SECOND LORD.

I'VE  BEEN  WAITING  FOR  SO  LONG  ...  !

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                        VERY PRIVATE, VERY SELECTIVE, CANON DIVERGENT, 18+

                         DASH ONLY ANGIE BENEVIENTO FROM RESIDENT EVIL 8

CAUTION.   do not go further if you are uncomfortable with or triggered by the following content:   DOLLS / MANNEQUINS, CULT / HEAVILY RELIGIOUS ELEMENTS, PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR ELEMENTS, HALLUCINOGENICS, DRUGS / DRUGGING, INSECTS, OTHER COMMON HORROR ELEMENTS.

                       written by donna    —     20, any pronouns    —     updated 6.13.21

         follows from  &  rules found on @caliphor​   —   more info found under read more

most of my rules are over on caliphor, i'd check those out first especially if you don't follow my main i won't.... follow you back im sorry it just gets confusing SDFKJFH this is a sideblog so. here's the important differences between my daniela blog and this one.

first thing, yes this is a donna beneviento blog i just HAD to take the chance to say this is an angie blog written by donna. you will mostly see me writing as "angie" on here because i treat angie as donna's truest self. donna herself will rarely speak to your muse directly without a looot of plotting. also, i'm andy but i guess if you want to call me donna i won't be mad i signed myself up for it when i made the joke LOL

this is on my daniela blog as well but DOOO not woobify miss donna beneviento. she has a tragic backstory and a long history of severe mental illness but it does not excuse her actions throughout the course of resident evil: village. in my opinion she's the scariest part of the whole game because of how genuinely disturbing the psychological horror elements are throughout her criminally short part. i will be developing her and delving into her past, but i will not skimp on the horror elements that make up her character. in fact, it's more likely that i will focus on it more due to the fact that she's so under appreciated and underutilized by both capcom and the fandom.

i do not ship any of the lords or daughters together whatsoever. i will be very frequently interacting with @cericata​, scoob’s bela, but we do NOT ship beladonna. 

on that same note, if you're here to ship please turn right around because the chances of convincing me to even be interested in it for donna are... minimal. this blog is more to develop donna's character through headcanons and prompts and maybe a few threads here n there instead of being a full fledged project like my main blogs. thats the biggest reason why i made her a private little side blog. i do see her as a lesbian, if that's what you want to know LOL

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I'LL TELL YOU WHEN YOU GET YOUR SOFT, ITALICIZED, "OH."

    the unrelated moment.

you tend to be more preoccupied with practical things, to the point where you've been blinded to matters of the heart. sure, you're close with this person. you leave realization no choice but to sneak up on you. they're not even in the room when it happens. someone or something else spells it out for you, an observant friend's passing comment or a particular sentence you were reading in a book, and suddenly it hits you, what it all means. the person your feelings have been building themselves around. Oh. it's them. it's time. it's them and you, here and now, and you have to decide what to do at this crossroads. 

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Auguste Toulmouche, Consolation (1867)

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@mewsry​

     “   GET OUT OF MY HOUSE,  UGLY!   “

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welcome to victorious

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the burning god -  r.f kuang   sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :   ptsd ,  addiction , death , murder , nsfw  , language 

‘do you think I’d ever let anything happen to you?’

‘you’re terrified. that’s why you’re fidgeting. you’re scared.’

‘soldiers are worth more than civilians, it’s just math.’

‘don’t cut off the head of the snake if you can tame it.’

‘none of this— our villages, our people, our freedom— will survive under their intended world order’

‘i’m the least terrible option you’ve got.’

‘I don’t mean to call you stupid, because I love you, but that plan is so stupid.’

‘i’m not sorry for this. you shouldn’t have gotten in my way.’

‘that wasn’t an insult. just being frank.’

‘they’re bullies. weakness is what they want to see.’

‘bad moral is a big weapon. don’t underestimate it.’

‘i’ve gotten you this far. trust me just a little longer.’

‘i’m not crazy right? this is clearly a trap?’

‘how do you think history will judge me if I throw away it’s fate for one person?’

‘it felt like you’d put the universe back in place. like you were balancing the scales. didn’t it?’

‘you don’t fix hurts by pretending they never happened. you treat them like infected wounds and then, maybe, you have a chance to heal.’

‘it’s not justice, it’s chaos.’

