#she is a bit inspired by lady dimitrescu

[plasmafruittree]

Madeleine Thomson for @thebramblewood's Calling all vampires

I must admit that I have been reading your story anonymously for a while, and the truth is that I like it a lot, so I am excited to create a vampire for you since you are looking for extras.

Madeleine was turned into a vampire back in the 1950s by her lover at the time, Anna. It wasn't sudden; on the contrary, Madeleine asked for it because she wanted to be with her for life. At first, Anna didn't want to accept, but she eventually agreed, hoping that in the future, their relationship would be seen in a better light. They shared a true love and even planned to secretly marry. Unfortunately, one day they crossed paths with the wrong person, a vampire hunter who had been pursuing and suspecting them for several years. Anna protected Madeleine and gave her life for her so that she could escape from the vampire hunter. Madeleine managed to escape and hide in Forgotten Hollow, as she was told it would be safe or at least safer than other places. Madeleine settled there and lived a relatively peaceful life, although she always had the idea of avenging Anna against that vampire hunter. Now she is searching for him or any of his relatives, she will not rest until he or his family members have suffered as she has. Because of this event, she despises men and only feeds on them (the more she makes them suffer, the better). She will NEVER feed on a woman.

Private dl for now. @thebramblewood, if you want to use her in your game, send me a private message and i'll send her to you !!! thanks, hope you like her and sorry if I have errors in the text (sometimes I need to use the translator and some phrases can sound strange).

[demonic0angel]

More Jazz Forms (click for clarity)

TW: disturbing content, body horror

1) Head only Jazz

+ She is a head that walks on a bunch of mysterious tentacles. She’s inspired by a CN novel called “Let the Villain Go” in a chapter where a demon pops up and is described as a head that walks on tentacles (I may be delulu and remembered it wrong).

+ Around 900 feet tall. Most of the height is her tentacles, but her head is still around 100 feet tall.

+ Jason is a little obsessed with how huge she is. When he is away, she stays standing over his apartment like a creepy water storage tank. Nobody can see her except liminals and ghosts, so she remains undetected by Jason’s side.

+ She is generally peaceful and doesn’t move much. She is a relatively quiet being with no explicit ability to defend herself or attack. I imagine her to be very dreamy, despite her piercing stare.

2) Celestial Object Jazz

+ She is a quasi-stellar radio source, AKA a quasar :)

+ Impossibly large and infinite. She is so big that her gravitational pull is pulling apart a piece of the universe. Jason thinks that she’s beautiful, and he looks for her every night. He uses special technology to see her on Earth and when he can, he sneaks onto the Watchtower to look at her.

+ The mass of the black hole that she is made of is around 150 billion solar masses. She is located extremely far from the Milky Way within the largest galaxy of the universe. Since she is technically both the black hole and the gas that surrounds it, she won’t be fading for awhile.

+ Her origin is unknown in this idea (but is related to her siblings, who have all become celestial objects themselves). Her existence is extremely old and that is partially Clockwork’s fault.

3) Corrupted Jazz

+ She has become corrupted from years of ectoplasm, death, and generally instability. The tentacles that come from her stomach is actually just pieces of her soul that are trying to reach for others. She calls for help, but no one but Jason has been reaching out.

+ She cannot be around people for too long, or she causes insanity, violent mood swings, headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations, paranoia, nosebleeds, and general weakness, even if they cannot see her. Jason is somewhat resistant to her, but she heavily restrains herself so the effects of her existence won’t hurt him.

+ She tries to stay away from Jason, but bc she’s so clingy, she watches him from a distance. Her presence brings shadows and darkness, so he’s also been getting a reputation of scaring criminals to pissing themselves whenever he comes by.

+ Her body is covered in shadows, but she glows a little from the ectoplasm, so her silhouette can be vaguely seen.

4) Monochrome Jazz

+ Inspired by Lady Dimitrescu and Hachishakusama

+ She dresses in all black and her skin is pale as well. A hat and face mask cover all available skin on her face. Any skin below the neck is also covered.

+ She is around 9 feet tall. She stalks Jason whenever she can and always follows him around. She is extremely hostile and dangerous and does not hesitate to attack when she feels even the slightest bit threatened. She is also completely mute.

+ She is both a ghost and an urban legend, hence why she looks like that. Underneath her mask is a mouth of razor sharp teeth like a moray eel.

5) Wolf Jazz

+ Inspired by Jason’s Red Hood motif that is similar to Little Red Riding Hood. That’s also why I associate Jazz with so many canine themes :)

+ Black fur, several pairs of eyes, and two sets of deformed ears. I am debating whether or not she also has 3 pairs of legs.

+ She follows Jason around like a dog, but does not behave like a pet. As such, he can’t order her around unless she wants to listen to him. Thankfully, she likes cooperating with him and the two of them terrorize the criminals of Crime Alley.

+ She is around 5 feet tall when standing on all fours, but when she stands up on her hind legs, she is around 9 feet tall. She is very fluffy.

[xansheu]

THE CURATOR

Still working on her design so this is a concept art for now :D

Another version of this art and a bit of lore under “read more”!

The Curator was also created by the Office, but her role is different from that of the Narrator.

She stores memories and manages them. When the entire Office is reborn, the Narrator and Curator don't forget the past iteration, but they don't remember everything, either, because unnecessary events are compressed and accelerated, such as routines. The entire Office is literally a computer, and its Memory is not infinite. Also Memory is the only thing that remains after the complete decay of the Office. In this way the Narrator and the Curator are able to draw conclusions about their past mistakes since they won't forget anything.

Another reason why two Gods were created rather than one is because it would be dangerous to concentrate power in one hand. Thus the Narrator and the Curator are in a sense holding each other back so as not to mess things up.

In fact, the Curator plays a much larger role than it may seem at first.

P.s: Her design was inspired by Lady Dimitrescu from Re8!

[synergysilhouette]

Plotting out Disney's future: the Reinvention Era

I had so much fun reimagining the renaissance era to now, so I thought I'd imagine Disney's future era--but I'm skipping the sequels for now; I'll probably add them to my revival era post (if I keep using Tumblr through the years). This post is unique however, since this isn't me placing it within my reimagining AU; this post is based on the real-life success (or lack thereof) of the Revival era. I chose this name because I feel like Disney realizes they haven't been pushing themselves as much with their stories recently, and they want to appeal to a fanbase whose been adoring their classic stories while still wanting to explore new subjects. I'm not gonna do the whole "they were successful" or anything; this is mainly just ideas. Just to note: I imagine pretty much all of these as musicals, even if that's not super realistic given Disney's release style. And please forgive me if my ideas don't vibe with the culture I wanted them to represent.

Yaksha--Deciding to reinvest in fairy tales, Disney opts to revive "Gigantic," a take on "Jack and the Beanstalk." However, given that their last two musicals have explored Spanish themes ("Encanto" being Colombia and "Wish" being set in a Mediterranean country influenced by Spain), the idea that "Gigantic" is set in Spain is eventually abandoned. When Fawn Veerasuthorn is brought on as director, she suggests a Thai take on the story, with stories like "Sang Thong" and "The Twelve Sisters" as inspiration. The story follows a young man named Chaison (technically Chai Son) who ventures to the lands above where giants abide as a child, and is subsequently raised by them for several years. However, when some giants wish to conquer the land below (having been banished long ago), Chaison must play peacemaker in order to prevent a war. To better showcase the culture, Disney opts for a 2D approach, though they haven't gotten entirely back into the groove of using it.

Sweet Heart--Disney decides to try again with the director/screenwriting team of Chris Buck and Jennifer Lee, as well as having Stephen Schwartz make the music to give it a renaissance feel. In it, the protagonists are fraternal twins, young adults whose designs are said to have been influenced by concept art from "Frozen" and "Tangled," with open admissions of the film's vibe being inspired by Disney Channel's "Gravity Falls." It's possible the names of the leads would be changed, but let's pretend we keep them the same here. Hansel would be the younger twin, much more optimistic and a bit naive, while Gretel is more practical, reeling from the loss of their mother and resentful towards their stepmother for wanting them dead. The witch would be very much inspired by Lady Dimitrescu, the Other Mother, and Winifred Sanderson, making for a scheming, unhinged, and occasionally funny villain.

Midnight Masquerade--Given the success of a 12-member family of "Encanto," the fairy tale of "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" is the next focus for Disney, directed by John Musker and Ron Clements. Originally thought to be adapted as-is, focusing on 12 sisters and an older (40s) solider, but eventually a mixture of executive and audience feedback led to certain script changes. The number of sisters is instead reduced to 6 to better focuses on the sisters as well as having more characters outside of the sisters, and the soldier is written as a young prince in his 20s (he's characterized as a bit cheeky and playful, but wise and somewhat neutral; he doesn't rat on the princess' magical world, and instead enjoys himself while he's there). The story focuses on the young man who is asked by the king to find out where his daughters go every night, and follows them to a magical land fraught with beauty and danger (pretty much the main concept of the story, more or less). The young man's dark hair and his love interest's red hair (inspired by Daphne Blake, specifically her portrayal by Sarah Michelle Gellar) could liken to a modern version of Ariel and Eric. For better or worse, for some reason I imagine Disney going for a radio-pop sound like "Encanto" and "Wish"--though I hope it's executed better than the latter. And for another weird reason, I imagine this film being set in France--albeit in a similarly vague way as "Beauty and the Beast." Needless to say, the title of the film is tied into the Disney doll line of the same name.

(Not 100% sure if the art here is AI; just thought it was really pretty and wanted to use it as a visual aid)

Weaver--Originally planned with a male protagonist, Disney opted to make the protagonist female in order to cultivate a similar response to "Moana." Similar to how the latter film was influenced by Fiji, Samoa, and Tahiti, this film takes influence from Guam, Kiribati, and Palau. The focus is on a young woman who ventures on a great adventure to find the spider of creation (inspired by the Kiribatu god Nareau) after a malevolent force begins to unravel the world. As you can see, the plot itself was inspired by "Moana," with execs guiding it that way for profitability.

Khoeli--Inspired by "The Boy with a Moon on His Chest," the story revolves around a young man named Khoeli, who ventures to find his birth father, a king who supposedly abandoned him as a child. Though on his journey, he must contend with obstacles that his wicked stepmother has put in his path to prevent their reunion. I could imagine music by Donald Glover and Kendrick Lamar, though concern about it sounding too urban instead of traditional might be a concern (I'm imagining a high fantasy setting, but perhaps it could be somewhat modern, taking cues from "Black Panther"). While billed as a Southern African-influenced story, the music and visuals do have panafrican elements, and Disney markets it as their modern "Hercules." I also like the idea that Khoeli's moons (a full moon on his chest, and crescents on both his shoulders) are the product of vitiligo; feels like it could be great rep for people if done well.

