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Me when Alcina tries to get me to drink her "special" wine.

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Donna when one of the lords stops by for her monthly mental health check-in.

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I'm sorry but this is genuinely one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I can hear his voice and everything.

Thank you 😊

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Resident Evil Village Characters as Brooklyn 99 gifs - Part 2

*I own none of these gifs*

I simply happened upon them like a blind raccoon sniffing out pizza crust in a dumpster, real hit or miss.

In the immortal words of Jim Carey in the Grinch: "One man's trash is another man's potpourri."

Ethan after encountering Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela in Castle Dimitrescu.

Miranda when her "children" learn she was just using Ethan to dispose of them.

Rose after she was put back together again.

Me initially coming to the Fandom for Alcina...

But staying for Karl Heisenberg ❤💙💜

Also me when Heisenberg is holding Ethan over the hole in the floor.

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Heisenberg when Donna asks his advice on how to get the mutant baby to sleep at night.

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hi if your still taking RE8:V requests can you please give us some Protective!Cassandra headcannons? 👉🏻👈🏻 I like to think that she’s the meanest of all of them but fiercely protective of her sisters (particularly Daniela) and mother. Like... she can make fun of them but only she can do it, if anyone else even tries their throat will be cut.

Don't get it twisted, Cassandra is the HBIC, at least with her sisters.

She is the classic middle child, and Bela has always been the most reserved despite being the oldest, allowing Cassandra to dominate most of the conversations.

Cassandra absolutely loves messing with her sisters -- although her target is usually Bela, just because it's fun to ruffle her feathers and Daniela is too off in space to prank.

No matter what Cassandra plans to freak out Daniela, the youngest sister takes it in stride. It just isn't satisfying. She's a lot like Donna in that way, always in her own world, and any attempts to mess with her fall on deaf ears.

She has taken recently to leaving lycan heads in Bela's bed after seeing some old film she had stolen from Heisenberg. The Godfather, was it? She didn't really remember, nor did she care. Too many manthings on screen.

Based on some of her bloodier pranks, some might assume that she hates her sisters. That is patently untrue. After all the opposite of love isn't hate, its indifference; and Cassandra was anything but indifferent to Bela and Daniela. She really did love her sisters, and snobby remarks and dangerous/disgusting pranks were the medium through which she communicated that love.

Despite her inability to properly prank her, Cassandra had a soft spot in her heart for Daniela, often answering for her when Lady Dimitrescu called on her in their small family meetings.

So when Ethan came bursting into their castle, Cassandra was on the warpath. "No one fucks with my sisters but me!" was the sole thought in her head as she hunted him through the castle, just itching to tear his head from his body.

She was not about to let some stupid manthing come into her home and harm her family. That was her fucking job!

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Mutated fish Moreau head canons?

Salvatore Moreau Drabble - You're My Person

Sorry I decided to make it a drabble rather than short headcanons. Couldn't help myself 🤗

A bit of Moreau's background, but Modern! AU

Platonic! Moreau x Gender Neutral! Reader

Self-conscious Moreau, long-time friend Reader

You were an old family friend of Salvatore, but unlike him and the rest of the Lords and Ladies, you had left the village prior to Miranda's mutations.

You haven't seen Sal in a long time, thinking of him often. So were thrilled when your phone rang out of the blue. Little did you know, he had changed... a lot.

After you had gotten out, Moreau pushed off calling you for as long as possible. You were under the impression that he held your escape from the village against you... but you feared even worse.

Was it possible that he had forgotten about you? Out of sight out a mind, as the old saying goes. Days turned into weeks, then months with all of your calls bouncing due to a "busy line". You've known Sal your whole life, and a busy line wasn't likely.

After over a year of trying and failing to get back in contact with Sal, your phone finally rang.

In your excitement upon seeing his name pop up and hearing his familiar pet name for you, you almost didn't notice the difference in his voice. It was deeper, almost water-logged.

He didn't say much, but you knew something was wrong. He was your person, and before the conversation had ended, you were already making plans in your head to surprise him. One day back in the Village wouldn't kill you, would it?

You booked a red eye flight, not sleeping, to worried about what could be going on with Sal.

