#rip angie beneviento too

[eternallyunrested]

As a Donna sympathizer, this was top 10 worst moments in human history

This is what I listened to while drawing this

[putanaperdonna]

RE8 Headcanon: AU Resident Evil Village characters at the gym🏋️:

A/N: Okay so recently I’ve started going to the gym and working out properly and today I literally had to hold back from giggling like a colossal MORON because all I can think of is what if the RE8 characters were in this gym rn LMAO. So these are how I think they would be in a gym environment or what exercise they would be into lol enjoy 😭

Alcina Dimitrescu:

Alcina definitely trains in the weight section like how else would she throw that dresser lmao

She has like a set routine of what muscle groups she’s gonna hit on what day

Definitely favours upper body workouts though she is a sucker for chasing that glute pump on leg day

She’s not into cardio though she will go for walks but only indoors on the treadmill lmao

She warms up and cools down properly too… she takes everything very seriously

She loves looking like a baddie at the gym too it’s what motivates her to go! She’s old school though so like flared yoga pants and sleeveless shirts are her go-to

If you’re usually intimidated by the weight sections you feel way more confident if she’s in the area since the GymBros™️ know better than to fuck with her

She also does CrossFit here and there just so she can focus on driving ~power~ through her body

The Dimitrescu sisters

POLE FIT!!

Cassandra kinda just likes to control the music though she does demonstrations of movements for her sisters (bc they're incompetent duh)

Dani is actually trying to create her own routine and lord she is SICK of Cass’s micromanaging

Bela is just climbing the pole and swinging aimlessly… she doesn’t do it to perform or anything she just likes having her Chandelier by Sia™️ moment

They are doing it behind their mum’s back obviously

They install a pole in the foyer though, then they have to explain to Alcina what it’s for

“I know what a stripper is and I thought I raised you girls to be classy!”

They have to explain that a) Ain’t nothing wrong with being a stripper and b) They are not stripping, they’re exercising by using their body strength 🤪

“You girls don’t need exercise. You can turn into flies for gods sake!”

Donna Beneviento

Hot Girl Walks™️ with or without incline

Gf is NOT one for sweating… she already is relatively physically active anyways if she’s carving out larger pieces of wood to make dolls

She likes that she can put on headphones and a playlist and just have Donna time™️

But if she’s feeling particularly pissed off or overly energised, she installed a boxing bag in her basement and she likes to go punchy punchy kicky kicky

Angie likes to coach her on her technique (she knows nothing and frequently suggests Donna should punch the rocks outside because she saw Chris Redfield do it once and thought it would make Donna stronger)

Donna likes to have a workout buddy if she attends a gym though… totally not for checking out their muscles while they demonstrate for her 😇

Donna also likes to dance, not any particular style… she just sort of does it to express herself without really speaking

Salvatore Moreau

Swimming (duh)

He likes aqua aerobics as he’s not very good at maintaining any good technique with any traditional swimming strokes

He sucks up to the instructors frequently though lmao

If he doesn’t do aerobic classes he likes to swim slow laps and tries to focus on improving his lung capacity

He also has a habit of swallowing so much water when he swims and ends up vomiting frequently

He invested in some nice flippers and a snorkel so he can swim at the beach (he is surprisingly quite afraid of strong currents and getting caught in the rip) he wants to give it a good shot one day

Karl Heisenberg

He also does weight training. He likes the feeling of metal in his hands

He frequently gets into Alcina’s space and takes weights from people without asking

He has no regard for gym etiquette whatsoever

He is the type to absolutely throw the weights up with his whole body instead of perfecting technique

He is also a grunter… he has no shame

He does call other dudes out if they’re making female patrons feel uncomfortable

Alcina still has to fight the urge to “accidentally” drop one of her weights on his foot though

Him and Ethan are incapable of using machines properly

Ethan Winters

Endurance running

He literally does marathons for fun. He’s a psychopath.

He likes hiking too and honestly has probably dragged Mia out to different tracks at some point in their relationship

If he does go to a gym… he has NO clue what he’s doing if he’s using the equipment like he just tries to guess what they’re for and ends up using them incorrectly like this:

Chris tried to teach him how to use them but Ethan is convinced you can use them any way you want

Him and Karl provide the gym patrons with entertainment for DAYS

Mia Winters:

Yoga/ Pilates mum

She’s been doing classes and her own practice since forever

She can do some pretty cool poses like her capacity to hold her own bodyweight is actually pretty crazy

She’s very sweet with new yoga participants… she gives them advice on how to improve on basic or advanced poses whenever they ask

It’s the only thing in her life that keeps her calm and collected tbh

Mother Miranda:

Jiu Jitsu

She wants to kick some ass but without all the force of kicking and punching, like getting some good submission holds in there

She likes that JiuJitsu is more of a grappling sport in this sense

She also wants to improve on her speed when she’s in the ring, she wants to make attacks look effortless so she can scare her opponents into thinking that it’s easy for her

She definitely makes her own rules however, she only likes training with anyone who is up for being a rag doll for her

Chris Redfield

Bro just does anything

He likes boxing though

He imagines that goddamn boulder scenario every time… people mock him about it and he dgaf

He has broken through many boxing bags as a result

His sparring partners dread having to fight with him because they know they’re gonna walk away with a dislocated shoulder from the massive shock absorption lmao

Rosemary Winters

She likes volleyball

She just does… all the “normal” girls at school do it so she figures it might help her situation a little bit

She is actually pretty good at it

She hates how long the practices are though, she likes it but not THAT much

She likes doing high intensity cardio classes at the gym when she’s alone

It helps her get all of her pent up teenage stress out of her system

[saintsofwarding]

WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

Header by @trout-scout

Chapter 14: A Mirror

By the time the oncoming blizzard began to swirl over the sun, as if hiding its face in fear from the land below, Rose caught her first sight of the village.

It spread before them, surrounded on all sides by mountains, a protective wall of them cupping the valley like a pair of hands. She saw Castle Dimitrescu first; impossible not to, the structure stabbing itself from the landscape as if to claim the sky itself. In the morning light, the castle's spires glittered like the towers of that long-destroyed crystal city of Heisenberg's bedtime stories.

Rose stared, breathless, from Dimitrescu's back even as clouds skimmed her cheeks, soaking her hair. She and Donna were hunched low over Dimitrescu's pulsating flesh, and still the wind tore tears from her eyes and ripped at her skin like knives.

Before them the castle rose from its nest of mountains, of mist, magnificent and Gothic, something from a dream, or a nightmare.

Rose wasn't yet sure which.

"To hell with this blizzard," Dimitrescu snarled, her wingbeats churning at the clouds as a swirl of snow obscured their first sight of the castle. Rose felt the wind judder at her, so strong it tossed even her around. "I must make a landing."

"Fine by me," Rose called, but wasn't sure if Dimitrescu heard her.

She veered downward with a thrum of displaced air. Clouds rose around them, and as they broke through the dense layer, the ground burst into view, a dizzying spin of forest and mountain. The trees rose around them, and with a powerful backbeat that scattered snow and ripped pine needles from their boughs, Dimitrescu settled to all fours in a small clearing.

Rose half-fell off her back, legs cramping and frozen; she limped over to a tree to lean and wince. Behind her came the crack and growl of Dimitrescu's transformation, the air full of the powerful reek of blood and mutagen. By the time Rose turned back round, Dimitrescu knelt in the snow, breathing hard, rubbing her muscular arms.

"Is everything okay?" Rose asked her. Donna and Angie were speaking to one another in soft tones. Well- Donna's tone was soft, anyway. Angie seemed to be on par with a chihuahua in terms of lack of inside voice.

"I have been without blood for far too long," Dimitrescu muttered. Her eyes glowed golden beneath her sooty lashes; her face seemed gaunter than it had looked on the mountainside, dark circles cutting under those beautiful eyes. "In my hibernation, my body went into stasis, but now...after my transformation..."

Her eyes flicked up, meeting Rose's. "You smell far too delicious for safety, sweet child."

"Please don't eat me," Rose said.

She smiled. "Fortunately for you," she said, "I can control my urges..."

She lifted a hand and, delicately, drew her finger along Rose's jaw, ending, poised, just above the pulse point of her throat. "...For a time."

She rose to her full height as Donna and Angie approached.

"You hear that racket?" Angie said.

"The rush of water," Dimitrescu said.

She was right. Rose could hear it above the howl of the thickening blizzard, the snowy wind gusting in ripples and waves through the forest, like the sea in storm. Some kind of huge river?

"We're not too far from House Beneviento!" Angie crowed. "Home sweet home! Donna, you remember all the crazy stuff we got up to in there?"

Donna pressed her lips together.

"Anyway, we got all kinds of stuff all stored up in there. Get some better clothes than these nasty BSAA rags we're sporting. What do you say?"

"I've looked a shameful mess for far too long," Dimitrescu said.

"Yeah, we could use a place to rest and plan," Rose said.

Dimitrescu faced downhill, her head lifted. "Not for long," she murmured. "I need to regain my castle. To see what horrors time has wrought upon it. "

She made a scathing sound in her throat. "And to see how the elements have destroyed my beautiful home. If I ever see Redfield again, not even your promises will be enough to stop me from peeling him apart layer by layer."

"Let's..." Rose's teeth began to chatter. "Let's focus on the now, okay?"

"This way!" Angie called from the edge of the clearing, she and Donna already within the reaching shadows of the trees. "Over the river and through the woods...watch out for wolves, heh heh heh..."

Rose picked herself up and limped after them, Dimitrescu just behind her, filling the air with the faint tang of blood, the scent seemingly clinging to her inevitably.

The trees passed by, the wind dying down as they descended into the woods, scaly-barked pines transitioning to deciduous trees, twisted limbs entwined in a dense, frozen canopy overhead. Soon, the only sound was the crunch of their footsteps in the snow, Angie's low muttering, and a distant, thunderous roar, a vibration Rose felt in the soles of her feet.

Shapes swam through the fog, resolving into a collection of dilapidated buildings- sheds, Rose guessed, eyeing the clutter of equipment outside, the ruinous, frozen black rot inside of what appeared to have once been bags of potting soil.

A long string of bones clacked softly from a corner of the roof, stirred each time the breeze whispered through the forest.

She climbed over a collapsed fence after Donna. More shapes, more strange sights in the fog. Tripod trellises overgrown with a tangle of mutant plants, vines grown thick and ropy and strangling, the icy remnants of blue blossoms clinging to life. Wrought-iron fences, more outbuildings, gates standing askew, their bars warped and rusted by more than a decade of exposure to the elements.

A garden, Rose thought. Made sense- if Donna's powers relied on plants, then she'd want to cultivate as many as possible. Looking at the care with which this place had once been tended, though, she suspected it was more than for practicality's sake. There was an arboretum in one of the cities she'd lived in over the years, and this place reminded her of that long-ago garden. She'd gotten herself lost on the class field trip, and instead of getting scared, had wandered for hours through the trees, the paths unfurling before her, meandering and mesmerizing.

She glanced at Donna up ahead, but aside from a certain stiffness to her shoulders, she gave no indication of how she felt about being in this garden again.

A chill crawled through Rose's nerves as she caught sight of the first grave.

