#re8 the duke

[nwarrior777]

 capcom you fucking cowards

[harveywritings92]

Heisenberg, is forced to escort Y/n (Aka Duchess the Duke’s adopted daughter) back to the vardo: Oh, Shit. I gotta walk all the way to fricken Potter’s field. 

Y/n:...

Heisenberg, put off by Y/n’s vacant demeanor: What is it with you, anyway? Somebody drop you on your fucking head?

Y/n, gives him a blank look: On my head?

Heisenberg: Well, yeah. What, are they gonna do, drop you on somebody else's??

Y/n: How can they drop me onto my own head?

Heisenberg: No, not onto your... Would …God dammit! Are you fucking with me?!

[bigolbadblog]

just thinking about how fun it would be to straddle one of the Duke's massive thighs and grind yourself against it, his big strong hands holding your hips, forcing you down but also forcing you to slow. the way he'd smirk down at you as you squirmed and whimpered and moved your hips in slow-motion... knowing that he's more than strong enough to hold you completely still if he wanted, but instead what he wants is this. just barely letting you get that feeling of friction when you want sooo desperately to hump and buck against his thigh. thinking about how you could squeeze his leg between your own thighs, and all that gorgeous pliable flesh would shape to your grip, rising to provide that wonderful soft pressure against the point of contact.

yeah uh just thinking about it is all. you can think about it too. if you wanna.

[bellamer]

I keep getting hit on by men at work and these fictional men have warped my standards of men to unrealistically high standards that I believe that they're the only ones who can treat me right, ever, so the thought of real men disgusts me. Too bad my video game crushes aren't real and there's no one out there like them.

[rosyrosethorns]

it's late at night and i'm still obsessed with these dumb pinterest memes... and the "suave seven" i claimed as my f/os

[devilsuju]

RE8 | The Duke icons

[thatone-artsytkid]

INKTOBER DAYS 16-22

[sixpossumsinaclownsuit]

Man I'm just chillin after classes and then I got fucking mollywhopped by my own brain out of the blue. My brain wandered over to "man I miss heisenberg" and I was like "haha remember when the Duke said he could feel his essence rip"

Which led to. "It really is a shame we couldn't team up with him. I was hoping we'd get that team up DLC, but instead the DLC is about Rose, and the main villain is the Du..."

And that's the moment I got fucking mollywhopped, got obliterated, got punted into the sun. The Duke is the main villain of the DLC. But who did we also sell all of the lord's remains to? The DUKE. And *why* did he want them in the first place??

Not to mention these lines (about Rose):

WHICH SHOULD GO TO SAY THAT THE SAME IMPLIES FOR THE ESSENCES IN THE LORDS' REMAINS... *AND* ETHAN'S!!!

[cannibalmukbang]

my most cringe selfshipper behaviour: If I'm feeling mentally understimulated and my irl partner can't walk + talk with me for whatever reason, I get in my car and I drive around with my Duke playlist on and I pretend he's in the back of my car. literally he's my imaginary friend and I have one-sided convos with him like I am 6 years old. I complain to him about work and he tells me about weird esoteric shit like the writings of john dee or the time he traded a man's soul for an ornate silver blade.

[mxnsterbabe]

Resident Evil 8 Duke/Reader vampire AU?

Inspired by a combination of my desire to see chubby/fat vampires, and my love for the Duke 😅

[hangingoffence]

anyway the merchants in re games are the most powerful beings in the entire universe and possess powers beyond any other BOW or lord. the only thing that keeps them from destroying everything or using all their powers is their little shops and trinkets

[simplegenius042]

It's hard to choose one wip to ask but, may I know about UnTitled Venture: Village Of Shadows (Resident Evil Village)?

This particular WIP is part of my prequel saga for The UnTitledverse, called The UnTitled Ventures saga.

UnTitled Venture: Village Of Shadows is the third installment of the saga and follows the events of Resident Evil Village. It is still early in WIP but I have a rough idea where I want to take it. Though this isn't set in stone, things might change.

Shortly after the events of UnTitled Venture: Evil Residence (canonically Resident Evil Biohazard), 35-year-old Joaquin Lockwood unfortunately drew the short straw in fate between his small family (which only includes Eveline and his dead best friend/partner's daughter, Elise) and the Winters when being forced by the BSAA, Umbrella and his old pals from Taskforce ECHO in relocating.

