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neos-schlond-poofa · 3 months

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Resident Lover x Ethel Cain I

Which song fits each RL Character the best, and why? Only featuring songs from Preacher's Daughter; any other Ethel Cain albums and EPs will be in another post if I feel like it. And also, you don't need to know any Ethel Cain lore to get this post.

BELA DIMITRESCU: Sun Bleached Flies

Listening to the choir, so heartfelt, all singing God loves you, but not enough to save you

A song about one making peace with their fate; not so fitting for Bela, is it? The one love interest who never stops fighting for MC?

But what if the she's accepted that her fate is fight for MC. Her fate is to always be there for them, even when the universe tries to tear them apart, even when everything is utterly terrible. And all throughout the song, it is clear that what Ethel wants is just her lover back, just as Bela hopes to have a wonderful life with MC without the fear of Miranda ruining it all.

I'm still praying for that house in Nebraska By the highway, out on the edge of town

CASSANDRA DIMITRESCU: Gibson Girl

You wanna love me right now You wanna get alone with me

Arguably the hardest character to assign a song to, Cassandra is the Gibson Girl not due to the specific lyrical nature of the song, but the interpretation others have from it when listening to it without knowing its full story.

Those who don't know the story of Preacher's Daughter just believe this is a song about being hot and sexy and getting around. Just as some believe that is all there is to Cassandra. But truthfully, Gibson Girl is a dark song hidden behind the sound, with so much more to be read into than just "this song makes me feel so good." And like the song, there is so much more to Cass than just her looks and her relationships... she's her own character going through her own things who doesn't just want these small flings, she wants a relationship, she wants someone to love her.

Then I would show you something You can never have

DANIELA DIMITRESCU: Strangers

I tried to be good Am I no good?

The forgotten sister who just wants to the best version of herself as she can. The one who wants to please everyone even when she doesn't know how to. The one who has so much expectations put onto her.

This song, similar to Cassandra's, is a bit of a stretch, but I'm not basing it directly off the story, am I? Dani is Strangers as even in her darkest moments, she cares for others, even the ones who haven't been the best to her or the ones she has complex relationships with. It's as simple as that.

Found you just to tell you that I made it real far And that I never blamed you for loving me the way that you did

ALCINA DIMITRESCU: Televangelism

You see, this is hard, because there are no lyrics, so it really messes up the layout. However, I don't need lyrics for this. This song is all about Ethel's journey to the afterlife and her acceptance of such. And for Alcina, is appears she has just accepted her life to being one of Miranda's tools for getting MC back. She barely fights for herself or her daughters unless the player pushes for it.

ANGIE BENEVIENTO: American Teenager

Head full of whiskey but I always deliver Jesus, if you're listening let me handle my liquor

I promise I didn't just pick this song because of its mentions of alcohol. But Angie, out of all the members of the cast, is the most similar to American Teenager, even if she isn't American. Angie wants to have fun, she lives an idealized life where she parties every day and has little to worry about. Out of all the songs on the album, this is the happiest sounding one, but just like Angie, there are somber undertones to it.

Angie's life really isn't ideal. She's a doll. She can't go anywhere far or she will basically die in a weird, non-permanent way. Her life isn't all that great, and neither is the place that she lives in. Just as Ethel grew up with an amazing view of the world, only to realize it's not great and had been glamorized.

It's just not my year But I'm all good out here

DONNA BENEVIENTO: House in Nebraska

We had nothing except each other You were my whole world

A torch song. Fitting for Donna, who has gone through multiple timelines where her love is unrequited after a previous one where she experienced the happiest moments of her life.

At the core of this song is truly a sense of longing. Ethel misses her lover who left her before the events of the album. Time has passed, yet she can not accept that he is gone. As for Donna, years could have passed since her time with yet MC, yet she still loves them. She almost always remembers what they had and what they didn't. The pain both of them went through, but the love they still had for each other afterwards. The nights they had in the flower shop and the mornings they had waking each other up with kisses. And yet, it's gone. And Donna will never truly have that back due to the loop. She will never have her love. The person that helped her with her mental health and allowed for her to become an even braver person than she ever would've been before.

She's alone without MC. She has Angie, of course, but that's her niece. As for the Dimitrescu sisters, she isn't that close to them as she is with Angie, and Bela, with whom Donna has the closest relationship with out of them, will forever lose her trust in Donna. Alcina and Miranda aren't that great figures in her life either; MC was her light, and it was taken away from her. She understands she doesn't own MC, but she still wants them. She loves them so much and hates the thought of them being gone. But ultimately, she has to accept that there is no happy ending with MC.

But God, I just hope you're doing fine out there I just pray that you're all right

MOTHER MIRANDA: Ptolemaea

Heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you Need you, love you, love you, love you

Miranda is not a good person. In this case, she is not Ethel in the song. Ethel can easily be viewed as any other character in the game. Instead, Miranda is the haunting voice of Ethel's murderer. And while Miranda does not murder everyone in the game, she does ruin their lives for her own sake.

