Re8 - Blog Posts
Yet another Bela video I have saved
@angstyanon0 Here you go!
CW: Dash of Angst, Soft Alcina but also slightly pissed off Alcina
You walk with a limp, excruciating pain radiating from your leg. Not enough to make you cry but just enough to make you grimace in pain every time you have to move it. Bela materialized from the flies. “Hey Y/N! How was wo- Holy- Alright, don’t say a word, stop moving your muscles. I’ll be back with mother.” Your eyes widen as you raise your hand to stop her but she’s already disappeared in the flies.
“Mother!” Echoes reverberate throughout the castle. “Bela, what happened?” You hear Daniela. “Y/N’s injured!” “Alert mother immediately!” Cassandra huffs, materialing in front of you.
"Afternoon, if you'll accompany me..." Cassandra begins to drag you along, but your shriek of pain causes her to come to a halt. “Right. Injured. Sit tight. Mother will be here any second.”
“Cassandra, I’m alright-” “Y/N?!”
Ah shit.
That voice was always familiar to you. It was always calm and controlled, but today was not one of those times. Alcina's tone was tense, even panicked. That frenzied energy lights her eyes when you meet them.
“What happened?” She cradles your face with her hand, when you hiss in pain she withdraws her hand to look at your cheek. “Burns.” When you try to get up, pain overtakes your body. When you collapse onto the couch, however, the agony is just as intense if not worse.
“Y/N!” “I’m fine! I’m fine!” “No, you are not ‘fine’.”
She takes you up in her arms as you try to get up again, preparing to show her how obviously not “fine” you are. "I'm not going to let you do that again." She returns her gaze to her girls, who are equally worried and anxious.
“Thank you, my lovely daughters.” They all nod before disappearing in a flurry of flies. You can hear a conversation between them start. As she held you in her arms, her rich fragrance enveloped you. She hasn't spoken anything since the two of you arrived, but her eyes are a raging torrent of emotion. She gently presses you into the bed, inflicting you less agony than you've previously endured.
“Alcina?”
Her eyes meet yours in the mirror.
“Yes, draga mea?” “What’s wrong?” “You’re hurt, and you’re acting as if it’s not important.” “Because it isn’t!” “No more words.”
You go silent, and she continues to look for something; you can feel the stress building in her shoulders as she searches.
“What are you looking for-” “Please, give me a moment.”
You go silent once more. She hums as she finds a small container. It’s burn cream. She walks toward you. “Remove your garments, I need to see everything; All of the burns, the marks, everything.” You nod, undressing as much as you can without hurting yourself more. When you begin to take off your pants, she stops you with a finger.
She applies the burn cream where needed and tended to your leg herself. She whispered a curse under her breath when she found out your leg was broken. She looked at you with the softest look before looking down at your leg again. Using only the softest fabric, she wrapped your leg and sat behind you.
She softly drew you to her and propped your leg up on one of her cushions. Her head rested on yours as she held you close. "Draga mea...I'm furious with you." As she kissed your forehead, her voice was sweet. "Do you realize how important you are to me? You mean everything to me, understand?"
When you look up at her, all you see is genuine emotion. She meant everything she said. She draws you in a little closer. You had frightened her; you had upset her. "I understand."
“Good. Now you should attempt to get some rest. I'll watch over you.”
Bela: Would you rather eat Tiger...
Noir: Never.
Bela: Or a matterbaby.
Noir: The...darlin'...What's a "matter baby"
Bela: Nothing kitten, what's wrong with you?
Noir: 😳
RE8 OC!
Out of pure boredom, I decided to show you all my RE8 OC!
He is a transman-thing be kind.
He also supposed to be...a...lot like me.
Name: Noir Addams
Birthday: February 26
Current Residence: The Addams Manor (Neighbour of House Dimitrescu)
Gender: Transgender Male (FtM)
Pronouns: He/They
Sexual Orientation: Queer
Nationality: British
Spoken Languages: English, Greek, French
Occupation: Poet
Rundown of Personality: A flirt. The Dictionary description of a DnD Bard.
Habits: Looks at nose a lot, shredding paper without thinking, biting lip, tugging at ear, fiddling with their rings and earrings.
Paired With: Bela Dimitrescu
That's what I got for now! Expect writing between Bela and Noir ^^ Or just random Bela content. Either one-
*Loud screaming from the other room*
Me: I don't like blondes
Also Me:
Bela...my love.
Soft Alcina fluff
Maybe trader comes home, had a bad day and just curls up in bed and cries and Alcina finds her and then comforts her?
Of course, dear! Let me get that for you! I'm working on a new writing style so I apologize if it's a little wonky.
The day began in the same way as any other day would. You’d trade with the rich, the poor, the working class, and so on. But, today was...different. The energy was off somehow. Maybe you picked it up from a stranger on one of your trades or maybe it was the energy of the village waring you thin.
You return to the place you call home, House Dimitrescu. You’ve only been there for a couple of months. Since the day Lady Dimitrescu courted you that one evening while you were having tea.
You silently walk in, the ill mood weighing on you.
“Afternoon Y/N! You’re in a bit early, hm?” Daniela says with a bright smile. When she sees your expression, her grin fades. “Oh...What happened?”
You turn to the youngest sister and shake your head, indicating that you are unable to speak. She gives a nod and then vanishes in a swarm of flies. After a leisurely tired walk, you arrive to the room you share with your beloved. You drop all of your things and collapse onto the enormous bed.
Tears well up in your eyes all of a sudden. At first, it was slow and silent. When your sobs start to follow, they fall harder.
You don’t know why you’re sobbing. The sheets were infused with your beloved's fading aroma.
“I barely heard you come in, draga mea.”
She emerges from the bathroom, a thin blood crimson cloth trailing behind her as she approaches your curled form. She cradles you in her arms, wiping away the tears that have begun to well up in your eyes.
“What is the matter, dragă?” She speaks softly as she kisses your forehead with the gentlest of kisses. You nuzzle closer to her soft skin as you shake your head. Alcina strokes your back softly, whispering the sweetest comfort to you.
“You can tell me when you’re ready, draga mea. Or you don’t have to tell me at all.” She breathes into your hair softly. You ultimately tell her everything when you're ready. You explain everything and she listens fully, granting you her full attention. She kisses your forehead gently before speaking once more.
“It’s okay, draga mea. Let's get you out of these garments, and I'll summon a maiden for you. Your favourite tea is F/T, yes?”
If you've never seen it, here you go, love.
Just the ending.
"Y'all seem to really like her."
Understatement of 2021
I found this and had to just give it a round of applause.
Did I miss something?!
Did I- DID I MISS SOMETHING?!
WAS THAT ON ACCIDENT?!
WAS THAT ON PURPOSE?!
THIS BRO. WHY CANT SHE PLAY ALCINA?!!