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my castle?!" Alcina demanded as she called forth her dragon's claws.

Broken Truth: That's what I like to call them. The whole 'A Rat can't escape the dragon's claw' was one of my favorite lines in the game; along with 'CASSANDRA!'.

"Calm yourself, Lady Dimitrescu." the male said as he raised his hand to silence her but that only made her angrier.

"You don't tell me what to do in my own castle, you stupid man-thing!" Alcina snarled.

"Geez and here I thought you would be grateful to the one who brought you and your daughters back to life." That made all their eyes widen.

"You brought us back?" Bela asked.

"Wait - why would you do that? Where're the other lords? Where's Mother Miranda?!" Alcina demanded to know.

"As I have said before - Miranda and the other lords are dead, just as the mutamycete no longer exists. Ethan Winters killed you, your daughters, and all the lords before taking out Miranda and destroyed the mutamycete before taking back that which was his." The man said from his place at the top of the stairs.

"That's impossible... All of our hard work - undone by a stupid male?!" Alcina snarled. "That doesn't explain why you brought me and my daughters back to life." Alcina said.

"Let's say - I was bringing back that which was once mine." The man said as he slowly started his way down the stairs. "A long time ago - I took up residence in this place as a loyal servant and became something more but short-minded humans came here to destroy you and those you held dear but I refused to let that happen and to save 4..." the male stopped at the bottom of the stairs and pulled the hood off - revealing his face: short brown hair, with emerald green eyes, and a familiar scar across his face. "I threw myself on the blade to keep my loved ones safe." He smiled at the wide eyes on the daughters' faces, as well as the tears that began to build in the dragon's eyes. He held his arms open in a welcoming manner. "I've returned to you, my family."

"FATHER/PAPA/DADDY!!!" The shouts of the daughters rung out as they ran into the male's arms, who held them as if they were something precious.

"It's okay, girls. I'm here now."

"I don't understand..." Alcina said as she tried to hold back her tears. "I saw you die - you threw yourself on the sword to save me from getting killed." Alcina said as she walked over to the group.

"I've been reborn since the time I lost you - while in this body, I attended a school and learned about dragons; that reminded me of you, awoke the memories of my past life and my bond to you. I was determined to return to you but I knew I had to become more so I trained myself in the arts of magic. It was a good thing too - when I learned about what happened, I had the skills to return that which I lost back to the world of the living." He explained.

Alcina looked into his eyes - those eyes darker than the tree's leaves during summer - the last time she saw them, they were as dull as sandstone but they were before her again.

He was here.

He was with her again.

And he gave back what she lost.

"MY LOVE!" Alcina fell to her knees and hugged the man and her daughters in one hug. She didn't want to let go of him; scared that this was all a dream and she was never going to see him again, that all of this would fade away and she would be back in the nothingness again.

"Shh...It's okay, Alci." He said as he began to wrap his arms around her neck to hug her for the first time in centuries. "I'm here, My Dragoness, and I shall not leave you or our daughters again." And this time - he was intending on keeping that promise.

Translation

"Din amurg până în zori. Din carne, sânge și os. Din aceste fragmente fragile, poruncesc - întoarce-te la care ai fost odată și mergi din nou pe acest pământ." - From dusk until dawn. From flesh, blood, and bone. From these fragile fragments, I command - return to which you once were and walk this earth again.

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The Fifth Lord: Chapter 6

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu and (Fem!Dragon)Reader [non-romantic], Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!Dragon)Reader

Summary: Your name is Y/n Dracul; The only ‘mutant’ that doesn’t have the Cadou Parasite. You already have some sort of power that impressed Mother Miranda; you were the first known Human-Dragon Hybrid. Although you have your own house, “House Dracul”. Your ‘house’ itself is basically an unused wing of Castle Dimitrescu.

Warnings: Heartbreak, sadness, game spoilers [I’m sure everyone has watched or played Village]

A/N: So, Shit’s about to go down here!

