Account dedicated to writing for Dulcinea from Limbus Company, female + non-binary!readers only as this is a sapphic blog. Trans!readers (mostly mtf, but sometimes ftm) as well as non-binary!readers who are amab, afab or intersex are allowed too.
Asks are okay, but every request will be treated like a suggestion and I reserve the right to delete any asks I don’t like. If you want your Dulcinea request to be written no matter what, then try sending them to my main blog.
While every post here will be a reader insert fic written from second person pov, this is also a very self-indulgent blog so there will be times when I sacrifice inclusivity and add in bits and details that are there solely for my enjoyment. This may include mentioning appearance details (such as the reader insert having blonde hair) or a non-binary reader insert being called by feminine or masculine terms. If mentioning appearance is a problem for you or you have gender dysphoria, then you have been warned.
Credits: As of now, every fanart I use is by NishikujiC on twt, heavily recommend checking them out as they’re an amazing artist.
Every divider I use has been created by @cursed-carmine. All of their dividers look wonderful and I hope more people check out their stuff and support them.
I have no plans of making masterlists as of now, so I will be using tags as navigation. I will add more as I come up with different types of dynamics. Please note that one post can have several tags.
hi! dunno if your username was supposed to bear resemblence to the word "parasol" or the diminutive of this word.. but it makes no sense phonetically! i rly like that it's dulcinea themed, just pointing out - as shes castellana, your username "parasollia" would be like read (english phonetics) "parasoyia".... instead of ? the parasol! other than that good luck with your blogging and i hope you get many chances to write for this cute lady :D
I initially had no idea what to made the username should be and ended up going random bullshit go about it, so that's a cool fact to know.
That said if the username is offensive in some way then do let me know so I can change it.
Dulcinea’s skin is soft and delicate unlike the many bloodfiends you met.
“I’ve been taking special care of my skin long before I became a bloodfiend,” is what she tells you when you ask her about it. Yet whenever you bring up her past prior to becoming a bloodfiend, she refuses to answer. Not that you mind.
Her fingers are long and slender; interlacing with yours whenever you held her hand. Her thighs are plump and soft; you might never get to feel her skin against yours, but even through the fabric of her skirt they make for great pillows in the few times she allows you to lie on her lap.
Despite looking so ephemeral in the distance during parades, Dulcinea's touch and presence both brings you comfort.
Her Scent
Bloodfiends carried with them the scent of blood and death. Dulcinea was no exception aside from the fact that she used perfumes to hid that very scent.
“It would be unbecoming of a princess to carry the stench of blood,” was what she told you when you asked her about it… before spraying her favourite perfume on you to cover your own, human stench.
Her role in the parade was a delicate one. She must maintain and play her role properly so the humans visiting La Manchaland remain enchanted by her very presence. As such, Dulcinea has a preference for floral scents— something familiar to humans and appeals to their noses most of the time.
Roses, jasmines, gardenias, hyacinths, orchids… She doesn’t have a preference between those perfumes, so she’ll usually put on the first one that you give her. If you hand over the same one time and time again, then so be it.
Her Taste
Dulcinea’s skin carries the same taste as the flower perfumes she uses, though she won’t let you kiss her if you approach her right before the parade starts or during it.
However, during the evening and night in the chance that she’s free, she’ll indulge in your wants and desires so long as the two of you are somewhere where the other bloodfiends — or humans, if some happened to stay behind so late — can’t find you.
Despite taking on a role that seems so fragile, her skin doesn’t break easily despite its softness as you leave love bites along her neck and collarbone. Whatever marks you do manage leave always heal up within minutes anyway. Something that will amuse Dulcinea if you pout or sulk about it.
Her Voice
Dulcinea’s voice was pleasant yet stern at the same time. Appealing, but cold.
It was a result of her being a high ranking bloodfiend, specifically a second kindred. Not to mention her role as the princess of the parade. She must sound pleasant so that the humans may keep admiring her and her children know that they are loved still, yet she must remained cold to them all the same lest they developed the desire to step out of line.
With you, however, she allowed herself to become a little softer. A tad kinder. Her manner of speech stops being princess just the smallest amount and a little bit more casual instead.
If nothing else requires her attention at the moment, and if she has the time for it, then gently humming to a tune to help lull you into sleep is one of her favourite past times. It’s a shame in her eyes that it doesn’t happen often enough.
Her Sight
In Dulcinea’s eyes, you are a strange individual.
Even her most obsessive human fans didn’t dare to come too close to her lest they be kicked out from La Manchaland, and yet here you were. A human. Courting her.
In Dulcinea’s eyes, you deserve every drop of her adoration even if she doesn’t say so.
The parades slowly became something that she lamented due to the time she had to spend away from you. The one joy that she derived from them nowadays was whenever she’d feel your eyes looking up at her figure in the distance; nothing but sheer admiration in your gaze as you did so.
But even then, she preferred the times she spent with you in private much more. Moments when you can see her true self were rare, but precious. Only with you did she get to wind down after a hard day, helping her relax and easing her through her prolonged starvation with your presence alone.
Perhaps one day, she will be able to get away from La Manchaland and live somewhere quiet with you.
