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chucapybara · 8 months
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reference. [a donna beneviento x maiden short]
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frustration abounds in the study of house beneviento. it is not uncommon to hear her groundskeeper and servant in such toil—donna found her to be quite the expressive woman, in truth, even if it is largely only to herself to whom she speaks, as her lady is occupied through many hours of the day tending to her dolls and sewing, mending clothing for clientele—but the nature of this particular instance brings to mind intrigue.
— (an unfinished drabble thing i wrote for a donna x maiden idea, but i never finished it, oops. i'll just drop it here anyway. more under the cut!)
though the walls are stone in the basement (barriers between herself in the workshop and you in the study), donna's hearing is impeccably attuned to all that lies within her home. with her link to her dolls, the lady beneviento often had a good sense of what was going on—though it did not quite provide the context behind your apparent ire.
"hey, what's all that ruckus about over there?" the shrill cry straight from angie's porcelain jaw echoes down the hallway. donna has half the mind to scold the doll, but finds difficulty in denying her own curious itch; and so, she allows angie to patter down to the study, listening to the clack of her animated steps.
your reply is soft, too much so for donna to catch wind of. you did not often raise your voice, and in truth, you rarely ever had any reason to do so; about as soft-spoken as she was, donna found your company pleasant. calming. you matched her energy, and even when you shared a space within a single room, there is a contentment in the silence that never quite brought discomfort.
donna takes a peek through angie's eyes, just for a moment, stilling her hands that cradled a new doll part.
there you sat, curled up on one of the chairs in the study. in your lap was your trusted journal: donna never came around to inquiring about it, wanting to preserve your sense of privacy, but now angie was clamoring up the chair's side and all but shoving herself into your lap.
you laugh at angie's insistence, and donna's heart skips. she feels your warmth through angie, even as the doll prattles on inquisitively about your work.
"sorry! i wasn't interrupting your beauty sleep, was i, miss angie?"
your voice is soft, warm: honey on the tongue, the slightest rasp twined in it. already, the mere sound of it is soothing to donna's craft-addled thoughts.
"i wouldn't be here if you didn't," angie grumbles, but she peers down at the page in your hands nonetheless. "the hell are ya workin' on?"
"a sketch," you respond simply. on the paper is the remnant of a face mildly familiar to donna, the pencil lines erased in multiples, leaving behind the echoes of your attempts at capturing the image of whoever this muse of yours was. "it just… doesn't feel right. i've been at it for an hour! no matter how i go about this, it doesn't work."
(what was that pang in her heart? why did donna's ribcage wrinkle in displeasure at the thought of you thinking of someone else, to be so vexed this way?)
"come ooon, drawing isn't that hard!" angie flaunts. donna catches the huff of protest you exhale, and she chuckles to herself. your interests and donna's overlapped: something the two of you discovered early on in your months of servitude under house beneviento. you wrote more than you sketched, so donna knew that if this page troubled you, it must have great importance to warrant such determination.
"i mean, have you tried it?" you raise an eyebrow at angie. "it can be tough, miss angie."
"that's don-don's job!"
"to make you look pretty in artworks?"
"you're getting it! but what's got your ass in such a pinch, anyway?"
you recline in the chair, stretching out your legs with a sigh. "it's…" swiveling about with quick glances, you check for something that donna can't determine. "i'm… sketching someone precious to me. i've made so many tries, but every time, i find myself unhappy with it. it's already erased before i can look at it for anything more than a minute."
that pinch again. donna clasps a hand over her heart, steadying her breath. who was this mystery person, and how—why did they captivate you so? and why did donna care so much?
when she refocuses, it is to a lapse in the conversation. you seem flustered, a light rose on your cheeks as angie crosses her arms. "if it's nagging at you so much, then just go ask her!"
"i-i can't just ask her! what if she's busy? i know it's terrifying to have to sit there and watch as someone pens a portrait of you."
