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Lady D’s VA singing. Obviously this is from The Witcher but it applies pretty well to RE Village too. Kinda cool to imagine Alcina singing this haunting lullaby.

Congratulations to our girl!

We love you, Maggie!

Congratulations on winning best performance as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu in Resident Evil Village, Maggie Robertson! You deserve it!

"Please don't leave me alone..."

CW: Mentions of Carmilla

The two of you were having your regular afternoon in her room. The two of you would read together and you’d head back to your room and sleep for the night. But tonight that energy was a bit...off.

The two of you started a new book, Carmilla. It’s about a vampire named Mircalla Karnstein who feeds on young women. You’d heard the maidens around the castle talking about how the daughters are just like her. You didn’t see that as a bad thing but Bela did, apparently.

After a brief conversation on why not to read the book, you are thoroughly convinced not to read the book. You go to put the book back in the library until Bela’s voice sounds behind you.

“Please don’t leave me alone..” “What?” “I don’t want any of the maidens to murder me while you’re gone.” “And why would they do that?” “Because I’m like Carmilla…”

You discard the book to the floor, walking towards Bela. You take her into your arms, kissing her forehead. “You have nothing to worry about. Nothing to be scared about. Alcina nor your sisters would let something like that happen to you.” She nuzzles into your embrace, completely forgetting about the book.

Cicero 👁👁

OK- FUCK MBTI TYPES-

What Part do you sing while singing “Cell Block Tango”

Juliette: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.

Poison: Puppy...what did you do?

After That Aftermath

Nova: It is breaking and entering if you really think about it.

Juliette: A chonky dude with a white beard breaks into your house.

Andi: Like-

Juliette: Let me say it.

Andi: Go ahead...make me proud.

Juliette: Similar to Lebron James breaking you front door down saying "Want a sprite cranberry."

Andi: :loud wheezing:

Juliette: Or like the kool-aid man screaming "OH YEAHHHHHHH"

Locker Room Talk Pt.9

Nova approaches Nora while she's getting dressed for her next training lesson.

Nova: Nora *whispering*

Nora: Yes?

Nova: Why is everyone staring at me?

Nora: Hm?

Nova: The whole locker room...They are staring at me.

Nora: You are very beautiful, who wouldn't?

Nova: No...I mean...they keep staring at my pants.

Nora: Why do they keep staring at you pan-

Nora glances down at Nova's pants and her eyes widen.

Nova: What?

Nora: You...you don't feel that?

Nova: Feel what?

Nora: The...the...

Nora breaks into giggling.

Nova: Why are you laughing at me? This isn't funny.

Nora: No...it's how you're wearing your pants...you might as well just be in your boxer shorts.

Nova: Please explain...

Nora silently takes Nova's hand and drags her to the nearest shower mirror.

Nora: Look.

While Nora is laughing to the point of tears, Nova figures out what it is.

Nova: Oh...

Nora: Yeah...*loud wheezing* Mhm...

Nova: Please breathe..

Arin: Bye, have a nice day!

JD: Bye, I love you.

I'm so scared. How she do that-

Welcome to My Page

Merry meet, dear. I am a sarcastic poet.

Let me paint a scene so you can get to know me better...

We meet in a library...the library of lost dreams and found love. It is very quiet except the gentle flutter of pages and fingers going across the spines of century old books. Now...you sit in front of a person with almond brown skin and honey coloured eyes.

They seem to be humming “La Vie en Rose”

They are writing a note to “Beloved” whoever could that be...You wonder before waving your hand trying to get their attention. They gently tell you to hold on before signing off the letter with a cursive R. After you talk for a couple of moments they finally introduce themself.

Good Afternoon, I am Noir. You typically wouldn’t find me here, I enjoy writing in the comfort of my home but a friend of mine informed me of this library and...well I couldn’t stay away. I am a writer, you’d see a lot of writing on my page, as well as poetry. I grew up writing, my mother is a published authour and that is my goal if I can focus long enough. 

Anywho...I must be going, I have to store this letter somewhere safe. Have a good day, hm?