‘this is a revolution. it’s not a fucking tea party.’

‘cut me a fucking break. i’ve been fleeing for my life.’

‘I shouldn’t have counted on his virtue. but he didn’t count on my survival.’

‘they’re never gone. do you understand? they still come for you in your sleep. only this time they’re dream-wraiths, not real, and there’s no escape from them because they’re living in your own mind.’

‘your pain will always be mine.’

‘i’m not living my whole life like a beast on a leash.’

‘I should kill you. why can’t I kill you?’

‘you don’t behave rationally around her, you never do.’

‘’all right’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you.’

‘I used to hate myself for living, too. I didn’t think it was fair that I’d survived. that others had died in my place.’

‘it’s not fair. I should be in the ground with them.’

‘it doesn’t go away. It never will. but when it hurts, lean into it.’

‘this life you’ve chosen, you won’t get many moments like this again. but it’s the nights like this that keep you alive.’

‘give up, darling. trust me, this is easier. this is so much easier.’

‘you know, I think I’ve figured out where you get all that self - righteousness.’

‘their blood is on you. you killed them.’

‘I hate you. I wish we were all dead.’

‘do you think he loved you? do you think he ever loved you?’

‘this story will end. the way it was always meant to.’

‘I just want to sit for a second. in peace. can I do that?’

‘I don’t know, I thought maybe— maybe they’d realize that they need me.’

‘you are so bad at this. it’s cute.’

‘people are attracted to power, darling. they can’t help themselves. power seduces. exert it, make a show of it, and they’ll follow you.’

‘I killed him. and I don’t feel bad about it.’

‘stop pretending to care about ethics, it’s embarrassing.’

‘at some point, you’ll have to convince yourself that you’re above right and wrong. morality doesn’t apply to you.’

‘fear turns into despair, despair to panic, and then panic into utter submission. it’s incredible, the power of psychological warfare.’

‘knowing what I’ve done? yes, it hurts. unlike anything you could ever imagine.’

‘they want to erase us. they want to make us better, to improve us, by turning us into a mirror of themselves.’

‘any culture or state that diverges is necessarily inferior. we are inferior, until we speak, dress, act, and worship just like them.’

‘people pay you less attention when you don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake.’

‘i’m just telling you what’s right in front of you. you know I’m right.’

‘you seem to have mistaken me for a dullard.’

‘it’s a tragedy we’re on different sides. you know that. we would have been so good united.’

‘he’s tried a million different things to break me. but he should have remembered he never figured out how.’

‘lost my mind for a bit. just starting to get it back now.’

‘you think we should just surrender. that we’d be better off under their rule.’

‘that’s the implication of your logic. and I won’t accept that. I can’t.’

‘i’m sure you said whatever you needed to to get them off your back. I don’t care about that.’

‘everything you do convinces them you should not exist.’

‘I did what I had to do to give him the only chance at peace he’d ever get.’

‘you are the worst thing to happen to this country. these people deserve better than you.’

‘you were only ever fighting to survive. I was fighting to win.’

‘we don’t need peace right now. we need blood.’

‘I don’t know what’s insane anymore. I just hope you know what you’re doing.’

‘there is no turning back. i’ve waited too long for this.’

‘I can’t take that from him. not even if he’s happier like this.’

‘there’s more, there’s something you’re not telling me, I deserve to know.’

‘let go of the man you remember. you’re never going to get him back.’

‘in times like these, you can’t let sleeping threats lie.’

‘if we ever feared him, it was because he was great, and great rulers always inspire fear in the hearts of the weak.’

‘you don’t get to forget. whatever you did, you don’t deserve to forget.’

‘she’s not a person anymore. she’s rage.’

‘it’s not just about the enemy. it’s about what the world looks like after.’

‘you’re trying to protect your people. I understand that. but I’m trying to protect mine.’

‘i’m not crawling into oblivion with a whimper, and you should have known that before you came here.’

‘I don’t care what else happens up there. but you come back to me.’

‘what’s this? finally developing a conscience?’

‘I know what you did. I know everything. and I don’t care. the past doesn’t matter. ____ is in danger now, and I need you.’

‘nature can’t be altered. only held at bay.’

‘don’t take on the burden of an entire nation. it’s too heavy. and you aren’t strong enough.’

