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@sanguisvirginis-arch
mutually exclusive and extremely lowkey and private 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔 from RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE, primarily based on the game and the historical figure countess elizabeth báthory also known as the blood countess. any canon divergence will draw on elizabeth’s childhood and life.
# written by morph, she / her, twenty-four, your intellectual goth and meme clown infatuated with vampires and tattoos. personals don’t interact!
[ CARRD ] [ MULTIMUSE ] [ PINTEREST ]
INDEFINITE HIATUS
I would like to imagine that the daughters ATLEAST once went through their mother's clothing when she wasn't around.
I--
The--
Girls. What is a meaning of this?
yes i despise all alcina fanfictions but alcina calling someone pet is my true kink. there i said it.
NSFW PREFERENCES : please repost , don’t reblog ! bold : always applies • italics : sometimes applies or partner specific • bold + italics : favorite • strike : never applies • no emphasis : neutral .
If Lady D had a romanian accent instead, I guess this is how she would sound like. That laugh at the end is pretty terrifying 😳
Taken from one of her audition tapes. Full clip here>>> maggiethebard
exsanguinatedserenity : MONSIGNOR PRUITT.
What does it say of him — as a priest, as a community leader, as a man in general — that he watches the very symbol of his connection to his God crumple between the tight fist of TRUE DIVINITY, with little more reaction than a chill that hops down his spine as her finger swipes across his throat. Swift and angry and threatening. She could smite him where he stands and it is nothing less than a MIRACLE that she continues to keep him breathing ; a thought that causes the column of his neck to burn red. He swallows and he nods — No, he bows, not intent on insulting this Goddess any more than he has merely by his presence in her domain. And to a more selfish degree, he can only think of how he does not want to disappoint her, to so quickly strip himself of this opportunity to serve her.
The GIFTS of the divine can seem otherwise like CURSES for those who are simply not yet equipped to receive them. Monsignor John Pruitt finds himself HELLBENT to prove that he is not such a case.
“ Thank you, Madame Dimitrescu. I will not fail you, ” he swears to her with a ragged exhale. The potent concoction of equal parts terror and captivation still sweating out his pores and giving his bones a shake-down. And those eyes — a gaze as sharp as her claws, as if she could tear him to ribbons with only a glance of disapproval, awakens his compulsion to SPEAK once more. Ever eager to demonstrate his use to her sooner rather than later.
“ — A-And I may already have a lead. About the missing barrel. ”
Head made heavy under the astounding weight of her stare, his dark eyes feel dizzy — a glare alone feels like a blow to the temple. And he cannot help but recall how the physical presence of angels and Gods would terrify those blessed enough to bear witness to them. AND THE GLORY OF THE LORD THE BLACK GOD SHONE ROUND ABOUT THEM, AND THEY WERE SORE AFRAID. He swallows the tremor of his voice back down. Fear, it seems, may very well be equated to respect in her eyes and rightfully so. But his babbling would surely waste her precious time.
“ The villagers whisper of their daughters disappearing to the castle, and their blood fermented with the grapes of the vineyard. ” A cursory glance around the main hall alone tells him that these are not rumors but facts. And still, still, he tells himself that if this miracle of the Good Mother Miranda, this Goddess towering over him has willed it, then what is otherwise horrible can only be good should it serve her. “ One man seems to be causing quite the UPROAR about it. Gathering a resistance of sorts — of the maidens’ fathers. It is a small group, but I know they had plans to damage the supply chain. And I know where they’ve been gathering. ”
“ it is not failure you should fear, ” came the lady's sharp interjection, as callously as she had crumbled the piece of paper in her hand and tossed it into the fireplace, “ but the depth of my wrath should you neglect to find the perpetrator. my daughters do so love entertaining men. ”
the scent of tobacco and blood lay heavy in the air as she blew smoke into his face. alcina dimitrescu, feeling vindicated at her suspicions, elicited a faint cackle and flicked the end of the cigarette above his crest of dark hair. it missed skin and fabric by a beat but burned itself into the leather of his shoes.
“ one man to build a resistance and another to tear it down. ” one man who had succeeded in deceiving not only mother miranda but all four lords. one man who would cost her her head if she were to allow him to continue his foul treachery and lead his resistance into a war.