It rose from the snow beneath a tree, hung with yet more of those strange bone charms. A cracked, water-stained headstone, its engraving once-ornate, now illegible. Rose sensed a strange consciousness from it, a sleeping, hibernating energy, and stayed the hell away; even with Lady Dimitrescu at her back, she didn't want anything popping out and gnawing off her face.

"Such a tawdry little place," Dimitrescu muttered, looking around at the garden as they headed for a large iron gate on the far side. "Miranda always spoke at length to me about the one-time power and influence of the Family Beneviento. Nothing compared to House Dimitrescu, of course, but..." She tutted her tongue. "I'd expect more from nobility."

"I made do," Donna said simply, quietly.

"Made do," Dimitrescu echoed, as if this went against the foundations of her reality. "Can you imagine."

The gate came open with the squeal of rusted hinges, and they stepped down a short incline and into another clearing. In its center, a massive gravestone rose from a thicket of smaller graves, now so heaped with snow the foundations of the graves were almost completely buried. The big grave was taller than Rose, intricately, lovingly carved, the words on it mostly illegible, like the others. Rose only caught a few. Freed, bonds. Valley, death.

Donna lowered her head and moved right past it, but Rose lingered, climbing carefully between the graves to kneel and clear snow off the dais before the big stone. A cracked slab set into its surface read Claudia Beneviento, with a date of birth and of death.

Claudia.

Her throat stung. Donna's sister. This, she realized, was the girl Heisenberg had spoken of, so many years ago. The dead child, the girl he'd failed to save, in whose death he'd had a heavy hand. The one he'd loved like a daughter, or as close to that as he was capable.

She pressed her hand to the cold stone, but unlike the other grave, there was nothing beneath it. No pulse, no sleeping presence. Claudia was gone. There was no getting her back.

Maybe that was why Donna had hurried past without a second look. To stop here, to linger, was to relive again her failures. She'd had a hand in Claudia's death, too, or at least believed she did. In the end, Miranda was dead, and Donna was alive, and there was no one left to blame than herself.

A shadow fell over her. She looked up to find Dimitrescu standing just beyond the graves, her lashes lowered, her expression unreadable.

"Death is inevitable, child," she said. "Even to us. Whatever you seek to resurrect here...will never be what you most desire. Not truly."

A smile unfurled across her face, bitter and so flush with longing Rose felt its ache deep in her own chest.

"There's always a price for resurrection," Dimitrescu said, and moved on, after Donna.

With a last look at the child's grave, Rose followed them.

Before she joined them in the elevator, visible inside the open doors of the red gatehouse on the far side of the clearing, Rose paused. Something in her mind, Heisenberg's dreams, the memories to which he'd so fiercely clung despite Miranda's efforts to excise them.

The little compass came out of the sword with a clean snap of breaking metal. She returned to the grave and set it down, next to the frost-burnt flowers, the remains of what must have once been dolls, lumps of candle-wax.

It glittered, there, too new for this place, and yet still a promise to herself. A reminder. That even through hatred, and pain, suffering and manipulation, years of servitude and broken identity, once there was something good here. Once there had been love here. And there would be again, in some form, still undying.

***

The house rose from the mist of the great waterfall, a massive cataract flung from some shadowy source higher up the mountainside. A pretty house, with high peaked roofs now chewed with holes, a big wrap-around porch now overgrown with snow and creepers. As they approached, Rose heard the whistle of wind through a broken window.

With a shove and the crackle of breaking ice, Dimitrescu shoved the front doors wide. Darkness yawned within, the smell of damp, a silence, stifling; she ducked inside and strode into the darkness, but Rose lingered on the threshold, Donna by her side. She'd removed Angie from her backpack and cradled her in her arms, her one eye and Angie's three staring ahead into the house entryway.

"Together?" Rose whispered.

Donna gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Together, then. And it was together they entered, and together they moved about the room inside, its mezzanine level and its damp-ruined wood paneling, searching for lamps, closing shutters over the broken windows.

Somehow, Donna coaxed a couple lamps to light; the electricity was still running, the ancient wiring intact. The glow filled the hall with strange, leaping shadows, illuminating the dozens of scattered dolls and upturned chairs, the snow piling in corners, the icicles hanging from the distant ceiling.

A large framed portrait hung by the stairs was almost obscured by black mold, but Rose could still make out the faint shadows of forms on the canvas.

A Beneviento ancestor? Impossible to tell.

"I will make a fire," Donna said quietly. She pushed through a doorway and into a room beyond.

"I'm not staying in here," Dimitrescu said, her eyes sweeping the dilapidated hall. She had to bend almost double to wedge herself through the door, after Donna.

Rose stayed where she was. This place...again, that sting of familiarity, of knowledge. Once, those mold-scabbed wood panels had glowed with syrup light; once, music had echoed from the house's depths, scratchy and old-fashioned.

Take this. Keep it safe. And keep him occupied. Glory to me, child, remember that.

A flutter of yellow petals, as if blown in some phantom wind.

The dolls' eyes glittered from shelves and cabinets, watching her.

Rose stepped forward. A floorboard creaked on the stairs; she looked round, but the staircase was empty, the darkness unbroken.

You came here...

A glow of golden light off pale hands, clutching a rectangular flask to her heart.

Another pair of hands, bloodied and battered, three fingers sprouted from gory bandages, clutching that same flask as if it was the most important thing in the world.

And who are you now?

"Rose?"

The voice echoed from the dark. Rose whirled. The doorway, like the stairs, stood empty, the hallway beyond ordinary save for a smear of dried blood on the walls, black with age and furred with dust.

Pain sheared through her skull, rusty metal screaming in her ears-

She gave a cry, stumbling forward, but the pain was gone in an instant, leaving her ears ringing, her mouth dry. Movement flickered in the dark, the trace of a tan jacket, the glint of fair hair.

"Rose," came the voice again, soft and sing-song, as if calling her to bed.

"Dad?" Rose whispered.

Oh, god, was he alive? Had he regenerated like Dimitrescu, had he been here all these years? She stumbled after him; her heart pounded. She made it down the hallway. Footprints dragged through the dust, leading her on.

"Dad!" Rose cried. "Come back- it's me- I've come to save you-"

She rounded a corner and jerked to a halt. An old-fashioned elevator stood before her, its lights on, a grille stretched over its entrance. As she watched, the elevator itself rose back into position, like it had just gotten done conveying someone down.

She yanked the grille back; it slid aside with the slick whisper of well-oiled joints. The elevator interior was clean, like the lift in a fancy hotel, its wallpaper unmarked by the years, its brass fixtures glowing warmly in the overhead light. Rose climbed in and jabbed the button, her breathing feverish, sweat prickling in her hairline.

"Come on," she said. "Come on."

The elevator began to slide downward. Down, and down, and down; it couldn't be this far, could it? An eternity of brick wall, of flickering lights, of her own pulse, overloud in her ears. At last a line of light grew upwards from her feet, and the elevator shuddered to a halt.

Past a small, cozy entryway room, the hallways stretched, bland and beige, beyond. "Dad!" Rose cried. Her voice rang through the darkness, away and away. "Dad!"

She ran. The world seemed to fuzz and reform around her; dolls' eyes glittered, like crows' eyes, like stones at the bottom of a deep, deep well. She whirled round a corner and the wall before her pulsated, a stretch of translucent jelly-pink throbbing with veins.

The Embryo? No, no, no- she stretched a trembling hand forward to touch the flesh of God itself-

It was gone. Flash. She tottered back. The silence fell around her like a dropped shroud.

Rose stood, raking in deep breaths. Behind her, a soft footfall came on the carpeted floor.

She turned.

Shadows fanned on the walls around her: the shadows of outspread wings. He stood at the far end of the hallway, backlit, his face in shadow.

"Rose," he said, his voice full of relief. "I found you, I finally-"

"You were too late."

The voice tore from her own throat, cold and measured. The shadows stretched, reaching for her father; he backed off, mangled hands raised, but she was striding toward him, breaking into a run, lunging for him with a shriek of laughter; her hand snapped around his neck, and this close she saw how much she looked like him; those were her eyes, too, and there was not fear in them, but relief, still, relief-

She ripped into him with her teeth. He crumbled under her bite, hard and sharp-edged. Crystal fragments rained from her mouth as she tore her head back, taking half his face off. The wound wasn't flesh and blood, but crystal, broken crystal-

"Too late for her," Rose- Miranda- both of them cried. Another bite; another. "Too late for you." He collapsed to his knees, and still he stared at her, watching her with love in his eyes even as she tore him to pieces. "Too late for all of them!" She fastened her teeth around the hard, polished globe of his right eyeball, and with a wrench of her head-

***

Darkness fell. She slammed to her hands and knees. Her mouth tasted bitter, edged with something like flowers, as if she'd been drinking perfume. She coughed; black fluid spattered the faded, damp-spotted carpet. The air smelled of mold, real mold, a place left to mildew for years in the dark and the cold.

Rose lifted her hands; they quivered. "What the..." she said, but she couldn't go on.

"I'm so sorry."

She looked up. Down the grimy, dank little corridor stood Donna, holding Angie like a ventriloquist's doll. She'd changed clothes. Instead of the practical gear Chris had provided her, she now wore severe, old-fashioned black taffeta, a long skirt and bodice with puffed sleeves. Her eye patch was gone, her Cadou scarring exposed.

It writhed a little as Rose watched, Donna's dark eye sorrowful.

"It must have lingered," Donna went on. "From before."

"That was you?" Rose sputtered. She thought of what Chris had said- she's a puppeteer, a manipulator. "That was...all you?"

Donna nodded, then looked down, averting her eyes.

"You made me see that?" Rose cried.

"My power...only makes mirrors," Donna murmured. "Whatever you saw was you."

Rose stared at her, tension welling in her throat. Chris wouldn't trust her. Chris wouldn't take this. Heisenberg...god, she didn't know, she missed him, she wanted him back so bad it hurt. She pressed her hands over her face.

"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered.

This time, it was Donna's turn to comfort her. She heard the rustle of fabric, Donna's strange, detached, cold presence.

A pause-

Then a cool hand settled on her shoulder, so light she barely felt it.

"I'm sorry," Donna whispered. "I see them too."

"Are they always bad?"

Donna said nothing.

"The visions, I mean," Rose pressed. "Are they always...bad? Can't they be...can't they be good things?"

"I...do not know." She paused. "Perhaps."

Rose nodded. She sniffled. "Please don't..."

Donna waited.

"...Please don't tell the big, sexy vampire about this," Rose said.

She sensed Donna's smile, fragile as the frozen flowers in her garden. "That's probably for the best," she agreed.

***

Rose changed out of her wet clothes while Donna made tea, replacing her soaked shirt with a dry one of Donna's, embroidered cotton in a peasant style. A mirror in the washroom showed the cut Dimitrescu had given her on the cheek hadn't properly healed; a livid red slash lingered. Maybe cuts given with her claws always scarred, even on mutants? Her eyes were still dark-ringed, her hair falling in lank waves around her face. She still tasted that bitterness on the back of her tongue, lingering like a nightmare.

You aren't her. You'll never be her.

Chris wouldn't see it that way.

