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i've never really considered fran's relationship with isabela, but they've quickly become very close friends in this playthrough and it's making me 🤔
#oc tag#ch: frances hawke#like at face value they're kinda similar or at least align#and fran's charm pairs really well with bela's#despite the secrets bela is clearly keeping i think fran finds a sort of comfort in her company#because at least bela's predictable? like if you expect someone to cut and run it doesn't hurt as much when it eventually happens?#bela coming back is .... a Different sort of feeling#and in the end even if bela is infuriated with fran's decision to kill anders and side with the templars i think she also understands#a decision born of circumstance and ambition etc etc#it was an impossible choice and even if they clash on their opinion of the circle and mages i think bela at least respects fran#and knows she'll still at least Make the tough decisions#even if bela doesn't like her answer at least fran's not sitting around twiddling her thumbs#and selfishly bela knows that fran will always have her back when it comes to her own dealings (unrelated to the mages)#it also doesn't hurt to be close friends with the viscountess of a leading marcher city state 🤷♀️#years later rumours fly that the viscountess (and fenris) were smuggled from kirkwall by a certain ship captain in the dead of night#following the templars overthrowing frances' rule#but no one ever confirms the suspicions#info dump over i just have a lot of feelings about frances and isabela okay
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Hey! Long time no see. Spring classes have finished for me and now I can relax again. How have you been? Anything exciting for the summer?
It’s been awhile since I’ve requested anything since I was busy with classes. Plus, I couldn’t come up with anything to request. I was wondering if you could give headcanons on Daniela with a protective and chivalrous lover? It’s sort of similar to an older request of mine for a romantic s/o that pampers Daniela. However, this time I was specifically thinking of an s/o who guards and tries to protect Daniela, despite her being a vampiric bio weapon that can protect herself. For example, when there’s a threat the s/o steps in front of Daniela to shield her. I just think that dynamic would be so cute!
Awh, that’s an adorable request!! And hell yeah to some more Daniela love!🙌 great job on the classes, hon! I’ve been great, working on planning summer vacations and so on
Let’s get into it!
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The first time you show your protective side to her is rather instinctive, when you stay the night in her room for the first time
You’re awoken by a noise, the quiet creaking of her door being opened, and immediately lift your head
When you notice a figure approach the bed with your sleeping girlfriend, you don’t think twice and immediately hover over her, pulling the sickle from underneath her pillow and gripping it tightly
Luckily, Daniela awakens from the movement and is quick enough to pull you back when the figure, Cassandra, attempts to return your defensiveness in kind with a swing of her sickle
“Cassie! Stop that!”, she pleads, her face flushed and her voice breathy as she realises what happened
She feels butterflies blowflies in her stomach, being cradled close to you with your arms still tightly around her, protectively even
Never has she experienced such a thing
Of course, protectiveness is a familiar concept to her. Especially Daniela, the baby of the family, as she is often referred to, is used to her family looking out for her
Yet, there is a difference between Bela, Cassandra or Mother protecting her, compared to when you do it
When her sister leaves at last, you are given plenty kisses and cuddles until both of you sleep soundly again
The next time your protectiveness over her is proven, is around a man
Sneering, you watch as he struts through the castle gardens with too much confidence for his own good
Being the village’s merchant and selling slightly different things than the duke, he has reason to feel somewhat safe even on castle grounds as he does his business
What you hate, though, is the filthy smile on his face as he encounters Daniela
His large hand at the small of her back, touching a tad bit harder and more greedy than he has any right to as he introduces himself
You scowl at him when he bows down in what you’re sure is meant to be charming
When he takes a step towards her- to her surprise- you automatically take one between the two of them
Daniela eyes you from behind you, your crossed arms, your frown, the coldness in your usually so loving eyes
And she loves it very moment of it
She can’t help but giggle when you tell the man to shove off, and eye him from behind as he takes the hint and leaves rather abruptly
As a reward, she makes sure to cup your face and cover it in kisses
Later on, she rewards you further for your bravery, in the bedroom
Lastly, there have been times where you quite literally put your life on the line for hers, some which Daniela will never forget
Such as during a raid, when foolish men-things from the village stormed the castle, yelling of stolen freedom and taken women
Originally, you were instructed to wait in Daniela’s room until the situation is handled
However, a single glance at the little frost gathered at the window has you neglect this soft spoken command
Yes, she is plenty capable of taking care of herself
She carries the title of the fastest and trickiest of the sisters, of the entire family, even
She slashes her prey fast, unexpected, when they are helpless at her feet. She does not need to rely on strength or strategy
Alas, you’re unwilling to take any amount of risk, no matter how small
And as such, you find her just after she took apart another intruder, her face bloodied, her eyes wide, her sickle held tightly
You smile like a lovesick fool as you cup her cheeks and press a kiss to her nose, thankfully not quite as bloody as the rest of her face
For a moment, she sighs happily, and a moment of peace is created
You two stand for a few seconds, completely calm and soothed by one another
When another intruder makes himself known with the scraping of a bloodied spear across the castle’s floors, both of you turn instantly
Then, instinct takes over
Daniela gasps when she is pushed, no, shoved behind you, her petite frame poking out behind your body
The man throws insult after insult at both of you. You don’t allow Daniela to move from behind you, your body a shield for the woman you love
When the spear shoots in your direction, however, it is her flies you feel all around you, her strength that suddenly throws you aside and her insects that ensure you fall as gentle as you can, given the situation
Then, horrified, you watch the spear pierce her skin
For a mere moment, you believe this is it
Then, it keeps going, effortlessly searing through her, her body relaxed, her posture playful, even, as the weapon exits her again
Instead, it rams into the bookshelf behind her
“My turn”
Another thing she is quite unused to by a lover, yet enjoys immensely, is being coddled
You seem to enjoy to coddle her, plenty, and she can’t get enough of it
You care little that you spoil the already spoiled woman even more, getting her used to drawn baths and presents, kisses and cuddles whenever she demands them, your undivided attention whenever she asks for it
It’s not like you don’t receive the same in return, after all
Often, Daniela wakes up to little mindful surprises here and there
She swoons whenever she comes to and awakens to the smell of fresh, red roses in the vase on her bedside table
Immediately, her heart aches happily at the sight
You ensure she has fresh ones every week, and that even in winter, when she almost craves the beauty and comfort of flowers, some will be standing on her bedside table
Some other times, she finds a new stuffed animal waiting in bed for her, often accompanied by a small poem or note written by you
Again, this never fails to make her swoon
Unbeknownst to you, she keeps every single note of yours, hidden away safely in a drawer of her desk, only occasionally taken out when she reads through them again some days
She especially loves your romantic surprises, though
Such as when you find her in the library and spontaneously “kidnap” her to a date
She giggles especially much and enthusiastically when you take her by the hand or- should you be able to- pick her up and carry her there yourself
Daniela loves the times you take her outside, whether for a picnic in the gardens or a sunny spot in the forest, or the secluded area at the castle rooftops
Often, she pretends to be slightly cold, no matter the temperature
You always catch on and wrap your jacket and arms around you, and not once miss the satisfied smile on her painted lips
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Maybe I'm dumb and missed it in the doc but when Bela comes to you in Donna's route and does the whole 'asking for your favorite flowers and giving them back' thing is that supposed to be suggesting her being sort of aware of the loops or that she had feelings for you at some point.
It's suggesting that Bela is naturally drawn to you when you meet and manifest differently depending on the route you're on. Bela herself doesn't even realize at that exact moment why she handed them back to you or even cooperated at the mention of your name from Cass
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hi today i’m ranking werewolf designs based on how much i judged the vfx team for creating them. full post under cut sorry it’s so insanely long but trust me on this one it’s fun i’m discussing an american werewolf in london harry potter twilight the wolf man buffy the vampire slayer etc and so on (except not etc that’s it.) my credentials are i’m insane about werewolf narratives and i’m the boss of the applesauce.
first up is an american werewolf in london. now THAT is a good beast. he’s spooky. he’s scary. he’s wolf-like but not Just a wolf. and they get some mega extra points for that transformation sequence. rick baker the man that you are. however as much as i love it there’s a few critiques i have to bring up. first. it’s kinda odd that so much of the color palette for the transformation scene was browns and blacks when the actual werewolf was mostly grey. the final product was a little off from the transformation. i did like both of them quite a lot though so i’m not that mad. see. look. kind of off. but it’s definitely not bad i can mostly see how one came from the other even though the colors might be a little different. it also sort of lacks in facial movement in its final form as it’s kind of stuck in that permanent snarl, but they did a good job softening its eyes in the final scene where alex is trying to get through to david. 9/10.
mid-transformation fully transformed
next up yeah i have stuff to say about the harry potter prisoner of azkaban remus lupin design. is it fuck ugly. yes. is it cgi. yes. is jk rowling responsible for it. yeah. however. is it kind of a creative take on the typical werewolf idea. i hate to say it. yes it is. it goes against the typical sorta big strong hunky beast werewolf, and i cant lie, i appreciate it. it’s unique and kinda haunting in its own way. i don’t like that it’s bald. but i like the boldness and well. they got creative. 6/10.
ugly fucking freak ⬆️
next i’m going back. way back. yes sir we’re looking at werewolf of london. from 1935. and the wolf man. from 1941. cause they look pretty similar and they’re both jack pierce so yeah i’m lumping them together. if you ask me these ones lean more to the side of wolfman than werewolf - they’re kind of just hairy guys. which is like fine i guess i just think they should put more emphasis on the wolf. i like the wolfman better than the werewolf of london, which makes sense, cause i know the guy playing the london one didn’t feel like sitting for makeup and so jack pierce got to do more on the second round i guess. however WHY was bela lugosi’s werewolf form a straight up wolf and not lon chaney’s? they don’t explain it. rude. they’re iconic of course but they are honestly not showstopping. 5/10.
werewolf of london the wolf man
alright we’re flashing back to the present with twilight!! yeah. ok so last time i was complaining about there being too much man and not enough wolf. or like. too much were? i don’t know. whatever. anyways. this time i’m complaining because it’s too wolf. that’s just. it’s just a big cgi wolf. i don’t like this. it’s boring. i don’t even have that much to say it’s just like. whatever. 2/10.
