#donna re8

[eyesofsix]

burned photo

[donnas-dollface]

Courage Boosts;

Donna, pretending to joke: So when are you going to go out with me?

Y/N, looking at her: I don't know, when are you going to ask me to?

Donna, going red under the veil: ...

...

Angie: And you just walked away?!

Donna, head down in at her kitchen table: I wasn't expecting them to flirt back!

[celezztia]

Lil Donna doodle I did after a long week.

[fengxdeep]

Succubus Donna beneviento

[donnasmeatballs]

PRESENTING DONNA IN A SUIT!!!

(Posts this and scurries away)

(No but fr no one seems to cosplay Donna variants like they do with Lady D 😔)

[rosestarlightkatarina]

The night.

Donna Beneviento x reader

This one is all about fluff and sleepy atmosphere

I hope you enjoy🖤🌙

No doubt today is a way too harsh on you. Everything is out of hand and it makes you feel even more exhausted. But the most frustrating thing is that you don’t have any chances to meet the doll maker, let alone a little talk to her. She acts more like a pretty ghost in a pretty old house and you try to copy this behavior. Expect Angie. The only one thing you have to do for being the reason of her laugh or anger is breathing. Even sleeping isn’t always a good cause for her to stop. You must be more creative than that. But you two seem to get along recently. It’s actually a miracle how you are still alive. Consider yourself lucky. However some horrible questions about their true intentions come to your head every night. And the only one person, who knows the answer, is ignoring your existence, preferring the company of her own. Except Angie, of course. When the sun hides behind the waterfall, the owner of the manor comes from somewhere, takes her continuously chatting feral creature and disappears. You can swear she has some teleportation skills. For one moment you could say she was an illusion or a fever dream of yours. But there was always Angie with her bites to make you deny these thoughts swiftly. Still your various assumptions are never gone. This night does not differ from the others. Eyes are shut but mind is overwhelmed. Thus, after some useless attempts to fall asleep, you find yourself wandering around the empty house until you see the dim light coming from the slightly open door. The curiosity wins so you have no choice but come a little closer on your tiptoes. Behind the crack there is your lady, painting a little porcelain face, all alone. Just her and soft sound of creating a new friend. Something about this view makes you stay, watching her work quietly. That’s impolite to stare you think when it’s too late. Unfortunately, the period of time is long enough to get noticed by her. Now you are caught and there is no way back. You have to speak.

"My lady, I apologise for interrupting you. I didn’t mean anything bad. I have an insomnia. Please may I stay here? Just for a little while." You say that so fast as if you are ready to get killed for your audacity. But the slight nod is the only response you have.

You hoped for this reaction but wasn’t really prepared. So you just froze for a few seconds before finally making your way through the room, looking at its beautifully arranged furniture. Still something, without any sign of mercy, is beckoning you to come to her as closer as possible. Besides, the is always a chance for you not to see the tomorrow morning. So you just decided to use all of your carriage to keep this opportunity. You slowly got down on the floor next to her, waiting for any sign of her disapproval to run away and blame yourself for such a stupid behavior for the rest of your life. You don’t know exactly what you are doing. It’s really hard to use the brains when every part of your soul is screaming inside you. Fortunately and scarily, she didn’t show any urge to stop you. You just closed your eyes, leaning your cheek to her dress to feel the soft material caressing your face. Every little thing about this woman is soothing and cosy. You can’t help this atmosphere wrapping you up in its embrace. You have been waiting for these minutes for too long that it almost makes you cry in relief. You feel like you’re in heaven and it suits your thoughts of being probably already dead just fine. It’s like being asleep and you look exactly this way when her fingers runs through your locks. Your heart is about to fly away from the chest but you don’t dare to move, relishing the soft touch. It would be unforgivable to scare this precious moment off. She keeps gently stroking your hair, sometimes drawing circles and flowers on the top of your head. You do your best not to tremble and pretend to sleep. But after half an hour it is not an acting anymore. You don’t realise how tired you are so…you wake up. In your bed. In your room. Is it just another dream? Who knows. Well, only the one may know.

[zack-agere]

Donna Beneviento from resident evil 8 stimboard !

requested by anon !

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note : I only realised after making this that it was an agere stimboard, so if you want something more agere related, feel free to request again !

[frogyjones-art]

Fanart I drew of Angie and Donna Beneviento dying in a glue trap

[cloudn9neofficial]

I'm... I'm so silly....

I legitimately cannot breathe.........

[much2leite]

To anyone wondering, my plan for this blog was never to make it an exclusive shrine for one character, but God has my obssession with Donna gone out of control 🤸‍♀️

If anyone knows a good therapist, don't bother, I have one and I'll never admit to her that I'm a level 1000 psycho 🤫

[runnibabbit]

I don't write much, but I would like to, so here's a bit of babygirl Donna re8

Donna wasn’t always quiet.

When her parents died, when Claudia died, when Mother Miranda took her in, cared for her, loved her, then threw Donna away once she had no more use, Donna was not silent.

Nobody ever knew, though. They didn’t know because she was alone. So achingly alone. 

Donna screamed. She wept, sobbed, cried, mourned, and let her tears fall with or without sound. It didn’t matter. Nobody was around to hear.

She had Angie, though. Right? Angie, a gift from her father. Her dear, beloved father who threw himself off a cliff to get away away away from his wretched excuse of a child. Her dear, beloved father, who carved, weaved, sewed, and sculpted for over a year to create the beautiful doll that was Donna’s best friend.

Of course, when Donna talked with Angie, she had to provide both sides of conversation. At first. Donna found that, over time, Angie talked more, and Donna herself less. Much less.

It’s not like anyone wanted to hear her voice.

[donnas-dollface]

Y/N: Donna… I’m bleeding…

Donna: Oh no no no… what’s your blood type?!

Y/N: B positive…

Donna, going into hysterics: I’m trying to but you’re bleeding!-

[celezztia]

More doodles of Donna, vampire Donna and sapphic kisses with a maid bc I adore her sm

[fengxdeep]

i think in the mafia au donna makes the drugs and grows the sticky icky. shes buff because on the side she also works on cars

[donnasmeatballs]

The one decent video I got as her 🥲

[rabbit-head-007]

“Heisenberg, be nice to your sister”

I wish we got more content of the lords interacting because it was funny as hell and very endearing and I just *know* Heisenberg got on people’s nerves intentionally - case in point, Donna