To hell with what Chris thinks. He's been fighting people like you his whole life.

She couldn't back down now. But why did she keep feeling the crunch of her teeth in Ethan Winters' flesh, the feeling of her tearing him apart?

Because in the hallucination, in the mirror, she'd wanted to keep going. Because in the hallucination, she'd liked it.

In the kitchen, a warm, homey central room that had escaped the worst of the elements, Donna stood by the fireplace with a copper tea-kettle and four heavy ceramic mugs, each painted with birds and flowers. Now that the fire was going the air crackled with welcome heat, banishing the gloom and the smell of damp that crept in from the rest of the house. Angie already sat at the table, propped up on cushions, her porcelain fingers tapping at the wood as if with impatience.

Rose's coat, shirt, and boots were hung up by the fire to dry. Donna must have done that, too.

"Thanks," she said, a little awkwardly.

Donna nodded, checking the contents of the kettle.

"Where's Dimitrescu?" Rose asked.

"Nosing around outdoors," Angie said. "Antsy, antsy. You'd think there was glass in her gloves. Big sister doesn't like us very much!"

"She lost her children," Donna said softly.

"Children," Angie sneered. "A matching set! Three dolls in dress-up clothes. Knock 'em down one after the next and these pretty dollies won't get back up again...!"

She cut off as the sound of footsteps echoed through the house. Moments later Dimitrescu ducked into the room, reclining with an exhale onto a green velvet divan, the only piece of furniture large enough to hold her. It groaned, antique wood and moldy velvet straining under the weight of muscle and bone and blood-clotted tissue.

"Tea?" Angie squeaked, like she hadn't just been mocking her dead daughters.

Dimitrescu gave the tea a look that any lesser being would reserve for murder. "Dust and mildew," she muttered. "I need my castle back. I need my home. Do you remember, once I made wines to make angels weep?"

"Yeah, because they tasted so nasty," Angie muttered.

Dimitrescu rounded on her. "Insolent poppet. I'll smash you apart- a little more dust in this hovel of a house could hardly hurt-

"Enough," Rose growled.

Dimitrescu lifted her chin. Angie chattered her teeth in a click-click-click of porcelain against ivory, but shut up. After a long pause, Donna brought the tea over. Rose didn't miss the wicked little smile playing around her lips.

"The only tea that wasn't stale was this sort," she said. "I hope it's all right."

"Probably full of your nauseating little mind-venom," Dimitrescu said with a wave of her hand. "Forgive me, dear sister, if I won't partake."

Rose took a long drink of the tea, the unfamiliar herbs stinging in her nose and warming the back of her throat. Cloves, she thought, and cinnamon, and something a little sweet. It cleared away the last of the brain-fog from the hallucination downstairs.

"...It isn't stale, is it?" Donna asked.

"No. No, it's good. Kind of tastes like Christmas."

Donna, Angie, and Dimitrescu all looked at her.

"Holiday," Rose amended. "Lots of, uh, pie and stuff. I guess you wouldn't know about it, would you?"

"Heisenberg would," Donna murmured. "He got out."

"So will you, after this," Rose said. "If you want."

Donna lowered her gaze, her hands clasped around her own mug. She didn't take a sip.

"You will," Rose pressed. She half-stood. "Look, we just need a plan. Dimitrescu, you were outside. Did you see anything? Any signs of Ouroboros, lycans?"

"No," she said. "But...there is something. Something in the air...in the feeling of the wind. I don't like it."

"Something wrong?"

She tilted her head back, letting the firelight play over the long, pale planes of her throat. "Let us, for all our sakes, hope not."

"We can't screw around for too long." Rose tapped at her mug with her fingertips, a quick restless drumbeat. "Those helicopters weren't far off. Now, the blizzard's gonna make it hard for them to land, but that won't delay them forever."

"What about your...companion? Jailer? Whichever he was. The man-thing." Dimitrescu's lip curled in disgust.

"Chris..." She didn't want to think about him. He'd have to hunt her down now, she knew. He'd have to. She'd crossed a line in a big way, and no amount of shared history, or shared misery, would allow him with all his duties and responsibilities to just...leave her alone. After all, she'd outright agreed to allow Lady Dimitrescu to eat anyone who got in her way.

I had to, Chris-

But wasn't that everyone's argument? She was certain Miranda would have claimed the same, in her place.

"Chris is a problem for later," she said quickly. "Right now, we need to focus on getting into town, scout out what's going on."

"Fifteen years," Dimitrescu murmured. "What degeneracy will greet us, I wonder."

"At a guess? Probably a whole freaking lot of lycans."

Lady Dimitrescu lifted her hand, letting her claws slide from her fingertips, admiring their slick gleam in the light.

"Dear, sweet child," she said, and grinned, showing off her teeth. "Lycans are to be the least of our worries."

[feshsticks]

when the meeting with the other lords got u like 

plus bonus angie

[cinderspots]

The ladies with a un-bothered germaphobe s/o -- like if something dramatic where to happen the s/o is all like "um Chile... anyways-" but if someone touches them without clean hands or gloves they just loose their shit-

Mood. Also, rip lmao MMs is so much longer and I got a teensy bit off-topic

Hope you enjoy ❤

Tag List: @minitrescu @ultimatebottom69 @imsososolesbian @luni-draws-crap @fatherse7en

Included: Mother Miranda, Mia Winters, Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Alex Wesker

Mother Miranda

There's a whole thing where you kinda just vibe over hating people being unclean about their lives or whatever

But anyways

You and Miranda get along pretty well once you get to a point where you two talk and not vaguely feel threatened by the priestess

So Miranda kinda just goes by believing that youre indifferent (bc I mean so far-) and it continues like that until one day

One terrible day

A very gross lycan decides that YOU are its best friend, idk why it doesn't want you dead don't ask me hard questions

And he follows you around like a puppy at first and youre like "ok weird" until it escalates to a hug

.

Uh oh

You lose your mind, Miranda assumes danger and kills it making it WORSE as now it's gotten all over you and bestie youre having a bad time

:(

Anyways Miranda is very confused ngl

Mia Winters

You shake hands and she immediately notes the gloves and the way you use a disinfectant like a weapon

Sprayed some mf in the face was lowkey funny

She respects it and doesn't push you, besides I'd like to think that after the fucking debacle of Lousiana and the RAW meat she had to eat

Mia is a little testy about germs too, so she's got you

If someone ever has the audacity to skin-to-skin contact you not only will you be almost crying, they WILL be crying thanks to your great gf the badass mold queen Mia

Overall she's got your back

Donna Beneviento

Takes the avoidance of touch personally at first which leads to a whole series of rom-com levels of misunderstandings

Once it's explained she gets it

Angie doesn't and has to be put on a leash but it's fine

:)

Donna is extra careful which is ridiculous bc she's barely around other people so she's forcing herself to giant her own damn house

Youre mostly like "girl I'm not allergic to the air you breath"

If someone sets you off they're dead no questions

Doesn't matter if it was an accident they upset you

🔪🔪🥄

Take the spoon as you will

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ngl she's not understanding at all when you first meet

Sure once youre like lovers n stuff she's like "back off use your hand sanitizer" (idk how germaphobes live sorry)

But before she's downright disrespectful

Same as Donna, someone touched you skin to skin:)))) what? No, she's fine, the claws just needed some air :))) shell be back in a min don't worry :)))

Bela Dimitrescu

Takes it at face value and sees it as something she could like

You don't like germs which makes you one of the cleaner maids around which makes you an asset to being fucking ridiculous about cleaning rooms

You'd have to supervise for it to get done but Bela likes the mildly irrational idea of it

That's...not quite how it works all the time but she's stronger faster and drinks more human blood than you

You don't tell her that

Eventually she just sort of buzzes around you and hisses at Dani to stay away bc homegirl cannot keep things together

Unsurprisingly Dani escapes Bela's sight and lunges for you in a non-murdery way and makes contact

Game. Over.

You scream bloody murder and go into a panic attack while Dani hisses at the loudness and doesn't understand a thing

Dani briefly has no hand at dinner and everyone sort of pretends like they don't see

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Just like her mother, fucking horrible about it on purpose before she grows fond of you

THEN she gets livid at the idea of someone messing with you

Accidentally sets you off mindlessly and freaks out when you freak out making it so much worse

I think it would take a lot of time to get her to not automatically do something to set you off so idk about your relationship life span

Daniela Dimitrescu

This my bestie is a commitment

You either last like a week or for life

Because she is uh VERY into skin to skin I am living in your organs kind of thing

Daniela doesn't MEAN to set you off. Kinda does it often because she can't help herself

If you commit anyways (very unhealthy of you bestie) then after time she's the most respectful fly woman you'll ever date

And the only but that's not the point

The point is she gets angry when others set you off and everyone kinda pretends like she isn't a serial offender

And we get personality growth as she learns some self control after trial and error

Alex Wesker

She recognizes it and shockingly assists you and respects it the quickest out of them all

Like genuine shock

I'd think it'd be a game of chance working with her though, so many new people coming in and NOT knowing you don't like to be touched

She appreciates your aloofness but takes it harshly when youre touched and pretty much takes that as an instakill

:/

[simplysable]

Hi, I love your blog so far! How do you think the lords would react to being snowed in?

Absolutely!! Thanks so much for the ask, it might be small, but it’s nice to know people like my nonsense <3

I’m not sure how to do a line break on mobile so you’re getting this long ass list without breaks

The Resident Evil Lords Getting Snowed In (Plus S/O!) ❄️

Alcina Dimitrescu

To put it simply, she hates it.

Because of her cadou, she and her daughters can’t exactly find joy in the snow like you can

“Dearest, would you stay inside? You’re tracking the snow in with you when you come inside.”

You tunnel your way out of the castle like a bunny so you can dick around in the snow while Alcina and her daughters just stare

You try to make her happy, even though she hates the weather with a fiery passion

“At least the fires make it warm in the castle, especially in your chambers!”

“I bet the Duke has hot chocolate and marshmallows. I can show you what cool people do when they get snowed in.”

“Heisenberg can’t get in, right?”

That made her smile, finally.

She thought to herself and smiled, looking out the window happily

“I suppose this disgusting cold isn’t all bad. What are more modern things that people do when they’re trapped?”

Oh she shouldn’t have said that

You drag her to a window while you burrow outside and show her the art of making a snowman

You show her a snowball fight with you and some poor lycan that got stuck in the snow

You ripped a piece of bark off a dead tree and sled down a steep hill, which you didn’t know was steep until you were going too fast

When she was patching you up inside, she smiled at how happy you made her even though she hated what was around her

She doesn’t hate getting snowed in as much now that she has you

Donna Beneviento

Donna loves snow days

She loves that frost delicately covers her windows, and gracefully dusts her trees

The quiet stillness of it is very calming

She isn’t too fond of the cold itself, but she loves the snow (she has a Very Good™️ heating system in her house)

When it snows, she feels as though it’s time for a wardrobe change

She gathers up every doll from every nook and cranny in her house, and she lays them all out in front of you, silent excitement buzzing from her

She asks you to haul out a large chest she has in her room, and you open it with a smile

“It’s their winter clothes. I wanted to make sure that none of them got cold.”