"not for me it ain't! c'mooon, save yourself the trouble! it'll be easier to have the real thing right up in your face!"
her? who was her?
donna severs the link in the next moment, and when she comes to, the light weight of the doll limb in her grasp and the carving tool between her fingers becomes a grounding anchor. donna brushes a stray hair behind her ear, her brow furrowed.
she ought to ask you, if her curiosity burned this fiercely in her mind; but posing any inquiries would only let you know that she was eavesdropping through angie.
a chord of guilt strums in her chest, and donna breathes out its song in a burdened sigh.
donna is patient. your initiative matters greatly to your lady beneviento, even with your shared nature of quietude. if it truly plagues your soul, this picture you cannot quite capture with your pencil, then it is all she can do to hope that you might approach her about the matter for advice.
edit: i speedran the second part, here! enjoy!
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rosestarlightkatarina · 7 months
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This account is not working properly
So there is a new one @rosestr5residentwomenlover
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aesthetic-all · 2 years
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Lady Beneviento, how very unexpected, who’d have known this side of you, lovely lady.. *blushing*
it’s yearning Donna’s hours, I couldn’t help myself
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geistergreen · 4 months
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Hooked on The Devil's Den fic... Donna lurking in silence in the church kills me because it reminds me of that bit from the Office where Angela scares tf out of Dwight.( and I love it)
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Link, chapter 30 was the inspiration:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293
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atropalugosi · 4 months
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I have been thinking about Alcina calling MC Donna's pet for days now so have some more silly gay shit featuring basically what went through my head upon reading that little piece of dialogue 😅
"Oh, Donna! What a pleasant surprise to see you out of that shop for a ch-" professor Dimitrescu stops dead in her sentence, a nasty scowl overtaking her 'pleasantly surprised' face upon seeing Valeria. "And why, pray tell, is your PET with you?"
"Alcina!" Donna sounds absolutely livid and scandalized, glaring harshly at her adopted sister. "What would M-"
Donna goes on to presumably scold the professor, but Valeria can't focus on it when Alcina's words echo in her brain. 'Pet'... she really wouldn't mind being Donna's pet not that she was thinking of it. But what sort of pet? The novice botanist imagines herself with puppy ears, following her boss around and tending to her every whim. It was hardly a farfetched daydream, but something about it just doesn't stick.
Then an image comes to mind; the look on Donna's face when they saw a cat during their walk. She was completely enamoured. Valeria pictures the woman looking at HER like that, smiling like she were the most precious creature on the planet. Would Donna want it, she'd be more than happy to sport kitty ears and a bell collar to boot, curled up on the botanist's lap while she has her tea. Maybe Donna would even pet her head, calling her "mia cara gattina" or-
"Let's go," Donna's voice cuts through the girl's thoughts, hand claiming her own and pulling her towards a side room.
"Sì mammina," Valeria replies without thinking.
All three women go silent as Valeria feels her entire body combust. Donna looks rather red in the face herself, staring at her in shock and appall. Alcina looks as though the redhead had just proven a point of hers.
"The porcelain and marble working rooms are soundproof by the way," the professor chimes in, causing the flower shop workers to blush further. Donna tries to compose herself, grip tightening on Valeria's hand.
"Let's... get started on your project," she practically squeaks. Valeria can do nothing but nod dumbly and follow along, doing her best not to embarrass herself or Donna further.
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p-jtarts · 2 months
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When it’s Donna’s turn to play
@cookiekitten91 I had to add the blush at the end
(Maid’s design not mine)- design down here
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sassy-french · 2 years
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POV : You show Dani what filters are and she’s the absolute cutest 🥺
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ilovedonnabeneviento · 9 months
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She's just sittin in the corner like: wtf??
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mellythesimp · 10 months
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best friends ever!!!
like i swear really they actually like eachother. donna is like kaerie's sanest friend (except that she isn't)
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viioletgarden · 8 months
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hello resident evil art community!! i've been lurking for a longgg time and i'm trying to hone my art so i can post more about these ladies because i love them :>
i was really really inspired by @k-0re and @hattersarts when i started drawing for the fandom so i wanted to add credits to them!!