Crest--Based on the fairy tale of "Catskin," the story is about a young Native American woman with a cloak made of a giant Stellar's Jay. Given that Stellar's Jay is native to western North America, I imagine the tribe that our protagonist (who I'll call Ayamis) is from comes from that area, but this is still set in a fantasy setting, allowing for more flexibility when designing the culture. The giant cloak was given to her by her mother, who promised that it would help her in times of emergency by transforming her into whatever form was necessary at the time. Usually this just turns her into a normal-sized Stellar's Jay, and eventually she ventures to a new land after dreaming of protecting a white fox. Though this seems to be Letaiyo, the albino son of the local (Hopi) chief, who she falls in love after being appointed his spiritual protector.

Verdant--Inspired by "Gawain and the Green Knight," a young boy who fails to defeat the king of Spring is taken in and raised by him in order to learn the rules of chivalry, honesty and kindness, the things that make a true and honorable knight. It's a journey of self-discovery, of duality and different perceptions of morality and that there may not be such a true universal take on "right" and "wrong." The film draws on influences from Tomm Moore films, as well as having a bit of a classic Disney charm--gold to bronze era-charm, not renaissance charm (though that could also work).

(Art by FaQy on deviantart)

Rainstar--Influenced by the superhero craze, this film would focus on a female superhero with super strength and durability (generic powers, but it's the character who makes the powers, not vice versa), influenced by bubbly superheroines such as She-Hulk and Rogue. In the futuristic city (imagine a cross between Republic City and Gotham), she defends the town from outside threats, but recently she's been the target of a superhuman scientist (influenced by Mister Sinister as well as anime characters such as Fu and Deku) who wants to find out the origins of her powers, whether she likes it or not.

(Note: I actually started to make a post for this film exclusively a little while ago with characters, song titles, and such, but I've since trashed it and wanted to mention it here).

Kitsune--Let's assume Hayao Miyazaki is still alive and he's able to reach a compromise between maintaining a Disney vibe while allowing him significant creative control of the film he's directing. I don't know his style well enough to say whether this would be in his wheelhouse, but I'm thinking of a story about a man who ventures who find his missing wife after she is taken by mysterious fox-masked beings, using the fireflies to guide him on his journey. It could also include elements of the Japanese tale of Shippeitaro.

Charlie Bone--Based on an amazing (and underrated) series about a boy who discovers he can travel through pictures and goes to school with kids of other unique abilities, I'd love to see this adapted by Disney. I don't know if they'd want to age him up (he starts off as 11, so it almost gives off Harry Potter vibes) and whether or not they'd want to just adapt the first book, but in my own opinion, I feel like they could make a film that encapsulates the entire work, if they wanted, including details like discovering what happened to Charlie's father, Billy's terrible adoption, Emma's brainwashing, etc. Though I do think that the book series kinda buried the lead with the Red King (who ended up having a prequel series) as well as waiting a few books before we got to the REAL big bad. There's a lot to unpack, but I think they could condense it.

Kingdom Hearts--Kind of. The lore itself is too big for one film, but let's say Disney wanted a better anniversary film than "Wish" and was able to work out a deal with Square Enix, but only enough to use KH-original characters, not Final Fantasy characters. However, the directors decide that they don't want it to feel too gimmick-y, so they lean into original story elements with Disney motifs and references, with the story of Sora exploring different worlds being reinvented as the protagonist exploring his country in order to find his friends. While a bit of a downer, a plus side is that there's more focus on Anselm and his goals. And I'd be perfectly fine if they needed to get separate actors to do the singing (I want the OG speaking voices to return so bad!)

Lemme know what you think! I'll probably come back to edit the details later, but lemme ask: would you watch these Disney musicals?

[dragonridernoobie]

Okay, sooo, I’m bored and I have this oc named Vivienne, Viv for short, she looks near human but gives off uncanny valley vibes. She’s like this Cyptid based in France, she wears a very extravagant masquerade mask most of the time(I’ll provide examples of her at the end, I used my Roblox oc of her as an example cause I can’t draw very well, as well as Gacha club:,)) and she’s just very kind and caring but is forever cursed to live in solitude due to how people react to her.

Soooo, I was wondering how Optimus(TFP), Ratchet(TFP), and Wheeljack would react to her protecting the kids(say they follow them throw the ground bridge) from cons or something

I also how just sentences of how I think she’d react but I want a full visual, like she completely destroyed a con, finger tips over her mouth as she says ‘ My apologies Monsieur ‘ or her just doting on the kids worried they are injured saying ‘oh vous petits chéris(oh you little darlings!) are you okay? You must have been so scared’

I just wanna see how the big boys react to her

Idk😭 she’s my main oc and I love her to bits cause she’s so sweet but so brutal when someone angers her😊 oh and her appearance is kinda inspired by lady Dimitrescu from resident evil if that helps

Cool, you play roblox to? What games you play? I play dragon adventures! Anyway, I will try my best but know I will not be doing this on Sundays. So sorry for the delay!!!!!

TransformersPrimeXOC

Optimus

Optimus will meet Vivienne when he goes to France.

He will be searching for decpticon since there was activity.

He will hear somthing crashing and goes to investigate.

That's where he finds Vivienne standing over a now dead con.

She has a hand fan, fanning her self.

He hears her say "my apologies monsieur"

He will be surprised and come to talk to her.

He will bring them to the base. (As much as ratchet hates that)

He will see quickly how portecrive he is of the kids.

(She is also his favorite since she is the most mature)

He would become Vivienne's guardian.

While being with Vivienne, he will see how people react to her.

He felt bad and asked

She explains, he feels worse.

He will try to include Vivienne in everything to make her happy.

Ratchet

Ratchet will meet Vivienne when optimus brings them to base.

While he complains, the kids will be interested of Vivienne.

He will be assigned as Vivienne's guardian.

He will pay Vivienne no mind but he will notice how she watches him from behind her fan.

I think he will finally see how powerful she is when she rescues him.

They where attacked while heading to base.

She will kick the decpticons ass.

He will hear her say "quelle chose pathétique" (what a pathetic thing)

He will have respect for Vivienne and actally starts to be nice.

(Meaning he will stop ignoring her)

He will let Vivienne sit on his shoulder while he works.

Wheeljack

Wheeljack would have met Vivienne when the autobots head to the decpticon warship to rescue him

While he is chained up, he hears somone shouting and blasting.

He will be surprised by a human walking in.

Vivienne will interduce herself (very politely)

"my apologies for the delay ami" (friend)

Vivienne will get wheeljack free and they meet up with the team.

He will be vivienne's new guardian and friend.

He will not be real quickly that Vivienne will be ignored and ask her about it.

Once he figures out why, he will think that would be awsome

Wreckers 🙄

[bluegekk0]

After saying that Lady Dimitrescu was an inspiration for WL, now I am imagining WL saying some of her voice lines and it is hilarious since almost every depiction of her is extremely passive and not aggressive. Here are some of them:

"Quiet now, child! Adults are talking.", "Rest while you can, because I will hunt you, and I will break you!", "Ugh, just another simple little manthing.", "You've dirtied my dress."

Would WL be less explicit and more passive than Lady Dimitrescu? I would imagine so cause if WL was more aggressive, Grimm would have enacted and tried to get FPK out of the relationship.

She's cold and stern, she'll reprimand you for doing something inappropriate and making yourself (and her) look bad, but she's not aggressive, she does it in a very calm manner. She won't yell at you, she rarely raises her voice, but her brutally honest words can still hurt like a blade.

Using Vyrm as an example, he's naturally shy and tends to stutter when speaking publicly, but she'd push him to do it regardless, and if he embarrassed himself, she wouldn't keep her opinion to herself. In her eyes, it was criticism meant to help him improve, but her approach was anything but helpful and only made him feel more self-conscious. If he dressed or behaved inappropriately, she'd scold him (in a formal way, but still), and rarely sincerely complemented him whenever he did something well. Just a simple nod and "good" was what he could expect from her.

But she never raised her voice at him, and she never, ever used violence against him, or suggest anything of that sort. She even called him "dear husband" and other similar names, suggesting that she did actually love him. But on a day-to-day basis, her words really hurt him, and her strict personality made him feel like he was never doing enough and that he had to do better.

She was never aggressive, but the way she expressed her disapproval gave her a very intimidating aura that made everyone around her try their best to not upset her, and in Vyrm's case, it really messed up his self-esteem. She was like a very strict mother, basically. Seemingly never happy, and always storing comments that make you feel like the most horrible individual up her sleeve.

At the current time of the AU, she's trying to be a bit softer, she keeps her comments to herself and attempts to be more welcoming. But it's noticeably only something she does when interacting with Vyrm and his family. To her court and any outsiders, she's as mean and intimidating as before. But I think in that regard it's not really a behavior worthy of criticism, at least not as much - she has to maintain her position, after all. At least she's putting effort into being more pleasant on a more personal level, though she still has a long way to go.

[starry-night-rose]

"Hm, what's in my glass? What would such a thing matter to you? Tsk Tsk"

Character Playlist / Character Inspirations

Full Name: Alice Antonia Darius

Nicknames: Pain in the ass (Vin by @authoruio ) Partner in crime (Maria by @windbornearchon ) The only other sane one here (Hecate by @terrovaniadorm ) Vampire Squid (Floyd) Mademoiselle Vigneronne (Rook) Lady Darius (Lilia) Aunt Alice (Silver)

V/A: Kikuko Inoue (JP) Natasia Demetriou (EN)

!Twisted from Lady Alcina Dimitrescu from Resident Evil Village!

Age: ???

Birthday: November 4th

Horoscope: Scorpio

Species: Vampiric Faerie

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 234 cm (or 7'8)

Hair Color: Ebony Black

Eye Color: Sickly Gold

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Homeland: Briar Valley

Family: Unnamed Father, Unnamed Mother, Unnamed younger sister, Unnamed younger brother

Dominant Hand: Right

Dormitory: Terrovania (belongs to @terrovaniadorm )

School Year: Third Year

Class: 3-C (No. 13)

Best Class(es): Defensive Magic, Magical History, Ancient Curses

Worst Class: Potions

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Favorite Food(s): Grapes, Cheese, Chocolate, Wine, Blood

Least Favorite Food(s): Cauliflower, Asparagus

Hobbies: Fencing, Listening to Jazz music, Teasing others

Dislikes: Sunlight, Hot weather, War

Talent(s): Basketball, Wine-making, Chess

Sexuality: Sapphic Bisexual

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Personality: A calm and elegant woman with a slight snobbish aura, Alice is the definition of the perfect noblewoman who thinks a bit too highly of herself at times. Although she keeps a level head most of the time, Alice's wrath is know all around Terrovania for being unforgiving and merciless. Alice tends to play with people, confusing them with stories or taunting someone during a fight but in all honesty, she does not mean half of what she says. Alice can be scarily protective of those she enjoys the company of, as willing to go on a rampage just for them. Alice has little to no regard for rules enforced by others, actively breaking as many as she can get away with. Alice also has a bit of a sadistic streak, ever since she was young but keeps this part of her hidden away.