She pulled out Angie’s snow gear, who donned it happily, and you and her got to work changing her dolls into the proper winter attire

“Donna, the craftsmanship on these are gorgeous! You should sell some of your clothes, people would love them!”

Being snowed in, she also can’t escape your compliments

Que a blushing mess at every compliment you give her, no matter how small

“I like the red ribbon on this one. It was a good choice!”

“Aw, the little boots look so warm! Good job, Donna!”

“You have a nice face.”

She liked being surrounded by newly clothed dolls, you, and beautiful white snow falling silently outside

Snow days weren’t too bad, in her humble opinions

Salvatore Moreau

Eh. He could feel either way about the snow, but he always likes it more when you’re around him

His home is pretty drafty, and he’s always kind of sick, so, like Donna, not a huge fan of the cold

It looks gorgeous, and it turns his home into a frozen wonderland that you have fallen on on many occasions

He loved bundling up, and the cold weather makes his aching joints feel nice

Listen, he was already going to, but if you’re the one that suggests a winter Hallmark movie,

This man loves you so much

He loves that your nose gets pink when it gets cold

He loves that you wear gloves that don’t match

He loves that he wears the scarf Donna knitted for you (that he commissioned)

“Donna will be happy to know you love her work! Should I get a matching one?”

He’s just happy when you’re around him, and he could honestly forget he’s snowed in if you spend enough time with him

He had walked into a wall of snow after trying to open a door, forgetting why he was staying inside in the fist place

You do things to this man-

Karl Heisenberg

This man is a husky

You have to haul him back inside when it gets too dark to see

He will go out frolicking in his boxers in three feet deep snow

You hate the snow because of this, because of the fact that you have to act like a parent watching their kid

“Heisenberg, you can’t fill the snowballs with nails.”

“The lycans won’t feel it, they’re dumb as shit!”

“Heisenberg!”

You like to watch his dumbass from the nice, heated factory

When he comes in, shaking like a dog, you throw a heated blanket on him and force him to make the hot chocolate

“I told you it was getting too cold to wrestle with the lycans.”

“Yeah, well they can suck my dick. It never snows this much, so I’m taking advantage of it.”

He will force you to play outside with him

You know

Like a child

Snowball fights taken too seriously, a snowman army on his roof, a little igloo village, a lycan eating a snowman,

He loves the snow, even if you don’t

He does get a little pissed off at the weather if it gives you a cold

“Not all of us are fucking huskies, Heis.”

Eh, he’ll just throw snowballs at the widow of the room you’re sleeping in

I hope you liked the headcanons, and thank you again for asking!! My inbox is always open, so keep the asks coming 😎👉👉

[dmc-tings]

The four Lord's accidentally hurting their s/o during an argument

Alcina Dimitrescu

She was BEYOND PISSED

You had gone to hangout with her brutish brother, Heisenberg

Again

Without her knowing

She didn't mind, as long as you told her

But it seemed like you made it a POINT to leave without doing so

"Alcina, I'm a grown (man/woman/person) I can go as I please!"

"Oh forgive me for treating you like a child! As your behavior has shown me!"

She stood tall and stiff, arguing with you

And you stood (as tall as you could), glaring at her with defiance

Alcina was sheathing and unsheathing her long claws behind her back

Trying not to slice her beloved's head off

But when you got like this, it was rather difficult

You threw your hands up, in anger

"This is the shit, Heisenberg, is talking about!! You use your height to talk down on everyone!! And it-"

She swung her hand to shut you up

And.... well it did shut you up

Her claws had been out

Slicing your midsection open, effectively gutting you

Before you could hit the ground, the Draculina caught you

And rushed you to her chambers, where the maids started to care for you

She never left your side, holding your hand

Once cleaned, sewn up and bandaged, the chambermaids left your both alone

There she sat for days, for her it felt like months, years... and eternity even

You finally woke up and looked at her

For the first time in almost a century, Alcina let herself be human

Large, fat tears where streaming down her face

Though she made no sound and you couldn't see her eyes

You knew by how hard she tightened her grip on your hand

That she was relieved and desperately sorry

"Im sorry too, you know... I should be more careful about your feelings. And-"

She cut you off

This time with her lips, forgiving you with no words

Angie and Donna Beneviento

On very, very, very rare occasions would you and Donna argue

And this was such a time

You had wanted to go into the village

But Donna, insisted you stay home, just for a bit

This, for whatever reason, pissed you off

"Your so goddamned controlling, Donna! Is it a big fucking problem for me to want to be alone, just for a few hours!?"

She never would say anything back, she didn't have to

The pollen would do it for her

Through narrowed eyes, she made you see the worst

Your angry ranting stopped

You saw your family's deaths replaying

Right. In. Front. Of. You.

Your mother crashing in to a dark river, your brother slashing his arms, bleeding out, and your father going mad, setting the family home on fire, letting himself burn alive

You knew none of this was true, but.... it felt so real...

You fell to your knees, weeping, but making no noise

Letting the tears fall, you sat back pulling your knees to your chest

Donna and Angie both knew it was going a bit too far

"Great!! Now (he/she/they're) broken!" Angie fussed

Donna made the illusion dissappear, feeling bad about what she had done

You were curled up, holding yourself

Angie, was already at your side, uncharacteristically, trying to soothe you

Donna kneeled on front of you, wiping your tears

You all sat like this for hours

Finally, you calmed down

"Donna-"

She shushed you, pulling you into her arms

You hugged her and Angie

This is how you all forgave one another

And it always worked

Salvatore Moreau

He never liked it when you got like this...

You could be come so rageful

And it scared and confused him

All he asked was "Darling? Will you help me decide which experiment to send to Mother?"

And you exploded, throwing things and yelling at him

"EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FOR MIRANDA!! WHAT ABOUT ME!? IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT!!"

This continued, until you threw a knife in his direction

It just barely missed hitting him

This caused him to explode as well

Like Donna, he rarely argues but that was the last straw

You stopped your rampage to watch his

He finally turned into his MASSIVE other form

And rushed off

You realized that you were to blame for this

So you followed him to the Reservoir

Watching him let out his anger out in the water and surrounding area

Him, not knowing you followed, bashed into some of the rocks

Causing them to fall, on top of you

Luckily, you jumped far enough away, not to get completely covered

You screamed as your leg got caught in the rockfall

Moreau hear it, transformed back and rushed to you

Uncovering the rocks, and pulled you to him

Quickly he made a tourniquet and gently pulled you to safety

"Im sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there, my Precious..."

He continued to whimper apologies to you

You cut him off, "No... im sorry, I shouldn't explode like that..."

You both sat in comfortable silence, knowing that this would happen again

Probaly

Karl Heisenberg

You both were HEATED

You simply asked him to help you out a bit with some chores

To which he exploded

Throwing harsh and colorful words at you

"Ungrateful lazy bitch." Was hastily thrown at you

To which you retaliated with, "Piece of shit garbage."

Not caring about the floating debris, you tried to leave

Which Heisenberg blocked your way, a bit too aggressive

Not bothering to look at what he did

One of the flying slabs of metal sliced open your arm

Almost cutting it off

Though Karl didn't look at you, but your screech made him whirl around

Anger gone, when he saw your blood pouring out on to the floor

He rushed to your side, ripping his shirt into makeshift bandages

As he was wrapping you up, you started to pass out due to bloodloss

For the first time, in the longest time, Heisenberg felt himself panic

"Y/N! Stay with me, please!! Dont-"

You lost consciousness

He stood up and pulled you into his arms and rushed to Dimitrescu Castle

Kicking the large door in, he demanded that Lady D help

She was about to refuse, but saw the tears streaming down his face

And an eyeful of you bleeding out

She quickly snapped at her chambermaid's to help you

A few hours passed, with Heisenberg pacing outside of the room where you were being cared for

When the door opened he pushed past the maid, to your side

You looked at him, wanting to hit him

But softened up seeing this rugged man crying and apologizing for his outburst

You couldn't get him to shut up

And he held your hand like a life line

You petted his head with your other hand

Once he calmed down, you started to laugh

Karl looked at you like you lost your mind

"What the FUCK are you laughing at!? I almost took your gotdamn arm off!! I-"

"I... i..." You wheezed, " I forgot why we were arguing."

Karl looked up thoughtfully, "Damn. So did i."

He leaned forward and gave you a kiss

"Still... im sorry."

[like-rain-or-confetti]

In the Garden (Donna Beneviento)

Donna recoiled in fright from the sound of the little voice. "Woah!" Angie said loudly, levitating from the ground to peer over the fence. "You're far from home, ain't cha? The village is back down there!" Angie greeted loudly. The little girl reached out tentatively for Angie's dress. "You like it, huh? Don't I look pretty!?" The little girl nodded with a growing grin. "Are you lost?" Angie asked, her body tilting to the side just as Donna's head tilted, hiding behind the pillar of her porch. "I don't know." The little girl brought her thumb to her mouth, muffling her response. "Are you here yourself?" Angie asked. The little girl nodded, reaching out for Angie's dress again, running a finger over the material. It was clear the little girl was fascinated by Angie.  Some children tended to grow frightened of Angie given she was sentient. Others considered it magic, proof of Mother Miranda's blessings. 

Donna, hesitantly, moved away from the pillar and towards the gate, concerned about the wellbeing of the little girl. Lycan's would soon be roaming and whilst Heisenberg has mostly kept them away from the village, Donna knew they'd be lurking somewhere. She opened the gate which protested with a screech that grated against everyone's ears. Donna quickly backed away, ensuring the girl couldn't get a look under her veil. It was unlikely but Donna was always careful and being alone for so many years also made her paranoid. "Come inside! We can stay here until someone comes for you! I bet someone's looking you." Angie said and the little girl moved into the garden. She looked to the woman before turning back to Angie. "That's Donna! She's my best friend!" Angie explained excitedly. "We were gardening! Can you play with me until Donna's done?" Angie asked hopefully and the little girl nodded. "Yay!" Angie screeched before bursting into giggles. 

The little girl and doll chased each other for a while. Angie decided the two should have a competition to see who could spin like a princess longer. Seeing that Angie couldn't get dizzy. It was an easy win for her. She tried not to take advantage too much given the small chastisement she received mentally from Donna. 

After half an hour, Donna was long finished and simply watching the two play. It was then she heard the cry of a woman who scurried out from the trees. "My sincerest apologies, Lady Beneviento!" The woman curtsied. "I have told her time and time again not to wander off!" Donna nodded behind her veil slowly. Hand out as though to assure the woman no harm had been done. "Well, I suppose this is goodbye! Thank you for playing with me! Maybe one day you can meet all my cute friends!" Angie shook with excitement as she giggled with glee. The woman opened the gate gingerly and beckoned the little girl towards her. "Bye-bye, Angie!" The little girl waved. "Bye!" Angie's arm waved with frantic, messy movements. The little girl giggled as she took the woman's hand. The woman curtsied one more time offering apologies profusely before tugging the little girl away with her. Donna heard the exasperated, fearful scolding the woman gave the little girl as the two walked briskly back to the village. Angie soared through the air landing in Donna's awaiting arms. She rested on Donna's hip, an arm across her shoulder as though she was holding on to the woman. Both Donna and Angie looked to the distance watching the two villagers go. "I like her." Angie said. 