So he gets sent to Romania with a regular three-year-old and a BOW ten-year-old while Ethan and Mia go to Hungary. So close and yet so far.

Unfortunately Joaquin and Ethan can't continue their vitriolic bromance that started at the Baker's home anymore so they do so long distance. Sometimes they even visit one another.

Fun fact! Joaquin shares the "godparent of Rose" title with Chris Redfield, which is most definitely not due to the lack of either Ethan's or Mia's families being alive or that interested in their married lives.

Anyway, both Joaquin and Ethan are fungi bros, and are very aware of this considering last time Joaquin checked, he saw Ethan die in the Baker's home and proceeded to be killed afterwards so that's more or less a secret they keep from the BSAA and continue to support one another through their fungus troubles (it's like, "you died in the house, I died in the house, Eveline gave us a miraculous recovery... let's tell no one else about this").

Four years later in February 2021, Joaquin is turning 39, Eveline is 14 and Elise is six turning seven in September.

On the drive home from the Winter's house, Joaquin and his kids' car is hit by wild Mother Miranda and stuck in a ditch, knocking Joaquin unconscious and chasing after Eveline as the young teen runs off into the woods with Elise.

Why would Miranda do this? Because Rose is safe in Hungary and Joaquin's got Mold in him, so its only logical that Elise would too right?

By the time Joaquin wakes up, its still snowing, so he crawls out of the wreckage, takes a duffel bag, and follows after the trail... or more he follows the voice of the fungi screaming from within him to go towards the Village that is going to kick his ass for teaching the Romanian Mold his Aussie words.

He'll be able to call Ethan at the most inconvenient times to his own expense and explain the situation he's gotten himself in, and while Ethan goes prepare a drive to Romania while getting Chris, his BSAA team and Taskforce ECHO together to save his brother from another mother, Joaquin goes to search for his girls in the village, and learns empathy, gets chased by wolfman, loses his dominant hand, becomes best buds with the Duke for giving him a neat prosthetic, appreciates the unnecessary and unhelpful aesthetic of having cool shades in a dark snowy climate, is forced to have tea with the Lords and manages to hate someone more than he does Madame Callaghan.

Overall, its a wonderful family experience that no one with more than three braincells should have to go through.

That's all I got.

[harveywritings92]

{The four lords and the duke are having dinner at castle Dimitrescu.]

Lady Dimitrescu to the Duke, who arrived by himself: Oh, Duke I thought your daughter Y/n would be joining us this evening?

Duke: Oh I’m afraid my little duchess isn’t well at the moment, 

Heisenberg: So that thing is still human enough to get sick, eh? Who da thought.

Duke, Ignoring him: Nothing serious, just her period, the cramps make her tad cranky and unpredictably violent.

Moreau, upon hearing duke say this: Wait...Does that mean Heisenberg’s on his period too?

{There’s long pause as Heisenberg’s face turns red with anger; he crushes the beer bottle in his hand, next Donna, the duke and the Dimitrescu ladies all burst out laughing.]

Heisenberg: I hate all of you...

[bigolbadblog]

uhhh i'm back on my bullshit

thinking bout. stuffing mr. the duke

okay first off. the capacity on that man? absolutely unbelievable. you can fit SO MUCH good food in that bad boy

he loves eating for pleasure. naturally. but most of the time he's eating for mouth-pleasure more than belly-pleasure, if that makes sense. the flavors, the mouthfeel, even the aromas. he also enjoys the heavy, warm, slightly achy feeling of a true stuffing; it's just that he can put away so much food without even beginning to feel it, so much so that reaching that state of feeling overfilled takes WORK. a feast that would leave you stuffed to the gills is just about enough to bring him to "comfortably full." which is really the most he has time for, on a typical day. what with travelling all over and running a small business and all, he's a pretty busy guy.

but when he does get the chance to fully and i mean fully indulge his appetites.... oh boy. Oh Man. oh boy oh boy oh boy

most of the time i imagine him more as a feeder or a self-feedee. (as a side note, yes he does find an element of vicarious pleasure as a feeder in seeing his partners / playmates get utterly stuffed on a fraction of the food it'd take for him. it's not the same as experiencing it for himself, but it's still lovely to hear them panting and burping and moaning, as well as getting to rub their poor little bellies. plus, it's kind of adorable to him. aw, that's all it takes to get you so full you can't even think straight, much less get out of your chair? how sweet.)

