Re8 Dimitrescu - Blog Posts

L-Lady D? What are you doing in my house??

Drawing this made me gayer

15+16. Vampire, candles; my favourite Dimitrescu girl, Bela 🩸🪲

(Please don't repost)

soaked in blood of a virgin

this art is old as shit dayum. id been drawing this picture for some time in august but it was finally completed yesterday

imagine this is what you see in last seconds of your life

published on DA in april 2 2022

"I don't have the strength to see you cry..."

CW: Scared Bela. Abandonment (In A Way), A Healthy Seasoning of Angst

Bela steps in, beaming, eager to inform you about the conclusion of her novel. When she steps in and finds you sobbing, she becomes a little alarmed. “Y-Y/N?” You're lying on the floor, sobbing over something Bela can't quite put her finger on.

“Would you like to me to get mother?” “No...it’s fine…” “I’ll leave you be then.”

Before stepping toward the door, she attempts a feeble grin.

“No...don’t go…” “Y/N...I don't have the strength to see you cry…I’m sorry...”

She opens the door and looks back at you. "I promise you will heal." She shuts the door behind her before thunking her head against it.

“If only I were strong.”

"You're the only thing I think I got right."

Source

CW: Happy Crying Romantic Daniela

Daniela and you take a stroll around the vineyard at Castle Dimitrescu. She grips your hand firmly. You two were laughing and smiling together while talking about nothing. Daniela then falls quiet.

“Dani?” “You know…You're the only thing I think I got right.”

When you glance at her, you notice tears welling up in her eyes. “Daniela? What's the matter?" She wipes the tears from her eyes and smiles warmly at you. "You are literally the most amazing person on the planet! And I'm happy to call you mine." She kisses your forehead before taking both of your hands in her own.

“You are so gorgeous, and smart, and you’re so fucking hilarious and-”

With a passionate kiss, you cut short her words. When you do this, it catches her by surprise, and you both fall to the ground. As she drapes her arms around your neck, you can feel the pleasant smile on her lips. When you break the kiss, you both speak at the same time, the same sentence leaving your lips.

“I love you.”

"Everything was fine until you came around."

CW: Angry but Soft Bela

“Bela, you’re not that good at hiding your emotions from me...You know that right?” “Everything was fine until you came around.” “What?” “You heard me, Y/N.”

She raises her head from her book before tossing it on the ground. "You entered the palace and concluded that I was what you want." You have a puzzled expression on your face as you stare at her. "B, that wasn't a choice... It occurred randomly, darlin-"

“Don’t call me darling, Y/N!”

You fall silent as you stare at her. Her expression is a combination of rage and perplexity. But you could sense awe in her eyes.

“I don’t know how to deal with this. This...feeling.” “What does is the feeling?” “I don’t know, Y/N!” “Explain it.”

She gives you the softest look she can muster. "It's soft...and warm." It's soft and warm, and it's nice." You turn to face her, raising her head to your level. You give her a gentle look.

“That’s what love feels like.”

"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.

"I wish you knew how much I adored you..."

CW: Death, Angst, Upset and Crying Alcina

“Mother!” Bela cries from alongside you. You had collapsed to the ground. Your heart had stopped for a brief period before starting to beat like a drum, the sisters had heard. "Mother! Y/N collapsed!" Daniela wailed and disintegrated into a swarm of flies. "Mother! Mother!" Cassandra shrieked and vanished among the insects. Bela softly nudged you, and she began to notice a slowing of your heartbeat and the color fading from your eyes.

"Come swiftly, Mother!"

As you lay on the castle floor, you could hear the countess' thunderous footfall. The steps abruptly come to a halt. Why had she frozen? She was never vocal about her feelings for you. She'd never be attracted to a mere mortal. When your eyes finally met hers, your world went black. Her eyes were fluttering with terror.

Daniela's eyes welled up with tears. She made an attempt to cheer everyone up.

"Maybe they were just exhausted!" sniffled Daniela with a soft chuckle. “I just watched Y/N die, Daniela! You can't say they were exhausted!" "I'm trying to lift your spirits, Bela!" "Well, Daniela, you're not lifting it now, are you?"

Cassandra joins in the dispute. It's too much for Alcina. Not right now, especially not right now. “Tăcere!” The three girls fell silent.

“This is not the time, nor the place.” “But mother-” “Ce tocmai am spus?”

The three sisters exchange a look of shame and sorrow. They could tell that this had a larger effect upon their mother than it did on them. Bela vanished amid a swarm of insects, signalling her sisters to follow her. They follow suit, leaving Alcina with you alone.

"I wish you had known how much I adored you..." Alcina sobs as she cradles your frail body. Your heart stopped beating, and you were utterly still.

I am going to start posting all of my RE8 writing pieces on my RE8 Blog! (With the exception of my Imagines and Incorrect Quotes) I have a new angsty little piece up for your enjoyment!

Imagine...

Bela is absolutely feral for you but the lust is bleeding through. She says each of the lines of the first verse of the song slowly to you, backing you against a wall. She turns you around where your front is on the wall as she whispers in a low growl...

"Tell me you want me."

Imagine...

Bela and you are playing around the castle. It's like tag in away. Something you say while she chases you makes her go feral. Her movements and advances aren't as playful and calculated as before. It was more...wild, like a you'd let a beast out of its cage to play. She was only a whisper away as she growled...

"My playful little one...I want to tear you apart."

This reminds me of Bela...it just...

Imagine Bela trying on Lady Dimitrescu's old clothes and finding out that they fit the curves of her body perfectly. She uses her hairbrush as a microphone and this song comes on. She starts dancing and singing. She pulls you up off the bed to dance with her. With the blessing of having Lady Dimitrescu as her mother, her voice is amazing.

Just...imagine.

“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.

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?”