You were able to find a car willing to take you to the edge of town, and you tooks one of your old secret ways down to the water.

You waited for Sal patiently, hoping to surprise him. It was you who was surprised when something moved under the dark water, slowly emerging from the reservoir.

You saw a hunched form break the surface of the water, and holy shit! Was that Sal?!

The form yelped in surprise, trying to turn around and resubmerge itself. You grabbed a hold of one wet arm, seeing a familiar tattoo. It was Sal! What had happened to him????

"Sal?! Is that you?" You almost yell at him, still not fully processing what you were seeing. He still looked mostly like his normal self, but you could see his face starting to stretch at the sides, and there were what looked to be small tentacles growing from his back.

Without looking at your eyes, he responds dejectedly, "Yeah, it’s me (y/n)... I just never wanted you to see me like this. I'm a monster." You see his shoulders start to shake with his silent tears.

You release his arm, placing your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at you.

The look in his red-rimmed eyes left you choking down your own tears. The pain and self hatred found there made you sick to your stomach.

"I'm sorry I called, I just wanted to hear your voice one more time..." Sal admits quietly.

You stroked his cheek gently, tears now rolling down your own cheeks freely. "No! No, Sal you're not a monster. You're my best friend! You're my person. This doesn't change that."

You were going to continue, but the air was knocked out of you when Sal rushed you in a tight (slightly soggy) hug, crying into your shirt.

His teary eyes glance up at you from his place against your chest, "Do- do you really mean it? You still love me?" He sniffles out.

You smile through your tears, "Of course I still love you, I'm your person, and I'm on your side. Forever." You whisper to him.

We'll figure this out, we can get him help, you think to yourself. You were determined to help him no matter what it took.

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RE8 Characters as Supernatural gifs- Part 2

Just some silly headcanon madness. It's devolving very quickly now. 😂🤪

Heisenberg trying to convince Ethan by sweetening the pot.

Me when Dimitriscu reached her final form.

Karl when Mother Miranda says he gets to deal with Ethan.

Karl trying to make up with Ethan after the whole thing with Exhaust Fan Eddie.

Moreau every five seconds.

The Fandom when they still stan Moreau despite all attempts to make him revolting.

Me when Karl keeps using Ethan's full name.

And finally, Donna just trying her best to participate in conversation with her siblings. She looks right at Alcina when she says it too.

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Me when Karl Heisenberg shows up in my dreams. 😍😈❤💦

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Manicure 💅 - RE8 Drabble

Lady Dimitrescu x Gender Neutral! Reader

SFW -ish

Here you go @witchygoddess666 hope you like it!

Friends to lovers 💕

You lived in a small cottage on the edge of the village, and you were able to stay out of the matters of Mother Miranda, as well as her children. For the most part, that is. Over the past year you had built up a bit of a rapport with Lady Dimitrescu, or Alcina as she insisted you call her.

You were quite intimidated by her at first, not because of her height necessarily (although that was a factor), but more because of her beauty and intelligence. She was the most poised woman you had ever seen. You just didn't see how you could possibly measure up.

You had written off any romantic notions involving you two a while back. You were happy just sit and listen to her talk about her daughters, or allow her to vent guilt-free about the pressures she was under from Miranda.

You weren't surprised when you heard your phone ring in the early evening. It had been obvious that something had been on Alcina's mind all week, but you didn't want to push her. It always was better to wait for her to come to you with her troubles.

You take a deep breath before answering, "Hiiiii, Alcina," you drawl out playfully, "what can I do for you on this fine Thursday evening."

"Oh hello dear (y/n), how ever did you know it was me?" Alcina calls back from the other end, a bit surprised.

"Well who else would be calling me? It's not like I have a particularly close relationship with anyone in the village." You explain before continuing, "Also, I have caller ID. So there's that." You chuckle.

"Oh yes, silly me. I forget that not everyone lives in a castle full of antiquities. I must inquire the Duke about getting one of those mobile phones." Alcina answers thoughtfully. "Anyways, I was calling on you to ask if you would like to spend some time with me this evening? I have something I could use your help with..." she trails off.

"Of course! I will be right over!" You answer, maybe a bit too enthusiastically.

