She/Her. 19. Just another Dimitrescu simp...and Donna simp...and Mirand- you know what, I'm sure you get what I mean. I'll write about any of the female characters from RE8.
1. State ONE character you would like me to write about. Again, I’m only going to be writing about the Dimitrescu family, Donna Beneviento, and Mother Miranda.
2. Please add whatever genre you would like-- fluff, angst, etc,. Smut is also fine just as long as there isn’t any too inappropriate themes. We stan consent in this blog!
3. Give me a plot, a specific scene that you wish to be in your request.
4. Do keep in mind that I cannot force creative flow, I might finish some requests faster than others because of this.
5. Anons are allowed btw, not sure why they wouldn’t be.
very specific tag game: if you are from the US and can drive, pls reblog and say where you’re from and what you call it when someone sorta pauses at a stop sign without fully stopping all the way
I didn’t wanna be the person, who dragged an individual relentlessly, but circumstances change. And sometimes people, don’t know when to stop.
I do not take this lightly, concerns have been raised, and i have never once ever done this before because i have never had a reason to do so.
Now I do.
So.
Dear @doomslayer81
This is for you.
…
First! I am going to put a series of tags of people who are alright with their identity being shared. Some stories have anon tellers simply because they don’t want to deal with the backlash. That is completely up to them of course.
@donnabenevientosimpingzone
@spacehumanwrites
@katsafaria
@sapphic-alcina-dimitrescu
Most people wished to remain anonymous.
Now, this is a callout post. Doomslayer81 has a infamous past of harassment, inappropriate interruptions of a variety of posts, a few suggestive comments, and a pattern of begging for forgiveness and repeating their mistakes.
Anonymous Quote
“Man’s delusional, literally delusional. You could tell him to leave you alone and he’d still come crashing. He has no sense of boundaries, he doesn’t know when he needs to stop, and he refuses to listen to anyone.
If you see this, motherfucker, let me make this clear. We want nothing, absolutely nothing to do with you. Get it through your fucking head. I am sick of seeing you harass everyone, and there are plenty of others who share my sentiment. As you are now, you are a thorn on everyone’s right asscheek, one that refuses to let go.
I say this as politely as possible, just stop. We will not forgive you or give you a second chance, this is our verdict, kindly fuck off.”
This anon has beared witness to multiple harassment fiasco’s with doomslayer81, and has multiple friends who’ve been “targeted” by the blog
Greetings! Main Account for donnabenevientosimpingzone here! I know I’ve already told you through DMs that you’re such a lovely person and I appreciate you, but I just HAVE to repeat it: you’re wonderful and I see you<3
True to my side blog- I’m a hardcore Donna simp. 2 and 5 feel like they could go together really well for the fluffy prompts- I hope you don’t mind me asking for two! Much love and thanks!
You are also a lovely person and I appreciate you as well! <3
And I don’t mind that you ask me for two. This is long overdue, hope you enjoy!
“I love how you look in my shirt.”
“You’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired.”
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You grumble as you ungraciously slip into the comfortable king size bed, exhaustion seeping through your bones.
You face plant into your cool pillow and throw the blankets over your body, a small sigh of relief escaping you as your tense shoulders relaxed.
“Cara mia?” You pick your head up at your lover’s soft call.
Donna stood at the doorway of your shared bedroom, her bare face exposed as her veil was nowhere to be seen. She was smiling bashfully at you, a subtle pink hue on her cheeks. Her hair was up in a loose bun that made her look all the more adorable.
You sent her a tired smile, “Good evening, my love.”
Your eyes took in her lithe form in appreciation, widening in pleasant surprise when you caught sight of what she was wearing, “I love how you look in my shirt.”
You were a fan of baggy white t-shirts that looked big on you but seeing Donna wear it, it was as if she was wearing a short dress. The shirt went down to her thighs, her creamy legs on display.
The blush on her cheeks burned a brighter color at the compliment as she bit her lip, fully entering the room and walking over to the other side of the bed.