lame as hell ⬆️
now. i’m gonna get irritating here. next up is buffy the vampire slayer. now i love oz. i wanted to like the design i really did. and they started out off strong. well. strongER. it’s like. kinda bad. but it definitely looks like a wolf? and it’s. kind of person ish? i don’t know. they tried. the bodysuit is loose but it’s better than what’s to come so i have to give it like a tiny bit of respect. 4/10.
see? not great but could be significantly worse.
and it does get worse. so. let me speak. this is the worst thing i have ever seen in my entire goddamn life. that looks like a gorilla. there’s like barely any semblance of wolf on this other than that it has fur. i don’t understand why they decided to go in this direction it looks terrible. and the body suit part always looks loose as hell. it comes across as like an ugly gorilla mascot suit, and they make no effort to have it move in a remotely wolf-ish way. they usually just have it scuttling around like some sort of little freak. oz does not deserve this ugly shit. i love buffy and wanted to enjoy the werewolf episodes but lord have mercy. this sucks. whoever did this i’m gonna find you. 0/10.
oz (bad) evil bitch veruca (worse)
that’s all the werewolves i can think of right now actually. and it won’t let me add more pictures cause i’m on mobile. in conclusion an american werewolf in london did it best and every other depiction of a werewolf should be looking to that for inspiration. but fight me on these by all means i may have objectively correct werewolf opinions but that doesn’t mean i’m not open to discussion. thanks for watching #sparkleon
#werewolf#film#horror#werewolves#lycanthropy#lycanthrope#anthropromorphic#an american werewolf in london#aawil#david kessler#rick baker#harry potter#remus lupin#marauders#jk rowling#werewolf of london#the wolf man#jack pierce#universal#universal monsters#lon chaney#bela lugosi#twilight#jacob black#bella swan#edward cullen#oz buffy#daniel oz osbourne#buffy the vampire slayer#oz btvs
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@the-night-owl-blr : Gello! Sooooo Y/n is toying around with the potions again and she "accidentally" drank another potion BUT instead of having her personality change I want her voice to change, like into something deep, Corpse husband deep and i wanna see the R8 ladies reaction to it. (Im very much inlove with your vlog do I might request/ask often)
Haha! That’s a good idea! So glad you enjoy my blog :) Read the post this ask is talking about here! Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!
Y/N: *Once again messing around in Miranda’s lab*
Miranda: *Keeping a close eye on Y/N as she works, doesn’t want a repeat of the personality swap potion incident, gave Y/N some busy work to keep them occupied* Now, Y/N. You keep organizing those nuts and bolts… It’s very important to my research.
Y/N: You got it, Mother Miranda! *Picks up the pace of their sorting*
Miranda’s doorbell: *Rings*
Miranda: Damn it! I think that might be my Postmates… Y/N, whatever you do, don’t stop organizing, okay?
Y/N: Yes, Mother Miranda!
Miranda: *Satisfied that Y/N is thoroughly distracted, leaves*
Y/N: *Waits for Miranda to be out of earshot, laughs and rubs their hands together* Now, what kind of chaos can I cause today?
Y/N: *Looks through various experiments, finds a bright green potion, can’t resist drinking the forbidden Gatorade*
Miranda: *Comes back into the lab*
Y/N: *Runs back to their spot quickly, starts sorting the nuts and bolts again*
Miranda: *Stuffs a huge burrito in her face, bits of food fly out of her mouth while she talks* Everything okay in here?
Y/N: *Disgusted, nods their head*
Miranda: *Satisfied, snarfs her burrito*
Y/N: *Trying to see if they feel any different, annoyed when nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, decides to just call it a day and head home* Mother Miranda, I’m gonna go back to the castle now. *Voice is like 3 times lower than it normally is, eyes widen in surprise*
Mother Miranda: *Stares at Y/N, loud eating halts, rice and chicken smeared all over her face* Y/N? What’s wrong with your voice?
Y/N: *Totally freaked out, starts inching towards the door so Miranda doesn’t find out what they did* Oh… Um, I think it’s just a head cold. Bye now!
Miranda: *Narrows her eyes at Y/N, wipes her mouth, grabs Y/N by the arm to keep them from leaving, rolls her eyes* Aww. Poor little thing. You don’t mind if I give you a quick check-up do you?
Y/N: *Cringes* U-um, I’m totally fine, Mother Miranda! I’m gonna go home and eat some soup!
Miranda: *Pushes Y/N into a chair and ties them up* I know you took one of my potions again, you little idiot! Which one was it? I want to make sure your eyeballs don’t pop out of their sockets or something.
Y/N: *Horrified, yells* Why do you have a potion that can do that?!
Miranda’s front door: *Bursts open to reveal the Dimi sisters*
Cass: Y/N! Grab your shit we’re taking you home!
Miranda: Girls! We’re in the lab!
The Dimi sisters: *Swarm to where Y/N and Mother Miranda are*
Bela: *Takes one look at Y/N tied up, sighs* What did they do this time, Mother Miranda?
Miranda: *Glaring at Y/N* They took another one of my potions, but they won’t tell me which one.
Dani: I’ll take care of this! *Mercilessly tickles Y/N’s sides* Tell us what we want to know!
Y/N: *Busts out laughing in a deep man’s voice* Haha! Stop it, Dani! I’m gonna piss myself!
The Dimi sisters: *All freeze at what they just heard*
Dani: Wow! Can you do the “Luke, I am your father.” line?! PLEEEEAASSEEE!
Y/N: *Laughs* Luke, I am your father!
Cass and Dani: *Very impressed, clap their hands in approval*
Bela: *Rolls her eyes*
Miranda: *Doesn’t get the reference* You sired a child named Luke?!
The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Turn to Miranda in outrage* You uncultured swine!
Miranda: *Surprised by the visceral reaction, groans* You know what? All of you get out of my lab. Y/N, if you haven’t become violently ill by now you’ll probably be fine.
Cass: *Cuts Y/N out of the chair*
The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Start heading home*
Dani: *Keeps making Y/N say funny things in their new voice*
The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *See Donna out for a walk*
Bela: *Giggles and whispers a bad pick-up line for Y/N to tell Donna*
Y/N: *Smiles and nods*
Donna: *Sees the group and walks over to say hello* Good evening, everyone.
The Dimi sisters: *Say hello*
Y/N: *Grins at Donna* Your hand looks heavy… Can I hold it for you?
Donna: *Has a bit of an involuntary fit, cheeks burning* Y/N, w-why would you s-say that! And what’s w-wrong with your v-voice?!
Y/N: *Laughs* Some stupid potion I took at Mother Miranda’s. No big deal though.
Donna: *Asks something non-intelligible because she’s so quiet*
Y/N: *Raises on eyebrow* Sorry, what did you say?
Donna: *Blushes harder, but repeats her question, louder this time* W-would you s-sing “That’s Amore”? *Squeaks in embarrassment and hides her face in her hands*
Y/N: Oh! I know that song! *Clears their throat* When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that’s amore!
Donna: *Immediately faints from the ASMR tingles*
The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Look at each other and shrug, the group makes a detour to drop Donna off at her house*
Angie: *Fucking shocked*
The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Finally get back home*
Y/N: You three go in and tell your mother we’re home. I’ve got a surprise for Alci! *Chuckles and runs off*
A few minutes later
Y/N: *Kicks the door to Alcina’s bedroom open, wearing a cowboy hat, starts singing* Baby lock them doors and turn the lights down low!
Alcina: *Alarmed because she heard a man-thing’s voice, smacks Y/N through a wall*
Y/N: *Groans, lying in the rubble, rubs their head* Alci! It’s me!
Alcina: How dare you call me by that name! Only my spouse is allowed to call me that! *Unsheathes her claws*
Y/N: *Takes off the cowboy hat, holds their hands up in surrender* Alci, babe, it’s me, Y/N! *Shows that they’re wearing their wedding ring*
Alcina: *Eyes widen* Y/N? What happened to you?! Why do you sound like this?!
Y/N: *Dusts themself off, stands up* Well, I took another potion at Miranda’s, hehe… But hopefully it will wear off soon!
Alcina: *Snarls, picks Y/N up by the collar* You buffoon! Now you’re in trouble!
Y/N: *Gulps, scared* Um, is there going to be a punishment or something??
Alcina: *Smirks* Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve had someone with a deep voice to sing a duet with. You’re going to sing whatever I tell you to!
Y/N: That doesn’t sound too bad!
The next morning
Y/N: *Voice is completely gone, Alcina’s still making them sing, about to pass out*
Alcina: *Lounging in her bed, smoking a cigarette* One more verse of “I got rhythm”, draga!
Y/N: *Falls on the floor face-first*
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#alcina dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#re8#re8 village#re8 lady dimitrescu#alcina dimitriscu x reader#lady dimitrescu x reader#y/n is stupid#re8 shitpost#re8 incorrect quotes#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#mother miranda#donna beneviento
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Renfield (2023)
If those who would most enjoy Renfield go into it with low expectations, they’ll find an imperfect film that (mostly) caters to their tastes. This movie has such a great premise and such a good cast. If only the screenplay and story were better. I liked it more than I didn’t but while watching, I kept wondering “I should love this… why don’t I?”
Like in the novel by Bram Stoker, R. M. Renfield (Nicholas Hoult) is transformed into Dracula’s familiar when he meets the Count (Nicholas Cage) in the early 20th century. Unlike in the novel, Dracula and Renfield survive and defeat Van Helsing, along with every subsequent would-be vampire slayer they encounter. In modern day, Renfield has grown tired of the abuse Dracula throws his way. While searching for fresh victims for his master, Renfield crosses paths with Teddy Lobo (Ben Schwartz), the son of the notoritious Lobo crime family. The bloody aftermath catches the attention of police officer Rebecca Quincy (Awkwafina), who holds a grudge against the Lobos and is looking for an ally against them.