"Alright dear, come find me in the lounge when you arrive at the castle." She says, and you can hear here hang up with a click.

With that you ran to your bathroom, surveying your appearance and trying to look your best. You looked down at your clothes, and then to your full hamper. This'll have to do, you think to yourself.

The trip up to the castle passed quite quickly. Before you knew it you were pushing open the large doors, making your way to the parlor.

You spotted her immediately. She was sat on a lounge chair in her dressing gown, complete with the silk robe, wine glass in hand. She was stunning. You took a second just to look at her. You watched her long neck as she swallowed her drink, pale skin catching the soft light of the chandelier.

Get it together! You mentally shout at yourself. You clear your throat, catching Alcina's attention, her face lighting up when her eyes met yours.

"Hello my darling (y/n), I must admit I didn't expect you quite so soon!" She greets you with a smile.

You smile back sheepishly before answering, "Oh you know I just thought if you needed help, I shouldn't keep you waiting." You rubbed the back of your neck self-consciously avoiding her gaze. You could feel your cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment.

"So what do you need done? A few bulbs need changing in the chandelier?" You ask, looking up to the ceiling.

"Oh no, nothing like that dear. It's just, my daughters are out for the night, and I don't have anyone to paint my nails. I haven't done them myself in ages, and didn't want to see the end result of my lack of recent practice. I thought I could use your steady hands in their stead." Alcina rises from her chair at to her full height. Even in bare feet she towers over you. She walks over to the vanity and pulls out a deep red polish from the top drawer.

She sits back down, crossing her legs, handing you the bottle of polish, and presenting her long fingers to you. Before you were 10 polish-free, perfectly shaped oval nails.

You look up at her, seeing a gentle, encouraging smile on her face. You carefully roll up her delicate sleeves, blood pooling in your face as you accidentally brush your fingers against the smooth skin of her arm.

You give her a look of apology, but she doesn't look bothered, in fact, it seems like she likes the feeling of your skin on hers. At least, that's what the coy smile on her face leads you to believe.

You take her cool, smooth hand in your own much smaller one, separating out her fingers. You start out on her thumb nail, careful not to push the little brush too far back into her cuticle. You make fluid strokes down the nail, blowing on the wet polish when you finish your coat. You hear a light gasp from Alcina, and you look up, thinking you might have done something wrong.

Instead you see her with her lips slightly parted, flushed cheeks, looking at you with what looked suspiciously like desire. It deepened into something else, like admiration, or maybe even love. There was a softness in her eyes that you had never seen before.

No, you had to be imagining it. You shook off your thoughts and continued on, painting one nail after another, gently blowing on each one to try and set the polish.

As you placed Alcina's freshly painted hands flat on the table, she does something that surprises you. Before you even know what's happening, she's up out of her seat, leaning over the table and attaching her lips to yours. After a moment of shock you respond, and she moans lowly as you start kissing her back.

Her hands still placed firmly on the table, you thread your fingers through her dark hair, pulling her upper body further into yours, deepening the kiss.

Alcina's tongue slips into your mouth, massaging yours. You eventually pull away, very aware that you need to breathe. It takes you a minute to process what just happened, so you just stand there, looking at Alcina's smeared lipstick, knowing that your own face was covered in it.

You finally break the silence, "If you wanted to kiss me Alcina, all you had to was ask."

"Oh love, I want to do a lot more than kiss you, just wait until my nails are dry." She says, bewitching you with her hooded eyes.

You pick up and read the bottle, "Sets in five minutes" it says.

You look up at Alcina, showing her the label. "Only about a minute left." You tell her with a shit-eating grin.

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Resident Evil Village Characters as SNL gifs ~~ spoilers

I had a lot of fun making this one! 😊

Heisenberg doesn't go for dolls, but Donna ropes him in by making him a puppet of himself. He now stops by three times a week to vent through Karl Jr.

Moreau yelling this at tourists, trying to get them to hang out. It works about 20% of the time.

Angie trying to bond with Ethan after he escapes the lycans.

Moreau talking about how he's going to die alone with Heisenberg. Karl suggests broadening his horizons.

Karl internally when he sees Ethan for the first time.

Alvina watching Heisenberg celebrate Ethan taking out the village.