Screams ripped through the air along with howls, growls and snarls. Blood was everywhere, from the rooftops to the crisp white snow on the village grounds. Fires broke out, cattle killed, and crops were trampled. Bodies were scattered or at least what was left of them as Lycan's tore the village apart. It was only just the beginning. The little girl looked at the destruction of her home to hear the crunch of foot steps behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Lady Beneviento looking down at her. The little girl wanted to ask what was happening but couldn't speak. She wanted to ask where her parents were but nothing would come out. 

In the Lady's hands, Angie rested limp. She offered Angie towards the little girl who hesitantly held the doll. Even now she looked at Angie like she was the most magnificent treasure she had ever seen. Lady Beneviento bent at the waist and lifted the girl, balancing her on Donna's hip. She turned and walked away. Donna didn't speak but Angie's head lifted to look at the little girl who held her. "You're coming home with us! It's not safe here anymore." Angie spoke, leaning forward, her head dropping against the little girl's chest like offering consolation. "Don't worry! We'll protect you! My cute friends can't wait to meet you!" Angie finished. Donna felt a tiny hand squeeze the fabric of the back of her veil and knew the little girl trusted the woman. "What's your name?" Angie asked. "Claudia." The little girl answered quietly and Donna inhaled sharply. In that moment she knew that this was fate. She clutched the girl that little bit tighter as though frightening something or someone would rip the girl from her arms. Yes, fate indeed.

[running-with-kn1ves]

I can ask for a male version of Donna Beneviento, of course being yandere...

i really picked the worst time to start writing again since tests are coming up... but seriously, my RE8 knowledge is awful so if I wrote something ooc or non-canon, lemme know! I genderbent all the mofos again because it just makes more sense that way:

TW: Kidnapping, hallucinations, yandere themes/mentions, jealousy, protectiveness, dark content

Don: Donna Beneviento

Angie: Angus

Alec: Alcina Dimitrescu

Karla: Karl Heisenburg

Moreau: Moreau (used last name so does it matter?

Of course, we all know Don as pretty much the opposite of Alec. He’s an agoraphobe, dislikes being the center of attention, and prefers the company of his dolls rather than other people. He doesn’t use his body to his advantage like Alec, or intimidates with powerful weapons like Karla. No, instead he plays from behind the scenes. It’s unlikely that he’ll try to woo his darling with simple things like displays of power or affection.

Is not big on affection. At least, at first. The man can hardly stand being touched or seen by his fellow lords, so it's no surprise that it takes him a while to come out of his shell.

Once you’re nice to this man, it's all over, you’re fate has been decided. Like Moreau, Don’s likely more drawn to a kind and courageous darling. Someone who’s willing to make the first move in befriending him, and wants to spend time with him. Even if he was interested in them first, he wouldn’t make a blatant move.

This man is shy. Utterly shy. He refuses to show his face instead using dolls to interact with his darling. It’s so much easier to make them laugh that way, to feel them caress the doll and have the sensation run up into his bones. He feels like as they touch the doll, a part of him is being touched. After all, an extended division of cadou is used to manipulate and control his dolls.

Takes the longest to kidnap his darling out of all of the lords. It’s not that he can’t do it per se, but something inside of him is holding him back. Don is plagued with worry and anxiety, both with the other lords, and the outside world. He’s glad he has this small bubble of time with his darling, even if they somehow get ripped away every now and then by Father Michael.

Considering the Father is watchful of all his children, he’ll notice quickly once the other lords point out how fond Don is of his darling’s presence. Usually, no one can interact with him without Angus spouting nonsense or shooing them away. But this newfound tart, who seems to have captivated him so well, has actually managed to bond with him.

Father Michael will watch carefully, making sure this new ‘toy’ isn’t a distraction. But after promising his loyalty time and time again, Don will be allowed to keep his darling as a ‘small pet’ according to Father.

After receiving Father Michael’s blessing, Don will take that as the perfect time to kidnap his darling. He doesn’t use harsh measures like pain or restraints; inducing hallucinations is easiest, and while he doesn’t wish to harm his darling, he doesn’t desire to let them go either.

It took Father Michael's blessing to kickstart Don’s obsessive behaviors into a physical threat. A few acts of kindness will have the frail man glued to them, albeit from a distance. He’s always watching through that dark veil, and his few feet away doesn’t mean that he isn’t stalking their every move.

Angus comes up periodically to annoy Don’s darling and take away their attention, signaling how desperately Don wishes to be with them; he uses his dolls as a way to be close. And because Angus is the exact opposite of Don, the puppet master finds himself almost envious, ironic as it is.

Gets jealous easily, but turns that jealousy into self-pity. He doesn’t lash out at his darling, rather he sulks, falling into a pit of his own despair at watching them interact with everyone else but him. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle it if he interacted with his darling for too long, but that doesn’t mean he wants to watch them interacting with others. He can be quite selfish and childish, but finds clever ways to get what he wants.

When he kidnaps his darling, the Beneviento will likely do so by using hallucinations. It’s the quickest and most efficient way to keep his darling safe, and willful.

Don will get this idea in his mind that his darling must’ve wanted to come here on their own, considering they so willfully bent to his hallucinations. Most at least fight back, do something to get away, so why didn't they? Why it must be because they love him just as much as he loves them!

Likes to touch and stroke his darling when they’re asleep. It’s more comfortable that way, and makes it so he can do anything without being scolded or fought back against. Especially loves playing with their hair and joints, as odd as it may be. It reminds him of when he’s working with dolls, and that brings great comfort. It makes the situation seem so much more manageable.

Will only remove his veil if his darling persists. If they ask, he’ll be very hesitant and will try to find a way out of it, as he doesn’t want them to fear him or find him repulsive. But if his darling is as kind and angelic as he believes them to be, they’ll accept him without aforethought, and at that, he’d nearly die.

Don didn’t receive much affection in his past life, or current one. So, finding someone who cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead without hesitation, was so spiritual it nearly brought him to death.

After kidnapping his darling, he’ll make sure to tend to their every need, all the while standing by the door and watching them. He’ll be shy, standing there and forcing Angus to bother you. It's been ages since someone came to “visit” his home, and even though he tried to prepare it for you, it didn’t feel good enough.

His darling will likely be relaxed, not seeing Don as a threat. Even though they know what he can do with his dolls, and have heard things from the other Lords, they don’t genuinely believe he’s malicious. Sure, the dolls with blades as arms and the strange, dusty house do seem to be a bit weird, but who wasn’t? It was eclectic.

Likes to follow his darling around. He enjoys watching them do things, listening to them hum, and occasionally stroking them when they dont notice. He would be too insecure at first to have them watch him as he touched them. But as the relationship progresses, he’ll be more inclined to let them hold his hand and kiss him; as long as they didn’t stare for too long.

Isn’t irrationally jealous, nor protective. He rather enjoys stalking and watching from a distance, maybe basking in his darling’s presence, but enjoys watching them interact with others as well. Not when they’re being overly kind though; that should be saved for him. But he enjoys letting the other lords feel the warmth his darling brings, only for Don to show that he’s the one they belong to.

Doesn’t consider himself to “own” his darling-- but does see them as his-- if that makes sense? His darling isn’t an object, they aren’t something that can be tossed around. But, they are something he claims, someone special to him that he regards just as if not more knowledgeable. They belong to him, and he belongs to them.

Will not hesitate to hunt a bitch if they make his darling cry or to hurt them. He isn’t confrontational, but will no doubt send a few “messengers,” allowing his dolls to destroy and maim anyone who dares try to mess with his beloved.

His love language is acts of service and quality time so he loves to be around his darling! But, for receiving love, he greatly enjoys physical affection, along with words of affirmation.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well, I really love your writing and I recently tried to come out to my family but it didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. I was wondering if you could do the four lords’ reactions to reader coming out as lesbian (it doesn’t have to be lesbian specific if you don’t want to) If you don’t feel comfortable writing this it’s totally fine, no pressure at all. And thank you for all of your work it really helps me just relax sometimes 😘

Hii, I’m so glad that my writing is able to make you feel happy! It honestly makes my day!! I’m so happy to write this for you and I feel so honoured to write this, I apologise that it’s late I wanted to write it sooner.

I’m sorry that all this has happened to you and if you ever need anything I will always be here for a listen if you need <3 just message x I also wrote this from some person experiences since I am bi and have also had bad experiences so this is just to make everyone feel loved and included!

Alcina Dimitrescu

You’re sitting on the lounge of one of the various sitting areas in Castle Dimitrescu, having tea with the Lady of the house one cold evening.

You were both enjoying each other’s company, having grown very fond of Alcina and her daughters. You’d become something like an aunt to the girls and Alcina had accepted you into her house with open arms.

The Lady Dimitrescu was currently speaking about another “man-thing” she had hidden in the dungeon when you told her about your own feelings towards women.

Your heart is practically beating in your throat as the nerves make you feel nauseous, anxiously awaiting a reaction from the Lady Dimitrescu. Your palms shaking slightly as she stopped speaking to glance at you.

Tears well in your eyes as you wonder if you’ve made a mistake, instantly going to apologise.

She takes two large steps towards you, kneeling down and takes your much smaller hands in her own. Her thumb moves in gentle circles along your knuckles as she soothes you.

“My darling, please do not cry… You’re too beautiful in your youth to be sad. Just know you will always be loved here in my castle both by my daughters and myself. No harm will come to you, I promise; I will protect you always.”

She brings her hand up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek, holding your chin up so you can look at her. Everything about her presence is calming and loving in that moment.

“All that matters in this world is your happiness, my darling, don’t let anybody take it away from you.”

She places a soft kiss to the back of your hand and uses it to bring you into a tight hug. Her arms wrap around you tightly and she holds you close, almost protecting you from the outside world.

“Come now; if you’re to be staying with us, you’ll be needing your own formal room. Besides if you stay with us you’ll find that you and I are not so different.”

You look up at her with wide eyes as she gives you a large smile and scoops you up in her arms. It’s there that she carries you to your new chambers just down the hall from her own and you continue to stay with the Lady Dimitrescu.

Each day and night she reminds you just how much you’re loved by her and her family, making sure you know just how much she cares for you no matter who you are.

Donna Beneviento

You’re standing on the porch with Donna, over looking the waterfall which her house sits next to. You notice Angie is not with her and she’s in lighter clothes than her usual layers which she wears to visit Mother Miranda.

It’s one thing you’re very happy about is Donna’s comfort around you. You two are very close and you’re the only person she feels like she can be herself even without her dolls. To her, you’re someone that makes her feel normal and safe in this crazy and chaotic world.

Much like Donna, you’ve kept to yourself, often hiding how you really feel inside but she’s someone who you’ve grown to trust with your life and who care for very deeply about.

That’s why you feel ready to finally tell her about your own feelings and who you are. Yet it doesn’t make it any less nerve racking, your friendship with Donna means everything to you and you don’t want to lose her.

She notices the way you tense up, how you focus more on the water falling to distract yourself, fiddling with your hands at the same time.

Donna leans over and rests her head on your shoulder which you relax into and place your head on hers as her arm wraps around you reassuringly.