“Three Dragon Slayers” - Yasaharu Takanashi [Play this when Y/n says: “You’re wrong Miranda.”]

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As you watch Heisenberg lose to Ethan Winters. You had the moment of realization that you were truly alone; The Last Lord standing. However, it didn't hit you as hard as it did when Ethan killed Alcina and her daughters. You decided to find Duke so you left, flying about until your wings got sore from the cold.

"Lord Dracul," The Duke calls out to you

You look up and see him, "Duke... I need you to give me Lady Bela's remains..."

"I’m afraid that comes at a high price my lord," he sighs, "However since you are a lord and she is your love..."

He reaches back into his carries and lugs out a Crystal Torso. You look down and notice Bela's fly squirming around.

It's Bela's scent....

You immediately reach for the torso and let it fall into you.

"Thank you Duke," you say, calmly

"What is your plan Lord Dracul?" He asks

You stop in your tracks and turn your head, your mouth visible to Duke. 

"Paying Mother Miranda a visit," you say, more sternly, "Someone's gotta pay..."

You make your way to the bridge and you set down Bela’s torso. You take off your jacket and place it around the torso. Bela’s fly peeks its hear out from your inside pocket.

“You’ll be okay,” You gently pat the fly, “You’ll be warm. Keep your body safe until I return for the both of you okay?”

The fly submerges itself into the sherpa-lined inside pocket.

“You have your body back...” You slightly smile

However, right as you stand up, you meet Ethan. Who cocks his gun at you.

“Listen,” You sigh, “If I help you get your daughter, you help me kill Miranda...”

“I-I thought you were on her side?” He asks

“Not really,” You say, looking across the bridge, “Though it was true she did spare me. But it was Dimitrescu who had raised me. I only trust her and her daughters. But with what you did- I’ll let it slide this once.”

You almost got your vengeful self get the best of you but you knew he was the only one who could wound Miranda enough for you.

“Deal,” He says

“One condition,” You add, “If I ever see you step foot into the castle again I cannot guarantee that I won’t kill you.”

He nods at your condition. The both of you walk across the bridge where you are met with some of the ghouls Miranda had reanimated to keep the both of you stalled. 

“Go forward,” You tell him, “I’ll keep these fools busy...”

You press your palm against his back and push him forward as your fists begin setting aflame. 

“I’ll meet you there!” You yell at him

“Thank you, Lord Dracul!” He says, referring to you for the first time

You smirk at his gratitude. But, you notice some ghouls beginning to reach Ethan before he could walk through Miranda’s vines. 

“Oh no you don’t!” You roar, breathing fire

It felt like grueling work when you finished off the ghouls. You manage to blast through to them however, a bunch of them guarding the entrance.

“You guys don’t know when o give up huh?” You ask them

You squat down, your feet beginning to create two circles of fire. They began growing to for around your body. You sprung your legs to give yourself a propelled launch, singeing the reanimated ghouls.

“MIRANDA!!!” You scream, your fist setting aflame once more

You used the fire emitting from your feet in an attempt to send a painful punch to Miranda’s face. However, in that attempted punch, Miranda catches it.

“I thought you were killed in the Castle” Miranda taunts you

“You were mistaken,” You growl, “I’m going to make you pay for what you did to my family...”

“‘Family’?” Miranda laughs at your comment, “You’re saying- that tall vampire woman and her three rabid children are your family?”

Both of your fists ignite and you roar. You fly over to her and again try to punch her for what she told you.

“They raised me!” You scream, “They gave me what you did not!” 

“And what is that?” She asks, still trying to taunt you, “They were nothing but pawns to my entire plan. They never loved you.”

That’s not true...

You and Miranda stop fighting and look around.

Alcina?!

Miranda punches your gut and you let out a pained grunt. You clench at your gut and stagger back.

“Agh!” You cough out blood 

You suddenly feel four different palms against your back.