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✨RE8 Characters as John Mulaney quotes✨

donna:

moreau:

heisenberg:

alcina:

cassandra:

bela:

daniela:

duke:

miranda:

ethan:

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Karl Heisenberg NSFW Headcanon:

Female Reader x Karl Heisenberg

18+

Age difference - older male younger female

Karl Heisenberg loves tits and ass, but between you and me, he reallllyyyy loves your thighs. Particularly when they're wrapped around his head.

Speaking of head he would never turn down the opportunity for you to go down on him, but he finds giving to be far more pleasurable. And oh does he give. You had to tell him no for about a week until the beard burn on your inner thighs healed.

The man likes to put on a show, and he is definitely a show-off. But seriously, he approaches foreplay like it's an Olympic event. He scores perfect tens damn near every time.

He could last several rounds, and it was usually you that had to tap out.

While you usually have to beat him off with a stick just to get a bathroom break, there are times when he is self-conscious. He isn't a young man anymore, and even though the Cadou has prolonged his life, he has started to feel it more. Call it a midlife crisis.

You make sure to remind him just how desirable you find him whenever he starts referring to himself as "a dirty old man". Besides, you loved that dirty old man, and you were over 18, perfectly capable of deciding for yourself.

Despite his insecurities, he definitely gets off on the age difference. He often calls you baby girl, and desperately wants to take care of you, inside of the bedroom, and out.

He also loves fucking you in different spots around the factory -- especially on his work table, bent over, ass up in the air.

You two have been caught by Alcina barging in, huffing about something or other Karl did that offended her sensibilities. Now when it happens he doesn't even stop -- giving her just another reason to berate him.

He doesn't say "I love you" often, but when he does, you know he means it. There wasn't a doubt in your blissed-out mind.

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Resident Evil Village Characters as It's Always Sunny gifs 🌞 🍺

Alcina when Heisenberg calls her daughters "sister wives".

Moreau emerging from the reservoir.

The Duke @ Ethan when he finds out Rose is in pieces, split between the Lords and Ladies.

Heisenberg playing the wrong tape for Ethan in the factory.

Heisenberg when Ethan refuses his offer.

The one time Donna speaks at a family meeting.

Moreau inviting you into his home.

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Could you do hc’s of the Dimitrescu’s with a GN!reader who’s having a panic attack please?

Howls --

Gender Neutral! Reader

Soft! Alcina, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela

TW! Anxiety Attack

You had lived and worked in the castle for the past few years. You had been captured in the village by Lord Heisenberg, but Lady Dimitrescu had managed to save you from becoming another one of Mother Miranda's experiments. She would never tell you this, but she saw something similar to her old self in your fear-stricken face.

Your terrified eyes reminded her of when she too was alone and vulnerable. She didn't want to watch you passed around between here adoptive siblings, or even worse, see you become one of Miranda's personal experiments.

She set you up in a cozy room deep in the castle, far away from where guests were entertained.

All three of Alcina's daughters took to you immediately. They became your protectors, never allowing you to travel outside of the castle walls without at least one of them as an escort. You were just too valuable to them.

You really weren't expected to do anything around the castle, but the longer you sat around, the more you felt like a pet rather than a part of the family.

This is something you worried about a lot actually. Call it Stockholm syndrome, or whatever you want, but you couldn't help feeling the need to belong. Part of you felt like because you were still human, you weren't really a part of the family. You felt temporary, which was just reinforced by how vulnerable you were.

The howls that rang out in the cool night air never failed to fill you with fear. The lycans were getting bolder, sniffing around for prey closer and closer to the castle. You knew that Alcina and the girls wouldn't be bothered, but you didn't want to be torn to shreds.

Soon enough your nightmares were filled with flashes of your brutal death, no one around to save you.

Bela found you one night in the kitchen, curled up under the counter, shaking and sobbing. No matter what she did, your breathing never slowed, all of the blood drained out of your face.

Your panic continued as she ran screaming through the halls, calling our for her mother and sisters, telling them that something horrible was happening to you. You were still focused on the loud howls coming from outside, terrified that the beasts were going to get you.