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Backstory: Alice comes from the prestigious Darius family, known for their world class wine and service to the royal family of the Briar Valley. Due to her family's immense wealth and status, Alice was surrounded by the finer things in life and always appreciated the idea of having wealth. When she was much younger, she met the feared General Vanrouge at a royal ball. Alice hates to admit it but she was intimidated by him at first but grew to love and care for him. The Darius family even tried to arrange them to be wed but these plans were quickly forgotten. Many years later, she would help that same Vanrouge raise a child of his own. Alice at first was hesitant to help raise a child, a human one no less, but later on she grew to love the boy like a son of her own. Around the same time as Lilia, Alice decided to attend NRC for a change of scenery and was sorted into Terrovania.

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Unique Magic: Death's Flowers

The user unleashes sharp claw like nails from their fingers. These claws are so sharp that they can cut through many materials from metal to even flesh. Takes little magic to use due to years upon years of refinement and perfection.

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Trivia!

Alice is one of the star players on the Basketball Team and is known for being one of the best in the school

Alice, Vin, and Maria are always seen chatting together despite Vin saying he dislikes them both

There was one night where a poor Terrovania student wanted a midnight snack and saw Alice with some red liquid dripping all over her face. Note to self, never startle Alice when she's having a midnight drink

Alice grew fond of jazz after hearing it in a club many years ago, she even attempted to join a jazz band herself but was seen as "too scary"

[rocksibblingsau]

Some of Morticia's references/inspirations below!

So obviously she takes a fair bit of inspo from her namesake

The Addam's family was a big inspiration to me on the vibes of her relationship a bit as well.

Another big inspiration was Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil

Some less obvious inspirations are from Scary Godmother!

I loved those movies as a kid

Another vibe I was going for was a bit Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy with the shape of the dress and her hair

And it wasn't at the front of my mind, but shows like Growing Up Creepie were also a bit of the inspiration for her and Drag's vibe

There's probably other characters that I had floating in my brain but can't think of right now, which I'll add if I think of them, but you can see there's definitely a Type going on here.

"Quiet in the library..."

Who is this lovely lady? Volcano Rock City's very own librarian!

Art by @dialga64bitz

[marilynsweet]

What inspired ypu to make Four Lords?

Resident Evil 8

[classyfruit]

"Like the two edges of a sword, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu possessed two very different yet equally powerful qualities. She could either be a tempest unleashed upon her enemies and villagers alike. Or the generous protector in whose hands one felt safe from all harm."

Knight Alcina is an essential part of a balanced diet. ⚔️ I think we can all agree on that. I mean, she's a heroine and a dragon in one - how much more efficient can you get?

Beyond that: Whew, my dears! What a fantastic journey this artwork has been for me. Now it's time to stretch my arm, drink some water and relax a bit.... and you do the same, okay? 💕 Much love and see you soon! [[Inspired by the armored Alcina cosplay of the incredibly talented  @the_hippie_viking - For the love of Mother Miranda, go check her out! ⚔️]

[terrythemerry]

Here are some facts for y’all since some trolls have been coming for the Heisenberg tag claiming he’s nazi because of the dog tags he has and his last name being of German descent.

Fact 1: The dog tags you see around his neck were used by the Germans in WW1 starting in 1916.

Fact 2: Heisenberg has been with Miranda since he was a child. Miranda lost Eva in 1919 and began her experiments shortly thereafter.

Fact 3: Lady Dimitrescu was turned before Heisenberg which is why she calls him child. Dimitrescu was turned at some point in the 1940s or 1950s fully grown and during WW2.

Fact 4: Heisenberg is a German name, but the Heisenberg family from which Karl is a descendant of was present in Romania prior to his change. He inherited the factory that was already built in the village in Romania by the time he was born. This means that he did not immigrate from Germany.

So in conclusion Heisenberg’s family was present in Romania prior to the start of WW2 and he was taken for experimentation by Miranda around the same time or shortly after Dimitrescu was turned during the war. The dog tags are most likely either a relic of WW2 he found aesthetically pleasing or, more likely IMO, a product of WW1 that came with his family when they settled in Romania. Also I will again point out that while Heisenberg is 100% a villain/bad guy he NEVER experimented on living subjects like the other lords or Nazis. His army is built from the dead bodies that have piled up under Miranda’s own neglect. Thank you that is all~

Edit: But that is not all. I’ve also seen people pointing to the film Frankenstein’s Army (2013) as proof that the film that clearly inspired a lot of Heisenberg and his monsters is a nazi horror movie. Well I watched it today and guess what?

*Film spoilers below, it’s actually kind of an awesome/cheesy movie*

The titular army is largely comprised of dead nazis because the Frankenstein who created it turned on them. He didn’t agree with what they were doing and was making an army of the dead to try to end the war once and for all. The Frankenstein in this did use live subjects though so Capcom did make Heisenberg to be a bit better. Now that is all~

[ironicfury]

RE8 Ladies of the Village and their “Signature Scents”

Inspired by a recent post by @ctitan98, I have researched and determined that the Ladies of RE8 wear the following perfumes. I’ve included my interpretation of their romantic and sexual preferences (no hetero!), as well as discussion of their personalities.

(1) Mother Miranda (grey-romantic pansexual)

Mother Miranda does not usually wear scents. As a scientist, she is keenly aware of how scents may interfere with her work, and thus generally avoids wearing perfumes or any scented body wash. Her daily scent is somewhere between a cross of Ecolab hospital cleaner and decay (cuz she’s a moldy bird). Her keen bird senses also make her more sensitive to smell. However, as a deity, Mother Miranda will occasionally deign to wear her signature perfume, Selection Verte, when forced to engage with others. A unisex scent released in 1901, Selection Verte was also worn by Freud and is geared towards “intuitive and insightful” individuals (aka - the master manipulator). It is an incredibly simple scent for a very complicated goddess.

Selection Verte / Unisex / 1901

Henry Creed Fourth Generation

Citrus Aromatic

Top Notes: Citruses, Neroli, and Pepper

Middle Notes: Mint and Herbal Notes

Base: Ambergris

 (2) Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (homo-romantic lesbian)

Cuir de Russie, or Russian leather, was an extremely popular scent at the end of the 19th Century and early 20th Century. This provocative and shocking perfume was specifically created for women who dared to smoke cigarettes in public, which many viewed as truly scandalous in that era. As a single woman smoking cigarettes and performing jazz in the 1930s, the Lady most certainly would have worn this scent both before and after her Cadou implant. Though now discontinued, you can be sure the Lady has bottles stored somewhere in her castle.  

The composition starts with aldehydes moderated by mild nectar of classical trio – rose, jasmine and ylang-ylang. The ending comes as smoky, animalistic note of dark leather. The main notes are orange blossom, bergamot, mandarin, sage, iris, jasmine, rose, ylang-ylang, cedarwood, vetiver, styrax, leather, amber and vanilla.

Les Exclusifs de Chanel Cuir de Russie 1924 / Women / 1924

Chanel

Warm Leather

Top Notes: Clary Sage, Orange Blossom, Bergamot, Lemon, and Mandarin Orange

Middle Notes: Iris, Ylang-Ylang, Carnation, Vetiver, Jasmine, Rose, and Cedar.

Base notes: Leather, Birch, Tobacco, Musk, Amber, Heliotrope, and Vanilla.

 (3) Bela Dimitrescu (demiromantic bisexual)

IMO, Bela is a transwoman who idolizes her mother, so she, too, tends to prefer classic, complex, and heavier scents. It certainly helps to cover the scent of blood and death that clings to her and her sisters (though, here, too, I imagine that Bela is a bit tidier than her siblings). Bela selected this perfume as soon as the Duke brought it by in 1955 and has refused to wear any other scent since.

Youth Dew / Women / 1953

Estee Lauder

Amber Spicy

Top Notes: Spices, Aldehydes, Narcissus, Lavender, Orange, Bergamot, Peach

Middle Notes: Spicy Notes, Cloves, Cinnamon, Rose, Ylang-Ylang, Jasmine, Lily-of-the-Valley, Cassia, and Orchid

Base: Incense, Tolu Balsam, Peru Balsam, Oakmoss, Patchouli, Amber, Vetiver, Vanilla, and Musk

(4) Cassandra Dimitrescu (aromantic bisexual)

In sharp contrast to her older sister, Cassandra disliked being forced to wear a perfume or cologne. When she finally bent to her mother’s demand that she “bathe more often or cover [her] putrid scent with something” before Mother Miranda’s visits, she selected a scent that reminded her of hunting in the woods after a chilly autumn morning. She now wears it almost daily, much to the relief of everyone around her.

Chypre Mousse / Unisex / 1914

House Oriza L. Legrand

Chypre (or Citrusy-Earth based scent)

Top Notes: Mint, Clary Sage, Fennel, and Green Notes

Middle Notes: Oakmoss, Galbanum, Angelica, Fern, Clover, Mastic or Lentisque, and Violet Leaf

Base Notes: Oakmoss, Vetiver, Pine Tree Needles, Boletus edulis, Vetiver, Chestnut, resins, Pine Tree Needles, Labdanum, and Leather.

 (5) Daniela Dimitrescu (panromantic pansexual)

Of all the ladies on this list, Daniela’s taste in perfumes is the flightiest – varying nearly as frequently as her taste in suitors. Generally, Daniela prefers sweet, sugary scents, which sometimes (frequently) clash with her disheveled, bloody look, petrifying castle staff even more (“How can someone be so evil and smell so sweet?!?”). Daniela’s current favorite perfume is a recent, limited-edition release called Strength from Andromeda’s Curse. She may have only picked it for its brand name...

Strength / Women / 2017

Andromeda’s Curse

Sweet

Notes of Coffee, Frosting, Marshmallow, Whipped Cream, Coumarin, Milk, Brown Sugar, Vanilla, and Chocolate.

(6) Lady Donna Beneviento (demiromantic demisexual)

IMO, Lady Donna Beneviento is the newest Lord in the village, so her perfume preferences are less dated than most of the ladies on this list. Given her powers with the yellow flowers, it is unsurprising to many that this Lady prefers a floral fragrance. Per Fragrantica.com, Poeme, by Lancôme is a

[c]lassic floral oriental fragrance launched in 1995. The structure of Poeme is original, does not follow classic structure of top, middle and base notes. The notes of the composition are appearing alternately, like echo. The composition features intoxicating Himalayan blue poppy, white and yellow flowers (mimosa, rose, freesia...) and vanilla flower. Poeme is a poem in the world of perfumes; the contrasts of bitter and sweet create a special sensual aura. The bottle with this miraculous bitter honey is a synthesis of the contrasts – attractive curves and straight lines.