[ her thirst for violence was timeless as the countess herself. she would flay the manthing, tear his head off his shoulder and parade the battered remains around the village for everyone to see. ]
as if on cue, alcina extended her claws, deliberately nicking the priest’s right cheek. it was a small cut, but one to serve as a reminder of his duty.
“ if you succeed, however, ” her voice had quickly gotten rid of its rigour, leaving behind lilted words and fingertips [ retracted into its original shape ] almost tenderly brushing over the man’s face. “ you will be rewarded. by me, by mother miranda, by the black god. ”
yeh she’s perfect. she’s scary.
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yes even alcina dimitrescu would fall head over heels for miss anne lister of shibden hall. SO PLEASE GIMME. always.
im on desktop but !! familial relationships or like.. neighbourly ig? like a tenant dhhlfhl
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alcina dimitrescu having to raise a child that was handed to her because mama miranda doesn't want her anymore.
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[ @fallesto / MOTHER MIRANDA ] : “ why are you bleeding? what happened? ” miranda
BLOOD OF HER BLOOD, BLOOD GLISTENING ON HER LIPS as the lady wailed in fury and anguish. alcina ran a knuckle over the ashen remains plastered on her talc-like exterior before the sound of her nails extending echoed around miranda’s makeshift laboratory.
“ blood of my blood, wasted for your ceremony. killed by that wretched winters. ” with bent knees and a lowered head her steps reverberated on the floor. the fabric of her dirtied dress scraped against the jagged rock walls, each covered with anatomical drawings and shelves lined with empty flasks.
what have you done to my daughter?!
and what remained of her oldest was a crystallized pile of rocks, etched into it a face widened in terror and fear. [ like a baby bird so utterly frightened of its end she had shielded her beautiful face with her hands alone. ]
all for mother miranda - judge and executioner, extending her wings over her children. where was that protection now - with bela dead?
miranda’s concern was a horrible deceitful thing.
“ spare me your senseless drivel for once, miranda. you had me run around my castle to catch that failure of a man, and all for your DARLING EVA.” just a drop. it was just one teardrop that welled up in her bloodshot eyes. no longer golden like burning ember, but a crimson red.
and what rage there was, yet it was nothing compared to the grief piercing itself through bone and muscle until the dragon within her answered gladly.
my portrayal of alcina will always have her alienating herself from mother miranda. her idolization of miranda goes way beyond simple loyalty and at times borders on jealousy. behind her walls of composure and hubris alcina has always been a deeply emotional woman. her anger comes raw and unhinged, a dragon in all her form. she can forgive her daughters, she has always forgiven miranda for favoring others. forgiven, yes, but never understanding it wholly.
miranda did not give alcina the castle. it belonged to her. she has granted alcina access to samples of the cadou so she could experiment with it, and through those samples her daughters were born. she is grateful for it, and by god, how grateful she is.
but why would she risk the lives of her daughters just to deliver ethan to miranda? not only the life of one daughter but all her children. she should have drawn the line at bela's death.
RANDOM HEADCANONS : part one.
although she regards them as indulgences, her smoking has revolved into an addiction, commonly indulged in during the evenings or moments of uncertainty and unrest. it calms her down tremendously and her cigarettes are, who would have thought, custom made as well. alcina also owns a vast collection of cigars and pipes, but she solely favours her cigarettes for the extravagant cigarette holder she possesses. it’s that extra touch of luxury she enjoys.
she rarely touches wines that are not her own or not infused with blood, but the wine room is packed with romanian, italien and french wines - ranging from feteasca regală to chianti. the oldest wine bottle in the room, however, a bordeaux, dates back to the 1700s and merely serves as decoration. the two bottles arranged on racks closest to the sanguis virginis all date back to the birth years of alcina’s daughters and alcina herself. the 1930s les forts de latour’ for her daughters and a mouton rothschild from 1878.
on that note [ thanks to a lovely discord interaction with another alcina mun ] : wardrobe, tableware and parts of the furniture have been exclusively customed for alcina. the bathtub in the small bathroom was an unnecessary touch and she favors the pool in the room with the statues, but her bed is massive. the castle’s main interior, and i am talking THE DOORS, remained the same as instructed by alcina. reasons are mostly her ego and her unwillingness to renovate the entirety of the castle. it’s part ego, part denial.