“Angie and I still love you. No matter what, you’re still the only one who likes us. Just because you feel a certain way doesn’t change that.”

Donna’s hand squeezes every so often against your arm, a reminder that she means what she says. Her touch keeping you warm out in the cold as her words warm your heart.

Salvatore Moreau

You and Moreau have always found comfort in each other. The two of you feeling rejected by everyone in society, just wishing that someone would give you the opportunity to get to know you both better. To see the real you.

That’s what you were, inseparable and each other’s second chance to be yourselves. You were all you two had, telling each other everything and sticking by each other.

Hidden away in his reservoir was your own little world where no one could judge either of you and you could be yourselves.

That’s why with your hand in his, squeezing tightly, you decided to come out to him.

His hand squeezes back and matches your strength as he smiles at you, proud that you were able to say it.

“You’re my best friend, you know? And I will never view you any differently because you like girls, you’re braver than I could ever wish to be.”

Salvatore is captured by your ability to be yourself, especially around him. He feels honoured that you trust him with everything, even something as daunting as coming out and he makes you feel validated and respected all the time.

You’re something of a role model to him and the two of you work through all your troubles together, always relying on each other for support.

You never once had to face anything alone, no matter how hard it was for you to come out to everyone else, Salvatore was always there for you and was by your side.

Karl Heisenberg

You and Karl had an interesting friendship, something akin to the term “chalk and cheese”. He was the wild and crazy engineer, always tinkering in his workshops, working tirelessly for his revenge on Mother Miranda while you were the gentle and sweet soul who was once a member of the village.

No matter of your differences, you were both the only one you had left. You truly cared about each other. Although you both weren’t always great at saying it, you each had your moments.

After Karl told you about his childhood, the experiments he endured and the Cadou implant you both agreed to tell each other everything and he honest. Promising to be there for each other.

That’s why you knew you could come out to him and tell you how you felt deep down.

He instantly drops the hot piece of metal he was welding to draw his attention to you. Leaning in and listening to you as you told him all of what you had been hiding.

At the end of it you’re exhausted, teary eyed and in need of a hug which he gladly provides, practically crushing you as he holds you close.

“Hey now, you’re not broken like I am, there’s nothing wrong with who you are. Fuck what anyone has to say, if they want to hurt you I won’t let them okay? If they’ve got a problem with who you love they’re gonna have to deal with me. I mean it, if anyone gives you shit they’ll be fed to the lycans!”

You laugh at his little speech and he smiles when he sees you happy. Although apart of you knows he’s very serious and cares about you enough to rip anyone’s throat out for hurting you.

Karl Heisenberg was the last person you’d expect to find a friend in and yet he’d stop at nothing to make you feel loved and safe in his home.

i love all of you <3

[angelic-blxssom]

How would the 4 Lords react to there s/o being a famous fashion designer (bonus points if they make all new dresses for Donna her dolls )

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu:

- she would love it!

- she would most likely ask you to design her some beautiful dresses. The daughters definitely would too, I don’t argue that

- if you’re that famous and get fan mail, she would have this specific house at the village just for the mail to come (so you were safe)

- alcina would clear out an extra room for you to design and sew clothes. It would be huge and you could have your fabric, design desk, body mannequins, closets, etc;

Lady Donna Beneviento:

- so to start, you definitely would make dresses not only for Angie but clothes for the other dolls. Angie is only ever seen in her wedding dress but she would definitely wear other clothes if you made it

- Donna would love if you designed stuff, she might request you to make some pretty black dresses for her sometimes

- you being famous made her a little anxious so no fan mail nearby but she did fully support what you did

- if you ever got hurt from poking yourself with a needle or something, she would care for you immediately

Lord Salvatore Moreau:

- he only wears pants so if you did make him clothes, they would be some jeans

- there isn’t like any space in his mill so you would definitely have a smaller space to do your work but he would always talk to you while you work for entertainment

- he would probably have your designs and work that was posted in magazines hanging on his walls to admire them.

- he may even pitch in a design idea or two to help

Lord Karl Heisenberg:

- honestly, he supports you but won’t think much of it in the end

- you know? Like he will watch you work, watching as your fingers move to draw the design or sew the peice of fabric because he finds it fascinating

- you’d probably sew holes in his hat or trench coat if there ever was any big rips; he would greatly appreciate that

- he would definitely have the fan mail address at the factory but no person had the bravery to come near it so you basically never got the mail

[parent-to-lgbt-kids]

Sibling Lord Reader-

I had this idea after I had finished the game and thinking all of the lords deserved better so why not give them some happiness with a reader who’s a child. I just love them all so much and they all need some love~

Hope y’all enjoy~

TW: Just a little bit of talk of gore but nothing too extreme.

~Lady Dimitrescu~

Dimitrescu was very neutral and quite annoyed by the fact that Mother Miranda had recruited another lord to the family.

She was more than surprised to see you, a simple child, as the new lord that Miranda picked.

You instantly reminded her of her daughters from how small and young you were.

She quickly became very overprotective of you, taking you in and making sure that nobody hurt you.

She was slow to introduce you to her daughters though, not knowing how they would react to the new young lord.

They absolutely loved you whenever you were persistent to meet them, quickly becoming great friends even though they were quite overwhelming at first.

Dimitrescu was more than happy to see you interacting so well with his daughters, happy to allow her daughters to run their energy someone younger than herself

Dimitrescu is like a big BIG sister to you, one to always go to if you have problems but never one to go if you have not problems as she will just tell you to kill them. “The best man is a dead man” she tells you.

“If that man thing touches a single hair of their head, I will rip him apart and scatter his body parts like Rosemary!”

Mess with her little Sugar-Plum, she’ll mess with your face.

Calls you lots of cute little nicknames that are elegant. (Ex; Sugar-Plum, Honey-Bun, Little one, etc etc)

You like to call her “Dimi” and “Lady” and sometimes “Ali” if you’re feeling upset. Her daughters have grown to calling her these nicknames as well which means she heard all these nicknames for herself and she thinks it’s adorable that you and her daughters bounce off of each other.

-Salvatore Moreau-

Moreau was more than ecstatic to find out that there would be another lord added to their family.

He was happy to know he would have another sibling added to the mix.

He didn’t really care that you turned out to be a child, he was an instant fan of you.

He was very scared that you would be frightened or even disgusted by his form but he was so happy when you told him how cool he looked.

He was slow to show you his place, knowing how dangerous and easy it was to get lost in.

When he finally showed you; you were more than happy to look around and see the place. He even showed you himself as a fish which you thought was super cool.

He was more than happy to help you move into your own estate in the village whenever you simply said that you had a lot of stuff.

Moreau is like a younger brother to you, he might be older but he acts so much like a little brother than you are more than willing to call him Lil’ Bro.

“That Ethan better not hurt my little one, he’s no more if he does.”

He, unsurprisingly, calls you a lot of fish nicknames and sometimes kinda disgusting nicknames but you adore it. (Ex; Slime-Ball, Little Carp, Small Trout, etc etc)

You like to call him “Fishy” or “Goopy” and he loves both of them very much and will fight anyone who says otherwise.

>Karl Heisenberg<

Heisenberg is more than unwilling to meet the new lord Miranda had allowed into their “family” and had been another failure for the resurrection for her own daughter but was forced to go.

He didn’t expect you to be so young, let alone so small and innocent looking. He immediately felt the need to save you and hopefully get you away from Mother Miranda before she could damage you.

He doesn’t let it show though, making you think you have to prove yourself to him for him to like you.

You are more than determined to do that which makes him like you even more, pushing you to your limits but always being there when you crash.

He would kill anyone who would try to hurt you, even if it meant any of his machines.

Speaking of his machines, he rarely allows you to wonder his factory because he doesn’t want you to get lost or hurt.

Heisenberg refuses to admit that he sees himself as a big brother to you but the second you call him Big Bro Heisen, his tough exterior with melt away and he will gush over you.... In a manly way, of course

“No I don’t care if Ethan goes after the young lord...” “Ethan shot at them” “He shot at my little Monster!? That son of a bitch is dead when I see him!”

He adores giving you nicknames, not harmful nicknames like the others but actually sweet ones because he refuses to call you a mean name unless someone is trying to accuse him of liking you. (Ex; little Monster, Cute little Machine, Monster Mayham, etc etc)

You call him “Big Bro Heisen” a lot but you’ll sometimes switch to calling him just “Heisen”.

*Donna and Angie Beneviento*

Donna was quite nervous about hearing about the new lord to join their family, hoping that they would be kind and not always at their throats with someone else like Heisenberg and Dimitrescu. Angie on the other hand was more than excited to meet the new member, hoping to be friends with them.

They were both shocked to find out you were a child, so young and sweet looking but a little frightened of Angie. All the terrifying things around you and you found the possessed doll frightening.

You were quick to warm up to Donna since she was nice and calm but it took you a while to warm up to Angie.

When you did warm up to Angie, you were always around her and Donna. Playing with all the dolls in their house and even helping them make new ones.

You’re mostly over the Beneviento residence more than any others because it’s the safest place for a young child to be, mostly because you would stay in one spot to play with Angie and the other dolls.

Donna became almost like a motherly sibling type of attitude towards you since Mother Miranda wasn’t much of a mother. Angie, on the other hand, was more of a playful sister to you. They both loved you none the less.

“Don’t touch my baby doll, Ethan Winters! I’ll kill you if you do!”

Nicknames, they’ve got one. Baby Doll, all the time. They both agree that it’s the best nickname and they love the way you light up when they call you Baby Doll.

You call Donna “Shadow” because of her black clothing and veil. You call Angie “Ann” because she pretends to like it since you were so cute when you came up with it.

[wallflowerimagines]

Can I please get some hcs about Donna trying to court/pine for someone who’s more timid and shy than her, or at least is afraid of Donna bc she’s a Lord and has all these rumors about her (some true some not), and is worried about being killed or worse everytime they’re in the room together

(Oh god, this is such a disaster combo. My poor wife 😭)

Donna Beneviento x VERY Shy! Reader

Donna first notices you from a distance.

You're charming, kind, and so sweet to others! It's obvious that you're very shy, but that doesn't stop you from reaching out a (very gently trembling) hand when someone needs your help.

You're clearly working through some anxieties of your own, and at first Donna finds herself watching you because she relates to your experiences. Unfortunately, you don't have an Angie to help you like she does, so you seem to be even more timid than Donna is.

Eventually, though, Donna starts to fixate on the small gestures that you do.

The way you smile when you think nobody can see you is just heartbreakingly cute, and she wishes you had the courage to smile like that all the time.

Sometimes, you giggle so hard, you shove your face in your hands and try to stifle the noise so it doesn't bother other people.

One time, on a very rare sunny day, you tilted your head up towards the sun, closed your eyes, and simply basked in the warmth. You reminded her so much of the flowers in her garden, that she was immediately hit with the desire to see you relaxed and safe beside her favorite blooms.

What can I say? She just thinks you're neat 💓👉👈

Eventually, she decides it's time to get to know you better!

Angie hypes her up too! Donna should get out there and meet you organically! You and her are so similar it'll be easy to get a conversation started!

