&quot;So we finally meet.&quot;

#portraits of the lady #✨️she✨️

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Are you evil

@lu-rata-malvada

... First a cat, now a rat. My staff have become far too lax as of late.

Claws extend from her fingertips, landing in the wood surrounding the rat, making an abject prison. Slowly, Alcina kneels down to make better eye contact with the rodent.

You tell me, little rodent. Am I evil?

lu-rata-malvada

The rat squeaked in surprise, looking around the small cage she somehow just created

"Uhm- uh.. yes..?"

It shrunk more and more as it spoke, trying to seem less threatening

Alcina chuckled, low and throaty. It was almost comically cute, the poor little rat caught in a trap.

Ah, so whatever enabled your speech gave you sense. Good.

She retracts her claws, so that she could pick up the rat and stand fully.

And what are you doing, traipsing about my home uninvited?

lu-rata-malvada

The rat squirmed in her grip, a little scared now that she had picked it up

"It- it was raining outside.. and it was cold... I can leave if you want..!"

#meetings with the lady #this is so late i'm sorry #also alcina is adopting foofie #i've decided

Perhaps it was her cold, dead heart, forever endeared by small, unwanted things. It was, unfortunately, a feeling she knew well in her recent history. But the giantess smiles, using her other hand to gently pet the rat.

No, little rodent. I can forgive the rude intrusion, you were, after all, only looking for shelter. I would be a poor hostess to toss you back out to the elements.

She carries the rat to one of the spare rooms, snapping her fingers as she goes to enter. A maid appears, hastily making her way over to the fireplace and lighting it as Alcina dips down to enter the space. She then crosses the room to the bed, delicately lowering a hand to place the rat there as the fire crackled to life.

Get this little one some cheese. We have an odd guest tonight.

The maid nods then scurries off. Alcina takes a seat on the sofa, watching the rodent curiously.

What is your name, little rodent? And you do like cheese, yes?

sileothe

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Lots of Alcinas bc I can never get hER FACE RIGHT AGHHH-

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//for that advice meme?

Be willing to bite the hand that feeds you. Sometimes what it's feeding you is poison.

#the lady answers

he was bored. real fuckin bored. so what did he do when he felt bored? he picked a new place to break and enter so he could trespass. so here he was, in a mansion, sliding through it’s rafters without a care in the world

however, what he had not expected was to hop down onto a ledge and come face to face with a very large woman he had not expected to be there

he tried to give her a friendly smile, backing away slowly as he tries to plan himself a quick and hopefully less than deadly escape

Alcina was wont to roam Castle Dimitrescu, especially so when she was restless. And she was restless in this day. Her daughters were off somewhere within the castle, likely torturing the staff. It was as she was heading towards the stairs that a... cat boy of some kind landed on the ledge.

And just who are you supposed to be?

Her tone is sickly sweet as she reaches out to grab the cat by the scruff. An intruder in her home would not stand.

Arias’s limbs curled inwards on instinct as he was picked up by his scruff, tail tip dragging on the ground. his collar clinked as she shook him a bit

um.. Arias- Wesker. my name is Arias Wesker

he tried his best to give an apologetic look; he really didn’t want to get on this massive woman’s bad side

Alcina holds him like he weighs nothing - he practically does, she notes idly. A frown crosses her lips as she squints her eyes, looking the cat over closely. He clearly wasn't the work of that fool, Heisenberg. Far too intelligent, unlike the lycans.

Wesker, is it? I'm surprised to hear there's any of you left.

A singular claw pops out of her finger, sliding just under his collar so that she could examine it.

Tell me, Arias, what brings you into my home, slinking about like some thief?

quite a few of us, actually ma’am

Arias says, a bit more terrified than he was willing to admit. while yes, he had come out on top in many fights where he was outnumbered, or simply smaller and weaker, there was just something so inherently scary about someone that big

he tilts his head, trying to get his collar back from her grasp. he really didn’t want to have any issues with the woman, but if she dared to mess with his collar? they would have one wether he liked it or not

i’m not a theif, miss. swear it. just a bit curious is all. i am a cat, after all

She stared at the cat a while longer, withdrawing her claw from his collar.

So it would appear.

Alcina moves swiftly, descending the stairs to the sitting room below. She deftly places Arias down on one of the couches before sitting across from him.

Hmm. How does the saying go? Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back?

With a snap, one of the staff appeared from the shadows, wine glass in hand. Alcina firmly grasped it, taking a sip, golden eyes never once moving away from Arias.

And is this particular cat satisfied with what he's found in my castle?

when he gets set down, Arias shakes a bit, rubbing at his scruff. he tucks his limbs under himself, glancing up at the woman who now very suddenly has a massive chalice of wine

yes he is. i mean, yes i am, ma’am. very satisfied

Alcina smiled, a half cruel, half sweet thing. Though she had a strong... distaste for all things male, she had to admit the cat was rather entertaining. The way he shrank under her stature, and such wonderful manners. Perhaps she'd give the poor thing the chance to prove he was worthy of her mercy.