Other notes include: Narcissus, Datura, Peach, Plum, Mandarin Orange, Black Currant, Bergamot, Green Notes, Tuberose, Ylang-Ylang, Orange Blossom, Jasmine, Heliotrope, Rose, Leather, Vanilla, Amber, Tonka Bean, Musk, and Cedar.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

So. 👀

Sasha and Lady Dimitrescu. You said you'd take requests?

So... those two having carriage sex? Like, having to be silent and Lady D just does her best so Sasha won't be.

Like bending them over and taking them from behind with two fingers with their face pressed into the cushions.

AAAAAAAAAAA... YES, I ABSOLUTELY DO TAKE REQUESTS FOR THEM.. SKJDFKDFKHGJ.. THANK YOU! I got a bit carried away with this 👀 Sasha just... fuels a lot of inspiration in me 😅 But ahem.. I hope some of you will like this! 👀😩🥰

***

You sighed as you watched the barren Romanian landscape slowly pass by the small window of the carriage. Your Lady's large form outlined beautifully in the late afternoon sun. A deep furrow to her brow as her eyes stared blankly at the same scenery that so tediously passed you by. You let out another sigh before leaning back against the soft cushions of your seat.

"Bored, are we, pet?"

She chuckled, allowing two fingers to stroke over the side or your head - instantly making you blush.

"Ah.. sorry, my lady. It seems the meetings today have left me a bit .. restless."

She only raised an eyebrow, humming in response as her gaze lingered over your face and body for just a moment before finding their way back to the window.

"Think nothing of it, pet. These journeys can be rather dull in nature. Especially when you've reached this part of the countryside."

You nodded in reply. It only made sense, of course. This far from your humble little village was what people often referred to as the 'sticks'. Vast miles of nothing but farmland and the occasional brothel.. or so your Lady had told you.

"Sasha?"

You blinked once, quickly coming out of your thoughts as you turned to face the Countess.

"Yes, my lady?"

"Would you be up for a little.. game, by chance? To pass the time until we arrive back at the Castle, that is."

"A game, my lady?"

Without so much of a warning she had you on her lap - a couple fingers in your hair as she pulled you in for a deep kiss. The indulgent warmth of her tongue instantly arousing as it slid over yours, willing you to lean into it. The slightest of smirks decorating your already flushed face as you did.

"Seems to me like you just wanted an excuse to kiss me, my lady."

The quip immediately leaving your mouth as soon she broke the kiss and leaned back.

"Does it now, pet?" She countered, tracing the tip of her fingernail across your already kiss-swollen lips. "Isn't your enticing looks and clever tongue reason enough for that, my sweet enby?"

"I.. well.. perhaps.."

She chuckled as the blush across your cheeks deepened to a bright crimson.

"Such a perfect little pet you are, Sasha."

"Erm.. thank you, my lady."

"Mh.. the pleasure's all mine, pet."

The way she looked at you. The look in her eyes like she was about to devour you at any moment sent a heat so profound throughout your body that you instantly felt your core clench around nothing. Could she smell how incredibly aroused you were already? The lingering feeling of her tongue against yours still fueling the slick that had been steadily building between your legs.

"Ah.. pretty sure the pleasure here lies with me, my lady."

"Well, it's certainly about to be, pet."

You could only swallow back the arousal that was now all too thick in the back of your throat, shuddering as the tip of her nail traced down the front of your neck and across the skin just beneath the collar of your shirt.

"M-my lady?"

"So, now... the game." She continued, licking her lips alluringly as she leaned in. A single finger to your chin as she gently forced you to look at her. "I'm wondering.. just how quiet can you be, Sasha?"

"I'm.. well, as quiet as you'd like me to be, my lady. We don't need to talk if you're not-"

"Hush now, pet.. that is not the kind of quiet I meant."

"Oh.."

OH.

She chuckled again, smirking at your immediate fluster.

"My little delight." She practically purred. "Stay as quiet as you can for me, Sasha, and I'll take care of the need that I can so clearly smell on you, pet. Does that sound reasonable?"

"Y-yes, my lady."

"Mh.. good pet."

In less than a moment she had you sprawled across her lap. Your trousers already pulled down to your ankles and your face pressed into the soft cushions of the seat next to you. Her fingers caressing over the soft skin of your back as she lifted your shirt up just a little - exposing more of the flushed skin on your backside while her nails drug lightly down it.

"So gorgeous. My perfect enby."

The brief feeling of her lips on the small of your back instantly making your hips jerk, causing her to chuckle.

"Needy already, Sasha?"

"Always for you, Mistress."

Even with your words slightly muffled, the faint growl that moved throughout her throat in response was undeniable.

"Insatiable little pet."

"Y-yes, Mistress."

You punctuated your words by lengthening your lower back and spreading your legs for her a little further - the almost ravenous sound that spilled from your Lady's body only compelling the juices between them to drip even more.

"You're absolutely stunning, Sasha. I can't say it enough."

She didn't even let you reply before a single finger was readying your entrance, tracing down the slit of you once before sliding it in. A satisfied hum across her lips as she watched you slowly stretch around her.

"Mph.. thank you, Mistress."

"Mh.. now, remember Sasha.. no sounds."

"Yes, Mistress."

You felt the weight of her hand on the back of your head press down a little harder as she drove her finger into you roughly, immediately forcing you to bite back a yelp. You had grown so accustomed to your Lady always wanting to hear you that the task at hand might prove more difficult than you had thought. Your fingers grasping into the velvet lining of the seat below you as she began a steady pace. Pulling her finger out in a teasingly slow manner only to trust it back in twice as hard - compelling a deep heat across your body with every stretch to your entrance.

"You're doing so well, Sasha."

Her praise only making you whimper, the sweet metallic taste of blood upon your tongue as your teeth sank into your bottom lip - biting it harder and harder with each calculated thrust.

"Th-thank you, my lady."

"Think you can handle more, my pet?"

You could feel your legs tremble at just the thought of it, your core clenching around her as you lengthened your hips back even more - readying yourself.

"Yes.. please, Mistress."

"Mh.. so greedy."

She chuckled, an absolute needy whimper muffled into the soft fabric of the seat as she pressed a second finger against your entrance, directly below the other.

"Ready, Sasha?"

Your Lady's voice was soft.. gentle, even.

"Yes, Mistress."

It was as if your whole body was lit aflame as soon as she slid the second finger in. The exquisite heat of it as you stretch around her spilling unhindered across your body - your fingers clenching into the cushion in front of you as her own filled you so completely.

"That's it, Sasha. That's my good pet."

Fuck.. fuck.. just how badly you wanted to moan, to cry out, scream. Express your utter pleasure in some way shape or form. The indent on your lips only becoming more and more prevalent with each needy sound that threatened to spill out from you. Ones that would surely tell the driver and anyone within an earshot just how badly your Mistress was wrecking you. And at this point, you didn't really care if they did.

"My sweet, perfect enby."

"Fuck."

Your curse was muffled, not only causing your Lady to chuckle, but also forcing her fingers to drive into you even harder. The prickling heat that had been waiting all too patiently to take over, building to an almost unbearable level - practically begging to be released as she fucked you with the utmost precision. Your thick juices dripping down your thighs and soaking the fine fabric of your Lady's dress - a fact that she didn't seem all too concerned about as she kept her pace relentless.

And when you felt a third finger circle over your clit, your teeth found the soft velvet of the seat, moaning into it as you bucked your hips back into her. A complete white out over your eyes as they forced themselves shut. Your whole body tense - every cell a lightning rod within itself.

"Come for me, my sweet pet. I think you've earned it, hm?"

You had never felt an orgasm so strong since the first time she had touched you. Your eyes rolling back into your head and every inch of you shuddering as your desire for her gushed from your core and down to her wrists, soaking everything in its path. Another one rolling through directly after, leaving not a single part of your body sufficiently spent as it moved throughout you like a tidal wave, pulling one last needy whimper from your lips before you felt yourself fall breathless on top of her, immediately melting into the soft warmth of your Lady's thighs.

"You did so, so well my sweet pet."

You could only reply with an incoherent grunt as she released her hand from the back of your head, allowing it to fall to the side as you tried to steady your breath.

"Th-thank you, my lady."

"Of course, pet. Lie there for however long as you need. We still have quite a bit of a ride before we reach the outskirts of the village."

You only nodded, gasping slightly as she slid her fingers from your aching core and pulled your pants back up to your waist. The unmistakable sounds of you Lady licking her fingers clean all you could hear as you swiftly drifted off into a very satisfied nap.

Aaaaaaa.. fuck I love Sasha so much fsdskjfkdjfh.. thank you so much for this request, my dear! 😩😩😩🥰🥰🥰 skshsksla

And thank you to my wonderful partner for giving me permission to write for this amazing enbean 🥰 Also.. if you enjoyed this, and haven't read Safety yet.. please do!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30534828/chapters/75309282

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Calling Out For Her

Cassandra Dimitrescu x She/Her Reader

A/N: Cassandra is my favorite I just love that girl. I thought it was real neat that Lady D could just call out for her and she’d appear so that inspired this. Some typical resident evil violence and language in here and Cassandra isn’t exactly nice at first, but she figures out how to be personable...kinda. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 6,158

(Y/n) was exceptionally careful. If tasked to understand what had allowed her to survive in the castle for so long, she would say it was because she was so careful, meticulous, with her work. All she had to do was follow a certain set of rules.

A polite tone brimming with reverence, ‘Yes Lady Dimitrescu’ or, ‘yes ladies Bela, Cassandra and Daniela’. Never a no, even if warranted, unless you want your eyes level with your toes and cool air meeting your stump of a neck. Always serve with a curtsy, never meet their eyes, never ask questions, keep your head down and clean, clean, clean like your life depends on it because like with everything else, it does.

The bottom line was that (Y/n) knew how to survive in the castle of Dimitrescu. It took tact, forward thinking, and a bit of luck. But today, after a very respectable nine months of service, (Y/n)’s luck had apparently run out. She had royally fucked up.

“Oh, fuck me—!“ (Y/n) hissed, followed by a sharp gasp as her grip slipped because of the dip of the chandelier.

She had no one to blame but herself. She had been assigned to clean the banisters and chandeliers of the foyer and had leaned out just a little too far with her duster. Thus, her scramble for purchase on the confounding light fixture to save her from cracking her skull on the marble floor below.