AHAHAHA no

Angie's sort of right. You and Donna are very similar. Too similar. Because when Donna gathers enough courage to leave the house to try to meet you in public, she spots you, panics, overthinks her approach, and darts around a corner. She winds up following you around all day, while Angie heckles her to JUST SAY HI ALREADY.

But...uh... here's the thing...

You're shy, but you're not oblivious. Donna Beneviento, the Lady of House Beneviento, one of the Four Lords of the village is stalking you through the streets.

You are ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED.

The word around town is Lady Beneviento tortures her servants. Apparently she makes them suffer through horrifying hallucinations before she rips them limb from limb, stitches their soul back together, and turns them into living dolls?

The minute you realize what's going on, you IMMEDIATELY make your way back home, lock the door, and try your best not to have a panic attack.

This goes on for several weeks. As you slowly leave the house less and less, Donna becomes more and more confused and concerned. Are you sick? Hurt? Is something wrong?

Finally, one day you hear a knock at the door, and open it to find a lonely little doll in a wedding dress standing at your feet.

Ah. So this is how you die.

Angie is here to check in on you! Apparently Lady Beneviento has noticed you aren't feeling well, and wishes you a speedy recovery!

You are speechless. After a minute, you try to say a quick thank you and usher the doll off your porch, but Angie is Not Having It. You are shaking and obviously scared of her, and she's going to do her best to fix it.

Despite her loud, wild personality, Angie can be pretty charming when she wants to be. She continues to offer pleasantries mixed in with remarks about how she (AND DONNA) hope you're doing well, and how she (AND DONNA) want you to know that if there's anything you might need, she (AND DONNA!!!) would be happy to send some staff your way.

That's... Not what you were expecting.

It takes a moment for you to reassess the situation. Donna Beneviento, despite the rumors, has never openly hurt anyone that you know of. And while she very obviously has a living doll--something that you are confused and still a little nervous about--Angie doesn't seem malicious.

And when Angie gives a little goodbye curtsy with stiff joints and a tiny wave as she skips away, you find yourself a lot less scared of veiled Lady in the Manor and her living doll.

The next time Donna spots you around the Village, she's aware that you are frightened of her. After talking with Angie, they've both resolved to try to give you some distance. While Donna is devastated at the thought she might never get to know you like she wanted, she wants you to be comfortable and feel safe.

Maybe one day, you might get to be friends, but it's clearly not in the cards for now.

Just as she is about to walk away, you turn to look at her. There's a split second where you obviously don't know what to do, but then you absolutely stun Donna by just... smiling at her. The same smile you give when you think nobody can see you.

You even pluck up the courage to offer a her small, shaky wave.

Donna waves back, happy beyond belief, while Angie practically screams back her own hello.

(...It's a start 🥰)

[ragingstillness]

Alright y’all did the assignment real fast here I go:

Ethan’s Home for Problematic Bioweapons

*warning, this is probably about half serious dark shit and half crack

So the essential basis of this au is that I want all the Bioweapons from all the RE games to live together in the village and if Capcom can randomly connect the viruses and the mold then so can I.

The story begins with Ethan, having gone through RE7 like normal, holding onto some resentment and suspicion regarding how Mia was involved. Eventually he finds some of her notes on how she plans to experiment on Rose when Rose is a little bit older and Ethan is horrified.

He’s so alarmed that he only waits a day or so, packs up the survival kit he’s been carrying with him everywhere (whether that’s just PTSD from RE7 or whether he’s a Raccoon City survivor I haven’t decided), slots Rose into a baby carrier, and runs out of the house into the middle of a brisk Romanian winter. Needless to say Ethan did not think this through.

Cold, but still terrified, Ethan comes upon one of the village gates. Adrenaline helps him clamber over it. He sees that most of the houses appear to be abandoned and there are suspicious sounds coming from all around him, like growls. But off in the distance he can see smoke.

Ethan picks his way through the snow, trying to get closer, and finds himself in front of (what he thinks is) an abandoned factory. He crawls through the first window he can find and tumbles inside, slamming it shut behind him. Now he has shelter and some moderate warmth but he also has soldats, which converge on the intruder and attack as they were programmed to.

Ethan manages to both fight and run, getting very turned around, and ends up running headlong into Heisenberg. Heisenberg is amazed that Ethan has survived this long so he calls the soldats off, leading Ethan to his office and giving him some food and water for himself and Rose.

While Ethan isn’t paying too much attention, Heisenberg snags a sample of his blood from one of Ethan’s scrapes. He tests it and figures out that Ethan has an unbelievable amount of mold in his system. He makes the same offer he makes in the game, asking for Ethan’s help to take down Miranda. As Heisenberg doesn’t know about Rose as Miranda hasn’t gone after her yet, he only makes this offer to Ethan.

Ethan asks some questions then agrees on the condition that Rose be kept away from the fighting and somewhere safe. Heisenberg interprets that as handing Rose over to Donna and telling Donna to protect her with her life.

Ethan, none the wiser about his daughter’s new location, goes into battle with Heisenberg. Miranda still rips his heart out, and he again has a vision of Eveline but this time finding out he’s made of mold isn’t a shock because Heisenberg already told him. Instead he uses the time to get some information on the mutamycete out of Eveline, before he regenerates to fight Miranda again.

Miranda calls upon Alcina’s help to squash this rebellion and mainly to distract Heisenberg but she makes one mistake. She demands that Alcina bring her daughters. Alcina cannot, of course, bring her daughters because it is the middle of winter and her daughters will die. This is the final nail in the coffin and Alcina realizes how little Miranda thinks of her. So she does show up, but to fight against Miranda. Between the three of them, they win.

Heisenberg and Alcina go off to discuss logistics afterwards and how to tell Moreau about Miranda’s death, leaving Ethan to fetch Rose from Donna. Unfortunately Donna had very little faith in them winning and assumes whoever enters the house next will be Miranda coming to kill her. Ethan gets a sort of impromptu chance to run through the House Beneviento level from the game but on Village of Shadows difficulty. Luckily Donna recognizes who Ethan is in time to stop him and Angie from killing each other.

Ethan, shaken, takes his daughter to meet back up with Heisenberg and Alcina. He tracks Alcina’a giant footprints back to the castle. Having learned nothing, he walks right on in. Admittedly, what happens next is sort of Alcina’s fault too, as she didn’t tell her daughters about Ethan. Again the fight is stopped just in time to avoid death.

Alcina was injured in the battle so she takes the time to deal with her wounds. Karl takes Rose from a reluctant Ethan, promising to settle her into the factory and to let all the lycans smell her so they will recognize her as Pack and will protect her.

Ethan wanders off to find a quiet spot to break down and ends up at the reservoir. He mutters about the situation to himself and ends up catching the ear of Moreau, who flips his shit upon hearing Miranda is dead. I’m sure you can all see what I’m doing here, changing the circumstances and the order of events but still making Ethan go through each level of RE8.

Moreau shrinks instead of exploding at the end of the battle and breaks down, Ethan awkwardly trying to explain to him what an abusive parent-child relationship is.

Ok, so that covers RE8 and some of RE7. Let’s skip to the rest of RE7:

When Ethan finishes talking to Moreau, he finally gets an actual peaceful moment to himself. He takes the time to think things through, he’s had to deal with a lot in the past few days. His mind wanders back to Eveline, and what she said about the mutamycete being a shared consciousness. He also thinks about what Heisenberg said about Miranda’s plan to summon someone who died from the mutamycete’s shared consciousness. Those two thoughts coinciding and Ethan’s own high affinity to the mold leads him to accidentally resurrect Eveline, right into his lap. There is a lot of screaming.

When everyone has calmed down, Ethan realizes that if he can resurrect Eveline, he can resurrect the Bakers too. So he does. He invites them to return home and try to seek normal lives even as Heisenberg warns that they still have a mold contagion in their blood. Instead they decide to stay in the village. Ethan finds himself accidentally thrust into a leadership position as the strongest and the person with the most information about the outside world. The Lords and Eveline have all been very isolated. Through researching Miranda’s papers and getting information from the Lords themselves, and some creative computer hacking by Lucas, Ethan puts all the pieces together. He’s appalled at Eveline’s treatment and at Mia’s involvement. It’s the beginning of Ethan ceasing to see himself as human.

Onto the rest of the Resident Evil universe at large:

Ethan begins to wonder about the other victims of the mold or the viruses. Those changed by Tricell or Blue Umbrella or the Connections or even who might be being experimented on by the BSAA. He becomes determined to rescue them.

Ethan discovers that anyone who has died and done so while infected by the mold can be resurrected by the mutamycete and anyone who is infected with the mold and alive can be the person to facilitate that resurrection. Ethan gives the Lords the duty of resurrecting all the townsfolk (because you don’t live next to the heart of the mutamycete for generations and not end up a little infected) in an effort to rebuild trust between them. Meanwhile, Ethan begins to draft a master plan.

Ethan’s plan is as follows: to rescue as many unwilling Bioweapons as he can (i.e. those who were turned against their will or didn’t know what exactly they were getting into) and bring them back to the village. He finds out by accident that the properties of the mold and the viruses are similar enough for the mold to be used to make cures for the viruses. But not the other way around. To do that, they need resources and rare elements that are kept under strict control by governments and the BSAA.

The only way Ethan is getting those resources is through diplomacy, he’d lose too many lives trying to break into their facilities. And the only way to make that diplomacy work is to have political capital, to have something the governments want enough that they’d give it to him. Cures for the viruses sound like a pretty good trade. So Ethan gets to work, reviving the village into a thriving semi-immortal mold people village and puts all their focus into researching cures for the viruses and rescuing other BOWs from the rest of the world.

Here is where the second piece of the story comes in, and it starts with the end of RE6:

It turns out that Simmons managed to get his hands on some of the same samples of the mold that Spencer got from Miranda. Thus, his victims, Piers and Deborah, are both technically mold people. Mold people, as it turns out, give off different readings from those infected with the virus when the scan is not blood-based. The readings are just different enough for Ethan and Moreau to track Piers down and rescue him before he drowns beneath the giant BOW. Chris is heartbroken at the loss of yet another good teammate (and maybe a potential boyfriend idk what ships I want in this) so after many sleepless nights of feeling like Piers is still alive, he demands the BSAA go looking for any sign of him.

Once again, the readings for infected people are different from those of mold people but not entirely different so while it takes a bit and they can’t guarantee that whoever they’re tracking really is Piers, the BSAA does indeed perk up quite a bit to see so many odd, virus-adjacent readings coming from a rural village in Romania that is officially classified as an abandoned radioactive site.

Now there’s a ticking clock for Ethan to get his political capital, Chris to find them, Mia and Wesker to wreck some shit (because I’ve decided that Wesker is part mold too because he was such a successful experiment by Spencer and therefore eventually re-forms after falling into the volcano. Hey if Ethan can survive what he survives then so can Wesker), and for the whole world to come to terms with a bioweapon community that wants to be left in peace to live apart from the humans that have treated them so poorly.

So yeah, there, that’s most of the giant au. There are more specifics and characters I’ve worked out to make everything make sense but if I had to sum all of it up I’d just say:

tl;dr Ethan creates a found family out of the Bioweapons from RE8 and RE7, then decides to challenge the whole world on the political stage to let his bioweapon community live in peace in the village from RE8.

