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IM BARKING IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE MY LOVE

Where are you going, little one?

DO NOT REPOST I have Pinterest I will fucking see it, DO NOT MODULATE, EDIT, SELL OR REPURPOSE MY WORK. Reblogs are welcome.

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2022 style bela-sketch walked so 2024 style bela-sketch could run.

I used to hate seeing my older art, I still cringe a bit. Though a part of me is so happy to see little characterizations I found beautiful then, still instinctively finding their way to translating into this new piece. I haven't sketched bela in a long time, I did it with no reference except the memory of this old sketch. Despite the warp of style and angle, she is the same. Despite everything it's still you kinda shit. It's the little things, hambone. She is soooooo

perfection

a face only a lesbian could love

"Why am I easy for you to forget like that?"

CW: Post Break-Up, Angst, Coffee Shop AU

You walk into your local coffee shop. You absolutely despised going on Wednesdays at this specific time because,

“Good morning, love. The usual?” “Daniela, you left me two months ago.” “Yes, I know.”

She rolls her eyes as she prepares your coffee, just the way you like it. "Do Wednesdays still strike you as hard as they did before without me?" Daniela gave you a sly grin. She has no right to say that! "Please, Daniela, don't start this shit. I'm not in the mood."

"When my lips were on you, Wednesdays weren't so unpleasant." “Daniela.” “Sorry! I can’t help but flirt!”

Your card is clenched between your fingers. "I'm done with you, Daniela. You abandoned me, and it hurt." Before she sighs, her eyes dilate. "Yes, I'm aware, and I apologize." She had a genuine look on her face.

“Give me the goddamn coffee so I can forget you for the week.”

She instantly snatches the coffee back, looking at you with a broad-eyed expression. Tears slowly start to well up in her eyes. “Why am I easy for you to forget like that? You just get your coffee and my face vanishes from your mind?” She clutches it in her fingers. You see the cup start to bend.

“Ideally, but that doesn’t happen, now does it? I still come back here.” “You are so full of shit!” “Says the one who left in the fucking first place!”

The lid of the cup pops off and the coffee splashes out. The two of you made a scene. Exactly what you needed this morning. “Look what you did, Daniela!” She throws the cup down and when she looks at you, it is pure hatred. She throws down the apron. She walks out of the cafe, and disappears in the middle of the road in an angry swarm of flies.

“I don’t want to let them go...”

CW: Just a dash of Angst.

“I don’t want to let them go…” Daniela sobs as she looks down at your battered body. Alcina had a maid tend to all of your wounds, and Daniela was allowed to remain in the room with you to keep an eye on you.

“You won’t have to, my sweetling.” Alcina whispered, kissing Daniela’s forehead before leaving the two of you alone. You are barely conscious but you still have enough strength to tap Daniela’s hand. She lifts her eyes to meet your half-lidded gaze.

“What are you so upset about? Hm?” “You got really hurt, Y/N! I was worried about you!” “You have no need to be...I’m fine now…”

Her lip trembles as tears rise up in her eyes. “No...no tears...Come here.” She gets onto the bed with you, her head under your chin as she gently sobs against your chest.

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-

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?”

I found this and had to just give it a round of applause.