“H...help!” (Y/n) called, barely above her usual speaking tone. She dared not speak louder for fear of alerting any of the bloodthirsty daughters of her predicament. She could only hope one of her fellow maids was working nearby.

“No, nonono—“ the words left (Y/n)’s  mouth faster than her lips could move. One of the metal weldings that held up the chandelier was creaking and becoming dangerously loose as time ticked by.

“Help!” (Y/n) called a little louder, the desperation bleeding into her tone as her fingers dug painfully into the decorative, jewel encrusted rim of the chandelier.

Yet still not a sound besides the creak of old metal giving way. Nine months of service to the Lady of the Castle and this was never how (Y/n) imagined she’d go. It wasn’t uncommon for some maids to take their life by their own hand, but (Y/n) wanted to keep fighting—!

“Ah!” (Y/n) cried sharply. The chandelier’s tether frayed a bit further, causing it to drop a few inches. She was fully panicking now, arms aching and chest heaving as she dangled. She made the mistake of looking at the cold, hard floor below and that only made her heart beat faster. She didn’t want to go out like this!

The chandelier fell another inch, stinging (Y/n)’s fingers. She was gripping so hard she was sure her fingers must have been bleeding. She needed someone, anyone to come and somehow in her panicked state, she thought of her Lady. If her Lady needed something done and done fast, all she had to do was call out her name and she would be there in an instant. Somehow in (Y/n)’s desperate mind, she thought that calling upon the most ruthless of the Dimitrescu Family was her best course of action.

“Cassandra!” (Y/n) yelled, closing her eyes tightly and fighting to maintain her precarious grip.

For a few seconds, there was just the creaking the chandelier and (Y/n) didn’t know whether to be relieved or devastated by the silence. Before she could resign herself to her fate, a faint buzzing could be heard below, growing in intensity until (Y/n) could see the swarm of blowflies collecting below her until they completely formed the middle Dimitrescu daughter. She looked up at (Y/n) with a sneer on her blood stained lips.

“Well, well, well. I must say that this is a first for me.” Cassandra hummed, a fist over her hip as she craned her head up, twisting this way and that to really get a good look. Yes, a maid hanging from a chandelier must have been a novelty to the monstrous woman indeed.

“Just how did you get into this predicament little mouse? Perhaps you are more of a monkey, hmm?” Cassandra giggled sadistically before idly licking the blood from her lips, smearing it around more than anything.

“I leaned too far over the banister while I was dusting.” (Y/n) explained through clenched teeth, trying to maintain her aching grip.

“Mmm, how clumsy of you.” Cassandra laughed again, moving her arms to rest across her chest, she propped her chin up in her gloved hand as she regarded (Y/n) with glee. “You know, I was going to skin you alive. You had called me away from cellar time after all, new arrivals are always the most fun to break. Not to mention that you, some lowly maid, think that I, a noblewoman of the House, am at your beck and call. Yes, I was going to kill you myself but now I’m curious,” Cassandra’s smirk widened to a full blown maniacal grin, “what will give out first? Your arms, or the chandelier?”

“Lady Cassandra, please!” (Y/n) wasn’t sure where she thought pleading would get her, but people will do all kinds of things they wouldn’t normally do under duress. Including begging a known sadistic killer to save them from certain death.

“Oh, she remembers her manners!” Cassandra mocked, “Do me a favor and just fall already. I fear I might be developing a crick in my neck.”

(Y/n) could feel the heat of incoming tears sting her eyes as she dangled several feet above her one woman audience. Well, no one could say she didn’t try. She started mumbling a little prayer for herself that turned into a yelp as the chandelier fell another half a foot, a much larger drop than the occasional two to three inches. The sudden gravity shift yanked (Y/n)’s hands clean off the chandelier, slicing her skin terribly as she tried to grab back on. She missed, she was falling.

(Y/n) couldn’t even scream, she just closed her eyes as tightly as she could and waited to meet the ground... speaking of which, shouldn’t she have hit it already?

(Y/n) peeled open an eye and slowly allowed herself to finally take in the buzzing that was surrounding her. Blowflies. She peered down past the swarm to see Cassandra, half formed with her arms outstretched, ready to receive her. (Y/n) could only stare, mouth slightly agape, as she was settled in Cassandra’s arms, watching the blowflies that had carried her mesh back into Cassandra’s legs.

“Why so surprised?” Cassandra asked with a mock sweetness that made (Y/n) shiver, “I simply couldn’t let you die just yet. No, I think I’d like to play with you just a little while longer.”

Cassandra happened to glance at the bloody hands clutched tightly to the maid’s chest and hummed. Adjusting her strong hold on the paralyzed maiden, she clutched the outermost wrist tightly and pulled it to her bloodied lips for a sample.

“Mm,” Cassandra appraised, passing her tongue over the cuts again, “yes, I think I’ll enjoy taking my time with you.” She cackled before unceremoniously dropping (Y/n) to the floor at a much safer, but still painful height.

“Go patch yourself up, my prey. You’re dismissed.” She said and then, she dispersed into a swarm of blowflies and was gone, her laughter bouncing off of the high ceilings.

(Y/n) sat on the floor dumbstruck, before finally getting up on shaky legs. She made her way to the maid’s quarters and upon seeing that it was empty, she allowed herself to cry as she cleaned and dressed her fingers. Lady Cassandra had saved her, saved her for a worse fate by her own hand no doubt. All she could do was wait.

***

Cassandra was a menace.

After the chandelier incident, (Y/n) found herself assigned to areas of the castle that Cassandra was known to frequent. There was never a minute’s rest when the middle child was free from her mother and sisters and even if Cassandra was occupied, (Y/n) often found herself nipped by the occasional stray blowfly as she did her work. There was no question in her mind where they had come from.

Yes, having caught Lady Cassandra’s eye had created a lot of extra work for the poor girl with extra antagonism. She’d poke and prod and pull, jostling (Y/n) around while she tried to stay on task. She would drag bloodied bodies through the carpeted halls (Y/n) had just cleaned and laugh as the poor maid went to restock her cleaning supplies. Cassandra would even demand (Y/n) drop everything to run her baths when she had grow tired of running around with blood smeared all over her like a toddler left alone with finger paints. She’d smugly present her bloodied face to (Y/n), silently demanding she wipe it clean for her and when she was satisfied, she would lean back in her tub and order (Y/n) to clean the bloodied weapons she’d drop dangerously close to her feet.  

Cassandra was insufferable, yet, (Y/n) couldn’t help but think positively because it could have easily been much worse. For as taxing as dealing with Cassandra could be, she had never hurt her, not really anyway. Not like the poor maid who went to clean the armory and left with one less arm than she went in with. The occasional bite of a blowfly stung and the shoves and pinches could be bruising, but at least she still had all her limbs, no broken bones or sickle scars puckering her skin.

(Y/n) sighed to herself as she polished the same battle axe for the third time that week. She was the only maid allowed to clean the armory anymore after Bianca lost her arm. Lady Cassandra had said that only (Y/n) knew how to clean her toys with proper care and could make them twice as shiny and sharp. A few of the other maids would darkly joke with (Y/n) in the serving quarters about the middle Dimitrescu having a crush on her, but (Y/n) would simply dismiss their gossip and continue her work without complaint. Such rumors could be dangerous after all.

As (Y/n) heaved the axe back into its place on the wall, she heard the thrum of quick light feet running across the carpeted hall just outside. She frowned to herself, but kept working. Assuming it was just just another poor girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. However the door the the armory clicked open, and the slightly out of breath maid (Y/n) recognized as Moiara peaked in, flushed from all her running no doubt.

“Lady Dimitrescu is ordering all of the maids back to their quarters immediately.” The girl urgently informed.

“Whatever for?” (Y/n) asked, brows furrowed in concern. It was a most unusual order.

“Apparently a pack of Moroaica have escaped the cellar and are currently roaming the castle. The Lady’s daughters are hunting them down, but it could take some time to clear everything up. Lady Dimitrescu doesn’t wish to lose more workers than she can replace.” Moiara explained, albeit the last line came out a touch bitterly.

“I understand, I’ll make my way now. Be safe.”

“Thank you.” Moiara nodded before darting off again.

(Y/n) cautiously made her way to the door and peered down both ends of the hallway. Noting that it was clear, she left the doorway and shut the armory door before quickly walking in the direction of the maid’s quarters. It was quite a walk and (Y/n)’s heart went out to Moiara and the rest of the girls who were still scattered further within the castle’s walls.

The halls were eerily quiet and empty, not unusual, but with the added threat lurking, well, it made it a tad more unsettling. It was laughable really, for (Y/n) to be afraid now. The threat of death loomed over her head constantly and only now she was concerned?

(Y/n) chuckled despite herself as she rounded another bend, hardly checking her surroundings as she crossed the third hallway and then the fourth.

“Oh!” (Y/n) tripped on a raised wrinkle in the rug, her hand automatically grasped the curtain beside her to steady herself. She was lucky it didn’t rip or surely the Lady of the House would have her head, never mind the Moroaica.

As she made to steady herself on her own two feet again, the curtain she had grasped twisted harshly and was ripped from her surprised and slackened grip. (Y/n) felt her blood run cold and her feet turn to lead as the ‘curtain’ reached out for her, revealing rotten, gnarled fingers that snapped (Y/n)’s bicep in a firm squeeze. As it completed its turn, (Y/n) saw scraggly, yellowed teeth lunge for her neck.

She attempted to keep the stray Moroaica at bay. The whole interaction, frightening and life threatening as it was, was a near silent struggle. It was as if (Y/n) had lost her voice completely. All that came from her were stuttering gasps as the creature snarled and snapped at her.

It wrestled her to the floor and clawed at her clothes and skin, drawing the blood that it seemed to desperately crave. (Y/n) struggled and kicked at the creature but it was unrelenting and finally something happened that helped (Y/n) find her voice, she screamed.

The Moroaica clawed at her ribs, tearing fabric, skin and muscle alike. (Y/n)’s fighting grew weaker the more the monster dug at her and her mouth was still parted from her pained screams but they were now near silent croaks as the pain and blood loss threatened her consciousness. Seemingly noticing her weakened state, the Moroaica neared its yellowing teeth to her exposed flesh and—

“Oo, look Bela! I found another one~!”

(Y/n) reflexively closed her eyes and felt something hot and wet splatter across her face. She heard a squelching noise and felt dead weight fall against her body as Daniela’s giggles filled the hall.

“You shouldn’t be having so much fun.” Bela grumbled at her sister. “I knew mother should have sent you to your room. It would have been a more fitting punishment.”

“Okay, so maybe I forgot to lock the cellar, but you can’t say you aren’t having a good time as well.” Daniela said, grinning when Bela rolled her eyes, a small shadow of a smile forming on the eldest sister’s lips.