Miranda is the figure that harms everyone else. She manipulates them and makes sure none of them gets their happy ending with MC. She owns MC and she loves the idea of having a relationship with MC. Miranda has done so many terrible things just to have MC, who will truly never be in a happy relationship with Miranda. MC had no choice in what would happen to them, they have no choice in being in a relationship with Miranda, as even though they "choose" Miranda in her route, that is only after countless resets by Miranda to get MC for herself.

Run then, child You can't hide from me forever

MIA WINTERS: August Underground

Another song that ruins the layout. Mia might seem a bit of an odd choice to be included, but she is just as important as the other characters. However, that doesn't mean I have a good reasoning for her being this song. It's just an ominous, creepy song that matches up with Mia being crazy.

MC: Thoroughfare

And you said, "Hey, do you wanna see the west with me? 'Cause love's out there and I can't leave it be"

A long song dedicated to Ethel falling love with her ultimately doomed lover. What could be more fitting for MC? After all, to be loved by MC is to be doomed by the narrative. And that includes for MC.

MC will have the most passionate romances imaginable, but they mean nothing. They will always be taken away from them or end terribly, such as being murdered by their lover or watching them just leave for someone else. MC never even intends to fall in love, just as Ethel didn't mean to fall in love here, but they both did. And it seemed so amazing for the both of them. Just a wonderful moment of bliss that didn't last long.

'Cause in your pickup truck with all of your dumb luck Is the only place I think I'd ever wanna be

#resident lover #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #bela dimitrescu #mother miranda #cassandra dimitrescu #fuck cassandra dimitrescu #fcd club #daniela dimitrescu #angie beneviento #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #lady dimitrescu #ethel cain #rl fandom please have some ethel stans #ignore the donna bias she just fit the best too

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 2 months

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RL Fluff Relationship Hcs

(A/N- We need more fluff in this fandom, like DAMN THE ANGST BE SAD ;-;)

(Characters Included- Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, and Donna)

(Warning: Mild swearing and of course fluff)

🫀Bela Dimitrescu🫀

- She is your shield. She tries her hardest to keep you safe from any danger the best she can.

- When you’re out somewhere together and she sees that you’re cold she will take off her jacket and have you put it on saying that she insists. Then will wrap one arm around your waist to provide extra warmth.

- This girl can cook. She secretly loves it when you go up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist while she’s cooking.

- Keeps every single gift you give her and cherishes each memory it holds.

- In the middle of the night, when both of you can’t sleep, she likes to talk to you and reminiscence on shared memories together. Sometimes she tells you stories about the funny things Cass and Dani did when they were kids.

☕️Cassandra Dimitrescu☕️

- This flirt makes it her goal to make sure that you get flustered at least three times a day.

- It’s RARE to get her flustered but if you succeed in getting her all flustered, it is truly a wonderful sight to see.

- She loves to tell you about the latest performance she did and how she feels about them (majority of the time she’s very happy with the outcome of the performance)

- Okay but imagine stargazing with Cassandra. Or walking through the forest with her while she tells you dramatic stories about her life.

- If you go watch her perform without telling her, she would be so surprised and give you a wink before getting her shit together and proceeds on with the play.

🛹Daniela Dimitrescu🛹

- Friends to lovers trope. (Well more like BEST friends to lovers)

- When the both of you go to a party she’ll always have her eyes on you in admiration and adoration. She just loves seeing you so happy.

- Tells all of her skater bros and family about you. They know almost everything about you because of her rambling sessions about you.

- She is always able to make you laugh, especially when you two are hanging out with Angie (the chaos between those two is hilarious)

- Loves to show off some of her skating tricks. If you praise her for them she would give you the biggest smile. Her smile is so damn contagious.

💐Donna Beneviento💐

- This woman loves you so very much.

- At the beginning of your relationship she feared that you’ll leave her one day (give this poor girl a hug) BUT after lots of reassurance from you, she starts to believe that you won’t leave.

- She loves giving you hugs. Whenever she hugs you she’s always a bit tense but she still gives the BEST hugs (prove me wrong)

- The first time y’all had an heart-to-heart conversation about how much you love each other, she got so happy that she cried tears of happiness.

- If you have any scars, stretch marks, freckles, or whatever she likes to trace and kiss them softly. It’s her way of showing you that she loves every single part of you.

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#resident lover #resident lover bela #bela dimitrescu #bela x reader #resident lover cassandra #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra x reader #resident lover daniela #daniela dimitrescu #daniela x reader #resident lover donna #donna beneviento #donna x reader

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lilmsmurderr · 1 month

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Your love has become obsession.

Are you ready to become the one thing you hate to have what you want?