‘you should know by now that when you leave your enemies alive, wars don’t end.’

‘she told me I’ll never be afraid again.’

‘that’s power. and you’re not giving that up. I know you. you’re me.’

‘I know how humiliation feels. keep your secrets if you want. but there’s nothing you can say that will make me think any less of you.’

‘i’m not going to survive this war.’

‘do you want me to say I’m sorry?’

‘what did I tell you? you were never meant to serve.’

‘if you try that shit, I will kill you.’

‘good luck. don’t do anything stupid.’

‘keep down. and when you get the chance, run.’

‘you never want to hurt them. but you have to. you have to put them through hell, because that’s the only way anyone else will survive.’

‘I would have spared them if I could have.’

‘I wasn’t a person to you, I was a weapon, and you needed me to work.’

‘it’ll never stop hurting.’

‘you love them like your own family, and a knife twists in your heart every time you watch one of them die.’

‘see this through to the end. that’s the least you own to the dead.’

‘I wish things had been different.’

‘I so hate when you’re right.’

‘you kill me and you accomplish nothing. your world as you know it will end.’

‘i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that.’

‘why does everyone think this war is over. am I the only one with eyes?’

‘it’s hard to prioritize the enemy that you can’t see.’

‘don’t call me crazy.’

‘you are being crazy. you’re acting like a fucking maniac. shut up for a moment and face the fucking facts.’

‘they can’t do this to me. I was supposed to win.’

‘we built an entire nation. we don’t have to let it collapse.’

‘what he wants is what we all want, which is to stop killing our own people.’

‘we’re about to have the world we fought for. can’t you see it? it’s so close, it’s just over the horizon.’

‘you can come back. I’ll bring you back. we’re in this together.’

‘we’re trying to broker a peace here. let’s not start off with death threats, shall we?’

‘i’m just trying to make this less painful for everyone involved.’

‘you can’t do this for me. I won’t let you.’

‘it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing I could do.’

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The Woman Who Invented Love, 1979, Jean Garret

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VINDICTIVE SUGGESTIONS

starters  /  memes taken from the blog  vindictive-suggestion .  feel free to change pronouns  &  nouns as necessary .

“ wash your mouth out with holy water ” “ maybe you can pretend to be holy ” “ i’m terrified of becoming the monster i sought to destroy ” “ the voices in my head tell me to run ” “ they tell me i don’t belong ” “ become the monster they expect you to be ” “ when was the last time anyone came to rescue you ” “ will they sing my hymns long after i’m gone ” “ regicide has always had such a nice ring to it ” “ everyone dies in the end ” “ do you feel closer to god yet ” “ meet every sunrise with a middle finger salute ” “ life’s too short to give a fuck ” “ if my life isn’t constantly at stake, then what’s the point ” “ who said i’m going to die ” “ strength has nothing to do with fearlessness ” “ do not die quietly ” “ the wolf in you demands blood ” “ i’ve learned to bare my teeth and bite back ” “ the gods have abandoned you ” “ i have no story ” “ you deserve no softness ” “ i regret and mourn but is that not enough ” “ do you regret what you did to get here ” “ the burning in your chest demands blood ” “ will she save you too ” “ does the rain ever stop ” “ you fucking deserve this ” “ your skin tastes sweet and your blood is wine ” “ i condemn you to death ” “ i cast my heart out of bronze ” “ can you tell i did this for you ” “ I’ll save you ” “ what makes you run so far away from home ” “ spell your name with bonfires and riots ” “ history will remember you ” “ maybe you can reconsider that statement ” “ i’m only mortal, no matter how invincible i try to seem ” “ i wasn’t built to last under the weight of the sky ” “ i’m not feeling very divine tonight ” “ take them down with you if you have to ” “ if we must burn , we can burn together ” “ sometimes it’s okay to stop ” “ i’m not meant for anything less than perfection ” “ if you are meant to go to hell , then take the throne ” “ sometimes you won’t get a second chance ” “ revolution is built on blood ”

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I had a really weird dream about re8 getting a dlc that was just a donna walking simulator

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    MUN  VS.  MUSE.