You watched her with a warm smile on your face as she joined you under the covers. The doll maker immediately cuddled into you, laying her head on your chest, right above your heart. A small sigh of comfort leaving her as she nuzzled into you, her left hand circling around your stomach.
Lifting your hand, you gently ran your fingers through her hair, undoing her bun so she could sleep more comfortably.
“You really do look amazing in my shirt,” You can’t help but murmur once again as you smooth out her hair.
Donna stayed quiet for several seconds until she lifted her head slightly to lock eyes with you and mutter, “You took longer than usual to come back home today, and I missed you so I put on your shirt…It makes me feel safe.”
You melted at how softly she looked at you and her response, so many emotions in her eye. Cooing gently, your right hand traveled from her hair to delicately cup the side of her face, your thumb massaging her cheek.
She automatically leaned into your touch, her eye slipping closed as a small yawn escaped her.
Donna mentioned yesterday that she was going to have a meeting today with her family, and that she needed to plant some more flowers. So, it’s safe to say that she had an eventful day. You wanted to ask how everything went but she seemed drowsy already.
She must be so exhausted.
You chuckled and gently laid her head back down on your chest, moving your fingers back up to run them through her silky hair, “You’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired.”
After finishing your sentence, your own yawn managed to escape you. Donna, who was on the verge on falling asleep, mumbled out, “You are too.”
Her breathing evened out soon after, letting it known that she was already sleeping. If she had looked up after her last statement, she would’ve seen a light blush on your face.
You rubbed your face with your free hand before wrapping it around your lover, keeping her close to you. Your other hand continued to massage her head, weaving through her soft tresses. Leaning down, you pressed a kiss on top of her head before whispering, “Goodnight, my love.”
“If I give you my time and attention, you can depend on me to follow through. I’m not interested in playing games for the sake of my ego or enjoyment. If I show an interest in you, it’s because I’ve sensed an energy between us, and I will make every effort to explore it.”
Let me tell you about a gay woman who’s literally perfect in every way and can talk to dragons and has three buff girlfriends who dote on her in every way and in this universe there is no such thing as rape or torture.
Why?
Because I fucking said so.
That’s literally all it is - what’s the worst that can happen? Edgelord grimbois wont read my story about happy gay women who talk to dragons and dont abuse people?
Oh dear, however shall I cope?
Oh yeaaaah. By writing my little gay happy world into its next season.
Hi!!! How are you? Can I request a lol fluff between Alcina x Reader where the reader just wants to be held like all day? Holding hands, hugging, cuddling, being held by Alcina.
I’m doing good and yes, of course you can request this!
I’m finally getting some of the requests done! 😌
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You hummed as you plopped yourself down in your lady’s lap, your back to her front.
A small chuckle tickled your right ear as two arms wrapped around your waist, “Hello, draga mea.”
“Good afternoon, Alci,” You murmured happily in response.
“You’re in a rather good mood,” Your wife mused as her hold around you tightened ever so slightly.
“With you holding me like this, how can I not be?” You inquired cheekily as you perked up at the sight of a bowl filled with grapes in front of you on the desk.
You reached out and snapped some of the fruit from its stems and popped them into your mouth, eating them happily.
You already knew Alcina had purposely put them there for you to snack on, because you had a bad habit of forgetting to eat whenever you joined your wife in her study for long periods of the day. That is, whenever you had time to.
With a hum, you turned your head and placed a loving kiss on your wife’s cheek, “The grapes are delicious.”
“Good,” Your wife murmured softly as she in turn, placed a kiss on top of your head as you went back to snacking, “Only the best for you, draga mea.”
Alcina went back to work while keeping a hand around your waist. On occasion, she would squeeze your waist and press a chaste kiss to your cheek.
You soaked in her attention and kept nibbling on some grapes before deeming yourself full. A maid later came inside the study with a large glass of water and a wine glass.
You nodded your head to her in thanks as she left before picking up the glass of water and gulping it down.
Alcina would take a sip of her wine every time she finished with writing one of her documents, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
When you noticed she was on her very last document, you perked up.