Concept art (a bit messy but that’s okay)

#rl bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #Since Bela can remember the loops she remembers how it felt to have her heart #She can remember how she felt for MC #art wip #art #my art #resident lover #I’m still practicing how I want to draw Bela so-#resident lover AU

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jenjennhi · 4 months

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yeehaw

inspired by @expiredsoda and @alexandroseleven and @resident-lover and everyone who enjoys cowboy!bela

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #rl bela dimitrescu #ty for cowboy bela posts everyone #this was fun and i love westerns so :3 #introducing everyone to my sketch style when i don't want to render #theres another cowboy bela sketch i'm gonna do but i'm grinding monster hunter rn #my art

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muffinsin · 4 months

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Hey, how about their female s/o gave birth a few weeks ago and is breastfeeding the baby. This turns on the Dimi sisters (GP) but they don't want to admit it so their s/o does something about it.

This reminds me of an ask/thought/drabble I’ve had once! Let’s get into it! :)

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Bela

She smiles coyly as she watches you nurse. It really, really shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did, but she just can’t help but push her legs together and cover her crotch with her hands.

She can feel the visible bulge under her hands, pushing up her dress.

Bela bites her lip as she watches, enthralled and teased all the same. She doesn’t think she could ever voice her thoughts on this, though.

She so desperately wishes it was her that had your nipple in her mouth. To taste…she shivers. The thought alone embarrasses and arouses her at the same time.

Unbeknownst to her, she is not as subtle as she might believe. Her squirming thighs, her flushed pink face, her hands squeezing occasionally as they cover her crotch.

A small gasp falling from her lips when you hiss and moan at the feeling of your aching breasts being emptied.

Despite her efforts to stay good little Bela Dimitrescu, behaved and proper, she wants nothing but to push you down and rail you, her tongue circling your breast

And despite her struggles, you won’t allow her to keep up her tidy facade of a good and behaved woman.

Bela hums contently when you pull her against you, her cock deep inside of you, thrusting as she leans above you.

She’s groaning and gasping with each move, feeling her own cum shot inside of you already. Still, she is never satisfied with only one round.

“Come here…”, you coo, cupping her warm cheek and pulling her forwards some more. Bela raises an eyebrow, but follows, her hips jerking forwards so she keeps pushing deep.

Her relatively cool demeanour is entirely lost, though, when you capture your nipple between your fingers. It’s leaking already, and has her breath hitch.

You feel her cock twitching within you, golden eyes wide as she stares. She wets her lips a few times, as though they were completely dry.

With a small grin on your face, you decide to torment you girlfriend further.

“Go on, suck on Mommy’s breasts, Bela”, you whisper lowly, your hand tangling in her hair and at last pushing her against your chest.

She shrieks and moans in surprise, her lips obediently wrapping around your nipple. Bela’s shivering and moaning, thrusting wildly and sloppily due to her distraction. Her hands knead your skin, groping here and there as she sucks.

She feels the odd taste in her mouth when she sucks hard enough, and it has her moan and whimper around your nipple. Her face is entirely red and warm, her cock by far too sensitive.

Without even realizing it, she’s fucking hit harder than she has ever done in the past.

The feeling of her working on your aching breast is intense, to both of you. She’s nothing but a moaning and groaning mess for you, her weakness, the naughty kink, exploited by you.

She feels weak in her knees as you praise her.

“That’s it, y-yes, keep sucking for Mommy!”, you shriek. Your cunt feels as if on fire due to the rough and fast nature of her thrusts.

She’s entirely too needy, sucking and nibbling lightly, self produced milk snd drool running down her chin. She only feels hotter when you pick it with your finger and have her suck it from it again.

Not a single drop goes to waste, really.

Bela’s cock jerks and throbs, her balls twitching slightly. She’s so close, as are you. You know the rough treatment will make walking difficult afterwards.

“Go-Aah! Good gi-rl!”, you groan. She’s moaning around you, then switches to the other nipple. You groan at the bite marks she’s left on your sore and sensitive breast.

Loud moans fill the air when you cum, but Bela is by far too lost in her pleasure to care. Usually she grants you a small break after an orgasm, a moment to calm down.

Not this time.

She thrusts fast and hard, balls slapping against you as she rubs against your inner walls.

She sucks and moans eagerly, moaning slurred and muffled phrases you can’t understand.

The desperate thing won’t take long to cum too; you know. You’re beautifully warm and wet around her, practically pulling her cum from her.

She licks and sucks roughly, your hand tightening its grasp on her hair.

Not long after, she cums too, panting from one of the biggest orgasms she’s had in a long time.

Cassandra

Cassandra loves you. And her little one. She’s- which comes mostly as a surprise to herself- a good mom, if not more than just a tad bit too overprotective.

She also, however, is entirely too desperate for you. Since you’ve given birth, she hasn’t made a move on you. She’s worried it will hurt you, having just pushed out a baby not too long ago.