when he wants to get stuffed, though, he gladly welcomes assistance. like i said, it's a big job. if you're cooking for him, prep will take you days. if you're with him at a restaurant or a banquet, it's gonna be your job to make sure his plate is never bare and his glass is never empty.

he's a man of taste. he likes variety in what he eats. he's not a snob- if it's good, he has no issue with polishing off an entire roast ham or a cook-off sized cauldron of chili, repetitive though it may be- but if you truly want to win his heart, offer him multiple courses of many different foods. it's the best way to keep his interest piqued and his palate entertained.

either way, it's gonna. take. hours.

he will notice how flustered you're getting as you bring him plate after plate. and he WILL tease you about it.

you couldn't possibly keep up with him, and you're too busy to try, but there will be several points where you do need to sit down and eat with him. all your meals and all the space in between them go by while he's still eating continuously.

he's a pretty chatty guy, but while he eats, he likes to focus on eating. he's surprisingly quiet, except to praise the food (and tease you, of course).

maybe about seven or eight courses in, you start to notice he's resting his free hand (that is to say, the hand that isn't constantly ferrying more food and drink to his mouth) on the curve of his belly. but he still keeps up the pace as he eats.

because he's so big, he doesn't show the bloat of a stuffing as obviously as smaller people would. which contributes to the impression that all this food is genuinely going into a bottomless pit. but sometime after you lose count of how much food you've brought him, you look at him and notice subtle changes in his silhouette. the curve of his belly gets perkier, with more bulk higher up, and he leans slightly further back in his chair to give himself room to breathe. and still he keeps eating

he's a very civilized eater. cuts his food into dainty bites, chews thoroughly, takes delicate sips of his drink, etc. because of those habits, he doesn't get super gassy super fast. but even so, with the amount of food he's packing away, yeah, there's going to be some air that'll need to get worked out as all that begins to digest.

civilized burper, too. surprisingly quiet, yet a true baritone. at first, he favors letting out several smaller burps rather than singular long belches. he covers his mouth with his napkin each time- at least, he does until he gets so full that a belch surprises him in the middle of a sentence.

at that point, he does take a break from eating to have a cup of hot green tea and let his stomach settle. if you ask nicely, he'll let you rub it. it takes you a while to find the sweet spots amid all that bulk, but you will absolutely know when you get it right. a few more longer, louder burps, but more than that, the sighs that man lets out when you rub him right... 🥵

and then dessert, of course! he'll let you hand-feed him at this point, as it's getting difficult for him to sit forward and reach the food. but he absolutely expects you to keep to his own standards of civil dining. no mess, no rush, no oversized bites. that black forest gateau is so lovely - it would be a shame for any of it to go to waste.

when the feasting is finally concluded, his face is flushed, his breathing heavy, his already massive belly pert and swollen. like any classy gentleman, he likes to finish his meals with another cup of tea or coffee, a cigar, and conversation. (this next part is for those of y'all who like some recognizable sex activities in your feedism:) but you've been so attentive and eager, and he knows how badly you've been wanting him this whole time, so while the water is heating up for that drink (and okay, you set the heat so low that it's gonna take a while), he'll give you your dessert. you might have to get a little creative with positions, though, because...

that man is not getting up when this is done. wherever you are, he's made his seating space comfortable (or instructed you on how to do so) ahead of time. cuz he's gonna be there for a while. after you share a post-meal drink, smoke, and conversation, he drifts off into a food coma right where he is.

just. a truly delightful time to be had by all.

[bellamer]

Some rando on Twitter: Ew, what could you possibly see in The Duke ?!?

Lemme say what I couldn't say in a teeny tiny twitter paragraph.

I'm in love with the Duke because I associate him with safety. I associate him with sanctuary. In a stressful ass game like RE8, he's a welcoming calm in the middle of the storm. I just want to run from all of my problems and hide away with him because he gives off the feeling of protection. Like I can trust my drink around him, like he'd be able to scare away creepy guys without even raising his voice, He would be able to take care of me and protect me. If I happened to take a nap next to the guy, I would trust that he'd only tuck me in and leave the room, nothing more.

He's safe.

Which is why I'm going to ignore everything about this fucking DLC because I refuse to believe that the man I associate with safety has actually turned evil or was actually a manipulative mastermind.

[rosyrosethorns]

i know, i know, i already did this one--but i wanted to add more major f/os