We got you love.

Bela?...

Kick her ass for us!

Daniela?

Make her pay!

Cassandra?...

You smile, for the first time in hours, you smiled genuinely.

“You’re wrong Miranda,” You say, a circle of fire forms from your feet up, “They gave me the family I never had. They’ve shown me... Even as part monster, they’ve shown me love. You? You gave me nothing...”

Your eyes spark fire in their reflections once more and you launch yourself at her. Your first emits more fire than the last time. Miranda once more catches it in her palm, but she was struggling to hold it back. You could feel the shakiness in her arm as you try to punch her with more force than the last.

“This-this is betrayal!” Mother Miranda yells, trying to hold back one of your flamed fists, “I am the Black God! My power is immeasurable compared to yours! You are a weak dragon!”

You smirk, “Is that so?”

Your entire body begins setting aflame, a bigger one than you could ever emit, “Then I’ll just have to prove you wrong right now! Let’s see how much of a ‘god’ you really are shall we!?”

You yank your fist away from Miranda’s grasp. Before she could send you a punch out of fight or flight instinct, you simply catch it and hold it in a single hand. Unlike Miranda, whose arm was shaking as she tried to hold out your punch, you stand there; solid as a rock. No movement in your body what so ever.

“This cannot be!” She yells at you, “I am far more superior in power than you could ever be! This is the power I used to control all of you!!”

“Didn’t you forget?” You ask Miranda, “You didn’t experiment on me! You have no control over me!”

“Alcina and her daughter Bela do!” She tries to taunt you again

“You keep their names out of your mouth!” You snarl

You foot turns ablaze and you try to leg swoop her. She blocks your foot with slight ease and throws you back. You’re thrown into a tree trunk and you fall onto the ground; chest first. You wheeze out for air as you struggle to stand up again.

“My power is complete y/n!” She tries to intimidate you, “This is the power I will use to kill you since you no longer serve any purpose to me!”

You force yourself to stand up and you begin walking towards her, slowly and menacingly.

“Well then,” You start, smirking and setting your entire body ablaze, “I’ll use my power to fight for my family that you killed!” 

You dragon roar, breathing fire. You roll dive when Miranda uses her other clawed hand as a spear in an attempt to impale you. You breathe fire once more, setting fire to one of her arms. 

“You’ll pay for killing the people I’ve ever loved!” You scream, “The only ones who accepted me as I am; The Devil’s Dragon!”

“I should have infected you with my parasite!” She says, regretfully, “I should have had you brainwashed when I gave you a second chance!”

“You did give me a second chance, you are right about that,’“ You say, “But- it was Alcina who had raised me as I am... Bela was the one who loved me as I am... Cassandra and Daniela never saw me as a monster! Unlike you?... You used all of us! I’ll never forgive you for using them!”

Your roar was loud enough to shake the ground.

“Fire Dragon’s Art! Exploding Flame Edge!” You yell, your fire turning into spiked strings of fire, beginning at your clenched fists

You whip them around and it creates an exploding edge. You let them settle around Miranda as she begins being set ablaze. You listen to her scream in agony as she begins to crystalize. 

“You- Betrayed the lords!” She yells

“I’m the last lord standing!” You scream

She lets out one final scream in an attempt to get you however she only crystallizes. You let out a cough of smoke. You sigh in relief but clench at your stomach.

“Damnit...” You growl, noticing blood seeping through your shirt and the feeling of your shirt sticking to your body

You turn around and notice another man, his gun pointed at you. You were prepared to fight him too before Ethan grunts.

“Let her go Chris...” Ethan wheezes for air, “She helped..”

Chris places his gun back in his holster.

“Fine, we have to get you and Rose out of here,” He says, forcing Ethan to stand, “I’ve planted a bomb nearby. It shouldn’t blow the castle. I’d suggest you get back there as soon as possible because when I pull this trigger-”

Chris holds up a detonation device to show you, “This place is going to blow. But- I thought you were working for Miranda.”