Good. Now tell me, Arias... Why should I grant you mercy? Your reasoning for trespassing onto private property is poor, at best. Nonexistent at worst.

She takes another sip of her wine, swirling it around in her glass after.

Why should I not hand you over to my daughters? They've so wanted a pet.

Arias was so utterly fucked. he couldn’t think of a single way to weasel his way outta this one. it wasn’t often that he was the mouse; suffice to say, he didn’t very much like this role

daughters? surely you understand then; i have a little one waiting for me back home. and i’m sorry to say this ma’am, but unfortunately i am not up for adoption. that has already occurred in the primary sense between me and my fathers, and uh.. let’s just say in a secondary sense between me and the father of my child

#massive women my one true weakness #<- i keep reading this tag and hearing steve universe singing #the giant woman song lol

Alcina frowned ever so slightly. It was an almost clever move, to play on her parental instincts. One she didn't think Arias was intentionally trying to make. No, the cat was sincere in his want to return to his own little one.

Oh? Well, a pity you're not available. Cats are especially useful creatures, and my staff can be rather lax in what they allow in my castle. But do tell me about your little one. My own daughters were... especially tenacious when they first came to being. I imagine it has not been easy for you and your partner.

Are you evil

@lu-rata-malvada

... First a cat, now a rat. My staff have become far too lax as of late.

Claws extend from her fingertips, landing in the wood surrounding the rat, making an abject prison. Slowly, Alcina kneels down to make better eye contact with the rodent.

You tell me, little rodent. Am I evil?

lu-rata-malvada

The rat squeaked in surprise, looking around the small cage she somehow just created

"Uhm- uh.. yes..?"

It shrunk more and more as it spoke, trying to seem less threatening

Alcina chuckled, low and throaty. It was almost comically cute, the poor little rat caught in a trap.

Ah, so whatever enabled your speech gave you sense. Good.

She retracts her claws, so that she could pick up the rat and stand fully.

And what are you doing, traipsing about my home uninvited?

#meetings with the lady

clxrissxz

trying to show the other lords love too but its more obvious that I don't draw them as often [2/4]

he was bored. real fuckin bored. so what did he do when he felt bored? he picked a new place to break and enter so he could trespass. so here he was, in a mansion, sliding through it’s rafters without a care in the world

however, what he had not expected was to hop down onto a ledge and come face to face with a very large woman he had not expected to be there

he tried to give her a friendly smile, backing away slowly as he tries to plan himself a quick and hopefully less than deadly escape

Alcina was wont to roam Castle Dimitrescu, especially so when she was restless. And she was restless in this day. Her daughters were off somewhere within the castle, likely torturing the staff. It was as she was heading towards the stairs that a... cat boy of some kind landed on the ledge.

And just who are you supposed to be?

Her tone is sickly sweet as she reaches out to grab the cat by the scruff. An intruder in her home would not stand.

Arias’s limbs curled inwards on instinct as he was picked up by his scruff, tail tip dragging on the ground. his collar clinked as she shook him a bit

um.. Arias- Wesker. my name is Arias Wesker

he tried his best to give an apologetic look; he really didn’t want to get on this massive woman’s bad side

Alcina holds him like he weighs nothing - he practically does, she notes idly. A frown crosses her lips as she squints her eyes, looking the cat over closely. He clearly wasn't the work of that fool, Heisenberg. Far too intelligent, unlike the lycans.

Wesker, is it? I'm surprised to hear there's any of you left.

A singular claw pops out of her finger, sliding just under his collar so that she could examine it.

Tell me, Arias, what brings you into my home, slinking about like some thief?

quite a few of us, actually ma’am

Arias says, a bit more terrified than he was willing to admit. while yes, he had come out on top in many fights where he was outnumbered, or simply smaller and weaker, there was just something so inherently scary about someone that big

he tilts his head, trying to get his collar back from her grasp. he really didn’t want to have any issues with the woman, but if she dared to mess with his collar? they would have one wether he liked it or not

i’m not a theif, miss. swear it. just a bit curious is all. i am a cat, after all

She stared at the cat a while longer, withdrawing her claw from his collar.

So it would appear.

Alcina moves swiftly, descending the stairs to the sitting room below. She deftly places Arias down on one of the couches before sitting across from him.

Hmm. How does the saying go? Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back?

With a snap, one of the staff appeared from the shadows, wine glass in hand. Alcina firmly grasped it, taking a sip, golden eyes never once moving away from Arias.