Feeling your excitement, your wife chuckled and held a mischievous glint in her eyes. You narrowed your gaze when her hand movement went slower than usual as she wrote down Romanian words on the piece of paper.
You gently nudged her and frowned, “Hey, you’re doing that on purpose.”
“Whatever am I doing?” Your wife questioned innocently as she continued to slowly drag her pen down in slow methodical strokes.
“Alci,” You crossed your arms and sent her a stern glance.
“Alright, my love,” She let out a little laugh and kissed your temple before her writing picked up in pace, “So impatient.”
“You’ve been so busy lately and you said we could go on a walk together in the garden after you’re done with your papers,” You grumble lowly, remembering her promise to you a few days prior.
You see each other everyday but most of it was stolen glances and small smiles. Your duty as the head maid kept you busy training the new maids or spending time bonding with the three daughters.
There haven’t been many new maids lately which allowed you some free time but that’s when Alcina’s workflow increased, leaving you to wait to spend time with her.
You understand that she’s a very busy woman but you miss her.
You miss spending quality time with her.
And that doesn’t include sitting on her lap waiting for her to be done with her documents.
Understanding you were actually getting a bit upset, Alcina gently grabbed ahold of your chin and tilted your head to make sure you were locking eyes.
“I was merely jesting, draga,” She sent you a warm smile, “I didn’t forget about my promise. I’ll be done in one minute and we shall go on our walk.”
Her golden eyes gleamed, her laugh lines prominent as she leaned in and gave you a kiss. You closed your eyes and melted against her, humming softly before reopening your eyes as she pulled away. The two of you shared matching smiles as she went back to writing.
True to her word, Alcina made quick work of her last paper and added it to her pile of finished documents before nuzzling herself into the side of your neck.
Her lips brushed against a certain claiming mark on your skin causing you to shiver lightly. A low chuckle hit your left ear as the grip around your waist tightened.
“I believe I owe you a walk.”
You’re glad that you were seated in her lap otherwise your knees would’ve buckled by how low and raspy her voice was.
. . .
As the two of you stepped outside of the castle and into the garden, you couldn’t stop the large grin from erupting on your face.
“I can never get tired of this view,” You claim with a hint of awe in your tone as you observe the beautiful castle grounds.
You were thankful that it was spring, you wouldn’t have lasted a second during the winter temperatures. Everything seemed to be in full bloom and the trees were as green as they could be.
Whoever is the groundskeeper of the castle is truly dedicated and talented.
“Neither can I,” You heard your wife mutter under her breath in agreement but when you turned to face her, you realized with a start that she was staring straight at you when she agreed.
Getting flustered, you wordlessly turned your attention back to the garden, looking everywhere except at her as your brain short circuited.
Alcina chuckled at your nervous display and took your hand in hers, leading you down the path through the plants and flowers.
The two of you laughed and shared some random stories that have happened in your lifetime as you leisurely strolled around the area.
You occasionally swung your interlocking hands in a dramatic way causing Alcina to playfully shake her head at you. You can tell she enjoyed it whenever you did though.
It just felt so amazing to finally be able to spend time with your wife. No work, no interruptions. Just the two of you enjoying each other’s company.
Time flew by and suddenly the sun was already set, the moon now shining down at the two of you. You shivered lightly as the temperature dropped, Alcina immediately noticing. She started leading you back towards the castle’s entrance.
“It appears we missed dinner,” Your wife stated as her eyes glowed in the night, “I didn’t even realize the time. I’ll have the chef prepare you something to eat as soon as we go back inside.”
You were way more tired than hungry but knew better than to argue with Alcina about such matters.
“Okay,” You murmured as a little yawn escaped you, your footsteps starting to drag against the path.
The matriarch let go of your hand causing a frown to form on your face. It disappeared rather quickly when you were suddenly scooped up into her arms, a warm kiss being pressed into your temple, “Allow me to carry you, draga mea.”
A smile adorned your lips as you sighed in content and nuzzled your face into her neck. The smell of her perfume mixed with the barest hint of metal invaded your senses.