“Aw, look,” Daniela grunted, kicking at the dead Moroaica until its corpse rolled off of (Y/n), “well, let’s not let her go to waste. Her blood still smells good.”

“Wait, Daniela,” Bela said, holding her younger sister’s shoulder as she peered down at the bloodied maid her breaths coming raggedly as she fought to open her eyes. Bela sniffed and winced, shooting her sister a look.

“Daniela, take a closer look.”

“Ugh, fine,” the youngest groaned and leaned forward, “I don’t see why...” Daniela paused, her back went rigid. She just stared at (Y/n) for a few moments before finally turning to her sister, lips pursed.

“Cass is literally going to kill me.”

“You think?” Bela said, almost with complete disinterest.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Help me! If she dies, I die!” Daniela hissed, couching beside (Y/n) to assess the damage.

“I don’t know, I think I would kind of like to see Cassandra hunt you for sport.” Bela smirked.

“Bela!”

“Alright, alright.” Bela sighed, couching at (Y/n)’s other side.

The last thing the maid could make out before succumbing to unconsciousness was a dull, muffled buzzing and a feeling of weightlessness.

***

When (Y/n) awoke, she immediately noted that her throat was drier than a desert wind; her stomach and ribs also burned and itched like nothing she had ever experienced. She gingerly touched her stomach and found it covered in bandages. Her head ached so she pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes for a few moments.

With great effort she hoisted herself into a sitting position and had to do a double take of her surroundings. This was not the maid’s quarters and given the amount of time she had been spending in here lately, she was quick to realize she was in Lady Cassandra’s room, in her bed. Before (Y/n) could really let it all sink in, the door was yanked open.

Cassandra stalked in, shutting the door tightly behind her before standing over (Y/n) with a fire blazing in her golden eyes. A blowfly (Y/n) had initially failed to notice crawled down the bedpost before meshing back into Cassandra’s body. Apparently she had been being watched.

“Why didn’t you call for me?” Cassandra gritted out, gripping the bedpost so hard (Y/n) was afraid it would splinter.

“Lady Cassandra?” (Y/n) questioned, still feeling numb and achy and not at all ready for such aggressive energy.

“Glad to know you still remember.”Cassandra said mockingly before her voice became low and serious again, “You were in trouble, why didn’t you call for me?”

“I don’t...” (Y/n) winced and held her head, it felt like she was on a boat in rocky waters.

Cassandra took notice and with surprising gentleness, lowered (Y/n) to rest fully against the bed once more. She even offered (Y/n) water and helped her drink. Then she checked her temperature, the cool touch of her skin felt wonderful against (Y/n)’s aching head.

“What happened?” (Y/n) murmured, whining when Cassandra went to remove her hand. A bit hesitantly, she put it back. A small, prideful smile curved at her lips when (Y/n) relaxed against her touch.

“Don’t you remember?” Cassandra scoffed, “I swear, you humans are so unbelievably fragile. You were attacked by a Moroaica that strayed from its pack. Bela and the idiot who caused the whole mess found you. I did some sucking up to mother and we fixed you up with a little herbal remedy,” Cassandra frowned her voice becoming a tad accusatory, “Yet you still slept for a long time.”

“I’m sorry to have been an inconvenience Lady Cassandra.” (Y/n) spoke up after trying to absorb all that Cassandra had told her. Surely it would have taken more than a, ‘little herbal remedy’ to fix what had happened to her.

(Y/n) scrunched her eyes shut when Cassandra suddenly growled and pinched the maid’s nose.

“I’m glad you realize it. Do you know how infuriating it is to watch another maid handle my weaponry all wrong? To not make my room the way that I like it? Ugh, I’d have killed them all if mother let me.” She let go of (Y/n)’s nose, swiping the side of her index finger playfully over the bridge a couple times before re-settling her hand over (Y/n)’s cheek.

“That’s why, when you’re all better, you are going to have to train one of those imbeciles how to do it right.”

“I can do it myself, Lady Cassandra. I can get back to work tomorrow I’m sure of it.” (Y/n) nearly pleaded. She was sure any girl she trained would end up killed anyway. There were too many little things that could set Cassandra off to count.

“There is no more cleaning for you. You’re retired.”

“Retired?” (Y/n) couldn’t help but gawk up at Cassandra. The notion was wholly unbelievable. No one retired from serving the Dimitrescus’ unless you counted dying as a form of retirement.

“Yes.” Cassandra said with near vicious finality.

“Lady Cassandra, my parents count on the lei I send them from my job here, please reconsider. There is no work for me back at the village and I’d just be another mouth my family cannot afford to feed.” (Y/n) beseeched, her body quaked with fever.

“Calm yourself.” Cassandra spoke as if attempting to be soft, but was still very on edge. “Your family will still receive money. You aren’t going back to the village.”

“I’m not?” (Y/n)’s brows drew together with further confusion, “but, then what will be my purpose if I’m not to work?”

“Does it really matter?” Cassandra flustered, a buzzing sound filled the space between them, “Your family is getting money and you don’t have to do anything for it, be grateful!” Cassandra pinched (Y/n)’s cheek a bit harshly before standing and stalking away. The buzzing following her as she tore the door open once more.

“I’ll be back with lunch.” The Dimitrescu grumbled before closing the door behind her once more.

“What is going on?” (Y/n) whispered to herself in disbelief before resting her head fully back against the pillow. She caught movement in the corner of her eye and turned her head just in time to watch a blowfly crawl back into the dark canopy of the bed.

***

(Y/n) wasn’t sure what to do with herself. Suddenly, she had all this free time on her hands and would for a long time apparently. It was nice when she was still recovering, but now that she had healed, she felt antsy.

Cassandra had handpicked a trembling maid for (Y/n) to train, but even those sessions did not last long as the poor girl, Anca was her name, was still expected to complete other chores. Something that did help to pass the time however was Cassandra herself, strangely enough. She was always the one to bring (Y/n) meals unless she was busy with some task her mother had given her, also giving (Y/n) little gifts and talking to her throughout each day. Sometimes the ‘gifts’ were gruesome and the talks seemed more like interrogations, but the effort in which Cassandra put into every interaction left (Y/n) intrigued with, and appreciative of the middle child.

Now wasn’t one of those times unfortunately, and (Y/n) found herself pacing the floor of her room, yes, one of her very own. Given to her by Cassandra right across the hall from her own. Now that she was well enough to do more on her own, she had been moved there about three weeks ago to have her own space. Another thing that was unheard of coming from the middle Dimitrescu. (Y/n) paused by the window to look out upon the snowy ground below.

“Miss (Y/n)?” A knock on the door, “May I speak with you?”

“Anca,” (Y/n) paused her paces, that was strange. There had been no plans for a lesson tonight. Nevertheless, (Y/n) was happy for the company. Ever since Cassandra had removed her from service, the other maids had avoided (Y/n) like a plague “please come in.”

The nervous little maid came in, closing the door tightly behind her, shoulders stiff as she slowly approached and took a seat in the chair (Y/n) offered to her.

“Are you alright? You’re shaking.” (Y/n) frowned, reaching out to comfort her only to watch Anca shrink away from her hand.

“Lady Cassandra,” she spoke, looking wildly around the room, “she will kill me I’m sure of it. What game are you playing?”

“Game? I’m playing no game.” (Y/n) tried to assure. “Has she said anything to you? I promise I’m covering every base I can—”

“You aren’t doing enough!” She screeched, startling the other. “I’ve seen the way she treats you. The privileges you’ve gained. This is all a set up! You were in my shoes not long ago, have you really lost your humanity so quickly?”

“Anca, please, calm yourself. I’m not working against you, I swear.” (Y/n) tried to explain. “Tell me what’s wrong, let me help you. How can I help you?”

“How?” Anca mumbled, rubbing at her dark rimmed eyes. “It’s all because of you that I’m in this mess to begin with!”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Anca.”

“No, I really don’t think you are.” Anca sniffed, rising from her chair. “But maybe there is something you can do to help me. I’m already dead, but I want to hurt Lady Cassandra before I go and I think I can do just that,” she pulled a knife from her apron, “if I take you down with me!”

“Anca!” (Y/n) screamed, stumbling away just before the knife could strike her.

“Just hold still! I’ll do it fast, please!” Anca cried as she swiped at her again. “Let me just have this one thing! This one last fuck you to this hell hole!”

“Stop! You’re making a mistake!” (Y/n) tried again, wrestling with Anca for the knife.

The scuffle went on for minutes before (Y/n) was thrown to the back wall, the knife missed her head just barely and sunk into the wood behind her. As Anca struggled to hold her in place and wedge the knife free, (Y/n) called out for her without even realizing it until the blood drained from Anca’s face.

“Cassandra!”

“No, shut up! Shut up you bitch!” Anca squealed, rocking the knife more vigorously.

“Cass—“ (Y/n) tried to call out again, this time fully aware of what she was doing, only to be head-butted by Anca in a desperate attempt to quiet her while she continued to work at the knife.

It was too late for that however, as proven by angry buzzing sounds roaring through the hallway and sliding under the door before forming right at Anca’s back, a cold hand joined Anca’s over the knife and grasped her so hard, (Y/n) could hear the maid’s fingers crack.

“You want this knife, do you?” Cassandra sneered, “Please, allow me.”

Cassandra tugged the knife from the wall like it had been warm butter, Anca’s hand still clenched in her own. She used her other arm to pull Anca off of (Y/n) with a rough tug and hardly took more than a few steps away before plunging the knife deep into the girl’s chest.

“There you go. You’re welcome you miserable little wretch.” Cassandra raked the knife downward, slicing Anca’s flesh all the way down to the hip as the poor girl screamed. “That will teach you to touch what doesn’t belong to you!”

(Y/n) could only watch, wide-eyed and trembling as Cassandra dissolved into her swarm, allowing Anca to fall to the floor before hundreds of little mouths began working at her flesh until the screaming ceased and all that was discernible was a frozen expression of agony on Anca’s face.

The blowflies came back together after a few more moments of feeding and Cassandra reformed, crouched beside (Y/n). (Y/n) didn’t even realize she had sunk to the floor during the gruesome attack.

Cassandra raised a blood covered hand to (Y/n)’s cheek, turning the face in her grasp, she assessed the damage, buzzing all the while. Somehow the sound felt, calming, reassuring. (Y/n) didn’t even flinch away from her touches and instead found herself leaning into them.

“Just look at what that thing did to you,” Cassandra hissed as she watched the blood leak from (Y/n)’s nose, “I should have killed her even slower.”

(Y/n) sniffled, leaning her head on Cassandra’s shoulder, “Thank you for coming.”