Tagged by: stolen from myself when i stole it from the dash

Tagging: all 2 1/2 of my followers

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☙   ——   unprompted   /   @cericata​​ 

Discomfort was written all over her face as she bent down to speak with the doll before her. All this ruffle and lace was more fit for the inanimate in her opinion, but she supposed in some ways that was perhaps what she was becoming. “Mother, if I may be so bold to request access to the village? The colder days have passed and I find myself restless. Moth-“ the words caught in her throat, “Lady Dimitrescu used to permit my sisters and I to stretch our legs after being confined for so long. May I request the same from you?”

Yellow eyes shifted to the veiled figure, pupils widening to give the young woman a softer, almost puppy dog pleading look. Bela wanted to run into her sisters, she prayed they would also be stalking around because of the warmer weather. Companionship of any sort would do, her attention shifted to the window where the view was minimal but there was slight breeze that moved the forest around them. It could still be cooler, especially if the sun set but perhaps there was still a chance Donna would take pity on her new daughter. Hadn’t she been a good daughter? She had tried so hard to make the puppet master pleased with her, but she was so much more difficult than Alcina. Oh how she longed for those days, she promised if she ever got to return to the castle she’d never take any of those shared moments for granted. A soft purr like hum was rising up in Bela’s throat, it almost sounded childish and docile. Being with the dolls had made her less of a predator, she felt calmer and sleepier, almost as if this whole thing was a dream.

     SCURRY,  SCURRY!   wooden clogs tip tap across old floorboards as angie made her way round  &  round bela’s towering presence.  there was no respect for her personal space whatsoever.  she grabbed at the frilly dress,  deep mahogany silk overlaid upon layers of ruffled tulle,  in order to fix it to her standards.  the petticoat beneath was tugged downwards to better cover her knees,  the tops of her sleeves were puffed outwards,  &  the bow that held parts of her blonde locks was straightened out.  her adjustments were made quickly  &  haphazardly much to bela’s discomfort.

      finally,  after a few more commanded spins,  she was satisfied with the girl’s attire.  angie’s little arms crossed high upon her chest in a moment of sheer pride.  she knew the former dimitrescu would clean up nicely!  now,  bela was cute like the rest of her family.  the doll let out a shrill squeal  &  clapped her hands together before turning to dive head first into a cardboard box.  the items within clanked against each other carelessly for a few drawn out moments before she pulled out something covered  &  rectangular  &  much too large compared to her.  she stumbled with it held high above her head,  rushing to place the object down before bela.

     “   OO  -   OO  —  OOH!   you look soooo much better!  here,  here   —    take a looksie!   “   wooden fingertips gripped the cloth  &  pulled it loose to reveal an old mirror,  dusty  &  unused.  the top of the mirror tipped back to prop against her head.  a discerning silence filled the space between all of them,  causing her to grow impatient.  angie squirmed beneath the weight of the mirror,  squeezing her head over the top to look up at her.   “   helllllooooo?  bug girl!   what  —  is  —  your  —  problem!?   “

      the joints in her neck clicked as her head moved downwards to follow bela’s descent to the ground.  even crouched the way she was,  she was much taller than angie.  her jaw hung open to complain once again about her daughter’s disrespectful silence,  but not a word could come out before a softer voice filled the room.   “   mother,  if i may be so bold to request access to the village   …   “   bela began,  then explained how the first lord would allow them out after the long winter.  

      cat - like eyes flitted to the woman who stood by the window,  folding clothing so quietly she may as well be a part of the scenery.  the acknowledgement of her presence over the chattier dolls gave donna pause.  bitten nails gripped the floral bed sheet she was just beginning to fold   -   being perceived with more than a mere glance was something to get used to in the coming months.  through the mesh of her thick veil she stared straight through bela’s gaze.  then,  she turned to the window.

     THE FOREST SPOKE FOR HER.  the trees rustled with a particularly strong breeze,  more than likely still cold with the final notes of winter.  lower,  the plants of her garden were only just starting to come back to life.  lower still,  the grass below was humid with melted frost.  donna thought to one of the dolls that guarded at the head of her territory.  a chill ran up her spine  &  a quiet purr rumbled behind her.  

      she locked the window.