You hummed against her neck as you closed your eyes, feeling completely comfortable as she carried you bridestyle back to the castle.
The evening had been truly magnificent.
Although the two of you probably don’t spend as much time with each other as a normal couple should, whenever you did spend time with each other, everything felt so natural. It was as if no time passed from the last time both of you really talked to one another.
“You’re not sleeping just yet, are you?” Your wife asked playfully as she took notice of your closed eyes.
You let out a little giggle and shook your head before opening your eyes, “Mmm not yet.”
“Good. You need to eat first.”
Another warm kiss was pressed on your temple, making you melt in her arms.
Even though the day ended, you found yourself excited for the next time the two of you spend time together. Whether it be another walk or something extravagant, you looked forward to pass time with your wife.
This is my take on that one story about a Princess being trapped in a closed off tower/castle by a humongous female dragon from Shrek because why not.
Lady D x Reader
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You let out a yawn and stretched your body, the sun rays spilling into your room signifying that it was finally morning.
“Princess Y/N!” A loud call from outside had you rolling your eyes in annoyance.
With a huff, you rolled out of bed and strutted over to your window, not caring that you were still wearing your nightgown. You peered down your tall tower to see a knight kneeling and staring straight up back at you on the stone pavement.
He had the typical short blonde hair and blue eyes. He definitely had some muscle but wasn’t outrageously muscular as some of the last knights that have tried to rescue you. If he were to stand, he would be around 6 foot.
He was handsome, you admit but definitely not your type.
“I have come to rescue you from the treacherous dragon!” He proclaimed with an ignorant smirk plastered on his face, waving his sword around as if it was a toy.
If you had to guess, he’s never even held a sword up until this very moment.
You leaned your cheek on your palm over the windowsill and smiled innocently down at him, “Is that so?”
The knight nodded his head eagerly and stood back up on his feet, “Yes, my princess!”
This poor guy.
“And what do you hope to gain if you happen to slay the dragon?” You inquire, still smiling sweetly despite the need to slap the obnoxious smirk off his face.
“Why, your hand in marriage, of course,” He replied easily, as if the answer was obvious. He sheathed his sword into the holster on his side before reaching into his pocket.
When he held out his hand again, a nice and simple diamond ring rested in his palm.
You cocked your eyebrow as he went back down to kneeling with a confident smile on his face, “Princess Y/N, would you do me the honor-”
“Woah, hold up there, Romeo,” You interrupt with a chuckle while waving your hand in a ‘stop’ motion, “You’re getting ahead of yourself. You need to slay the dragon first.”
“Oh right,” The knight cleared his throat and looked around warily, “Would you happen to know where the dragon is?”
His voice broke near the end of his question as he stood back up on his two feet, his posture exposing how nervous he was.
You had a feeling he was aiming to whisk you away without going anywhere near the dragon.
“No clue,” You shrugged before sending him a short wave, “Bye now.”
“Wait! Princess-”
You ignored his call and pulled down the blinds of the window before flopping back into your bed, a sigh of content leaving you as you pulled the covers over you.
As soon as you settled, a large arm enclosed around your waist, pulling you into a muscular yet soft body that was already resting on the bed.
“Another one of your champions?” A raspy voice murmured into your ear as the hold around your body tightened ever so slightly.
A genuine smile adorned your face as you nuzzled yourself into her cool neck, cuddling as close as you could. You let out a hum, “Yes, it’s another knight who’s looking to gain my hand in marriage by slaying you.”
The scent of roses eased your mind and made you relax wholeheartedly.
A low chuckle escaped her mouth as you felt long fingers gently massage your left hand, brushing against a certain piece of metal that you were wearing, “And does that knight happen to know that you’re already taken?”
“Am I?” You teased lightly before pulling away from her neck to meet her stare, “By who?”
“By who?” She repeated, golden suns narrowed at you before she lifted your hand to expose the glamorous ring on your finger that matched the same one on her own finger, “By me.”
“What a lucky girl I am then, hm?” You grinned cheekily as you gave her a surprise kiss on the lips then pulling away before she could reciprocate it.