Even without doing any research, I could’ve told you from his performance alone, that Nicolas Cage is a massive fan of 1931’s Dracula. It’s pretty clear Robert Kirkman (who pitched the story but did not write the screenplay) and director Chris McKay are too. The film begins by showing us new versions of the most well-known scenes from the 1931 film, with the sets either recreated with immaculate attention to detail or the new actors digitally added in. For anyone who loves the Universal Monsters, it’s a delight to see new performers re-interpret the material. Remember the first time you saw the Spanish version of “Dracula”? It’s that exciting. Cage, in particular, is such a good fill-in for Bela Lugosi. Hoult doesn’t quite look like Dwight Frye and may not bring the same intensity to the role, but he turns out to be a wholly different kind of servant to this prince of darkness anyway, so it won’t bother you at all.
After the dynamite intro, we dig into the story. It’s a fun idea to show Renfield, now 90 years into his servitude, getting fed up with his situation. There are some good laughs as Dracula physically and emotionally abuses Renfield while he slowly builds the courage he needs to face this vampire he could never hope to defeat on his own. This Count doesn’t insta-die when exposed to sunlight, is super strong, immortal, able to fly, can transform into a swarm of bats, hypnotize people, turn into mist and recover from practically any injury given enough time and blood.
The problem with Renfield is that we don’t explore the vampire-familiar dynamic enough. The Lobos and Officer Quincy plot, with Renfield stuck in the middle, eats up about 60% of the film. While the scenes of Quincy and Renfield teaming up against a bunch of Lobos goons means there’s plenty of comedic gore, that's not what you came to see. Then, when we finally get back to Dracula, he announces he’s going to take over the world! With Renfield gaining superhuman strength and agility whenever he eats bugs, this horror-comedy (and I use the word horror in theory here, as none of this picture is even remotely frightening) starts to feel an awful lot like a superhero film. A superhero film that isn’t taking itself seriously but come on. I came here for a vampire movie with a fun anti-romance twist. Give me that!
Since I mentioned the gore, I want to praise the special effects. There are many shots of people get their arms torn off or getting ripped apart, gutted or dispatched in other hideous ways. In any other movie, you might ask “wait, how did they even manage to stand upright if they were that easy to turn to shreds?”. Here, it’s all part of the fun. The most impressive SFX are in the scenes showing Dracula in various states of injury. Be it a scorched skeleton that can talk or a gooey blood sucker with half his skull showing and all sorts of bits barely hanging on, it’s all mega gross and well done. I’m pretty sure most actors hate having to sit in chairs while tons of makeup are applied to them, but I’d wager that after seeing the results, Cage was like “oh yeah, I’m totally willing to do with 4-5 more times.”
In the end, I’m going to rate Renfield right down the middle. More than once, I was loving it. I felt like this movie had been made specifically for me. Far too often, however, it let me down. I know it probably doesn’t make any sense, but it’s a disappointment that I’m nonetheless glad I saw and have some affection for. (September 10, 2023)
#Renfield#movies#films#movie reviews#film reviews#Chris McKay#Ryan Ridley#Robert Kirkman#Nicholas Hoult#Nicolas Cage#Awkwafina#Ben Schwartz#Shoreh Aghdashloo#Brandon Scott Jones#Adrian Martinez#2023 movies#2023 filsm#Dracula
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Start of Something New | Eddie Munson x fem!reader
A/N: Hi guys! I’m back! Got a bunch of things to go through but like everyone, Eddie Munson has taken over my life. So please enjoy the beginning of what will be a fix-it series with our darling Munson. This is set in 1989 and will hopefully be a fun ride for all.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Words: 5k
Warnings: none except like one swear, but this fic is 18+ because you KNOW we’ll be getting that Munson loving soon enough!
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You take a deep breath as you stare out into the mall from the other side of your store’s doors.
It’s your first day as a manager of Hot Topic, the latest addition to Starcourt Mall’s already long list of retailers. But this is different. You fought tooth and nail to get this job. Finally you found a place that not only admired your less-than-popular tastes in music and fashion, but celebrated you for it - you walked out of that interview with a store to manage and a killer employee discount.
Walking into the dimly lit store this morning you took your time to admire the band shirts, the pride and joy of your store, where you find The Cure, one of your favourites, amongst other bands like Metallica and Suicidal Tendencies. The same people who sneered at you for your Doc Martens and safety-pinned pants will now have to deal with the fact that you’re here to flip their Gap-coloured world upside down. Now other “freaks” and “devil worshippers” could shop in peace regardless of whether they wanted new chains for their shirt, pants or face, and walk out sporting the latest design from their favourite band.
You adjust your lanyard covered in pins collected from the million of concerts you’ve attended, a sudden wave of nerves crashes over you. Would people who needed this store feel safe to come in? Was this the right outfit to wear? What if people came in to harass you and you couldn’t fight back because you could lose your job? You make a last-minute decision to dash to the registers in the middle of the store and grab the mix tape you brought to hype yourself up and put it in the store’s sound system. Letting the familiar synth of Depeche Mode wash over you, you square your shoulders and walk back to the front. Time to open whether you’re ready or not.
The day goes pretty much how you think it will. If you had a nickle for every time a older Christian person called you a devil worshipper, you could’ve bought at least two more coffees. Teenagers come in to oogle at you and laugh at your clothes and the outfits set up on mannequins throughout the store, families bringing in their black sheep child to wander and wonder how they could possibly be in the right place, and the occasional fellow freak who is excited you’re here. Fellow freaks like the one who has been doing laps around the outside of your store for the past twenty minutes.
You have an ongoing bet with yourself if he’ll actually come in. Mullet, denim-on-denim outfit with a Dio patch on the back of his vest, and what looks to be a shirt with some sort of devil on it from what you can make out. He’s cute, that much you can tell, especially that adorable blush that crept up his neck when he caught you staring back at him. You’ve noticed certain songs from your mix tape either excite him or cause him to furrow his brow, almost like he wants to tell you that Metallica’s “Fade To Black” could NOT be followed up by Bauhaus’ “Bela Ligosi’s Dead”. You wonder what song will make him break and come in because unfortunately a hottie is not grounds for you to abandon your store.
Apparently the final straw for your mystery man was “Master of Puppets” fading into The Cure’s “Boys Don’t Cry”. You’re crouched down fixing a stack of shirts when the sound of footsteps approaching land you face-to-face with scuffed Reeboks. Following the shoes up past the ripped back jeans and apparent “Hellfire Club” shirt, you’re met with the warmest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you the one I’m supposed to talk to about what’s going on in here?” Raising an eye brow you rise to meet him, “what’s going on here is my killer mixtape, so if you’ve come to pledge your undying love for me and my superior taste, then yes I’m the right person to speak to.” Snorting at your reply, he holds his hand out with a smile that makes those brown eyes crinkle and cause a pleasant warmth to spread through your body.
“Munson. Eddie Munson. You’ll have to excuse me having a little musical crisis outside, I just wasn’t expecting such an interesting mix playing in Starcourt Mall.” You shake his hand as you introduce yourself, still not believing you’re actually talking to him and maintaining your composure. Talking to people you found attractive was never your strong suit, but he’s in your store, so you cling to the familiarity around you to stay strong. Dropping his hand you quickly compose yourself, eager to see how long this can keep going, “Well Eddie Munson, I think you’ll find that just like this store I’m here to make Starcourt and Hawkins itself a lot more… interesting”.
With the ice broken and no customers to help, Eddie decides to stick around where you swap favourite bands, movies, and everything in between. You admit you remember him from high school, but your parents moved away after freshman year, leaving you a mystery to those in what would have been your graduating year. Especially since you’re back looking different, embracing the weird things you like and dressing in a way that definitely would have made a full four years at Hawkins High feel like 400. “Of course the only cool person ditched this town before we could hang out!” He slaps his hand on your cash counter, faking offence.
“You have to make it up to me by letting me make you a mixtape. Something you can have at the store or those nights alone, dreaming of the next time you’ll see me under these dim lights.” You pretend to think his offer over but inside your buzzing. Even if Eddie doesn’t think there’s some kind of electricity between you, you know you want to see him again and him wanting to make you a mixtape might just make your heart burst. Knowing you can’t talk with Eddie forever, as much as you might want to, you offer him what you can.
“You’re in luck Munson, I run this place, so come see me again soon and I’ll listen to your tape while trying to make up for lost time.” He slaps the counter again in excitement and points at your face, “I’ll see you tomorrow then sweet cheeks, I have the feeling we’re going to get along just fine!”
Fuck I hope so, you think, already imagining what having Eddie Munson in your life will bring.
#stranger things#stranger thing s4#Eddie Munson#eddie munson x reader#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie Munson fic#stranger things fanfiction#joseph quinn
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ok! so i'm curious- what do you think is going to happen with bela and eric? i feel like they'll definitely get back together because it's TV, but how do you think it'll go down?
Oh I wouldn't be so sure they're getting back together, Sex Lives feels like a TV show that'd be more than happy to shake things up. Even if they do eventually get back together, which to be clear I see the chance of, I sure hope it won't feel like it happens just because it's meant to.
I don't think there's a realistic chance of Bela and Eric getting back together this season. We have two episodes left and Bela has a looot of growing to do. Eric was right in everything he said to her in episode 7. Bela needs to look in herself, take responsibility, get her self-image in order and only then can she genuinely apologize to Eric.
Not to mention, some time needs to pass by until Eric will even be open to that apology. He's currently hurting and he needs time and distance away from the relationship. Ideally, we'd have Bela be confronted with her mistakes and root causes at the end of season 2 and start down on a path of growth. And then we'd better get season 3 where I imagine them bumping into each other by chance and Bela taking the second chance at a proper apology. But this time it would really only be for Eric, not to protect her own feelings. And she'd leave him with that, even without needing for him to say that he forgives her. That moment of maturity would make Eric think and be open to letting Bela back into his life. Not romantically or sexually, at first. They need to take baby steps and re-establish trust.