Alcina, Cassandra and Daniela of course immediately thought that the whole fucking castle was under siege. The all came rushing to your aid. Alcina herself, after trying and failing to find the assailant put two and two together. Your sisters tried to question her when she reached down, scooping you up like a child. She simply shushed them and stroked your back, humming an unfamiliar, but extremely calming tune.

When you were able to breathe again you explained what had happened, and that you couldn't stand the lycans anymore. You just couldn't take it. You couldn't spend your nights in fear.

Alcina wiped away your tears and sent you off to bed with the girls, who piled into your bed that night, allowing you to feel truly safe for the first time in a long time. You drifted off, small smile across your exhausted face, because you knew that they cared about you. You were always a member of their family... you just needed to see it.

You didn't hear any lycans around the castle after that.

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Idk if you do headcanons for the Duke because I haven't seen any a d I'm on mobile 😅 but how about some general dating headcanons for the good lad?

Dating the Duke Headcanon

Gender Neutral! Reader

Just a silly headcanon I thought you might enjoy. No warnings apply. (Also I thought he looked like the blonde child from Shrek and couldn't resist using the gif)

We all know that the Duke isn't the most mobile person in the village, so you go to him for most of your meetings. Although, there was one time that he was so desperate to see you that he scrambled up some of the villagers to carry him over to your cottage. He was having a Cleopatra moment that day. It was quite a sight to see.

The Duke's interests lie mainly in accumulating goods, and coming out on the better end of deals. As should be obvious, he had quite the love for food. But no matter what dinner was set at the table at the end of the day, he couldn't enjoy it unless you were there beside him.

His main love language is gift-giving, showering you with luxurious gifts as often as possible. It did get out of hand there for a while, you really didn't have space for all of the expensive trinkets that were delivered to you on a weekly basis.

All you really wanted was to be able to spend some quality time with him, cuddling into his big, warm body. He was like a giant teddy bear to you.

While some people might make a snap judgement about someone like the Duke, you looked beyond the physical. It was his little idiosyncrasies that allowed him to worm his way into your heart. You'd never tell him, but he sometimes, in between light snores, he haggles imaginary customers. There have been a number of times when you were startled awake by his voice rising, arguing with no one, but refusing to back down until he had won.

All he really wanted to do was take care of you for the rest of your days -- not to mention show you off to the rest of the village.

Especially to Heisenberg. The man had pursued you relentlessly for years, and it infuriated him to no end to see someone like the Duke possessing a claim on you. Oh well, sucks to suck.

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You're taking requests for re8?? Oh don't mind if I yes! Could I please requests headcanons for Karl, Alcina and (and Duke, if you write for him that is) with an asexual s/o? If that's too many characters, just Karl is fine ^^ Thanx <3

Resident Evil Village Headcanons:

Karl Heisenberg x Asexual! reader

Gender Neutral Reader

Soft! Heisenberg

A bit of Heisenberg fluff, no warnings needed. Just a slight mention of trauma.

Believe it or not, Karl isn't particularly bothered by your lack of sexual interest. I mean, he's been alone in his factory for so long, that he's just happy to have the company. It's even better that it's your company.

That doesn't mean that he isn't constantly coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, hugging you tightly and tucking your head under his scratchy chin. Interlacing your fingers with his, savoring the feel of your softer skin against his rough palms. He had a particular obsession with holding you close at night, stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

He is superrrrr affectionate, always wanting to be attached to some part of you, not that you mind.

Despite his outward persona, he makes you feel safe -- and you do the same for him. You're the only person around for miles that can calm him down when he goes into a rage about Alcina, or Miranda, or just random trauma that bubbles up.

You're his rock, and he'd do anything for you. In fact, he loves telling you at great length all of the things he would do just to see you smile.

It's no surprise to you when he tucks you away deep in the factory when Ethan Winters comes to the village looking for his daughter. You felt for the man, you really did... but you learned a long time ago that there was no use involving yourself in Miranda's affairs.

Not like Karl would let you, he is fiercely over-protective. You were lucky he even let you outside the factory walls after a close run-in with some feral lycans.

He thought about getting you a leash, but you thought that might be more for his benefit than your own. (Just because you don't have any interest in sex doesn't mean you're blind to Karl's preferences, he's about as subtle as a fucking hurricane).