Also for an idea this big and this fleshed out I am claiming it as intellectual property, please ask if you want to include any part of it in your own au. The general concept is fine but anything more specific please ask me first. Thanks.

[silentcrowsilentravens]

okay but now i want to know more about your swap au. Especially what the daughters are like if they're moreaus instead of dimitrescu

Here, have some more tidbits.

Original post.

Bella, Cassandre, and Daniella Moreau:

Okay. So. The idea is that their clothes and most of their other things came from the flooded fishing village in Salvatore's reservoir, so most of it is old fishing gear. 

You think the Dimitrescu daughters are messy walking around with dried blood on their faces and runny makeup? The Moreau daughters care even less. Their clothes are slightly shredded, covered in blood, dirt, grass stains, etc. They don't give a damn.

They all use different weapons. Cass uses a bow, Daniella has a fishing knife, and Belle uses a spear.

They aren't made of blowflies. They're made of birds. Crows, to be specific.

They don't mind using fish for food, but they prefer villagers.

They spend about 80% of their time outside and the other 20% down in the mines. The cold doesn't bother them too much.

Like normal crows, they love water! But also like normal crows, they'll start sinking if too much of their bodies are submerged for too long. Their waterlogged feathers just... drag them right under.

Donna Beneviento

It’s difficult for her to keep her extra limbs still. They twitch a lot. Since they also end in sharp spikes, you might want to watch yourself.  Sometimes Donna accidentally pricks herself with them and it hurts. 

She physically can’t sleep any way but on her front.

The vision in her extra eyes is kind of awful. Everything is blurry unless it’s two feet away from her face. 

There are so many fucking cobwebs in Donna’s house. Walk through one and you’ll come out looking like a sheet ghost. 

When Donna puppeteers Angie, she only uses her to gesture and mime things. Pay no attention to Donna herself. Pretend she’s not even there! ...Please. 

If she’s comfortable around someone, Donna will hum or make other little noises in response to things, but she’s still very unlikely to speak. 

Salvatore Moreau

Likes to make jewelry and weapons for his daughters out of shiny things he finds, bones, etc.

His tentacles have suckers on the ends. Like the feeding tentacles of a squid.

Can't produce those enzyme-wall things.

Smokes a pipe. He whittled it himself.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is unbearably smug about being Miranda’s favorite. You can just feel it oozing off of her when she gets her way during Lords meetings and stuff. 

Started drinking blood in a “why not give it a try? >: )” moment. She needed to do something with all the blood she keep ripping out of maidens. Her mutations do make her more inclined to the taste, but she doesn’t need to drink it. The Cadou nullified her porphyria. 

Alci’s the shortest of the four Lords, even in the big ass high heels she likes to wear. She is taller than Miranda, though. 

Can only manipulate the blood of others while making physical contact with them. If she wants to rip every last drop out of a person on the other side of the room, she has to call them over first. 

Throughout Castle Dimitrescu, maids know that if the Lady removes a glove and goes to place a hand on your shoulder... you’re screwed. 

Karl Heisenberg 

Karl’s Soldats are almost entirely machine parts, sans the portions of his Cadou he’s split among them. 

He has no mutated form. 

His hair is almost always a little bit staticky. 

Almost always has his upper body tilted slightly to the right. The growths caused by his Cadou are heavy.

He has what looks like lightning scars on his hands and feet.

[simplysable]

I would like to make a request. How the lords would react if they kill their significant other by accident?

(they bring them back at the end of the Day, dont worry)

Have a nice Dayor Night!

:0 you NAUGHTY wackus bonkus! Major character death? Angst? Oh fuck yeah you asked the right person bb

How the Resident Evil Lords Would React to Accidentally Killing Their S/O (And Brings Them Back)💀

Alcina Dimitrescu

TW- mention of getting chopped in half like Darth Maul, but nothing graphic, no worries

She was furious.

Mother Miranda took that fool’s side on yet another argument, and she was brushed aside

She had good ideas! She wanted to help in any way she could! Why couldn’t Mother Miranda see that?

You had accompanied her on this meeting, as Mother Miranda liked you and found you interesting

To snare the heart of the heartless? And to be smart on top of it? You were welcome to come to the meetings

You were leaving with Alcina, giving her some space when Karl came up next to you and wrapped a hand around your waist

(You weren’t thrown off by this, Karl was actually very physically affectionate!)

“I knew Mother Miranda made the right decision. I wouldn’t trust a tall vampire bitch either!”

That was enough for her

She growled, took out her claws, and swung at Heisenberg’s middle

But she didn’t know you were right next to him

She thought you were talking with Salvatore like you normally did

She sliced you clean in half, terror in her eyes as she watched you collapse to the ground

The roar she let out shook the mountains

She was beside herself, not even threats from Mother Miranda could calm her

“I’m bringing them back, I will!”

She pulled herself (and you lol) together enough to go to her basement and dig up some old books of hers

After a long, tense procedure, she waited at your bedside, your skin now unnaturally pale and your breathing extremely shallow

She was crying, holding your hand and muttering “please work, please, please”

Alcina didn’t know what to do if you were gone, you were the light of her life- what kept her going

You stirred, shocking her as you coughed up a fly

You looked at her, and looked at the scar wrapping around your middle

Alcina burst into tears

“My dear, I’m sorry, my anger got the better of me and I acted without looking or thinking! I hurt you, I killed you, and I brought you back as well as I could. I’m so sorry, my love, I’m so sorry!”

You coughed again, and another fly left your mouth

“Am I like the girls now?”

Alcina nodded silently

“…cool.”

Oh thank god, you were just fine

“I know this will take some getting used to, but I can’t live without you, I can’t!”

You held her hand, smiling

“It’s okay, I understand. There’s nothing to worry about, I’m back and I’m here to stay. Can you teach me how to fly?”

Donna Beneviento

TW- you fall off a cliff

Oh this was all her fault

This was all her fault

She was testing her hallucinations, making her pollens stronger because of the man-thing Mother talked about

She thought she closed the doors to her workspace, she did!

She didn’t

Her pollen was in your lungs, in your mind, intoxicating you

What you saw, you ran from it

You ran, and you looked back at the monster chasing you, and it had three sets of large, black wings and a bronze halo

Looking back at it, at her, the source of your friend’s misery, you fell

Right off the edge of the cliff that Donna’s manor was perched on

When Donna found you, maybe days later, she was silent

She stayed silent as she crashed down next to you, as she hit the ground, as she cried

She ripped her veil off and put it over your face, blocking your blank stare

She brought you inside and put you on her bed, and she just… stayed

Donna was by your side for days, weeping and staring silently as she rubbed your hand

Angie was there too, quiet, for once, as they grieved

…Angie

If Donna could put a part of her in a doll, then surely she could put a part of you in a doll, too!

You didn’t have a cadou, but she could manage

She brought you down to her lab, using her pollens and intricate procedures to extract your soul and put it into a doll of your exact likeness

It was scary to her, seeing you silent and still, carved by her own hand

Your wooden eyes clanked open, and you looked at Donna happily

When you talked, your mouth moved like Angie’s, but your voice stayed the same

“Donna, what happened? The last thing I remember is Miranda chasing me.”

That’s what you saw?

“My love, because of my hallucinations, you ran away from the house and fell off the cliff. I had to bring you back, I had to! I’m so sorry, please forgive me!”

You, still testing out your beautiful oak limbs, reached out to Donna and smiled

“If I’m a doll, then we can be together forever, right?”

Salvatore Moreau

TW- mentions of vomit, but nothing graphic because no thank you

Oh he didn’t know what to do

He was in his mutated form, and you came up behind him, a small meal in your hands

“Sal, do you want to talk about it?”

He whirled around, anger in his eyes

“No! Please give me some space!”

While he turned around, he slapped you with his long tail, sending you flying into the mountainside

You hit the rock with a dull thud, and fell into the ground, lifeless

“Dear?”

He looked for you, behind him, ready to apologize, but he just saw you, tens of feet away, dead

“My dear! Y/N! Oh no, no, no, this can’t be happening!”

Salvatore scooped you up gently and caressed your blank face

He doesn’t waste any time in trying to help you

He can grieve if this doesn’t work

Salvatore runs through the village in his monster form, uncaring that everybody is staring in horror

He runs to the church where Mother Miranda is waiting to hold a meeting, and he grovels at her feat

“Mother, please, Mother! Please bring them back, please! I’ll do anything, anything!”

Miranda had no desire to help Salvatore or you, but if she did, she would gain even more worship from the village and Salvatore

Plus she thought you were funny, and she liked that you were the only one brave enough to poke fun at her in good fun

“..fine. Bring them here.”

Salvatore was beside himself while Miranda put a cadou in you

He was crying, sobbing, retching, yelling, all in remorse because of what he did

It was his fault! It was an accident!

After hours and hours of crying, Miranda led him into her lab and brought him to the table

“Oh thank you Mother, thank you so much. I’ll worship you, you’re the greatest, Mother!”

She just left him alone with you

You, who now had gills and webbed fingers, who’s back was now just a bit more hunched than before

You smelled like he did, he could tell

“Uh, Sal, what happened?”

Your voice was like his! Oh no, oh no no no!

“My love, I’m so sorry! I hit you with my tail, and you died after you hit the rock! Mother put a cadou and you, and she made you suffer like me!”

He cried as you turned over and retched, a familiar green sludge coming out of your mouth

“Is this what you have to deal with every day? Oh Sal, it was an accident.”

How could you forgive him so easily? He was practically dying inside because of what he did to you

“Salvatore, listen to me. It was an accident. We can be together now, and you can tell me how to worship Mother like you do! I have so much to thank her for, show me how to say thank you!”

God, you really were just like him now

“Of course, my love. I’ll show you how to massage your back, as well.”

Karl Heisenberg

TW- a VERY brief mention of suicidal thoughts in the first bullet point, but nothing graphic, also mentions of blood and being skewered to a wall (again, not graphic <3)

Welp. Guess he may as well call it quits-

No, actually, you would kill him yourself if he didn’t already kill you already

He was just so angry, and you were just trying to help! But he had to go and screw that up, too

So now he had to look at you, tear stains on your cheeks as you were pinned to the wall with metal

Metal that he flung at you

He didn’t bother to clean up the blood, that would just make him look at what he did to you

He just looked at you for a couple hours, maybe days

He just… didn’t know what to do

He wandered around the factory, Sturm by his side all the while

Karl found himself at the Duke’s, who was, in all honesty, annoyed

“Heisenberg, is that not an army of the undead behind you?”

….OH

“Thanks Duke, you’re the best!”

“I know.”

Heisenberg stayed up for days trying to figure out how to bring you back without making you a mindless soldier

He did kidnap some of the villagers to test it on, but you didn’t need to know that

He had it down perfectly

He worked on you

He waited

He cried when you woke up, looking perfectly yourself, only with some new metal parts here and there

Karl Heisenberg didn’t let you go

Hope you liked this!! I feel like I did how they brought you back more than the reactions, but hey, I still liked how it came out. Request more things, if you will!