I think any new relationship they start without that slow and careful process is doomed to fail again. I hope the writers will consider that and not have them get back together out of nowhere at the end of season 2. Bela needs time with herself now and ideally I'd love to see the girls each bring out a different chance for growth for her. Bela already kinda understood things and herself more in the Priya situation, putting her personal pride aside to preserve a relationship important to her. So that's the path she needs to go down on. She has lots and lots of reflecting to do.
I honestly think Bela's attempt at an apology just made things worse with Eric because it made him realize how much she wasn't prioritizing him, and how not right with herself she was. So she needs to work on all that, then apologize, then rebuild any sort of relationship with Eric.
Out of the all the girls' previous relationships, this is probably the one the most worth saving. I'd also say Whitney and Canaan still have a shot and that wasn't as big of a mistake in the first place, but we'll see what happens there. Nico has like no chance of returning anyway so not much to talk about with Kimberly there. And we know Alicia is coming back, but that's the one where I'm lowkey really hoping an actual reunion won't be happening,
#some food for thought#i just really think bela needs to be single rn#she simply /has to/ work on herself#only then can we talk about eric again#bela malhotra#belaeric#what's eric's surname lol#tslocg asks#tslocg#the sex lives of college girls
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A Dream Come True - Ch 8
Ch 8 - Catching Up and Making Plans
Trevor's got the IDs and the Woodstone Crew gathers on video chat to discuss the events of the day and make plans.Elsewhere, Trevor's still reeling from his confrontation with Ari.
AO3
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They left Lehman Brothers much later than intended since Trevor needed to sort out a lot of things with Ari. He'd been truthful when he said that he just wanted to move on with his life. While it was easier with David than it was with Ari, the fact was - they can't change what happened, he and Ari had spent the better part of twenty-two years wishing that things could've been different, and at least, they finally got closure.
Trevor felt a lot better knowing that he had been loved, even if he wasn't enough, those loving, romantic moments between Ari and Trevor had been real. They weren’t just manipulations to get Trevor to keep sleeping with him. The memories weren't tainted by Trevor believing that he wasn't loved by the man he was in love with, anymore. Of course, Ari would go on to do something terrible, but Ari hadn't been using him like Trevor had begun to believe after all this time and knowing that helped him through it all.
Still, despite feeling somewhat better and having that final goodbye – because he sure as hell doesn’t want to see Ari again even if he did forgive him – he couldn’t help being lost in his thoughts as they made their way home as if on remote. There was just a lot to process after all this time. While he’s relieved that his darkest thoughts weren’t true, he spent far too long believing them to be true and one afternoon was not enough to get over it. He’d probably be dealing with it for a long time.
Sass kept talking at him about – well, Trevor couldn’t tell you what – the whole way back home. It felt different, this last trip home. Despite knowing that he should be overwhelmed, he feels the sense of peace.
Like he could finally move on.
Maybe he could find someone to fall in love with, someday. Maybe he could have what he told Sam and Bela he wanted. What he always wanted – even if it wasn’t with the great love of his life. Or maybe he could find a real love of his life – his second life.
And it felt great, if slightly terrifying.
“Trevor, you okay?” Sass asks, as they turn the corner onto his parents’ street.
“Yeah, um, I’m okay – better than expected.” He pauses. “Listen, can you not mention the personal conversation with Ari and David to anyone? I wasn’t intending for you to hear that.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Sass states. “I kind of figured that was a conversation I should never have heard or been a part of. I just…”
“You just, what?”
“If you wanted to talk about it – we could. I mean, when I thought you were just friends, I figured it hurt to find out what he did, but after all that? I mean, no wonder you were doing crazier things than normal. I know that it was probably good news – he wasn’t just using you – but well, it’s gotta suck still. And even if you forgave him, and it seems like you did if David ascending is indication…”
Trevor stops as right before his parents’ house. “Sass, I appreciate the offer – really, I do. I just, uh, I need to process everything that happened today before I can really talk about it and – and although I do appreciate what you’re trying to do here, there’s really only one person I’d want to talk to about this.”
“Your brother?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s fair.”
“But not right now, so when we tell the story, let’s just leave the romantic relationship issues out of it, okay?”
“Okay.”
They finished their walk up to the house where Trevor doesn’t hesitate to just walk in, despite Sass giving him a look.
“Hey, look who’s finally back,” Flower greets them from the couch in the living room. Jeremy is beside her and it looks like they’re on video chat with the other ghosts, Sam and Jay. It’s interesting that they’re all in different places and still chatting. Pete from his family’s place, Steph from hers, the rest at the mansion, and them at Trevor’s parents’ place.
“I texted you guys updates along the way,” Trevor says, putting up his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Of course most of those texts had been only a couple of words. Just enough that they – Jeremy or his parents – wouldn’t worry.
“Why is Sass wearing a suit?” Alberta questions.
“Because this one decided that I needed to ‘fit in’ and put me in a monkey suit,” Sass complains as he tosses the jacket on the bench with his tie that he’d taken off on the train.
Trevor gives him a look because he should be taking better care of the suit, and says, “Personally, I think suits suit you, and yes, fitting in is very important.”
“Uh-huh, how’d things go?” Jeremy questions as Trevor puts Sass’ jacket up, too, before sitting beside him.
“We got what we needed and…”
“… we helped David get sucked off,” Sass finishes and then, grimaces at the laughter in the room. The older ghosts don’t laugh because they haven’t been brought in on the joke, but Sass knows now. To avoid the embarrassment, Sass goes to change.
Jeremy nearly chokes. “David was there – as a ghost – and you helped him move on?”
Trevor nods. “Yeah, apparently, what happened with me when I died was the reason that he was a ghost.”
Jeremy raises his eyebrows at him as if wondering if there was more to the story. Knowing that he would be detailing the story later, Trevor gives him a look that says ‘not now’ and Flower interrupts to say, “Okay, you two can’t agree on anything, but you can read each other’s minds?”
“We can agree on things,” Trevor states.
“Just not always.”
“Or more like rarely.”
“Once in a blue moon.”
“If that blue moon comes like once every millennium,” Trevor offers.
“Nah, it comes more than that.”
“I don’t know – I mean, when was the last time –”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Flower states.
“It’s a twin thing, Flower,” Jeremy states. “As I tried to explain on the ride to your brother’s house, there’s certain things about being an identical twin that leads to things like being able to read each other but doesn’t necessarily mean that we are going to agree on everything or anything really. T and I have always been like exact opposites – so we argue a lot.”
“Speaking of brothers, how was your trip, Flower?” Trevor asks, deferring the conversation as Sass returns dressed in something more comfortable.
“It was great – I was just telling everyone that I think I’m going to help my brother – well, his grandkids – with the family business. He’s got a farm.”
“That’s fantastic.”
“Did everything go alright? You said we were all set in your … texts, but…”
Trevor smiles. “We’re all set.”
“That’s fantastic!”
“Yep.”
Of course, there were questions about everything and a lot of catching up to do despite them only being separated for about a day.
Apparently, Flower wasn’t the only one making plans. Alberta had already begun making plans to sing with her sister’s grandchild, Alicia, once she could reach out to agents. Steph would be finishing high school, and eventually going to college. Isaac wants to be a guest history teacher. Pete wants to be involved in travel, but he’s not sure what. He is, however, planning to move to Philadelphia with Laura, wanting to be as involved as he can be in his daughter’s and grandson’s lives. Thor wants to sail and fish. He’d probably need some help with getting that off the ground and would stick around Woodstone for a while that and hopefully help Bjorn ascend so he wouldn’t feel guilty about being gifted with life when Bjorn wasn’t. Hetty, naturally, did not want to leave and instead, would assist Sam with the B&B.
“That leaves you two,” Flower says, glancing over at him and Sass.
“I’m probably going to hang around here for a while and then, I don’t know – travel a bit?” Trevor suggests. “I need to find myself and nothing says, ‘find yourself’ like a road trip.”
“Sass?”
“Uh, you know, I – I don’t really have a plan right now,” Sass says. “I figure maybe I could hang around the mansion or maybe join you on your road trip?”
Trevor laughs. “You’ve been complaining for twenty-two years about having to deal with me – now, you want to go on a road trip with me?”
Sass shrugs. “Maybe I’ve learned a lot about you today and maybe…”
Trevor shakes his head. “I didn’t say no – I’m just surprised. I’ll think about it.”
Sass nods. “Figure I’ll hang out at Woodstone for now. At least it’ll give me a chance to go see Shiki.”
Trevor nods. That makes sense.
“We’d be delighted to have you,” Jay says, gleefully. “When do you plan to return?”
“Well, we have the IDs now…” Trevor glances at Flower and Sass. Technically with the ID, Flower didn’t have to return to the mansion, and they could just send the stuff with Sass.
Flower is giving him a look like she might not want to return, especially since her plans don’t really include Thor, and Sass hadn’t exactly sounded like he wanted to return anytime soon (after being stuck there for 500 years, that makes sense).
“You guys don’t want to come back?” Alberta questions.
“Oh! You have to come back. You left so fast,” Isaac states.
“Plus, don’t you want to come to my daughter’s wedding?” Pete asks. “We can have a party that weekend – one last hurrah.”
“That’s a great idea, Pete,” Jay says. “We should do that. Besides, you said that you’d come back.”
“And we’re planning on it.”
“Well, actually…” Flower offers, earning looks.
“Please guys, you gotta have a proper send off.”
“Of course we’ll come back,” Trevor states. He did mean it when he said that he wanted to return, besides after the confrontation with Ari, he should probably talk to Hetty before he lets that be the next thing that keeps him on as ghost the next time he dies. “We just need a couple of days; I promised this one I’d go to the doctor once I got an ID.”
He jerks his head to Jeremy, who rolls his eyes. “Technically, we don’t know what killed you –”
“Obviously, I overdosed.”
“Despite it being obvious – you’re going to the doctor if I have to drag you there myself.”
“I never said you’d have to drag me – I just said that you were the reason that I have to go to the doctor tomorrow.”
“You made yourself an appointment?”
“No, but I’m sure you did when I texted you that I had the IDs.”
Jeremy opens his mouth to probably lie and claim otherwise, when Flower says, “Yes, he did.”
“Thank you, Flower,” Jeremy says, giving her a look.