And is this particular cat satisfied with what he's found in my castle?

when he gets set down, Arias shakes a bit, rubbing at his scruff. he tucks his limbs under himself, glancing up at the woman who now very suddenly has a massive chalice of wine

yes he is. i mean, yes i am, ma’am. very satisfied

#meetings with the lady #this reply brought to you by “when you're good to mama” from chicago

Alcina smiled, a half cruel, half sweet thing. Though she had a strong... distaste for all things male, she had to admit the cat was rather entertaining. The way he shrank under her stature, and such wonderful manners. Perhaps she'd give the poor thing the chance to prove he was worthy of her mercy.

Good. Now tell me, Arias... Why should I grant you mercy? Your reasoning for trespassing onto private property is poor, at best. Nonexistent at worst.

She takes another sip of her wine, swirling it around in her glass after.

Why should I not hand you over to my daughters? They've so wanted a pet.

Are you evil

@lu-rata-malvada

... First a cat, now a rat. My staff have become far too lax as of late.

Claws extend from her fingertips, landing in the wood surrounding the rat, making an abject prison. Slowly, Alcina kneels down to make better eye contact with the rodent.

You tell me, little rodent. Am I evil?

#the lady answers

he was bored. real fuckin bored. so what did he do when he felt bored? he picked a new place to break and enter so he could trespass. so here he was, in a mansion, sliding through it’s rafters without a care in the world

however, what he had not expected was to hop down onto a ledge and come face to face with a very large woman he had not expected to be there

he tried to give her a friendly smile, backing away slowly as he tries to plan himself a quick and hopefully less than deadly escape

Alcina was wont to roam Castle Dimitrescu, especially so when she was restless. And she was restless in this day. Her daughters were off somewhere within the castle, likely torturing the staff. It was as she was heading towards the stairs that a... cat boy of some kind landed on the ledge.

And just who are you supposed to be?

Her tone is sickly sweet as she reaches out to grab the cat by the scruff. An intruder in her home would not stand.

Arias’s limbs curled inwards on instinct as he was picked up by his scruff, tail tip dragging on the ground. his collar clinked as she shook him a bit

um.. Arias- Wesker. my name is Arias Wesker

he tried his best to give an apologetic look; he really didn’t want to get on this massive woman’s bad side

Alcina holds him like he weighs nothing - he practically does, she notes idly. A frown crosses her lips as she squints her eyes, looking the cat over closely. He clearly wasn't the work of that fool, Heisenberg. Far too intelligent, unlike the lycans.

Wesker, is it? I'm surprised to hear there's any of you left.

A singular claw pops out of her finger, sliding just under his collar so that she could examine it.

Tell me, Arias, what brings you into my home, slinking about like some thief?

quite a few of us, actually ma’am

Arias says, a bit more terrified than he was willing to admit. while yes, he had come out on top in many fights where he was outnumbered, or simply smaller and weaker, there was just something so inherently scary about someone that big

he tilts his head, trying to get his collar back from her grasp. he really didn’t want to have any issues with the woman, but if she dared to mess with his collar? they would have one wether he liked it or not

i’m not a theif, miss. swear it. just a bit curious is all. i am a cat, after all

they-call-me-youngermoney

She stared at the cat a while longer, withdrawing her claw from his collar.

So it would appear.

Alcina moves swiftly, descending the stairs to the sitting room below. She deftly places Arias down on one of the couches before sitting across from him.

Hmm. How does the saying go? Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back?

With a snap, one of the staff appeared from the shadows, wine glass in hand. Alcina firmly grasped it, taking a sip, golden eyes never once moving away from Arias.

And is this particular cat satisfied with what he's found in my castle?

#meetings with the lady

someone got on my ass last june for saying lady d is a lesbian. sad. anyway happy late pride to my lesbian mom and this edit.

#portraits of the lady #cause how do you have an alcina blog #and not have the “fuck yeah women” edit

he was bored. real fuckin bored. so what did he do when he felt bored? he picked a new place to break and enter so he could trespass. so here he was, in a mansion, sliding through it’s rafters without a care in the world

however, what he had not expected was to hop down onto a ledge and come face to face with a very large woman he had not expected to be there

he tried to give her a friendly smile, backing away slowly as he tries to plan himself a quick and hopefully less than deadly escape

Alcina was wont to roam Castle Dimitrescu, especially so when she was restless. And she was restless in this day. Her daughters were off somewhere within the castle, likely torturing the staff. It was as she was heading towards the stairs that a... cat boy of some kind landed on the ledge.

And just who are you supposed to be?

Her tone is sickly sweet as she reaches out to grab the cat by the scruff. An intruder in her home would not stand.

Arias’s limbs curled inwards on instinct as he was picked up by his scruff, tail tip dragging on the ground. his collar clinked as she shook him a bit

um.. Arias- Wesker. my name is Arias Wesker

he tried his best to give an apologetic look; he really didn’t want to get on this massive woman’s bad side