      a disruptive clatter cut through the tension that was forming.  jointed hands had dropped the mirror with a grunt  &  were now adjusting the white veil upon her head.  “   yooou wanna go out in the cooolldd?   “   angie asked,  sing - song  &  shrill.   “   you can’t stand a few more days in here with our cute friends,  hm!?  well,  too bad!  winter’s not over yet.  we’ll let’cha out when the sun shines and no earlier!   “

      bela’s disappointment was not hidden well,  but hidden it was all the same.  she could respect that she would not speak against her orders.  donna made her way to the sulking girl with quick steps,  the pile of laundry forgotten in her haste.  she stopped just shy of arms length from her,  holding out a book from a nearby shelf.  an old  &  dusty but otherwise well - loved piece of literature that she had not read herself in ages but would serve as a temporary source of entertainment for the poor thing.  further inspection of the summary on the back would reveal that it was a compilation of fantastical fairy tales from around europe.  the lady of the house did not dare utter a word.

      she hoped this would suffice as entertainment until the days became warm.

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     HEADCANONS   —   CHAPTER  I.    the portrait.

      so let’s talk about the portrait of donna and angie that we see hung in the beneviento home.  first, i’d like to begin by pointing out how donna is never seen without her veil until you see the portrait of her, and then when you kill her. in the church portrait she’s in her veil holding angie and during the meeting when you first meet her she’s completely covered. the game consistently makes a point in showing you that she does not show her face, even mentioning the scar she had on her face as a child which then became the spot in which the cadou formed itself onto her. so why did she pose for a painting without her veil, and why is there no indication of a scar or the cadou growth itself when this was clearly painted long after being adopted by miranda? 

      my headcanon for this is that mother miranda made her sit through this portrait painting as a thinly veiled threat. a punishment, even, for not being good enough.

      it was not framed as such - in fact, her mother told her this was a gift. donna was forced to sit before a painter with her face & growth on full display, something she would never ever do under any normal circumstance, all because her mother told her she had to do this for her. this was the holy woman who adopted her, gave her power and land for herself, and a whole new life. she would never say no to her and so she sat there for hours until the painter was finally done. he was not permitted to let her see it until miranda approved of it.

      when miranda came back, she looked over the painting and decided it was perfect. the painter was ushered out, unpaid for his services since it was an honor to do this for mother miranda and the second lord. once the door was shut donna was allowed to see and to her bewilderment, her face was pure of any blemishes. it was like looking into a mirror of a better life where she was almost pretty. and that was exactly what miranda told her she was. pretty. much prettier without that on her face, she implied. perhaps they should hang this in the church alongside the portraits of the other lords, she thought out loud. donna did not dare to question her no matter how much her body begged her to say no.

      miranda left her with this painting as a gift, and you never decline her gifts. donna bowed her head to her and muttered a quiet thank you, low and not under the facade of a doll. when her mother finally left, she took one last look at the painting and covered it with a stained scrap of fabric she had near.  it was brought up stairs, up into the attic, and tucked between two boxes. she has never hung it up in her home. she never will unless she is ordered to. it serves as a horrid reminder of what could have been and what never will be.

[anyasjcy]

Donna & angie beneviento.

[by n_valeri_us]

[cericata]

v; —– OFFKEY. // AU TW; DOLLS / MANNEQUINS, CULT / HEAVILY RELIGIOUS ELEMENTS, PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR ELEMENTS, HALLUCINOGENICS, DRUGS / DRUGGING, INSECTS, MEDICAL PROCEEDURES, CANNIBALISM, MUTILATION, AND OTHER COMMON HORROR THEMES. 

THIS VERSE WILL CONTAIN NO SHIPPING OF BELA/DONNA. There will be NO romance or sexual themes AT all related to this verse.  Read more here.  // @bambolae​

Note: Reminder that everything that happens in this verse is discussed by all parties, as this is not a closed verse if you’re interested in being part of it please feel free to ask but be aware we don’t contain our muses or pull punches. It’s going to be a dark one, this all written for the fun of horror and does not reflect our actual thoughts or opinions on specific subjects. For full transparency many of the things explored and discussed are traumatic ( never assume someone hasn’t had their own trauma and stories even when exploring specific topics in fiction. Some topics may even be personal to the person writing it, be respectful and careful with baseless accusations.) and will be handled with the care and attention that it needs. Thank you for your time now onto the actual fun stuff. 

