ThaBigRadWolf @werewolfdani - Tumblr Blog

"Needy girl..."

; I keep forgetting tumblr exists... sorry. I'll make sure to post more often here though!

I have to share this art again because goddamn. If you ever have a woman look at you like this it makes you fucking feral. I never realized how much I’d lose my mind seeing Alcina looking like this.

God I love being WLW.

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #ladydimitrescu #art #re8 #fanart #resident evil #resident evil 8 #lesbian

walerichh

playing re8 rn dis shit so damn scary bro

shortycreates

RETURN OF THE MAC

No one will get that reference because I’m an old slag.

Here look at my mother.

This is a follow-up on the series I released back in 2021 which is weird as it feels so long ago now but whatevs. I based this on catholic/orthodox styles that you can kind of see in the game and wanted to do some cool tings with it.

I love you Alcina Dimitrescu, thank you for getting me back into drawing for myself again. Once again wish Capcom would do something more with you (I didn’t like the DLC guys, sorry woah… controversial.)

She’s an icon, she’s a legend and she is the moment.

countdraluka

Distracting myself from annoying sinus pain with some Miranda musings.

Namely that her approach to sexuality and intimacy is so detached, not to say utilitarian, that she spent a good two decades seeking the touch of a woman solely by impersonating the village girls' pitiful farmboy suitors for premarital coitus against a tree or other incredibly provincial scenarios. Sex is something she does while wearing the skin of another (usually a man, because it is the 1920s in rural Europe and while the Megamycete opens her mind in many aspects, the foundation is still firmly there).

So when sickly infatuated Alcina comes around and is practically trembling for Miranda to fuck her 1) as herself and 2) on a bed as opposed to on top of a haystack, she genuinely goes through a "oh shit, I could do that" moment.

And then she doesn't.

werewolfdani

This is how this wolf loves her Mirancina. A fucking hot mess.

#mirancina #mother miranda #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #re8

goofy-art

She just need some love 😔

goofy-art

Here's some more mirancina injoy :^>

iazsigma

*gives blushing alcina to the crowd*

werewolfdani

She’s the best

#art #resident lover #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu #re8 #lady dimitrescu #resident evil #lesbian

seraphiiem

She is 🖤✨

cookiekitten91

Well I promised I’d draw this, so I did. Le Tits vs Fettucine Milf, choose your fighter.

goofy-art

Them

goofy-art

I was bored and wanted to make cowgirl alcina 🤠

vanglaggle

u need to draw fatter arms it can't all go to the butt and thighs #SORRY

werewolfdani

Bellies too. I am in fact a tummy connoisseur and the fact people draw fat butts, thighs, and of course tits and neglect the belly is weird as hell to me. Also yeah arms too. Also for what it’s worth I am not sorry. It’s true.

the-castle-of-dimitrescu

"Alci? Please?"

You questioned, gazing up at her with the biggest puppy-dog eyes she'd ever seen yet. With a soft sigh, she leans back slightly in her chair to make herself more comfortable, waving you over with a smile.

"Of course, darling... You can feel her."

You smile broadly, moving to her side, your hands coming to rest on the swell of her belly, feeling for the life that moved within.

When the babe finally kicks, you can't contain your excitement, the smile stretching across your face as you glance between Alcina and her belly, your hands moving slightly to meet the next kicks as they come.

Alcina chuckles, her own hand coming to rest over yours, keeping it pressed against her belly as she smiles down at you.

"It won't be long now... She'll be here soon enough, my love." She hums, tipping your chin up so that you're looking at her. "I can't wait to see the two of you bond."

"I'm so excited, sotia mea... I never thought this would be possible... But here we are." You smile and she reciprocates, her thumb gently brushing over the fabric of her dress.

"What shall we name her, dearest?"

You mulled her question over, brows knitted together in thought, before finally looking up to meet her gaze.

"Elena... Elena Dimitrescu."

"A fine name... I love it."

She breathes, settling against the back of her chair once more.

"Dearest, would you stoke the fire please?"

"Of course, love... Would you like some fresh blood as well?"

She looks to you then with a devilish smile, her hand now encircling your arm, fingers brushing against your skin.

"You do have the sweetest blood, my love..."

She purrs, drawing a deep blush that stretches from your cheeks down to your chest, which earns a pleasant laugh from the countess.

"I'm teasing, darling. No need to look so flushed." She chuckles, cupping your chin in her hand. "That is, unless you'd allow me to have just a little taste."

You nod your head, your ears now bathed in scarlet, earning another chuckle from your wife.

"As long as you're willing, draga mea."

"Alci, we're married... What's mine is yours and whats yours is mine." You grin, meeting her gaze once more. "I'm always willing to spare a little blood just for you."

"Good girl... I'll hold you to that."

You grin like a schoolgirl, moving from her touch in order to reignite the fire in the hearth before returning to her side once more.

With tender hands, she pulls you up onto her lap, making sure you're comfortable, before gently running her canines over your skin, teasing you until you protest. It is only then when she plunges her canines into the space between your neck and shoulder, taking her fill until you tell her to stop.

She pulls back from your skin, grabbing her handkerchief and dabbing at her lips, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your head, pulling you as close to her as she could.

"Rest now, draga mea..." She breathed, brushing her fingers through your hair. "Rest and dream..."

You allow your eyes to close as she cradles you against her body, both of you relaxing in the warmth of the room and the warmth of being in each other's arms.