“I’ll always come to you if you call for me,” Cassandra sighed and pulled (Y/n) into her lap. She smelled almost overwhelmingly of blood, but (Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to care. “No one has ever called for me like you have before. No one that wasn’t my mother or sisters anyway,” Cassandra bit her lip, “I... at first, I was enraged that you called for me that first time, but the more I thought about it... Ugh! You made me feel all gross and buzzy inside. I’m just so used to humans fearing me, associating me with death. Never have I been called by one expecting to be saved from it.”

“Is that why you helped me after that Moroaica had attacked me?” (Y/n) asked, her voice still muffled by Cassandra’s shoulder. She didn’t really want to catch sight of Anca’s remains again while in the arms of her killer.

“Yes. I’m still mad at you for that.” Cassandra growled, “Why didn’t you call for me that time? I thought we had an understanding.”

“I’m sorry,” (Y/n) chuckled despite everything, “But I think understandings are usually met through open communication. I’m sorry I didn’t interpret your bug bites and general antagonisms as anything but blatant harassment.”

“Excuse me?” Cassandra snarled, reminding (Y/n) just how frightening she could be.

“I, I’m sorry Lady Cassandra. I forget myself.” (Y/n) stammered before gasping as Cassandra effortlessly rose to her feet with (Y/n) still in her arms.

“You must be awfully tired to be so mouthy. I can’t imagine you’ll want to sleep with a corpse on your rug so you’ll just have to sleep in my room until the maids clean this mess up. I suppose I’ll need to fix your nose too. So fragile, my prey is.” Cassandra sighed, clearly feeling inconvenienced by the whole situation. Though she carefully maneuvered out of the doorway so (Y/n) wouldn’t bump against it as they made the short trip across the hall to her room.

“You treat me quite well for being prey.” (Y/n) tested with caution. “You protect me, but why? Is it all so you can end me yourself at your own leisure?”

“Oh wow Cass, you really know how to make a maiden feel special.”

“I knew she was full of it, Bela! I bet they haven’t so much as kissed yet!”

(Y/n) felt Cassandra’s grip on her tighten as the mocking voices of her sisters closed in on them before Cassandra could slink into her room.

“Shut the hell up and mind your own business!” Cassandra fumed, crossing the threshold into her room before kicking the door shut, making a thunderous slam reverberate off of the castle walls.

Bela and Daniela merely giggled, seeping through the cracks of the doors before reforming over their sister’s bed, nearly falling on top of each other as Cassandra sped past them to take (Y/n) into her en-suite bathroom.

She placed (Y/n) on top on the counter and tweaked her nose without warning, making (Y/n) yelp in pain.

“Quiet prey, I needed to set your nose back into place is all,” Cassandra wrinkled her nose as more blood oozed from the abused cartilage, “damn, why must you smell so enticing.”

(Y/n) couldn’t find any words, both because her nose stung like hell and she was still stuck on what Daniela and Bela were taunting Cassandra about, so she just managed a small shrug.

Cassandra hardly seemed to mind her lack of verbal response. She was too busy grinding her teeth as her sisters continued to whisper and laugh in the bedroom. Cassandra quickly wiped and stuffed (Y/n)’s nose, nearly hissing at her to remain still before going back to deal with her unruly siblings, licking the stray blood from her fingers as she went.

(Y/n) tried to give her some privacy, she really did, but it was hard not to listen in when they were speaking so loudly, and about herself no less.

“You two get out of my room, now!” Cassandra commanded.

“Why? It’s not like anything unseemly is going to be happening in here. Right, Daniela?” Bela giggled while Daniela downright cackled with glee.

“Get. Out. Now!” Cassandra bellowed.

“Oh no Cassie,” Daniela waggled a finger, snatching it back before Cassandra could bite it, “you spend weeks pretending to have gone all the way with dear (Y/n) over there like some casanova and now we find out she doesn’t even know you like her?”

“What’s the matter Cassandra? It isn’t like you to be so chaste.” Bela said with a smirk.

“She must really like this one to be taking her time like this.” Daniela hypothesized with a bloodstained grin.

“Leave you idiots!” Cassandra nearly screamed, “She can probably hear everything you’re spewing! I’ll throw you out in the cold, don’t think I won’t!”

“Geez Cass, no need to be so hostile,” Bela shivered at the thought.

“Yeah, you take your well deserved teasings or we’ll tell mother you are not playing fair.” Daniela added with a pout.

Cassandra pinched the bridge of her nose shutting her eyes tightly before releasing her nose with a growl and snapping her gaze back to her sisters.

“What do you want?” She grumbled.

“Oo! I want the best bits of your next hunt!” Daniela immediately proclaimed.

“I want to watch you flounder about whilst you try to explain your affections to the maiden.” Bela had said after a moment of consideration.

“Oh! That sounds fun. I retract my previous statement. I want what Bela’s having.” Daniela wiggled.

“I hate you both.” Cassandra huffed before stalking back to the bathroom, her giggling sister’s on her heels. (Y/n) quickly shot her gaze down at her swinging feet, suddenly more interested in the patterns of the floor below.

It didn’t take long for Cassandra to grab (Y/n)’s jaw and pull her face upward to meet her golden eyes.

“Listen prey,” Cassandra swallowed and blinked, her eyes darting all around (Y/n)’s face, “I...”

“Come on, Cassandra. It’s not that difficult.” Bela cooed, egging her sister on.

“I could tell her for you. That would be fun.” Daniela suggested, shrinking back just a bit at the look Cassandra shot her over her shoulder.

“Prey, (Y/n), I... Why is this so hard!” She stomped her foot and her nails bit into (Y/n)’s skin a bit too harshly, “I like you a lot and that’s why I’ve been helping you. I want you to like me too. Do you? Be honest.” She asked with a bit of hostility.

Did (Y/n) like Cassandra? Either way, it seemed like a death sentence to say no. Cassandra seemed to notice (Y/n)’s trepidation and quickly added,

“You don’t have to be scared. I won’t hurt you, just tell me the truth. If the answer is not to my liking then I guess I’ll simply have to try harder.” She said as if the words physically hurt her to say.

(Y/n) thought back on all of her interactions with Cassandra in a new light. Actually being caught as she fell, the schoolyard boy with a crush behavior (which honestly didn’t give the her any points but did make sense for how the murderous woman might try to show affection), most promising was how she brought (Y/n) back to health and continued to send money to her struggling family despite not working. Then of course she had saved her from Anca’s knife, wasting no time in cutting her down and checking (Y/n) over with care.

(Y/n) gave Cassandra a small smile that steadily grew a bit wider as golden eyes traced the movement and a hopeful sounding buzz began warbling in the back of her throat. Even the sisters standing behind her buzzed in unison, seemingly feeling their sister’s hope and growing excitement.

“Lady Cassandra, I like you too—Eep!”

Cassandra’s face dove into (Y/n)’s neck as her strong arms wrapped around (Y/n) to hold her still as she nuzzled and buzzed to her heart’s content. Bela and Daniela dissolved into their swarms and were haphazardly flying around them in celebration.

Cassandra gave (Y/n)’s neck a playful nip, much softer than a blowfly, before standing back to her full height and throwing (Y/n) over her shoulder.

“Lady Cassandra?” (Y/n) tried, wiggling a bit in the sudden new hold.

“Shhh, I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks.” Cassandra said, craning her neck to look up at her sisters still buzzing above them, “Buzz off.” She told them. The clouds of flies let out a bout of disembodied laughter before slipping back under the door, feeling that they had given their sister enough grief for one night.

Once Cassandra was sure they were gone, she tossed (Y/n) on to the bed and climbed in as well, hovering over the stuttering maiden.

“Wuh- wait, Cassandra, I know we established we like each other but—“ the former maid flustered as Cassandra rested her full weight over (Y/n)’s body and moaned pleasantly in her ear.

“Mm, you’re so warm. I could just lay here forever.” She sighed, snaking her hands underneath (Y/n)’s back.

“Thank... you?” (Y/n) awkwardly replied. For as tall and strong as Cassandra was, she was surprisingly light. (Y/n) figured the fact that she was made up of flies had something to do with that.

Cassandra hummed some more, nuzzling her nose in the crook of (Y/n)’s neck and breathing so deeply that (Y/n) couldn’t help but giggle. There was a bit of concern bleeding in the back of her mind, but the smiling lips on her collarbone were quick to distract her.

“I quite like it when you make that sound, it’s sweet. But right now I’m quite tired, and I would like for you to be quiet now. I’m listening to your blood move.”

Well, that was a slightly terrifying admission. (Y/n) must’ve been going mad because she reacted no differently than if she had said she was listening to her heartbeat.

“Goodnight then.” (Y/n) murmured, slowly patting Cassandra’s hair, earning a low continuous buzzing that persisted until they had fallen asleep together.

[starry-night-rose]

🌌✏️🌈 for the oc ask game!

OHOHOHOOHOOH YES YES

I’ll do Ellis, Fabian, and Alice for this!

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Ellis - As she’s literally my self insert, the biggest inspiration behind Ellis was myself! I made her as a way to imagine myself in the world of Twisted Wonderland and how I would interact with the world! Over time, she evolved into her own person/oc and no longer a complete copy of myself! My major inspirations for Ellis were Aurora from Sleeping Beauty and Belle from Beauty and the Beast as they are my favorite Disney princesses!

Fabian - I was thinking to myself one day and thought “Wait, has anyone ever made an oc twisted from Flynn Rider?” And so Fabian was born! To make Fabian, I was inspired by several other characters who had the same energy as Flynn Rider (in my humble opinion) such as Julian Devorak from the game The Arcana or Dimitri from Anastasia! I knew I wanted to make a charming and dramatic goofball at the end of the day!

Alice - When I was first brainstorming Alice, I knew I wanted to make them a vampire, or at least a vampire like creature! Due to them being twisted off of Lady Dimitrescu, I also knew I just had to make them tall! It’s a given at this point! Besides Lady Dimitrescu being an obvious inspiration, I was also inspired by many old movie stars such as Hedy Lamarr or Elizabeth Taylor to make the vibes of Alice!

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Ellis - “I wanna be a Mona Lisa - The kind of girl that you could dream of - And I always had the words, but I don’t wanna say it - Wish I could paint a smile on my face” - Mona Lisa by Mxmtoon

Fabian - “You set sail alone, there is no crew - No one on the deck who can help you - This is all your own battle to win - This is your ship and you are the captain” - Ship in a Bottle by Fin

Alice - “She rips out my bones just like I’m an animal - And right when I’m feeling like my blood is drained - She calls it a game” - Cannibal by Tally Hall

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Ellis - Ellis has much to say to her younger self but decided to keep it a bit short and so she said “Get yourself out there! People will love you for being you! Who cares if you’re seen as weird, you’re you.” She then stretched out her arms to give her younger self a big hug!