Synopsis: After a particularly crushing failure Mother Miranda grows more impatient with her eldest child. With the winter months closing in, she chooses a punishment that she is sure will remind Lady Dimitrescu of exactly what is at steak should she continue to fail. Choosing Alcina’s eldest daughter as the sacrifice of her Mother’s blunder, she sends Bela off to live with Donna Beneviento for the winter months with no word of if or when she would be permitted to return. Whispers of making mistakes in entrusting Alcina with three daughters makes their rounds, and perhaps giving her youngest daughter a chance would be the next best move. As the winter months thaw out there is no word on Bela being permitted to return to the castle, and within a few years Donna would rather die than let her. Declawed and defanged, she is no longer a Dimitrescu, not even in name. 

PERSONALITY SHIFT

Bela changes a lot in this AU, with Alcina out of the picture and Donna being basically like talking to a wall, Bela has to discover a lot about herself. At first she reverts back to a predatory animalistic state, extremely feral and dangerous. However, due to the plants and Donna’s constant sedation, she begins to rediscover pieces of her humanity. The dreams are fragments of memories long lost, these start to piece back together the woman she once was. Donna also takes great care in getting rid of anything dangerous, it starts small and builds over the years (from her prideful claws to her powerful fangs they all have to go eventually so she can be Donna’s ideal daughter), constantly filling Bela’s head with the fact that she’s just a young lady and it’s Donna’s job to protect her. It’s not cute to fight or act like a beast, Alcina maybe allowed that, but she’s not a Dimitrescu anymore so she will behave and act like a proper daughter fit for the Beneviento house. She does develop genuine affection for Donna over this time, Donna does help her with her anxiety and encourages a lot of self expression as long as in the direction of her humanity and not her monster. Not to mention the crippling loneliness would get to anyone. Donna starts to become well respected in the village, becoming a popular house due to Bela going out on Donna’s behalf to bestow gifts and collect offerings. The tales of Dimitrescu castle having three daughters, becomes a forgotten fact as didn’t the story always just include two? 

RELATIONSHIP SHIFTS // BASELINES

- Aunt Alcina: In the first few years of this arrangement Bela misses her Mother terribly. She even sneaks off to the castle multiple times in an attempt to beg her to save her. When nothing can be done after time she eventually starts to see their relationship in a new light. Donna commonly speaks how it is a Mother’s job to protect their children and she spent most of her undead life protecting Alcina. Donna begins to question her older sister’s parenting and convinces Bela that she never loved her and was simply using her as a glorified guard dog, she even treated her like an animal and the second she was gone she replaced her with one of her sisters.  - Daniela: With Daniela forced to step up into Bela’s position, Bela starts to develop resentment for her youngest sister. She can’t believes she would do something like that to her especially since she misses her so bad. Daniela becomes aware of the shifts within her older sister and when she can beat her in a fight due to her physically weakening state she worries her older sister may be in danger and not just being an asshole per usual.  Cassandra: Not much changed between the two, besides Cass maybe being a bit worried about her.  Mother Donna: Now taking the role of her Mother figure Bela loves her dearly but also fears her greatly. She never feared Alcina would harm her, and she knows Donna will never physically harm her but she has seen the horrific power of the second lord first hand now. She fears of disobeying, and she genuinely wants to be a daughter she is proud of. Her feelings are much more complicated, she blames it on the humanity, but knows it’s because she still longs to go home.  Angie: Angie is an extension of Donna and Bela does know that. She treats Angie like she’s her Mother as well which looks absurd considering Bela is 6′2 without heels and could crush her little skull in her jaws in seconds. She still lets Angie scold her and insult her, obeying without too much fuss.  Uncle Karl: Interestingly enough Karl and Bela have more of a relationship in this AU, taking away Bela from Alcina soured Mother Miranda at least to the eldest daughter. Bela knows her new Mother is devout as she’s gaining favor from Miranda now. She commonly turns a blind eye to things she notices within the village and might even drop by for a visit if for no other reason than to get out of that prison more. Karl won’t rat her out for straying off her worshipping and she appreciates that.  Mother Miranda: JAIL FOR MOTHER MIRANDA JAILLL, but no really Bela actually develops a distaste for her in this AU, even though she comes to love Donna she will never forgive her for making Alcina mourn her as a daughter. 

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☙   ——   unprompted   /   @miruyume​

HEY PEEBRAIN YOU TELEPORT?

I THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER ASK!  HERE,  W A T C H  T H I S!!

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donna beneviento’s soda stream