She looked at you, stunned at your action. You sent her a wink and waited for her to do something.
A smirk arose on her face rather quickly. She cocked her eyebrow at you and lowered her voice to a husky whisper, “You’re just as insatiable as me, my darling.”
“How can I not be when I have a very gorgeous wife?” You rhetorically asked while eyeing her movements.
She maneuvered herself over you, her weight on her left hand and legs so she wouldn’t crush you. Her right hand gently palmed your face as she leaned in, “Mmm I can say the same.”
Just before she could capture your lips with hers, a large clatter coming from the lower floors interrupted her.
“Princess Y/N! I am here to rescue you!”
You rolled your eyes in annoyance and secondhand embarrassment at the knight’s familiar voice and the amount of crashes you heard. He definitely broke something expensive down there.
This type of stuff usually doesn’t happen because both of your daughters always gets to the knights first before they could even step foot inside the castle. Alas, they were spending the weekend at their aunt Donna’s meaning that the castle doors were basically unguarded.
An enraged hiss left your wife’s throat as she whipped her head to the closed bedroom door, as if she was expecting the knight to be right outside of it.
Her eyes burned slightly brighter in color showing off just how pissed off she was.
You watched as she clenched her jaw and her breathing got heavy. You carefully raised your right hand and massaged her cheek, trying to get her to look at you.
Getting your message, she turned away from the closed bedroom door to look back at you. As soon as you locked eyes, you sent her a gentle smile and leaned upwards, giving her a chaste kiss.
“Go on, Alci,” You murmur softly and pat her cheek, “I’ll be in here waiting for you…unless you want me to help?”
You question with a slight pout in your voice, you’ve always wanted to help get rid of the knights but both Alcina and your daughters refused because they worried about you getting injured.
“Thank you but I’ll handle it, darling,” Your wife placed a delicate kiss to your cheek before maneuvering off your body.
The warmth was now gone as you watched your wife slip out of the bed and approach the bedroom door. She reached out to open it while sending you a wink, sharp talons unsheathed from her right hand.
my problem is that I want to read all the books, play all the games, and write all the WIPs all at the same time and then my brain goes into flight mode and I end up doing absolutely none of them
Just a thought I had, maybe I’ll write more about this idea or maybe I won’t. I wrote this instead of finishing requests.
Lady D x Reader.
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Romania.
You pulled your double coat closer into your body and adjusted your face mask, trying to keep calm despite the freezing temperature. The cold winds blew harshly against you as you made it through the snowy terrain.
Your hoodie and gloves won’t stand a chance against the weather for much longer.
Your eyes were the only thing on your whole body that wasn’t covered.
Distant growls and howls made you pay extra close attention to your surroundings, your eyes scanning the tree lines for any kind of movement.
The last time you were here wasn’t a very pleasant experience.
You pushed back the terrible memories threatening to resurface in your mind.
With a shake of your head, you refocused on the trail you were following, trying to remember where along the path you were supposed to turn.
You take out a map from your coat pocket, peering at it while listening closely for anything that could be of any danger to you.
Go straight and take the next right.
Seemed simple enough.
You put the map back in your pocket and pick up the pace. The more time you spend out in this blizzard, the more at risk you are of your own death.
Passing by a frozen river, you pause as you hear something that sounded a lot like galloping nearing you.
Thinking quickly, you dove into a bush. You held back a loud curse when you realized the bush you blindly dove into was filled with thorns.
At least you were wearing puffy clothing but they were sure to be somewhat ripped when you got out of the bush.
Just my luck.
You stilled your movement and watched through the bush as four horses attached to a large carriage came into your view.
Just as the carriage was directly in front of the bush you were hiding in, you heard a commanding voice yell, “Stop!”
Your eyes widened slightly as you heard the voice.
Why did it sound so familiar?
You continued to stay in your uncomfortable position as the carriage door opened up.
Out came a woman.
She was wearing an off white dress that had three black roses pinned right above the heart. Along with a black wide-brimmed hat with several pearl necklaces adorning her neck.