Fabian - The advice that Fabian would give his younger self is that “Keep looking up kid, it’ll all be sunshine and rainbows one day.” He would then ruffle his younger self’s hair and give them a high five.

Alice - Although she doesn’t have much to say to her younger self, Alice would tell her younger self that “You’re doing wonderfully just keep doing what you do best, it’ll always be the best for you.” Alice was out of things to say to her younger self so she just gave younger her a pat on the head

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Picture Perfect

ao3 link! donna beneviento x reader!  I tried to make reader as gender neutral as possible so I hope I succeed! tell me what you think and sorry for any grammatical errors! also inspired by this ask that @milfcoven got but I decided to make the painter reader instead of alcina, hope that’s okay, I just thought this was really cute!

***

You'd only been in the village for six months, but you were friends with most of the villagers. Surprisingly, you hadn't been sent to Castle Dimitrescu upon your arrival. The Lady of the Castle had tried to get you to accompany her back to her home, but you declined the offer and she allowed it. You were shocked, to say the least, that the Lady had let you go back to your home unharmed, but she vowed that you'd be under her protection and that nothing would happen to you as long as you stayed here in the village.

Now, here you were watching another woman who was the Head of House Beneviento. She didn't come into the village often and when she did, she never spoke herself, she used her doll, you didn't know her name. You never questioned it because why would you? So when the woman walked up to you, you were surprised by the visit.

"Oh, good afternoon, Lady Beneviento." You greeted, your hand over your face so you could block out the sunlight a bit.

She nodded her head before the doll spoke. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Um, it's Y/N, My Lady. What's yours?" You replied.

The doll pointed to the Lady in black. "That's Donna, and I'm Angie." Angie said.

"Oh, those are beautiful names. If I'm right, Donna means world ruler and Angie means angel, messenger of God." You said. "Both meanings are very fitting."

Angie walked closer to you. "How so?" Angie asked.

"Well, Gods and Goddesses can be viewed as world rulers and if you're Lady Beneviento's messenger, so to speak, then we must be in the presence of a Goddess, little angel." You responded with a small smile to the doll. You glanced up at Lady Beneviento before looking back at Angie. "But, um, is there anything I can do for the two of you?" You asked.

Angie made the motion of wanting to be picked up, you looked up at Lady Beneviento for approval before doing so. "Mistress Donna would like to know if you would paint us." Angie said. "She said she'd pay you for it."

"Oh, I, well, I would love to paint the both of you." You replied. "I could, well, I guess I could come by House Beneviento whenever it's good for you two."

Angie shook her head. "Mistress Donna says it wouldn't be safe for you to come to the House." Angie said.

You furrowed your brows a bit. "Well, I could do it at my house instead. I'd have to clean it, but we can definitely get it done there if that's okay." Angie nodded her head. "Good. I guess just let me know what day would be a good day to get the painting done."

Angie hopped off your lap and went to be held by Lady Beneviento. She whispered something into Lady Beneviento's ear before looking back at you. "Mistress Donna says Wednesday would be a most pleasant day for the painting."

You smiled up at them. "Wednesday, it is then. I'll be expecting you." You replied. Angie said bye to you from her and Mistress Donna before they walked away from you. You quickly made your way back to your home, avoiding eye contact and conversation with anybody who witnessed your encounter with Lady Beneviento. You let out a small sigh before you began cleaning.

Wednesday came before you knew it, but at least you had most of your place cleaned and organised for your guests. As you finished setting up where you would do the painting there was a faint knock on the door. You let out a shaky breath before opening the door.

"Lady Beneviento, Angie, hi." You greeted as you let them into your home.

"Hi, Y/N. Mistress Donna and I are very excited about the painting today. I was so excited about it last night that I couldn't even sleep!" Angie exclaimed as Lady Beneviento carried her.

You flushed at her excitement. "Well, I'm glad you were excited, but I do hope you got some sleep. You know sleep is very important." You replied. "So this is where I'm going to do the painting. I'll start by sketching the two of you first and then I'll paint it. It'll take a few hours at least, but I should have the two of you home before dark." You explained.

"Y/N?" Angie called out.

You turned around. "Yes?"

"Mistress Donna would like to know if it's okay if she takes off her veil for the painting." Angie said. You nodded your head. "You won't be scared of her scar, will you?" Angie asked.

"Oh, precious angel, no. Lady Beneviento is still a Goddess, with or without her scar." You said with a smile. Angie hugged your leg as Lady Beneviento slowly undid her veil. You let out a small gasp. "See? Your Lady's a Goddess, Angie." You said to the doll and you could see a small blush colour Lady Beneviento's cheeks.

"You- you really think?" Lady Beneviento asked softly. It was the first time you had ever heard her speak, her voice sounded like honey. You nodded your head. "Thank you, um, Y/N."

"You're welcome, Lady Beneviento." You replied.

"Donna." You raised your eyebrow slightly. "In your lovely home, Donna will do just fine." She said with a soft smile.

You nodded you head slightly. "Alright then, Donna." You said. "How about we get started?" You suggested. Donna bit her lip before hesitantly moving over to the chair you set out for her. "Is something wrong? We don't have to do the painting if you don't want to."

Donna shook her head. "N-no, I want to. I just, can you, never mind." She waved the thought off.

You moved closer to her, taking her hand in yours. "Hey, listen, I'll do whatever you want me to do." You said.

"Mistress Donna is a bit self-conscious about her scar, Y/N." You looked at Angie. "Mistress Donna was wondering if you'd paint her an eye instead of painting her scar."

You nodded your head before looking back at Donna. "Is that what you would like, Donna?" You asked. She nodded her head. "I can do that. If that's what you want then I can do that." You replied.

"Mistress Donna says thank you." Angie said motioning for you to pick her up.

You have a small smile. You placed Angie on Donna's lap before asking a question. "Are you two... connected?"

"In a way, yes." Donna replied.

You hummed. You sketched her and Angie mostly in silence, occasionally asking her to turn a certain way. It took you a few hours to sketch them out like you had that it would, but you wouldn't have enough time to get it fully done to give it to her before dark.

"I didn't realise how late it was getting." You said when you looked at the clock. "I apologise for keeping you in town for so long." You stood up from your seat and looked at Angie. "You should probably get this little angel to bed soon, My Lady."

Donna frowned a bit. "Donna, please. I'd like for you to call me Donna." She replied. You simply nodded your head at her request. "I suppose we should get going. Could you hold her while I do this?" She asked, gesturing towards the black veil on your couch.

"Of course." You said as you took the doll from her lap and held her.

"Y/N, can I tell you something?" Angie asked. You smiled at her and leaned your ear down to her. You let out a soft gasp at what she told you. "Is that so? I'll be sure to make it extra special then, just for Donna... and you too, angel." You replied to the doll softly.

It wasn't long before you waving goodbye to the two of them as they headed back to their home. You had agreed on Sunday for Donna and Angie to come back for the painting, and they did. You'd just woken up when you heard the knock on your door. Smiling to yourself you made your way over to let them in.

"Donna, Angie, you're here early!" Nonetheless, you allowed them into your home. "I need a shower, but make yourselves comfortable. I made some tea if you'd like to have some, Donna, cups are in the cabinet on the right." You called over your shoulder as you made your way into the bathroom. When you came out, you found Angie asleep on your couch with Donna's veil over her while Donna was sat in a chair sipping on a cup of tea. "Angie must be really tired if she's sleeping right now." You said, looking at the sleeping doll fondly, a small smile on your face.

Donna let out a small laugh. "She, um, didn't get much sleep last night. And when Angie is restless then so am I." Donna replied. Looking her over, you did notice that she looked a bit tired. "It's no bother to me, I enjoy keeping her company." She quickly added upon seeing the concerned look on your face.

"I don't doubt that one bit." You said. "How have you been?" You asked.

"Same old, same old. Mother Miranda called a meeting for the Lords and warned us of some outsider coming to the village soon, to make sure we're prepared for his arrival." Donna explained. "I have no doubt that Alcina or Heisenberg will get their hands on him before me and Moreau get a chance at him and I wouldn't mind it one bit, to be honest."

"Speaking of Lady Dimitrescu, she tried to pursue me once, but I turned her down. Quite frightening that I lived through it." You said as you sighed into your cup of tea. Donna arched her eyebrow. "She said something about how I reminded her of someone she once knew a long time ago. It was very flattering, I guess, but I had no idea what she was going on about." You explained.

Donna looked at her cup, tapping her fingers on it. "A past lover, I assume." She said softly. You couldn't help the laugh you let out in disbelief. "I'm serious. Alcina has had some lovers come back to her, reincarnated and all that, it never slips past her when a past lover returns to the village." Donna said. "But never have I heard of one passing her up."

You shrugged a bit. "She's a beautiful woman, of course, but nothing compared to you, Donna." You replied and you could see her blush at the compliment as she waved it off. You put your cup down to take her hand in yours as you had done the last time she was here. "I, um, I mean it. You're a Goddess, Donna, you're picture perfect." You said as you leaned closer to her, staring into her eyes, your lips only a few inches from her.

Donna let out a shaky breath. "Speaking of picture perfect, the portrait?" She said before clearing her throat, breaking you out of the trance the two of you seemed to be in.

You jumped up, scratching the back of your head. "Yes, the portrait." You smiled as you went over to get it. You spoke to her as you walked back over to where she was sitting. "A little angel, not naming any names, told me that today was a very special day so I tried to make it extra special for you, Donna." You took the sheet you had over the painting off and waited for her reaction.

You stared at the lady in black sitting in one of your chairs with curious eyes as she stared at the portrait, observing it before she looked up at you with tears in her eyes. Donna stood up from her chair and pulled you into a hug. "It's perfect. So, so perfect. Thank you." Donna said into your ear softly sending a small shiver down your spine as she pulled away. You expected her to sit back down, but instead she studied your face before she leaned in to kiss you. It took you a second to register what was happening before you reciprocated the kiss, pushing your lips into hers a bit before she pulled away. "Was that, did I overstep?" She asked.

You shook your head. "No. Not at all." You said before you kissed her again, a small smile on your face. You reluctantly pulled away. "I'm glad you liked the portrait. Happy Birthday, Donna."

Donna gave you a small smile in return as she returned to her seat, stealing a glance over at the still sleeping doll. "Angie's not going to be pleased that I saw it without her. Or about the fact that we..." Her voice trailed off as she touched her lips before looking up at you. "Put the sheet back on it?" She asked.

"Of course. Wouldn't want the little angel to miss out on such a special moment, would we?" Donna let out a laugh as she shook her head at your question. In all honesty, you hadn't expected to fall for Donna Beneviento, but you were glad you turned down Lady Dimitrescu if it meant you got to make this Goddess of a woman smile and laugh any chance you could.