food should be obvious, but it’s hannibal lecter-esque cuisine as opposed to the bakers’ grotesquely cooked meals. alcina and the girls have a cook, female as every staff member in the castle, that prepares their dishes. alcina has to sustain herself on human flesh and blood, but she doesn’t simply munch on a raw liver and concludes dinner like that. alcina comes from an aristrocratic family and is accustomed to elevated meals. they are served a menu, differing every morning, that alcina skims over the night before and either approves of or scribbles little notes on if there is something not to her liking. she is extremely extra and she LOVES blood based-dishes. ( duh! ) the french coq au vi, italian sanguinaccio dolce, blood pudding, etc. you get my meaning.
on that note: SHE HATES GARLIC. no, she is not allergic in the typical vampire sense. no, decorating your entire room with garlic a lá lucy westenra won’t stop her from feeding on you, but it will annoy her because …smell. her aversion to garlic even had its beginning in her mortal life, as garlic stimulates red blood cell and heme production, which in result worsened the symptoms of alcina’s porphyria. since her blood disease is the main cause for her diet, consuming garlic will generally heighten her bloodlust in the negative sense. the cooks employed at castle dimitrescu are immediately instructed what to serve the lady of the castle and whatnot. there have been cooks that added garlic ( because why wouldn’t you add garlic to a yummy dish ) who consequently were brought to the cellars.
she’s a classical music lady, who would’ve thought. there is not even much to add on that part. mozart, bach, chopin, vivaldi, schubert. alcina’s always been considered musically inclined. she plays the piano exceptionally well and taught her three daughters.
𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀 : regenerative abilities.
i’m not exactly sure if i deleted the headcanon on my old blog or if it’s floating around on this one SOMEWHERE, but alcina is in discomfort whenever she extends her fingers into her claws. her transformation into the dragon is evidently painful since her cells clump together and her bones break to transmute into her final form. i’d say it compares to the many on-screen transformations of werewolves. their bones forcibly elongate and change their shape, sometimes so drastically that it ruptures the skin.
alcina’s regeneration rate may be incredibly fast as her body heals external wounds within seconds, but it’s never elaborated how much pain she is in. from the way she clutches her hand after attacking ethan she must be in discomfort at least.
you’re a lucky man, ethan! besides miranda, you’re the only one to ever see me in this form.
and as unusual as it may seem for cassandra, bela and daniela to have never witnessed their mother in her metamorphosed form, it is because her transformation entails agonizing distress and trauma. mother miranda witnessed that form when she experimented on alcina and alcina presumably turned for the first time. besides calling herself THE DRAGON ( and that because she is as vain, arrogant and narcissistic as a dragon ) she doesn’t transform into her dragon form often - if at all.
the girls know their mother’s claws and the bony fingers with their marble-like veins underneath and that is it. her body heals external wounds within seconds, internal wounds need a tad longer but neither of them can kill her. a shotgun to the face? as much as it is gameplay, her ruptured skin [ a mild description lmao ] would heal and regrow. a machine gun, or just about any gun, perforating her body? it heals and the skin would push out the bullets.
toxins can harm and kill her as they cause a metabolic imbalance, forcing her to mutate uncontrollably as miranda predicted it in her medical report. simply soaking it in poisons like arsenic and ricin won’t do. it has to be a specifically concentrated dose of countless toxins that cause cell death.
[ @lastheiress / ANGELIKA ] : ❝ you call these tools? …really? ❞ / from angie, judging your torture chambers
and what little angelika, no taller than the rats scurrying through the dimly-lit dungeons, so bluntly criticized with her screeching voice was the mistress’s pride and joy. a macabre utopia of a variety of knives and what could only be described as assorted medieval torture tools : an iron chair to one end of the crypt, racks and masks of shame to the other. [ tongue tearers, heretic forks, the castle's torture chamber frequently used by her daughters did not lack in variety. ]
“ i hadn’t realized you weigh enough to hold a knife by yourself, angelika. ” painted lips turned downwards into a scowl. there was a poignant pause in which alcina considered dismissing this conversation altogether to hurl the little doll out of the castle with her bare hands, but she collected herself apace to smile at both visitors. the kind of smile that served as an implicit warning if the little brat were to understand it at all.
“ neither would i have guessed that you are a connoisseur of torture. do tell. enlighten us with your acumen, păpușă. ”