“You know you can’t lie to me,” Trevor states. “Besides, how would you explain an early morning appointment to me – the morning – we call for one.”
“How did you –”
Trevor smiles, “I got a text.”
“Of course you did.”
“Anyway, we’ll be back at the mansion in a couple of days,” Trevor states. “Plenty of time to make the wedding and have one last hurrah.”
Everyone agrees and thus, they spend the rest of the conversation talking about their one last hurrah.
***
Later, much later, because Trevor kept pushing off being alone with Jeremy and having to talk about his issues with Ari and what happened that day. Yet, he knew that they wouldn’t go to bed with discussing it.
So, after they said goodnight to everyone else and changed, Trevor told him the full story of what happened at Lehman Brothers with Ari and David. It surprised him that Jeremy didn’t ask any questions, and he finds himself looking at Jeremy curiously when he finishes.
“You don’t seem surprised.”
Jeremy hums. “Well, honestly, I always thought he was a bastard – still do – but I didn’t think he was that much of a bastard that he didn’t have some level of feelings for you, I just assumed they weren’t enough. And since he never actually told me, it was just my assumption that he’s not a sociopath. Although I’m not terribly convinced.”
“Yeah, if it had been how I thought it was then he definitely would be.”
“But thankfully, it wasn’t.”
“Thankfully?”
Jeremy shakes his head. “T, you might be a mess right now, but if he had been just using you like we both thought and assumed with no feelings whatsoever, you’d be a wreck. And I didn’t want that for you, so I am thankful that he did have feelings for you. That it was real.”
Trevor nods. “Me too. I can’t tell you how broken-hearted I was ever since the watch thing. I was a wreck – I tried to play it off, find other things to distract me at the B&B and trying to distract myself with Sam, get involved with Bela and then, messing around with Hetty… but I was an absolute wreck because before that – it was just an accident, and I never got to tell Ari how I felt because I was a chicken, and I could imagine that it meant something – I went back and forth on that. When I was upset or feeling down, I let those horrible thoughts that he was just using me invade my mind, but when I was feeling good, I’d remember those trips to the cabin, the domestic bliss of life at my condo, and the fun games that we’d play at the office…”
“You two were an HR nightmare, weren’t you?” Jeremy interrupts because he likely doesn’t want to hear those details.
Trevor laughs, “Yes, we were. Especially since we never locked the door…”
Jeremy laughs. “Yeah, you two probably have some sort of ‘risking getting caught’ kink, don’t you?”
“Definitely.” Trevor sighs. “But that was before I knew about the lake – I couldn’t blame them for my overdose, but when I found out about the lake – the only thoughts I had whenever I thought about Ari were those deep, dark thoughts and I had no one to talk to about it.”
“But Flower knew…”
“I didn’t know she knew and the thought of telling any of my ghost family was utterly terrifying. I didn’t feel like I could trust them, not really. Not about Ari.” Trevor shakes his head. “Anyway, I just – that’s it. David’s gone, and I actually said goodbye to Ari and meant it. It feels – I don’t know how it feels, I’m so lost.”
“You need more time to process and I’m here for you while you figure it out.”
“Thanks, J.”
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 62
Time Is on My Side
"Time Is on My Side"
IT LITERALLY ISN'T
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Weirdly enough, for a zombie attack, no one died for the cold open. Sure, the one guy DEFINITELY wound up with his intestines spilling out, but he wasn't DEAD. And the nurse who'd seen it all saw something new.
So we were in Ohio last episode, and now we're in Erie, PA. I'm feeling...targeted
I've made it pretty far without mentioning Lilith. She's only shown up once so far when Agent Henriksen died, yet she gets mentioned in every single recap. Will she come back today??
"No. We're very smart" is not something smart people have to say, my dude
Man.......so it's NOT zombies??? Unfortunate
Love that Dean is complaining about having to hear about the kinds of shit that happens on this show all the time like I'm not constantly eating lunch or dinner while I WATCH it. All I'm saying is I've got a stronger stomach than Dean Winchester
So...not a zombie...but an alchemist of sorts
This is such a weird episode...it's ALL over the place. I mean, there's A thread of connection (thankfully), but I've never seen them do so many different cases or case-like things in ONE episode
God....boys you only have so much time left together (or so you think), why split up NOW??
OMG, loving Rufus. SUPER uncooperative til bribed and pretty easily bribed. Love it.
Do...do we find out Bela's backstory here?? Color me intrigued..........fucking hell, of course we don't just yet (I really hope we do)
Would you believe it if I told you I'm completely uninterested in Sam's plotline this episode now?? Except for the guy who's Frankensteining himself. THAT is interesting (though he'll be treated like any other monster on this show). Actually, no....it's not EXACTLY Frankensteining, it's Ship of Theseus-ing.
What. Did. Dean. Find. Out. About. Her. I NEED TO KNOW. Oh. She killed her parents (though, from the small flashback, seemed like at LEAST one of them deserved it).
You know, the last time I watched two brothers try to do alchemy, it didn't go so great. This is, at least, a post 2003 world, but I'll give them a partial pass because Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood wasn't out yet.
Yeah, maybe don't let your guard down when you've angered a man who has Ship of Theaseus-ed himself with the organs of lots of really really healthy, in shape, athletic people.
Ho DO you kill this guy?? Oh. You don't. You just bury him alive...Okay then.
Bela made a deal too?? I hope that last scene wasn't the......so yeah, I just looked at imdb, that's the last of Bela. I'm gonna miss her.
"Been On My Mind...": this could be the penultimate entry of this game. It's been a MASSIVE let down for that one guy who wondered where all the "hot chicks the Winchesters were always hooking up with" went.
Edit: time was not on the side of the Winchesters having any romantic entanglements
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I got an idea that sprang up on me in a dream, but; Reader as the head chambermaid (so they have some responsibilities over the other maids and such) who often convinces Bela to take a break or on the rare occasion even stop working for the day altogether. They have been doing this for quite a while now and Bela is starting to catch feelings.
Now one time reader is the one stressing and overworking (the new recruits were being idiots) and Bela is trying to make them stop fretting so much. (obviously also taking this as an opportunity to get closer to reader)
That’s such a sweet idea! A very accurate way (in my books) to catch her eye too ;) let’s get into it! :)
Masterlist 1
Masterlist 2
It’s often that it is up to you to ensure the eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu, and heiress, Bela, catches a break
Too often do you find her near passed out or in some sort of working frenzy, insisting she must finish her tasks right this hour
It’s worrisome at the least. You like Bela. You don’t wish for her to become this absorbed in her tasks, so that she barely takes care of herself
And so, you begin doing this for her
Oftentimes bringing her a glass of Sanguis Virginis and a snack from the kitchens, at other times ensuring the fireplace it lit when she is too absorbed in her work to notice
At first, you don’t think she notices
Until she begins to thank you, that is. Compliment you for the small art you put on each plate you deliver her, give you her thanks for every refilled glass
In time, she warms up to you and your presence while she works
She allows you to give her your opinion, to voice your thoughts
And eventually, the blonde allows you to convince her to take breaks. Small ones, at first, proper ones in time
She eats and drinks then, rises from her chair and groans at the tense feeling in her shoulders and her numb legs
As she grunts in pain at this nearly every time, you offer her massages, which are often turned down
Until, again in time, they are not. Until Bela relaxes and hums at your warm hands on her, massaging and kneading her pale skin
She even goes as far as to reach out and ask you for them
It’s a small routine now, to have you bring her food and wine, then, later on, convince her of taking a break only for her to swarm in bed, her back exposed already for you
You discover very fast that Bela loves massage oils- The first time you use one, she is a moaning and groaning mess on the bed, body limp until she falls asleep before the massage is even completed
It encourages you to experiment with scents, and she eagerly allows you to- her favourite is lavender, or honey. Those almost lull her to sleep, and have a completely calming effect on her
Bela’s adoration and appreciation grows into something more: a crush, unbeknownst to you
She finds herself looking forward to her breaks, only to see you. In her spare time, she will often walk past where she knows you will be
Anyone giving you trouble by straying from the schedules and lists you create for them is given a stern look from her, enough to have them hop back in like
Those who dare disrespect you are never seen again
When you come into her study one time, however, Bela immediately notices something is wrong. You smell- different
Your heartbeat is quicker- you are upset
She admires this, in a way. To know your emotions and yet watch you set her glass and plate down gently, not an ounce of anger or such pointed or let out on her
You wish her a good day and remind her you will be back later, as usual, only this time the fly woman whirls around and catches your wrist
Bela feels- conflicted. She wants to help you, but has no idea how to. It’s not quite in her nature to care for humans, or the staff
You’re different, though. You matter to her. She wishes to give it a try
You gasp in surprise as she pulls you in and sets you on the little free space on her desk. Golden eyes examine you
She feels your heartbeat quickening even more- are you…scared of her?
Immediately she backs up, feeling slightly hurt. She never means to scare you- quite the opposite!