“Things change when she kills the family that accepts me as I am,” You explain, “Good luck you two.”

You nod to Chris as you didn’t want to stick around to find out how the device worked. You begin flying back across the bridge to get Bela’s remains and go home. However, with one last effort, Miranda pierces and rips a small slit in your wings. Making you stagger fly a lot worse compared to when Ethan had shot a hole into the same wing tissue. Miraculously, you crash landed right in front of the torso. You immediately wrap your jacket in it and warm it as you begin running into the direction of the Castle.

“Lord Dracul!” Duke calls out for you, “Into my carriage!”

You practically dive into the back of his carriage and he begins motioning for his horse to ride back to the castle. It was a bumpy ride however, you still held onto the torso for dear life, not willing to let it go. Even though you were the one getting tossed around.

“My Lord, are you alright back there?” He asks

“As well as I can be,” You groan from the bumpy ride

“My apologies My Lord,” He says, “I didn’t want to get caught up in that explosion there.”

“Yeah, me neither,” You sigh, “Hey, how long until we’re at the castle?”

“Almost there my lord,” He answers

As you wait for him to tell you that the both of you had arrived, you peek into your inside jacket pocket. Sighing in relief when you see Bela’s fly peeking back up at you. 

“You’re safe,” You smile, tearing up, “Thank god...”

You pet its head as it tries to snuggle into your warm finger. You and the fly continue fueling each others’ comfort until you felt the carriage stop.

“We’ve arrived my lord,” Duke calls to you

Chapter 7

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#5

An RE8 AU where the sisters get around like this, except they float at 7km/hr

Cassandra: "IF THIS THING WENT ANY FASTER YOUD BE DEAD BY NOW ETHAN!"

Ethan: *awkwardly shuffling 3 feet away just out of Cassandra's reach*

95 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#4

Headcanon: Bela tried to imitate her mother's claws by gluing as many sickles to the dorsum of her hand. Trouble began when she tried to wash the glue off in the sink.

... 'why is it not coming off???'

'Maybe some soap will fix it'

She tried to shimmy the handles with soap, but it won't budge. She watched the soap disappear down the sink, all while her reflection on the blades stare back at her.

Shit.

'Got to find mother without my sisters knowing.'

She thought becoming flies would be the solution to stealth, but no. Cassandra saw the floating hand first before she even saw the swarm, because my god, 3 hovering sickles are hard to miss.

Bela stood there with an unreadable expression as Cassandra's scream-laugh attracted Daniela.

Pirate, Sicklerine... she had to admit, their teasing is getting creative by the year.

Cassandra became useful for once by using her sickle to intricately grind away at the mess, ignoring Bela's yelps whenever she twists her hand in odd angles to get a closer look. Daniela offered to help by licking at the glue.

For once, the handles are starting to come loose. Finally, Bela's hand can see fresh air! Cassandra hummed in a job well done, knowing that she now use this favor to blackmail Bela into doing things. A heavy weight (literally) is coming off her and now she can leave this dumb moment of her life behind. Bela's smile grew wider.

Until Daniela puked the glue back onto her entire hand.

'Uh'

...

Somehow this was the right time for Mother to walk in to the youngest sister getting her face smashed in by the oldest.

What is Bela holding? Wait? Are those sickles stuck to her hand?

Alcina watched as one by one, the sickles came off in different directions. She was sure she heard a sickening rip each time, but it was completely muffled by Bela's exasperated screams and Cassandra's even louder roaring laughter.

'Ah, so that's where my industrial-grade adhesive went. I was wondering if Heisenberg was ever going to bring it over.'

105 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#3

Idk what i hate more, myself for drawing garbage or this

192 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#2

Portable transportation

536 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

'DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT SMILING' PROFESSOR ANEMONE GO OFF

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