This also means, her high sex drive goes mostly unanswered. Her hand is not nearly as satisfying as you.

As weeks pass, she only becomes more starved for your touch. She wants to fuck you so bad, and it yet cautious and worried about asking at the wrong time.

And so, Cassandra is only what can be described as a hot and needy mess. Humping her hand and jerking herself off at any opportunity, moaning and gasping when she plays with herself.

And the worst? Recently you’ve made her discover a whole new kink.

She adores watching you nurse your shared child. She does. It’s sweet, and a powerful connection is built.

On the other hand, all she can think of it taking your larger, leaking breasts into her mouth. She wants nothing more than that, and with her cock overly needy for you, she’s even more desperate than she has ever been before in her life.

Of course, you take notice. As well as that she apparently will not act on it just yet.

At last, Cassandra feels you around her again. You initiated contact first by cupping her through her clothing, and in no time did she strip you and fuck you.

Many rounds after, with her cum drooling from you again already and sticking to your body, you strike.

The poor thing is still needy as you straddle her thighs and ride her.

Additionally, your breasts- larger than before your pregnancy- seem to taunt her. Cassandra has them push up against her face, and even does as much as whimper when it brushes past her lips.

She wants it so bad, yet it’s such an embarrassing kink for her, to moan and suck your aching breasts

You don’t leave her a choice in this regard, however.

With your cunt wrapped around her cock as you ride her and your hand gripping her shoulder, the other tangled in her hair, you arch your back a little and push your heavy breasts against her face some more.

“Suck them, please…!”, you moan. You too want the release you receive from her wet lips around you.

It’s all she needs, it seems.

Cassandra immediately gropes and sucks, drawing milk from you and uncaring about how it drips against her chest and arm. She wants you, so bad.

Moans are slurred against your nipples as she sucks eagerly, her eyes closed and her hands groping every bit of your hip and other breast.

She smirks breathily when milk drools from you and you moan, riding faster.

Cassandra all too eagerly thrusts up into you too, her teeth grazing your skin.

She sucks and moans at the taste in her mouth, your large chest nearly suffocating her. Not that she minds.

She shivers, her cock twitching and moving slightly. You’re perfect for her, and she’s so close to filling you yet again.

“Mghmm”, you gasp when she wraps her lips around your other nipple, sucking yet again. She’s rough and eager, impatient and insatiable.

Cassandra’s own nipples brush up against you, and for a moment you think of what the reversed situation would be like.

Having her with larger, heavy and most of all; full breasts. Full of milk that she yearns to have you drain. To suck her nipples sore and relieve her ache, to grope and chuckle when milk drools out of her beyond her control.

You cup her cheek lovingly, moaning and throwing your head back. She begins thrusting upwards when you can no longer ride her, her hand gripping your hip, the other squeezing the breast that hasn’t got her mouth on it.

She eagerly licks up everything, and moans as she sucks and relieves your ache.

She too, is painfully close. The scenario is beyond erotic to her, and as her arm wraps around you and she flips you, lips still around your nipples when she hovers over you, you know to prepare yourself for hard thrusts.

And hard and powerful they are, so much that the bed rocks and your cunt aches from her large cock. She makes you take it all while having your sensitive breasts stimulated.

When you cum, she follows, though is by far not done with you.

Daniela

Daniela loves you so much. In turn, she’s also so needy for you, nearly constantly. And nearly all you do turns the vixen on.

When you nurse, this is no different. Daniela squirms as she watches, her eyes set on your breasts, larger, and full of milk.

She wants a taste so bad.

She squirms and whimpers for you each time she spots you nursing or, especially when pumping milk for a bottle.

So much so, that you originally mistook her arousal for the pump itself. Still, when you offered it for her, to have it on her chest, she refused. No, it’s not that thing she wants.

It’s you.

She’s not at all subtle about her arousal. She can’t help it at all either. Still, she has difficulty admitting it.

She’s too stubborn, insisting she’s a good girl and doesn’t get off to you using the pump or the thought of her lips sucking your breasts.

You intend to show her just how a good girl truly behaves.

How well and eagerly a good girl sucks your breasts for you.

Daniela is panting and moaning as she watches you, her legs limp and her arms hanging over the side of the chair she is in.

Your breasts, large and round, pushed against her cock. Rubbing it, jerking her off. She whimpers so beautifully for you as she feels herself be brought to orgasm fast.

She’s so close in so little time, even more so as she watches milk droplets drool from your nipples sometimes. It has her blush crazily and grip the chair tightly.

“You like that, Dani?”, you coo, and she moans and nods fast. Her cock is perfectly sandwiched between your large chest.

“Y-YAH! Ye-es!”, she answers fast.

You can’t help but notice her chest- her equally large breasts, even without pregnancy, she’s always had a large chest.

