Locker Room Talk Pt.5

I live in her CASTLE dude. You should see the amount of maidens in and out. She is not straight.

I personally talked to Alcina and she said she don’t do that straight shit y’all, sorry to be a bearer of bad news

Me: Being Trans FtM who hasn't transitioned yet.

Me: Doesn't have a binder

Me: *sees a post about cleaning a binder*

Me, in loud obnoxious Peridot voice:

BINDER SOUP! BINDER SOUP! BINDER SOUP!

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

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Secret

CW: Secrets, Evil, First Person

I've been keeping things the order of the Lunar Eclipse. Something I wouldn't normally do. I went out in the dead of night and didn't return until the sun rose. Sometimes...later. You'd think I'd be looking for suitors all over town...charming mystical beings in taverns over ale.

But I was with her...

A rogue barbarian. She was a half-orc with a charming smile and fresh scars. I didn't learn her name until the third night of our encounter. I was on my way to an inn with my order when I caught her eye, and she gave me a quick wink before vanishing into the shadows.

I would meet with her late at night. "Hello, my beloved. Would you like to join me for a pint?" She'd reappear in the same area where I'd last seen her. The woman's face was covered with fresh scarring. "Nope. You're going directly to the inn where my order and I are staying. You're bleeding and hurt." She merely sighs and rolls her eyes. I could see she was stubborn.

"I will let you tend to me on one condition." "What's that?" "You come the inn where my order is lodging. I prefer to be in the presence of people I know." "Touché."

We carry on a light discussion as we go. Introductions. I've now learned her name...Diavol. She said that it meant "devil" in a foreign tongue. "I had no idea the devil was so attractive." She softly takes my hand in hers. "I had no idea witches didn't fly around on broomsticks." My eyes widen. I hadn't yet introduced myself to her. In some way, she already knew. "Salem." She smirks. "My sources were correct. You're a chaotic neutral, yeah?"

I nod, still taken aback. She carries on as if she hadn't just said she had sources on me. I understood I was dealing with Lawful Evil after analyzing the half-orc. I wasn't afraid... I was enchanted. She had no ill will toward me. I was aware of it. Not from a secret spell I cast. She just lacks social skills.

"Welcome to the Cursed Hat inn, draga."

When we entered the inn, I was met with an unusual scene. "Fira?!" The fire genasi glanced at me with alarm. "What are you doing here?" Still concerned, I point to her. "What are you doing here?" Fira looks across to the elf beside her before returning my gaze. "It's none of your business." I feel the same way. Before speaking, there is a deafening quiet. "I won't tell Hypnos if you don't tell Hypnos."

"Deal." "Cool...know where the medical supplies are?" "Bathroom." "Thank you. Come on, Diavol."

It takes me a while to find the restroom, but I end up finding it. "Sit." I watch her as she sits on the sink's rim. "No, not there. I'm shorter than you." She then proceeds to sit on the toilet's closed lid. "I appreciate that." I clean her cuts and check for infection. "I can't get to an extremely tiny cut-" Diavol rolls her eyes before grabbing my hips and dragging me forward to straddle her thighs.

I was far too distracted at this point to tend to the cut. As I tried to bandage her forehead, I could feel her warm breath on my neck. Her hands find their way to my thighs. When I'm done treating her minor injuries, we are sitting in quiet, her gorgeous red eyes glittering as she looks at my lips. I look her in the eyes before softly taking her lips in mine. Her cheeks are framed by my hands. She smirks as I pull away.

"If this is you asking me on a date...sure."

Welcome!

Hello Succubi, Incubi, and Accubi.

(My equvilent of bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes)

Welcome to my quaint little hell hole!

I am Satan! Or Salem. Whatever you prefer! I am male [AFAB] and I go by He/His/Theirs. I am omnisexual, demiromantic. I am a writer! My writing account is @satan-was-a-writer.

I will fuck you up. Don't try me. I AM male but I identify as Satan. I will be straight up with you. If I don't like you. I will tell you. Don't get on the wrong side of me.

Basically my family:

@dani-maricruz8 - My Mother @angstyanon0 - My Best Friend @nevess - My Sister

My Top Song Artists

Lady Gaga Lil Darkie Doja Cat Mother Mother Maneskin

Lady D’s VA singing. Obviously this is from The Witcher but it applies pretty well to RE Village too. Kinda cool to imagine Alcina singing this haunting lullaby.

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-

Just out of curiosity, how would you conjure me?

Alright. I have a whole plan.

On a blank wall, put four pictures.

Alcina Smiling Alcina Angry Alcina Neutral Alcina Dragon Form

Doesn't matter what order or how it's formatted.

Light three candles.

One Black, One Red, and One White.

Turn off the lights and say your name but with Dimitresu as your last name 😂

What type of CRACK FIC?!

I HAD AN AI WRITE A STORY ABOUT Y/N AND LADY DIMITRESCU AND HOLY FUCK I AM DYING

Silly Y/N

A Short Story

by AI

Y/N had always loved elegant Castle Dimitrescu with its curved, crowded castle. It was a place where she felt angry.

She was a silly, peculiar, whiskey drinker with sexy boobs and strong neck. Her friends saw her as a snotty, solid stubborn. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a salty daughter. That's the sort of woman he was.

Y/N walked over to the window and reflected on her scary surroundings. The snow flurried like running lycans.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alcina Dimitrescu. Alcina was a sexy strong with muscular boobs and tall neck.

Y/N gulped. She was not prepared for Alcina.

As Y/N stepped outside and Alcina came closer, she could see the hurt glint in her eye.

Alcina gazed with the affection of 5158 lovable mushy moraicia. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want making love."

Y/N looked back, even more love and still fingering the good wee wee. "Alcina, “I love you.”," she replied.

They looked at each other with angst feelings, like two flaky, few flies drinking at a very spiteful Christmas Party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two incredible uncles dying to the beat.

Suddenly, Alcina lunged forward and tried to punch Y/N in the face. Quickly, Y/N grabbed the good wee wee and brought it down on Alcina's skull.

Alcina's muscular boobs trembled and her tall neck wobbled. She looked happy, her emotions raw like a greasy, grim gun.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Alcina Dimitrescu was dead.

Y/N went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END