She just exhibited both grace and strength.
You’ve had seen many beautiful women before yet the sight of her made your heart skyrocket immediately.
There was just something about her.
It wasn’t her towering height either.
“Is there something amiss, my lady?” You take your eyes off the woman to stare at the coachman who had hopped off the the front of the carriage to question her.
As he stood next to her, you acknowledge the tremendous height difference between the two. The top of his head only reached the woman’s waistline.
There’s no way she’s a human.
You’ve been alive long enough to notice certain aspects and characteristics of a human.
The way her eyes were basically golden and practically lit up in the night was evidence. Her height was another piece of evidence. The way she’s only wearing a dress in below zero temperatures was evidence.
Maybe she’s apart of Miranda’s cult?
If she was then it’d be easier for you to introduce yourself and ask her for directions to the blonde crow before you somehow get lost and die in the blizzard.
You held back a shiver at the thought of dying in the cold.
The woman didn’t respond to the coachman’s question and instead, stared straight into the bush you were in with narrowed eyes.
You held your breath and stayed perfectly still.
Her next words made your blood run cold, “You realize I can hear your heartbeat?”
Yup. She isn’t human.
The coachman didn’t understand she was speaking to you and opened up his mouth, “I already knew that, my lady.”
“Not you, you insolent fool!” The woman scoffed before glaring at you through the bush.
The coachman took a step back in slight fear and started to look at your bush as well, trying to see what whom she was referring to.
“Are you going to come out or will I have to grab you out of there?” Came the underlying threat.
With a silent sigh, you ungraciously stumbled out of the thorny bush. You tried dusting your shoulders free of any thorns, trying to appear nonchalant as you looked up to meet the tall lady’s eyes.
Her lips were pursed into a thin line as she stared back down at you, unblinking before she demanded, “Take off your mask.”
You swear her voice became breathy near the end. Was that a glimmer of hope in her eyes or were you just imagining it?
Not wanting to end up on the bad side of a well over nine foot tall woman who can step on you like a bug, you complied and reached behind your ears to take off the strings of your face mask. When that was done, you grasped the mask in your hand and lifted your head back up.
The tall woman let out a loud gasp, her eyes widening as she took in your facial features.
“Y-Y/N?”
She called you by a name that seemed both unfamiliar yet familiar to you.
You glanced at her in confusion before stating, “I’m afraid you have me confused with someone else. That’s not my name.”
“You…” Were those tears in her eyes? “I saw you die. I know I did…”
You met her gaze, unflinching despite how your heart hammered rapidly in your chest.
What was she talking about?
When she extended her hand over to you, aiming to touch you, you took a step back, ready to defend yourself if need be.
She frowned at your response and lowered her hand back down at her side, an awkward silence lingered in the air as her eyes roamed all over your body, mainly your uncovered face.
The cold wind picked up causing you to hold back a shiver.
Your gaze flickered to the coachman who was looking everywhere except at you, his fingers twitching in nervousness as he felt you looking at him.
You cleared your throat, “My apologies for wasting your time like this but would either of you happen to know the fastest way to get to Mother Miranda?”
The tall woman flinched as if you had just slapped her across the face, her face held a grimace as she nodded her head, “I…Yes. We were just on our way over to her.”
“Would you mind giving me the directions?” You ask politely, wanting to get your mission over with already and head back home.
The coachman held his breath as he awaited his lady’s response.
“You’ll ride in the coach with me,” was the simple reply from the woman that had the coachman floundering.
It was as if he expected the tall woman to murder you before his very eyes for even asking for help.
You were still a bit suspicious about her intentions with you but nodded your head, “If that wouldn’t be any trouble, Miss…?”
You could easily escape if she posed some type of threat to you yet felt reassured by her presence. It was weird for you to warm up to someone so quickly.
There’s just something about her that made you just feel calm but you remained cautious with your distance.
The tall lady blinked, “Alcina Dimitrescu. Just call me Alcina.”
What a pretty name.
You tilted your head at her and tipped your hoodie as one would do with a top hat, “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Alcina.”