Her sensitive nipples tortured with clamps- you figured you’d give your needy redhead a feel of what sore nipples are like.

And it’s absolutely driving her crazy.

She cums on you fast, and a lot, panting and moaning. Daniela gasps, however, when you pull her hair into a makeshift ponytail and use your grasp on it to tug her off the chair.

Instead, you push her up against your dirty chest, her clamped nipples brushing up against you and making her mewl.

Your lover is already drooling precum again, too enduring and sensitive for her own good.

“Clean up your mess, my love”, you coo, and she does so eagerly.

Her tongue almost trembles above your skin as she licks her cum off, whimpering and moaning when she brushes it along your nipple and you groan.

Her lips are smeared and she moans at the taste of herself on her, eagerly licking and nibbling on your chest and collarbone, all too happy to leave marks there.

“Hngg!”, she groans as you tug her hair again and push her right against your nipple.

“Good girl, now suck, my sweet”

She blushes as she wraps her lips around your nipple, eyes wide and cheeks warm and pink.

She moans and whines, sucking eagerly. Soon, she is rewarded with your taste in her mouth. Her groans only stimulate you further, the vibrations teasing against your skin.

“Y-Yes, more!”, you demand. She hums again, sucking harder, at last accepting her newfound kink and obsession.

You reward her by dropping your hand between her legs, and gasp when the moment you stroke her cock, she nearly bites down.

“Y-AAH!”, she shrieks in surprise, pulled back by her hair again, milk and her cum dripping from her lips and smeared against her chin.

“Behave and be careful, Daniela”, you scold her, and she nods eagerly.

“Yes, my love”, she assures you.

You eye her a moment longer, watching her reactions as you jerk her sensitive and soaked cock off. Her eyes close and lips drop open, her jaw goes slack as she moans and mewls.

At last, you allow her back against your chest.

Daniela licks and sucks eagerly, her hands occupied with your other nipple. She giggles when she gropes you and milk drools out, but is quick to lick it up again.

She works eagerly, her hips rising to meet your thrusts around her cock. She’s more than eager to cum.

“Mhmmmm goood!”, she moans, her tongue dragging against your nipples yet again. She seems particularly fond of this, and giggles as it makes your nipples red and sore in no time.

Then, her lips wrap around your other nipple eagerly, all too ready to suck this one as well.

She can’t go neglecting one now, can she?

Daniela moans and smiles around your chest, her own, clamped nipples aching painfully.

She wants to feel you around them too, she realises, although all in due time. She’s by far too eager to keep pleasuring you for now.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

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cyravillaria · 5 months

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Ok so.. ive decided to draw the Dimitrescu sisters.. it will most definitely take me a while to finish bc of school😭😭😭

Ok ik dani is here... But I've decided to do bela first (ahem) not like that you nasty😤 (i aint no different-)

Anyways-

Dani might be in my gallery for a while. so i might as well post her sketch so far, i might tweak or change things up a bit but i like how things are for now🫰

(welp amma do Angie's route, ive seen snippets of her route here on Tumblr and LWBDBWKFBWLDJ its so fucking cute AHHHHHH)

#resident lover #daniela dimitrescu #mc #being gay asf #RL #honestly i cannot stop thinking about Daniela's abs #LWNDOABROBQODBQLFB #like gurl whenever she appears on screen the first thing i see is her abs #at this point i ain't even looking at her face #shes butiful dont get me wrong its just that #its just THERE #how can i not look at it??#SORRY DANI #ik im doing bela first but I still love you 🫰#getting references for this was a joy lol i mean if looking at pretty woman aint a joy idk what is

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vulliepoo · 2 months

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RL Fanart ; Bela Dimitrescu

#resident lover #rl #resident evil 8 #fanart #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu #no heart?#just cope

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blood-red-ocean · 4 months

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can I request Mother Miranda next? i have this silly idea where MM's crow(s) has a habit of stashing all kind of shiny things near reader's house. Maybe she has a small porch that's not been used cause reader doesn't have time lounging around, and the sneaky crow is, like, yeah, this is perfect, and so reader goes about her life non the wiser to crow's shenanigans behind her back until one day she hears some sound outside and goes to investigate which ends with her stumbling upon MM rummaging through pile of... something. Awkward silence.

I don't know why I saw reader's house and immediately went 'ah yes, they live with Miranda' but ANYWAY enjoy <3

Small Thief (RL!Miranda x Reader)

Word count: 1.9k Warnings: None Summary: Cornelius is a sneaky lil gremlin.

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“Babe? Have you seen my keys?”

Overturned couch cushions and the contents of upturned cabinet drawers laid in the wake of your frantic rummaging. The very thought of having lost a set of keys to the headmistress’s house scared you enough, but it would be even worse if you had not simply misplaced them and had dropped them somewhere on the Campus. Especially with Mia’s habit of being an absolute gremlin and showing up unexpectedly in places she wasn’t supposed to be.