i'd really love to be more involved and draw more resident evil so if anyone wants to see anything in particular of these characters pls send me asks :]
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Encountering Ethan Winters (Lady Dimitrescu x FemReader) Angst
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Warnings: Gun reference, major character death(s), big sad
Summary: The reader and Lady Dimitrescu are married and have been living a pleasantly domestic life for years. Takes place during the story, specifically, during the Castle Dimitrescu section. —
Alcina had been particularly frustrated lately. A strange man had been seen spotted in the village since Rose took residency here. He was a mere man, how could he cause Alcina such distress? You were sitting on the sofa in your and Alcina’s room when she entered. She looked burdened. “Is there something wrong?” You peered from your book to look at her. “Nothing, dragă.” She gave you a half-hearted smile and sat down beside you with poise. Her hand found its way to you as she ran it through your hair soothingly. “Do you remember that man sighted in the village?” You nodded in confirmation. “He’s found his way here. The girls have him chained to the ceiling in the guest room. I don’t know how to deal with him.” She exhaled in confliction. “He’s here? Isn’t that dangerous?” “We’ll be fine, my love.” She stood up and bent over to kiss your forehead before leaving the room. “I have to attend to our…. unwanted guest. I’ll return later, little one.” Hours later, she burst into the room. An infuriated aura encompassed her even more than before. “Alcina, what’s wrong?” You asked for the second time today. She was distraught and barely responding.
“Y/N,” she began, kneeling to your height. You can tell that it’s bad by her expression. “I’ve underestimated this threat… this man-thing. He’s…. defeated Bela.”
“Defeated? She’s dead?” You whispered as if it were a sin to be heard. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes. Bela was as much your daughter as a your wife’s.
“You can’t stay here; it’s not safe.” She spoke sharply. “I’ll call Donna and let her know that you’ll be staying there until I’m finished purging this scum from our sanctuary.”
“Just me? What are you going to do? You four—You three are just as unsafe as I am.”
“My love, my sweet, little dragă. Today, I’ve lost a daughter: I cannot lose you, too. Cassandra and Daniela have abilities to defend themselves with. You’re not weak, I’m well aware. But I need you to comply and stay safe.”
“You aren’t invincible, though. The dagger, I could take it with me and you’d have the upper hand.”
“Absolutely not. I’m not giving him a reason to go after you.” You nodded your head in understanding and began the walk to Donna and Angie’s house.
Satchel containing a small amount of personal items in hand, you traversed through the snow-covered courtyard. It was serene, but only temporarily. The engraved door leading to the opera hall caught your attention. You might as well head to the library and grab the novel you had planned to start today before your departure.
Entering the vast hall, you were greeted with the horrifying, exasperated wail of Daniela. A pang of fear and uncertainty spread from your heart, to your core, to your legs. He’s here.
You were frozen in your steps as the muted clink of his boots hit the carpeted stairs. Compared to the figures you’re used to seeing in your day-to-day life, he was minuscule. However, in comparison to your own stature, his height was dominating. He made silent eye-contact with you and all dignity eluded you as you cowered to the ground.
“Don’t hurt me, please!” You whimpered feebly. “What are you doing here? Who are you?” He asked, furrowing his brow. “You don’t look like one of them. Are you a captive?”
You remained silent. “My daughter was stolen by these monsters, too. I can help you escape if we work together.” He extended a hand to you, welcoming your cooperation. Still silent, you shook your head violently in rejection. “Fine, stay if you like. But you look like you need protection. I’ll take her down, trust me.”
“What? No, you can’t.” A jolt of courage sent you to grab his dominant arm. Before he could react, the pair of wooden doors opened abruptly behind you.
“You filthy rat!” Alcina exclaimed as she set eyes on the armed man. He quickly turned away from you and ran as she unsheathed her claws. When he had gained distance, he fired two shots from his handgun at her. It’s all for naught, but a firearm being shot at your wife still causes a feeling of perturbation in your stomach.
The man escaped her grasp and she redirected her attention to you. “Y/N,” She exhaled your name in relief, holding the skirt of her dress as she walks over to you. “Are you harmed? How dare that grotesque, filthy man-thing lay a finger on you! I’ll have his head if he even comes near you again.” She studied your features, kneeling to your height once again. Despite your apparent wellness, she was still searching for signs of injury on you.
“Alcina, I don’t want to look, but I think he got Daniela.”
“I know, dragă me, I know. Cassandra, as well.”