“You’re upset”, she states. Your eyes widen, and she chuckles. It’s always adorable when humans figure out she knows more than she lets on
“Tell me why”, she adds, trying her best to sound reassuring and not commanding
You relax, much to her delight. Your heartbeat is not as fast anymore, and your tense muscles don’t tense because of her anymore
“It’s nothing, really” you try to play off. She frowns at this
“That’s not what I said”
She knows she comes across as more demanding than she means to, but, to her relief, you don’t seem to mind, instead only flash her a small smile that nearly has her blush
She finds she likes your smile a lot
“There’s newcomers”, you state, sighing. “They’re unruly, and clumsy. They don’t listen and if they do, they forget my words within minutes”, you complain lightly. It feels good
“Do you want me to talk to them?”, she offers. She doesn’t want to, not really, but will do it for you
A look at her makes you smile again, taking in her sharp teeth and the blood around her lips, her dark and inhuman appearance. You like it, despite knowing she is not as nice as she appears with you
“I believe this would make them behave irrationally” you settle on, and she nods
Bela thinks it over- they sound a little like her youngest sister, she decides
“They will get themselves killed”, you add when silence stretches on
Bela eyes you silently. She doesn’t understand why that should bother you, if she can fetch you new candidates easily
You seem to notice her confusion
“They have grown on me. They aren’t stupid. They’re just incompetent. They are clumsy and get distracted all too easily. They joke around when they should take things serious. I worry about them. I’ve had to save some from Lady Cassandra dragging them off a couple times just today”, you sigh
Bela nods. She wants to comfort you. You’re clearly stressed and overwhelmed with what is going on
Confused, you allow her to lead you through the room, until she pushes you on the bed too, laying the way she often does
You understand when she grabs the bottle of lavender scented massage oil, and your heart melts just a little
“I will ask my sisters to be more considerate. It probably won’t do anything, but I will tell them. I’ll also keep an eye out for Daniela”, she promises
A small blush covers her pale cheeks when you praise and thank her for this, and golden eyes widen when you lay down in her bed on her stomach, properly like she clearly expected and silently asked you to
You’re smelling of her…you’re going to smell of her for hours…
She tries her best to ignore this, instead opts for shaking her head as though it will also shake away the thought of her crush smelling of her. A clear mark. A claim. She knows her sisters will not dare approach you like this
Golden eyes widen even more when you ask her to uncover your back for her
With hands almost too shaky for you to think it’s her, she takes the zipper of the uniform and pulls it, careful not to bloody your clothing or back with her gloves
Instead, she pulls them off with her teeth, and tosses them somewhere
It’s a blessing you’re laying face down, unable to see the blush on her cheeks and tip of her ears when she pours some of the cold oil on your back and you tense in surprise
Her flies buzz loudly, but you’re not alarmed. Her heart feels as though it aches as she realises, you trust her. Or at least she likes to think so
She massages you gently, near perfectly, having paid close attention to you the many times you have had your hands on her
“You’re tight”, she remarks, frowning at the tense and tight muscles
She had no idea being head chambermaid was this stressful, but thinking of it now, she can’t believe her ignorance to it
And yet you made sure to look after her, have her eat and drink and stay warm and relax and take breaks
She keeps up her work, careful not to scratch or squeeze too tight. It’s almost as if she is scared of touching you, aware of her own strength and overly alert at the fact you’re a mere human and she is not
If she wanted to, she could end your life with only one movement. She would never
Skilled fingers work on the knots and tense muscles, slowly but surely allowing you to relax again
Her bed is warm and comfortable, large and soft. By far better than your own, and by miles better than the simple beds given to low-positioned maidens
There’s many pillows and soft blankets, fluffy and satin ones, most coloured deep red
There is a single stuffed animal tucked away behind a pillow, a chameleon. It looks crafted, and briefly you wonder whether she can knit
She is silently thankful you don’t make a remark about any of it
Her mattress is soft, but not overly so. Just perfect. And her body above yours feels comforting
She halts her movements when she hears your heartbeat slowing and your breaths evening. You’re asleep, lulled to sleep by the buzzing of her flies and her hands on your skin
Bela doesn’t intend to wake you at all
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Okay but what would be the dimitrescu’s reaction to their maiden giving them ✨ sparkled✨ blood lmfaooo. Get it? Like sparkled water? Sparkled blood okay I’ll go lol
...I like the way you think, sparkling blood, Let's goooo!
Alcina Dimitrescu
She was confused by the contraption that you had brought into the kitchen at first.
Castle Dimitrescu has an old fashioned kitchen with no electrical outlets, so you had made a long chain of extension cords originating from the far end of the hallway.
When Alcina saw it, she did a double take, then followed it into the kitchen. She found you giddily stuffing a very nice bottle of Sanguis Virginis into a Carbonation Machine.
It's a testament to how much she loves you that her reaction is simply to comb her fingers through your hair, tilt your head up to meet hers, and raise a single eyebrow.
You happily babble out an explanation of your "sparkling blood" idea, holding up the bottle of fizzling blood for her with a big smile
You're lucky you're so cute, that was one of the nicer vintages.
It's... Interesting? It reminds her of champagne, which is a drink she hasn't had in a while.
The carbonation is a little too strong for her, but she actually enjoys the concept quite a bit. The whole experiment makes her want to try and work out a way to recreate it in the winery. Maybe she could name the vintage after you?
Bela Dimitrescu
As with any new thing that you bring into the house from the outside world, Bela is all over it.
The shape is so weird! What is it? What do you do with it? Carbonate stuff? Why do humans want to do that to water?
Her questions are endless. She wants to know EVERYTHING.
You demonstrate how it works on a couple glasses of water, and even make some cola. She hovers over your shoulder the entire time, resting her chin right the the crook of your neck, and watching you with interest. Eventually, Bela decides she wants to try it with you.
While her body doesn't process soda or water, it does process blood....so....
You pour yourself a glass of fizzy water, and Bela gets a goblet of faintly bubbling blood. Cheers!
She destabilizes when she takes her first sip. It's so bubbly! Her Flies swirl into a jittering cloud and she drops the glass to the floor.
You're only worried for a split second, because she reforms with a big smile on her face. She likes it!
It does take a couple of tries (and several more dropped glasses) for her to drink some without her flies fluttering around, but eventually she gets the hang of it.
Cassandra Dimitrescu
Cassandra is intrigued by the weird contraption that you brought into the Castle.
It's different, and clearly a modern appliance, so she's faintly intrigued by it. When you explain that you want to make her some sparkling blood, she gets HYPED.
It's a new, different experience she gets to share with you! She loves that!
You pull out a bottle of a nicer vintage ( Cassandra deserves the best, in your opinion) and she wraps her arms around your waist and 'oohs' in delight when the machine starts to inject bubbles into the glass.
You pass it to her, curious to what she thinks of the concoction, and her curious face is so cute that you nearly squeal.
Cassandra eagerly knocks it back-- and then freezes.
You have to stop yourself from breaking down into uncontrollable laughter. She looks horrified. In fact, Cassandra's tried so hard not to swallow the fizzy blood that she gave herself chipmunk cheeks.
She haaaates it. Little bubbles are popping around in her mouth and through the blood, making a really awful texture that feels like it's cold but also boiling? 0/10, very bad mouth feelings.
She has to slowly let the fizzy blood dribble out of her mouth and back into the glass. That was the WORST.
You feel a little bad for laughing so hard, but your girlfriend is making a face like a cat caught in the rain, and it's both funny and adorable.
Daniela Dimitrescu
When you pull out the Carbonation Machine for the first time, Daniela is the one who suggests that you two try to carbonate blood.
Actually, before she knows what you're going to use it for, she wants to explode the bottle of CO2 and see what kind of damage it will do.
...As fun as that sounds, you just want to make some homemade soda.
Daniela boos you for being boring, but it's all in good fun. Instead, she pops herself on the counter next to you, swinging her legs back and forth while she watches you carbonate a glass of water.
The noise is so weird! Does it taste good? Like Bela, she has some questions of her own about why humans want to drink this kind of thing, but you answer them all. For you, there's all sorts of reasons, but you like the way the liquid pops and sparkles in the glass.
Daniela immediately wants to try it with blood. It sounds so fun!
She darts out of the room and comes back with a (fresh, dripping) glass of blood that you carbonate for her. She knocks it back like a shot---and beams. She LOVES it!
Daniela wants to stick the pointy carbonation rod into her next victim and see if she can get the blood bubbling at the source. CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN!
You have to stop her from stabbing the nearest maid with the carbonation rod.
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I’m here to use your interests against you mwahahaha! Could you write something about a reader who like Cass, Dani, and Bela more than their mother, except Lady D. Likes the reader and wants them to herself.
You have me intrigued, anon, and I hope this is what you were looking forward to
Finally Throwing out the polyamorous relationship where the sisters pass you around 😍
Well This is Awkward
You awake easily this morning, and maybe it was because you had slept uninterrupted. The blackout curtains tucked away any sunlight that dared to peer through the windowpane. The natural chill of the castle had you burrowed into the blanket, falling and clinging to sleep. The screams that would haunt the hallways had even paused for the night.
You also supposed it made it easier to wake up when reality seemed better than your dreams. You glanced down at the arm thrown over you and the leg hooked around your own. Your eyes trailed up the body until your gaze connected with a wide grin framed by blazing red hair. You couldn’t help but to smile back.
“Good morning, Daniela,” you said, your voice thick with sleep.
“Finally,” jested Daniela, propping her head up on her hand. “It only took you eight hours to get up.”
Your smile turned lazy as you closed your eyes again. You felt two fingers tap your cheek sharply, and you couldn’t help but to find her clinginess endearing. She looked almost impatient when you opened them, but all you could focus on was the pout she was throwing your way.
“No more sleeping!” She exclaimed, shaking you by the shoulder. “It’s almost Cassandra’s turn!”
You shake your head at the absurdity of her statement. Daniela sounded damn near jealous of her sister, and you couldn’t have that... especially when you knew Daniela’s intense emotions tend to have drastic actions.
You tried to roll her over onto her back, but she resisted, instead choosing to push you down and straddling your hips while pinning your arms down by your side. She was wearing a smirk the whole time her face came closer to yours, her hair falling to curtain your faces from the outside world.
“I don’t like to be kept waiting.” whispered Daniela before she licked the shell of your ear.
“Then why did you let me sleep in?” You countered absently, your mind already occupied.
“Bela told me I had to.” pouted Daniela, sitting upright on your hips and crossing her arms. “She said something about “bags” under your eyes, but I like them!”
You smiled in amusement at both sisters. It made your heart swell that Bela was thoughtful about your sleeping routine and the effect it had on your body. It made you feel kinda special that Daniela enjoyed your company enough to want to disrupt your sleep, not giving a damn about your appearance if denied rest.
“Well, thank you, sweetie, I’m glad I look attractive when I look beat to hell.” you chuckled, grabbing ahold of her hips and drawing small circles there.
“You might be a mess, but you’re a hot mess at least.” she said cheekily, obviously enjoying the banter.
“I was thinking the same about you.” you teased back, unable to hold back a laugh. “What a couple we must make, huh?”