“Hmm?” Miranda strode into the room, hand fiddling with the button on the other wrist of her shirt.

“My keys, babe, my keys. I need them.”

You knew what was coming immediately. You knew it so well that you could almost quote her word for word. “Now, what did I tell you about carelessly tossing your keys down, little crow?” She and you both knew that if she had spoken those words to anybody else, it would have seen as harsh chastising. But you knew her better than that, and you could easily pick up on the way her mouth quirked up at the corners. The Miranda version of a playful grin.

“Forget about your keys, darling mine,” She said, striding over to you to kiss your cheek. “I will be awake when you return, I’ll let you in.”

“Andy, you know I’ve got class till late tonight.” Miranda smiled a little more visibly at the nickname you had picked for her – Devil Wears Prada had quickly become her favourite movie to watch with you, and she didn’t hide her blush fast enough when you called her it playfully for the first time while playfully testing out different variations of her name. Mir, Mira, Andy… “Professor Dimitrescu is making us recreate a classical piece in our own style.”

“That’s… Out of character.” Miranda frowned a little. “Very well then. I’ll still let you in.”

“But—”

“I’ll be awake.” Miranda gave you a pointed look, and it hit you then. Of course she would be awake – without you around to help with the growing pile of student council paperwork, full of requests and grievances that were above even Bela’s station, she would no doubt spend considerable time poring over them, with Cornelius on her shoulder. She often turned to work when you weren’t around.

“Okay, fine,” You said. You reached up and caressed her cheek, a playful smirk growing on your face. “Just don’t drool on the papers when you fall asleep this time, okay?” This earned you a tut from Miranda.

Hours later, and back aching from spending hours at an easel, you trudged into Miranda’s – you and Miranda’s – house, dropping your bag at your feet. You leaned back against the door and groaned, rolling your shoulders slowly to relieve some of the tension. The smell of pizza wafted down the hallway and into your nostrils, stomach growling angrily. “Oh, fuck yes,” you breathed, following the scent like a cartoon character. There, on the kitchen counter, laid an open box of your favourite pizza, and a note beside it which stated, in Miranda’s elegant cursive, “I am in my office. Come find me when you have eaten, little crow.”

Pizza slice in hand, you navigated the house, making your way to her study. The door was propped slightly open, and a gentle push on it made it swing forward, revealing Miranda bent over her home desk as she pored over some paperwork.

“Pizza?” You asked, holding a piece out.

Miranda crinkled her nose a little and shook her head. “Not tonight, Feather. I don’t think I have the stomach for it right now.” She tapped her fingers on the top of the desk as she sat back, peering at you with concern. “Are you alright? You seem exhausted.”

“Because I am,” You mumbled around a mouthful of cheese, sauce and dough. “Dimitrescu made me restart my piece three times. Three times! All because I mixed the pigment slightly wrong.” Miranda kept tapping her fingers one by one, the familiar sound almost mesmerizing you – almost.

Click, click, thud, click. Click, click, thud, click.

One of her golden finger guards was missing, the soft thud of her bare finger hitting the wooden surface jarring against the clicking you were used to. “Hey,” You spoke up, frowning. “Where’s your guard?”

Miranda shifted uncomfortably, hesitating. “I have no idea,” She eventually admitted. “I removed all of them earlier to take a bath, and when I turned back, one was missing.”

“Ah, so the great Miranda doesn’t have eyes in the back of her head after all.” Miranda shot you a playful glare, affection vaguely hidden beneath. “I’m sure it’ll show up somewhere.”

“It is rather… Concerning, that things keep going missing around here. I’m not usually this… Disorganized.”

“You aren’t disorganized at all,” You reassured her, licking the grease from your fingers. “Maybe we have a ghost.”

Miranda rolled her eyes lightheartedly at that, returning to her work. You grabbed your books and papers, settling in on the couch opposite her desk to study. Yeah, you were exhausted, but you still had other classes to study for, and not even being romantically bound to the headmistress would give you endless exceptions when it came to your studies.

***

Weeks passed, hours and hours of late classes beginning to make you feel burned out. You spent the days counting down to when it was finally done and you could spend your time with Miranda again – and quicker than you thought, it was over. You left Professor Dimitrescu’s class with a heavy wooden frame in hand, a begrudging A+ grade, and a sense of smug accomplishment. You couldn’t wait to get home and tell Miranda all about how Alcina had squirmed, heaving sighs and muttering as she scribbled an A+ onto the piece of paper before her.

Upon arriving at home, however, Miranda was nowhere to be found. Propping the frame up against the wall, you dug your phone from your pocket and checked it – no texts, no missed calls. Venturing deeper into the house, you peered into Miranda’s study to see it empty and dark. Brow furrowed, you ventured even further into the house. It was unlike Miranda to not tell you where she was – or rather, command that you go and be at her side.