You couldn’t stand it. The despair was overwhelming. She held you in the center of the opera hall as you sobbed, your face buried against her neck. “I’ll take care of him, Y/N. I won’t let him get away with this. He can’t.” You had no response to her vow. “I love you.” She whispered.
“I love you too.”
She stood up and placed a warm kiss on your quivering lips before leaving. She left to finish him as he’d finished off your bloodline.
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ilovehugslikealotalot · 9 months
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Alright my lovelies, it’s time to choose!
So…i’ve picked three different fic series ideas and I wondered which one you all might be interested in!
all are Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader
Further Explanation of the middle option: R is a beautiful girl from the village whom all of her life has been convinced that Lady Dimitrescu is an evil woman. Her parents, make her work at Dimitrescu Castle to hopefully gain Alcina’s favor. Unfortunately, things don’t go as planned and r ends up falling in love, blinded to Alcina’s cruel nature. One day, Alcina injures r and r almost dies, she ends up okay but with a coldness to Alcina, there’s tension where neither one wants to apologize. Until one day…
(Not the best summary ik 😭)
Further Explanation of the last option: R is a princess from a very powerful kingdom, she is sent to live with Alcina for the time being due to some complications the kingdom is having, making it no longer safe for the princess. Miranda has instructed Alcina to develop a relationship with r so they can have a romantic relationship leading to Alcina marrying r and getting more power for Miranda. (Basically everything in a summary/nutshell)
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rosestarlightkatarina · 11 months
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The next day after Y/N was presented by any of Lords as their s/o to Mother Miranda:
Y/N, hesitantly entering the meeting
Mother Miranda: My dear Y/N, it’s so nice to see you here again. Please come in, sweet child.
Y/N, stepping back at her words: What's going on? What’s the matter? Am I going to be sacrificed today?
Mother Miranda: I brought you some treats as always.
Y/N: AS ALWAYS? You’ve tried to kill me more than six times yesterday. Are you bloody kidding me?
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re8-shitpost · 2 years
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Y/n: What's that sound?
Donna: Oh, I'm just playing my theremin
[Spooky Halloween music ensues]
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atropalugosi · 4 months
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Played through the Donna good end route on @resident-lover and had to do something with our favourite dollmaker's little flirt about drawing her during work.
So have a little post good end moment between her and my MC with as much awkwardness and gay panicking as should be expected.
"Can I draw you?" Valeria asks quickly and loudly, grasping the arm of Donna's chair with white knuckles. The botanist quirks an eyebrow at the younger woman, amused.
"You already know I don't mind, tesorina," she laughs teasingly, a sparkle in her eyes. It had been months since the two officially started dating, and things were going great, but still when Donna looked at her like that she couldn't help but feel like her next request would be stupid. Taking a deep breath, she readies herself and just rips the metaphorical bandaid off.
"Can I draw you like an Italian girl?" Valeria asks again, voice pitching embarrassingly. She watches anxiously as Donna's face blooms red and her jaw drops slightly, her eyes widening like a deer in headlights. Fuck! She shouldn't have asked that! It had just been a silly meaningless flirt the older woman had made to test the waters back then, why did Valeria think to bring it up again? She quickly pushes back and out of Donna's space, fully ready to fumble out an excuse to leave and die of embarrassment somewhere else.
"I'm sorry! Forget I said anything, I'm gonna go make us some tea or-"
"Dolcézza, wait!" Donna hurriedly responds, seeming to have gotten her bearings. She takes Valeria by the arm possessively, pulling her down so their eyes are level. "You... are asking me to pose for you," she blushes again as she squeaks out, "nude?"
The redhead nods slowly, her own cheeks heating up at the thought of her love agreeing. "Yeah- but! But only if you're comfy with that!" She says firmly, staring intently into Donna's eyes to let her know it really is okay to say 'no'. Her concern appears wasted though as a cheeky grin graces Donna's face.
"I was... sort of hoping you'd have asked again after we were interrupted the first time," she admits. Valeria's head feels about ready to explode with the way that small confession makes blood rush to her face. Donna truly was insatiable with her desire for the botanist in training. Feeling emboldened, Valeria leans in until their lips are nearly brushing and responds.
"Then let me help you undress and get ready."
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p-jtarts · 3 months
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Again, suggestive themes
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