“We make the best couple.” growled Daniela, surging back down to grab either side of your face and pull you towards her mouth.
A sharp knock interrupted the kiss, and Daniela really growled this time, irritation written all over her face when she pulled back in the sitting position again.
“What?!” snapped Daniela, neck craned so she was facing the door, yet already knowing who it was.
“Don’t yell at me, Dani, it’s your fault you picked your turn during bedtime.” came Cassandra’s deadpan, almost sounding bored despite the venom spat right at her through the door.
“I’m sorry,” you couldn’t help but to say sheepishly, averting your eyes.
Daniela’s frustration was no longer evident as she begrudgingly peeled herself from your body. You could lie there all morning with how comfortable the bed was, but you were aware that Cassandra had took it upon herself to come and collect you, so you couldn’t keep her waiting. You sat up with every intention of hurrying, but you also couldn’t leave with Daniela feeling neglected in any sort of way.
“Sometimes having you for the night is my favorite.” said Daniela, giving you a wink to ease the nerves. “Come here and tell me ‘bye’ like you mean it.”
“There are no ‘goodbyes’, but I’ll give you a ‘see you later’.” you chuckled at her eye roll, but that didn’t stop her from leaning forward to meet you halfway.
When you felt her breath on your lips, your eyes fluttered shut of their own accord, and with that you didn’t see Daniela duck her head at the last moment. Your eyes flew open when you felt the sting of her teeth tearing through the top layer of skin on your throat. You hissed, but cradled the back of her neck, holding her still.
Daniela was always leaving you on your toes, unsure of what was to come with how rapid her thoughts skipped to the next. But that was what you loved about her: her spontaneity. She never allowed you to grow bored with her.
“Fuck, Daniela,” you stammered out when you began to feel lightheaded. “Too much, too much,”
Daniela pulled back with her signature crazed giggle, and it had you momentarily forgetting what you were supposed to be doing. Until the knocking on the door increased in volume.
“Hurry up, or it comes out of your next turn!” called Cassandra, and you knew she also was a sister that you couldn’t afford to piss off too much.
“I’d like to see her try,” said Daniela, still giggling at your dazed expression, but finally pulling away from you so you could get up, blood trickling down her lip. “She couldn’t keep me away from you.”
“I wouldn’t let her.” you assured, sending her an earnest smile while getting dressed quickly, and you were thoroughly surprised when you didn’t get a clipped response through the door.
“You’re just too sweet,” she drawled, wiping the corner of her lip with her finger and popping it into her mouth, slowly licking it clean. “You should be going now before Cassandra becomes angry.”
“I love you,”
After one last kiss, you ripped open the door, eyes searching for the brunette who you hoped wasn’t too impatient. The door clicked shut behind you as you observed Cassandra leaning back against the wall across from Daniela’s room. Her scowl morphed smoothly into a smirk that easily had you nervous in a good way.
“Good morning, babe,” you greeted brightly, reaching out for her hand.
“It is now,” Cassandra flirted easily, looking at you through narrowed eyes when she examined the already bruising flesh where Daniela had bit you. “Let’s go, I have plans for today.”
You let her guide you with no hesitation like you always did. Cassandra always had plans, different ones every day, never really asking you if you had any plans for your time together. She took full control but that was what you loved about her. Sometimes you liked to be submissive, and that was what Cassandra liked to prey on.
“What did you have in mind?” You asked as she took the many twists and turns that led you to the kitchens, and the reminder of food had your stomach growling.
“First, I knew Daniela wouldn’t think of breakfast, so I had one of the maids awoken early to prepare something beforehand so it wouldn’t waste our time.”
She spoke it so nonchalantly, as if it meant nothing at all really, but Cassandra showed her affection through ways of her own, and while it took some time to become familiar with her subtle love language, you knew she appreciated quality time together with no one else around to disrupt the two of you.
“Thank you, Cassandra,” You smiled, your eyes catching sight of the platter decorated quite nicely with fruits and cheeses and biscuits and different meats and you couldn’t help but to be touched by the extensiveness of it, to both Cassandra and to the maid who prepared it.
“I can’t have you falling out on us.” chuckled Cassandra, leading you to the table set up just for you.
“So what comes after this?” You questioned, sitting down and smiling when she pushed you in.
“Impatient are we?” Cassandra mused, looking proud with herself.
“Can’t have you wasting time, can we?” you quipped, smiling smugly at her snort.
“Shut it, your smart tongue is only keeping us here longer.”
“I thought you liked my smart tongue.” You countered, arching a brow as you stuck it out teasingly.
“There are many uses to it,” she agreed, shrugging. “But it also grates at my nerves, so I suggest you eat it up now, babe.”
You smirked, knowing you were keeping up quip for quip with Cassandra, and you also knew she couldn’t stand not having the last word in, even with you, so you took your victory before you lost it. You dug into your food quick as Cassandra watched you, nose wrinkling slightly. Did the smell of food disgust her as much as the smell of death disgusted you?
“Where to now?” You asked earnestly, once you were finished and pushed the platter away.
Cassandra giggled and reached over to pat your head, almost like a puppy, before cupping your cheek, her thumb stroking in small circles. You shuddered from the tingle that danced down your spine in response. Her lips were moving, but you had to blink away the haze to focus in.
“... into town,”
“What on earth for?” You questioned, brow furrowed. “The three of you only really go at night, and I don’t think-”
“Calm down,” Cassandra interrupted, standing up and holding a hand out to you. “All you need is a hood and let me do the talking... I can be quite alluring.”
You narrowed your eyes at her suspiciously. You knew she had her hooks in you, but what did she mean by that? She patted your cheek as she smiled at your expression.
“My sisters and I have many tricks up our sleeves.” she winked, explaining no more. “Come,”
You smirk to yourself and your dirty mind, and grabbed her hand, standing with her. As the two of you walk hand-in-hand through the castle towards her bedroom to collect a spare hood for you, you ran into Bela, and you couldn’t help the large smile that took over your face, your arm already up in a wave.
“Bela!” You called happily, also squeezing Cassandra’s hand to let her know her presence was still appreciated too.
Bela’s eyes were alight when she turned to look at you, smirking when she saw the two of you together.
“Hello, my love,” she said, her eyes crinkled by her widened smile when you reached out to grab her hand. “What are you two off doing today?”
“We’re going into town.” answered Cassandra calmly, and Bela’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline.
“Under an illusion, I presume?” started Bela cautiously, sighing when Cassandra rolled her eyes, bitch fit at the ready. “Of course, why did I even ask?”
“Why did you?” mocked Cassandra, reeling herself in when you squeezed her hand again, reminding her that you were here.
“Don’t be so quick to get defensive.” You scolded so gently that it came across as more of a plea. “We’re gonna have a good day, okay?”
Cassandra frowned deeply, but she refrained herself from spewing out another biting comment. The thumb of her hand that you were holding brushed along your fingers.
“Before you go running off, I think mother wanted to speak with you,” informed Bela, her eyes directed at you.
With me?
The concern was written so plainly all over your face, and you knew it from the two reassuring hands on your body. Cassandra had a hand rubbing soothingly up your back, and Bela was running her fingers through your hair.
“Would you like us to walk with you, my love?” pressed Bela, eyes boring into yours, and you couldn’t look away as you nodded.
“There’s no need to be scared, babe, we’re right here, and she wouldn’t hurt us by taking you away.” assured Cassandra, moving to hold your hand again.
“I know she wouldn’t hurt me.” You insisted... were you trying to assure yourself or them?
You felt the Lady’s eyes on you when she was in the room. She watched the dynamic you had formed with her daughters in interest, and you always wondered what her thoughts on the matter were. You had yet to be completely alone with their mother, but surely nothing too drastic would befall you without the safety of Bela, Cassandra, or Daniela’s presence.
All you could think about on the way to Lady Dimitrescu’s office was how intimidating she was, and how much of a coward you were acting in front of your girlfriends at the mere prospect of talking with their mother. You put on your brave face when you blinked and you were suddenly outside of the door.
“Let’s get this over with, and this doesn’t cut into my time, Bela!” said Cassandra, her voice suddenly taking on an edge.
“Whatever,” Bela rolled her eyes, moving to open the door.
“Wait,” you stopped them, grabbing each by the arm. “I think she wanted to talk alone.”
What are you doing? Of course you want them there!
Bela pursed her lips, but didn’t argue with you, instead leaning towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek. Cassandra was stoic, but the way she crossed her arms over her chest had you believing that she didn’t want to agree with you. They both took a step back to give you an open entrance.
“I’ll be right here, and we’ll go right after.” promised Cassandra, already leaning against the wall to make herself comfortable.
“It’s gonna be a good day, remember?” Bela reminded, giggling as she walked away down the hall.
You sighed, before straightening your shoulders, pumping yourself up. The door was heavy so you had to put some effort into swinging it open to grant yourself access. The loud creak had you cringing but you still pressed on into the room, your eyes falling onto the Lady.
She was seated at the rather large desk, her neck turned down to examine the paperwork before her... a lady never hunches of course. Her hat concealed her eyes from yours, but when she heard the door open, her neck snapped up, zeroing in on you.
You gulped as you were rooted to the spot beneath the heat of her gaze. Her nostrils flared enough for you to catch it, and the smirk that formed on her mouth crept slowly as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes raking over your body.
“Hello, my dear,” her voice was smooth and easy to listen to, and you wondered why you were so afraid.
“Hello, my Lady,” you greeted politely, hands held behind your back, almost as if you were striving to put on the manners.
“Please, call me Alcina,” the Lady insisted, reaching into one of the drawers of her desk.
She withdrew her tobacco smoking pipe and reached for the book of matches on the desktop. She set the tobacco ablaze, the flames dancing in her golden eyes as she stared into your soul it felt. Her cheeks sunk in a bit as she took a drag, blowing it out in your direction, thickening the room.
“Alcina,” you tried, feeling the way it rolled off your tongue. “You wished to speak with me?”
“Straight to the point, I admire that,” Alcina remarked, signaling with her hand for you to take a seat in one of the chairs before the desk.