“Andy?” You called out. You peered into darkened rooms, intrigue growing as you saw parts of the house you hadn’t seen before. Between the rush of moving you in with her, and exam season, and Alcina’s late classes, you had barely had time to spend sitting quietly with your avian goddess, let alone explore the depths of the house.

Just as you were about to give up and try and call Miranda, a crashing sound came from the very back of the house. Pulse rushing in your ears, you immediately jumped to alertness, searching for something to wield as a makeshift weapon. Eventually settling on a discarded iron poker, you held it aloft as you took slow steps towards the crashing sounds. You eventually came upon a glass door, a faint glow emanating from behind it. With one hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath and threw the door open, roaring.

“RAAAAAAARGH—Andy??”

Once the frantic flurrying of wings and dark feathers and Miranda’s cursing had died down, you could get a proper look at the small room you had entered. It was covered in screens rather than windows, and it took you a moment to realise it was a porch.

A porch filled with heaping miles of miscellanea, remarkably less organized than the rest of the house. Miranda stood in the midst of it all, her face flushed and scowling… At Cornelius. Eyebrows raised, you glanced between the two of them, taking a step back. Cornelius let out a rather loud, indignant caw, wings lifted at Miranda.

“You! She hissed, pointing her finger accusingly. “I knew it!”

A glint in the corner of your vision caught your eye, and at a single glance you heaved with relief.

“My keys,” You breathed. “Thank the gods—” You reached out to pick them up, and the fluttering of wings signaled Cornelius’s arrival. He stood with one foot on them, staring up at you with one burning yellow eye. It hit you then that this wasn’t some secret that Miranda kept, some uncharacteristic habit – no, Cornelius had been periodically stealing more and more items over the weeks, stashing him where he thought nobody would find them. You reached out again to try and take the keys, but he just cawed softly at you, clicking his beak.

“Hey, what—”

“You have to give him something else,” Miranda grumbled, sifting through the heaps of shiny objects. “I learned that the hard way.” She tapped her earlobe, and you noticed that one of her dangly gold earrings was missing, no doubt wherever Cornelius had stashed it again. On her finger was the golden finger guard, back where it belonged.

“Well, I don’t have anything shiny,” You spoke to the small thief. “But… You want my A+?” You held out the piece of paper with the grade and Alcina’s comments on it, and Cornelius studied it for a moment. With a quick chirp, he grabbed it from your hand and flew off to the back corner of the porch, no doubt to stash it somewhere safe. Miranda watched him with her mouth agape and threw her hands up in exasperation, calling after him, “Seriously? I feed you! I raised you from a baby! And they can give you paper?” Miranda took a breath as if to continue, then stopped, turning to you with raised eyebrows. “Did you say A+?”

Grinning, you nodded quickly. “Yep! Can we get pizza to celebrate?”

“Again, Feather? Aren’t you tired of it yet? I could order you something much nicer—”

“Nope, pizza,” You called out, moving back into the hallway of the house. Miranda followed you, pride in her eyes.

“Very well, then,” She sighed in mock exasperation. “But first, show me your work.”

There was a skip in your step as you led Miranda by the hand back to the entryway, where you had placed the painting. You held it up to her and watched as her eyes conveyed her emotions – surprise, awe, pride and then, as she gazed back up at you, love. “It’s beautiful,” She murmured. “We must display it at once.”

You followed her as she went to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and pulling out a small golden hook, and a nail. She hummed as she roamed the house, trying to figure out where the hang your artwork, and you blushed about it. Eventually, she settled for hanging it above her desk in her study, this simple gesture making your heart skip a beat, reminding you again her how she loved and prioritized you. She reached up, preparing to nail the hook into the wall, when a dark blur rushed by and left her hands empty. She growled a little under her breath and chased after it, leaving you in fits of giggling as she went.

“Cornelius! Get back here with that!”

To nobody’s surprise (but to Miranda’s chagrin), it only took the promise of some head scratches from you to get the hook back from the small thief. You could’ve sworn he gave an approving caw at the sight of your painting, as well.

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The Parallels of Resident Lover

It is common knowledge within the Resident Lover fandom that there are many parallels in the game, namely Miranda and Bela. However. I am here to tell you there is a much more extreme and serious parallel, one that no one else has pointed out before.

Alcina Dimitrescu and Lois Griffin are parallels of each other. I know, I know, your mind MIGHT be blown right now, to the point where you don't get it. But do not fret, fellow Resident Lovers, for I am here to elaborate on the truth.

EXHIBIT A: APPEARANCES

It is no secret that both Alcina and Lois are, well, attractive. Lois Griffin is consistently called one of the hottest mothers in animation, while Alcina has a fanbase of dedicated people purely because of her appearance. These two ladies are naturally attractive; some people even call them MILFS. It's not just how hot the two are; they have different little things scattered throughout that are obviously meant to mirror each other. Lois has bright red lipstick, referencing her still mainly happy attitude, while Alcina has dark red lipstick, highlighting the dark secrets she holds. They both have earings; the earrings that Lois wears are much more modest, as she is a simple housewife that doesn't want to show off, while Alcina is rich and always ready to stun. They both wear pants. They both have short hair, representing their bold and headstrong attitudes, and it is styled in such a classy manner that upon seeing them, you know they will not mess around. Alcina is also canonically in her mid 40s, while Lois is 44.

Exhibit B: Parenthood

It can be argued that Alcina and Lois aren't the best mothers. And for the most part, neither of them even realize their faults. Furthermore, their children are all parallels of each other.

Bela and Chris - Blonde

Dani and Meg - Obvious Least Favorite

Cass and Stewie - Gays with a flair for the dramatic and their own silly best friends; Cass has Elena while Stewie has Rupert

This obviously it not a coincidence. The RL team is dedicated to making sure everything has meaning, including the own family dynamics present in their families.

Lois wasn't always a terrible mother. In early seasons, she could even be considered a good mother, even if she was sometimes a bit selfish. This is just like Alcina, but instead of it being early in the game, it is the interpretation of Alcina put in by the developers. Alcina being a bad mom in contrast to her amazing parenting skills in the original game is meant to specifically reference Lois randomly becoming a terrible mother.

Exhibit C: Their Own Families

Alcina and Lois both come from rich and powerful families. Alcina is from the Dimitrescu bloodline, while Lois is from the Pewterschmidt bloodline. Through their families, they both have a lot of money and property. Alcina most notably owns the manor present in the game and a castle, while Lois once inherits her aunt's mansion in the season 2 premiere, "Peter, Peter, Caviar Eater." While Lois opts to have a much more quiet and normal life, her family's worth can not be ignored. Having Alcina actively embrace the wealth her family brings contrasts Lois in such a stark way. After all, to be a parallel doesn't mean to be a carbon copy. They are not equal triangles; they are congruent.

Additionally, they both have odd brothers that they do not make much reference to and prefer to forget. Lois has Patrick and Alcina has Karl. One important thing to note is that Patrick's original voice actor was Robert Downey Jr. whilst Karl's last name is Heisenberg, the alias of Walter White. Who else is in the TV show of Walter White which is called Breaking Bad? Krysten Ritter, who plays Jessica Jones in the MCU. You see, it is easily all connected if you just take your thinking caps and your magnifying glass and look a bit close at the context clues.

Exhibit D: A Love For The Arts

What is Alcina and Lois, without their love for the arts? It is no secret that Alcina is a connoisseur of arts. She even teaches Women in Art at the university. She lives for art, and even expects her children to be the same way. Meanwhile, while it is less obvious for Lois, she is easily a huge fan of art. The biggest example is in the season 2 episode, "The King Is Dead," where she is committed to having the perfect play and gets mad when Peter "ruins" it. She appreciates the arts, and to see them be disrespected hurts her. Lois is also a teacher; while she is mainly known for being a housewife, she has had multiple different jobs, including once being a music teacher at school in the episode "Connie's Celica" in season 18 and consistently being a piano teacher throughout the series. Lois is a gifted piano player and is the main aspect of the arts she appreciates. For most people, they associate her piano playing with the opening of the TV Series, which goes from her casually playing the piano to a Broadway style number, which is obviously what inspired the decision to make Cass a theatre kid.

Exhibit E: Jazz Singers

While this may seem very minor, it is not. In the original game, Alcina was previously a jazz singer. Her favorite music genre is definitely jazz and she has a deep love for it. Meanwhile, Lois Griffin occasionally sings jazz throughout the series and the earliest prominent example of this in the series is the season 1 episode, "Mind Over Murder," where she begins to sing at the bar located in the basement of her house. Jazz is integral to Alcina... but would that be so true if Lois was not once a jazz singer? Her interest in jazz only exists because of Lois's connections to jazz as Alcina was directly written to be a parallel of her.

IN CONCLUSION

It is undeniable that Alcina was created to be a direct parallel to Lois Griffin. Her story simply wouldn't have the same emotional impact as it does if not for this. There is so much more that can be expanded upon as well, as I only scratched the surface of their parallels. I would like to thank Seth MacFarlane for making this all possible with the creation of Family Guy, and the Resident Lover Team for creating such a moving story. Truly, we need to stop this talk about the "Miranda and Bela" parallels now that I have revealed the truth. And, of course, you're welcome Resident Lover Team, for finally spreading the truth I know you've deeply been wishing to be discovered. Especially you, @dead-finch-420, mainly because I had to utilize some of your art pieces to make this post explaining what I'm sure you knew as you drew some of these pieces.

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