“I could hardly keep your daughters waiting.” You joked, attempting to take a crack at humor, and deflated when her smile disappeared.
“You’ve found your way into each of my daughters’ hearts, I see.” she commented thoughtfully.
“I don’t know how I did it but... I’d like to think they care for me as much as I care for them, yes.” You supplied, fidgeting in place.
“You are something special, are you not?” Alcina whispered, eyes trailing over your form yet again, and it left you unsure.
“I hardly believe so,” you dismissed, shaking your head, and why were you arguing with this woman who could kill you with no thought whatsoever?
“I see it,” said Alcina, leaning forward, and what you could see was the way her breasts seemed to push forward almost invitingly, and you had to curse yourself for looking at the mother of your girlfriends in such a lewd manner.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” You said, dazed and confused by the way the conversation was going.
“I can smell something different about you, and it has left me intrigued.” Alcina asserted, the smoke swirling and almost obscuring her face from your vision, but those eyes always bore into you.
“What does that mean?” You whispered, almost afraid that too many questions would send her over the edge.
Lady Dimitrescu snuffed out the tobacco so she could tuck away the pipe once more. She then rested her elbows on the desk, her fingers hooking together before she rested her chin atop them. Her eyes glanced from you to the door behind you as she spoke her next words, almost as if she were speaking to Cassandra who was waiting for you in the hall.
“I regret to inform you that some changes are taking place, my dear, and it starts with the relationship you have with my daughters.”
Your face fell and there was no hiding it. You wished you had brought Bela and Cassandra along, and then you thought of Daniela, and how you awoke with her wrapped around your body.
“W-what about it?” You stammered, your chest tightening, and Alcina sighed ruefully, almost as if to show her regret.
“I’m going to have to take you away from them.” she explained, raising a hand to silence you when your mouth dropped open. “This is not a form of punishment and you are not to be harmed... but I must take you for myself.”
You couldn’t move. Here was this woman who left you feeling nervous and intimidated and so very small telling you that she was stealing you away from her own daughters for her own interests.
“What?” You weren’t sure if it was loud enough to even make a sound in your throat, but the clicking of her tongue confirmed it.
“Pay attention from now on, darling, I do not appreciate having to repeat myself.” Alcina warned, though it wasn’t as harsh as it could be.
“But-” were you really still arguing with her?
“Enough,” clipped Alcina, her frustration starting to rear its head. “I am already aware that I will have to fight with all three of my daughters, do not push me anymore.”
You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening and you felt like you couldn’t keep up, and this wasn’t the place to get left behind in. You weren’t even sure if you were fully aware of what becoming Alcina’s lover entailed. You were happy where you were.
“Please,” you couldn’t help but to choke out, tears blurring your vision.
“I will be the one to inform my daughters of the new arrangements, you need not worry yourself with that.” assured Alcina, pushing up from the chair, and rounding the desk.
She paused at your side, and you looked up, your neck craning at her height. She chuckled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, taking the time to sniff the scent of your shampoo. Your tears spilled over.
“You remain here, my dear, I will come back to collect you myself, and we will have a discussion of what is to come later.” she said easily, as if she wasn’t switching up your entire life without even a thought.
Your mouth opened and closed, leaving you resembling a goldfish as she opened the door and ducked beneath the doorway. You felt frozen, unable to react to the sudden shouting outside of the door. You couldn’t even hear Cassandra going into her full blown tantrum, throwing things and all.
You stared down at your hands, your forehead still tingling from the cool lips that were just pressed there. What the hell was it that had an entire family of vampires juggling you around? Even the matriarch needed her taste.
You wanted the warmth of Bela, the alluring aura of Cassandra, the intensity of Daniela... Surely they would come for you... right? Surely they could go against their mother...
Right?
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RE8 Ladies + Love Languages
While this isn't terribly long per character, I am putting it under a read-more for the combined length. Some characters have more details than others, partially due to how much I've written for them (and therefore had time to think about how they show their affections). For once the contents are not in alphabetical order. Crazy, right? PS there's a very, very brief implication of NSFW in Daniela's section.
Features the entire Dimitrescu family, Mother Miranda, Donna Beneviento, and as a lil bonus Ava.
Cassandra Dimitrescu:
Primary Love Language: Physical touch
Secondary Love Language: Acts of Service
Examples: Constantly wants to be touching some part of her lover, even if she sometimes pretends otherwise, from hand holding to making them sit in her lap. So goddamn touch starved. Preferably sleeps with her lover sprawled out on top of her, weighing her down, soothed by the constant pressure. Seriously, this woman needs someone to hold her as close as possible, running their fingers through her hair, pressing soft little kisses along her neck + shoulder. And then repeat. Every single day. For life.
Treating her lover’s wounds, or bringing them tea to soothe their nightmares, or monitoring their health when they're sick (see: Bound Blood + We Don’t Talk About That). Cassandra hates feeling like she owes someone, and isn’t fond of others owing her (because when they pay her back, she might end up owing them “the difference”). When it comes to love, however, all debts feel paid as soon as they are incurred. She does things for her beloved because she cares for them, expecting nothing in return. Sure, she’ll complain about the effort, but it doesn’t really bother her, and she truly hopes her lover knows that.
Mother Miranda:
Primary Love Language: Acts of Service
Secondary Love Language: Gift Giving
Examples: Despite the decades she has spent as a Goddess, commanding the willing masses, Miranda doesn’t put much emphasis on words. Instead, she values actions above all else. She doesn't care if someone says that they are devoted to her, she wants to see the effects of that devotion. In turn, she much prefers to show her affection rather than voice it, even if it leaves her lover less sure of her feelings. One must keep in mind that she is the leader of an entire region, and the fact that she chooses to personally take care of something for you means a hell of a lot. Even if it’s just making you a cup of tea whenever she brews some for herself, or something as big as setting up a studio for you and your personal projects, or simply ensuring that your favorite meals are added to the rotation.
Similar, in some aspects, to her preference to showcase her love rather than announce it, Miranda takes pride in her ability to select gifts. She remembers just about everything you ever tell her, easily memorizing things you express interest in. Though she won’t make a big deal out of it, you’ll often find little gifts from her lying around, casual reminders of how much of her attention is devoted to you.
Daniela Dimitrescu:
Primary Love Language: Words of Affirmation
Secondary Love Language: Physical Touch
Examples: What can she say, she loves to be worshipped. Having someone look at her with eyes full of adoration, one hand cupping her cheek, as they list a thousand reasons why they love her? That’s all she wants. Or sitting with her lover’s head in her lap, listening to them recite poetry that reminds them of her, while she runs her fingers through their hair. Ooh, or hearing them cry out her name like something holy as she all but buries her head between their legs. But don’t worry, she’s just as eager to return the favor, singing soft praises dedicated to her beloved. Admittedly, her compliments are sometimes a tad roundabout (so to speak).
“Mmm,” she’ll hum, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Living in a castle, my every need catered to, endless life, and, of course, the most darling little pet I could ever ask for. What more could I want?” Then she’ll pull her lover close, a kiss against their pulse point to claim them as her own. It’s impossible for her to determine her favorite place to touch her lover. There are little spots that elicit sweet sounds from them, then there are places where their warmth is a tad fiercer than normal, pure bliss against her own freezing skin. Wherever she touches them, it’s a silent declaration of her love.
Bela Dimitrescu:
Primary Love Language: Quality Time
Secondary Love Language: Words of Affirmation
Examples: It doesn’t matter what she does with her lover, as long as they are together, in the same room if not actively pressed against each other. Any hobby of theirs is one that she’ll instantly take interest in. An academic at heart, she loves to learn, regardless of the subject, and takes endless delight in learning from those close to her. There’s something incredible about the feeling she gets when she gets a chance to show her lover how much she remembers, and she sees that spark of joy in their eyes.
Considering her fondness for classical literature, it’s no surprise that she adores using language to convey the depths of her affection. Whether she’s quoting Sappho or Shakespeare, she often relies on dead poets to express herself. In turn, she cannot even begin to describe the feeling she gets when her lover returns the gesture, especially if they go so far as to write something original for her. More than once she’s tried to craft her own poetry, but has found herself lacking (at least to her own standards). One thing she enjoys is memorizing poetry written by someone from her lover’s home country, assuming that they’re not from Romania.
Alcina Dimitrescu:
Primary Love Language: Gift Giving/Physical Touch
Secondary Love Language: Quality Time
Examples: Considering the era in which she was born, it’s not terribly surprising that Alcina’s affection often manifests in less obvious ways. A hand on her lover’s back, guiding them along, or letting her knee touch theirs when they sit next to each other, or gently reaching out to give one of their hands a soft pat during quiet conversations. On top of that, she gives out gifts almost constantly. Oh, her lover very briefly mentioned enjoying a local artist? Well, Alcina will be certain to purchase several (or most) of their recent work. Did her beloved muse out loud about not having much jewelry? That won’t do! She’ll get them a large assortment, including plenty that bear the crest of House Dimitrescu. Everyone will know who her lover is, if only for the way that they are adorned with her loveliest finery.
Much like her eldest daughter (who likely takes after her mother), Alcina also enjoys the barest of interactions with her darling. With the endless stretch that is her potential lifespan, she knows that she has all the time in the world to learn new skills, or experience all that the village has to offer. Nothing warms her heart quite like the idea of getting to enjoy those things with the people that matter most to her- namely her partner and her children.
Donna Beneviento:
Primary Love Language: Quality Time
Secondary Love Language: Gift Giving
Examples: An odd mix of shy and calculating, Donna Beneviento is not one to rely on words, nor does she often take grand actions where others may observe. Instead, she works (and weaves) within the shadows. When it comes to love, she prefers to let her priorities reveal her feelings. Day after day, she chooses to spend time with her partner, regardless of the activity. If they ask for her company, she gives it without hesitation. She invites them to join her in the garden, or give input on her latest creations, and ensures that they are readily involved in just about every aspect of her life.
Being as talented as she is with crafting (both the overall art of doll-making and the somewhat related ability to sew all sorts of clothing), ‘tis not surprising that she also turns to gifts to express herself. From knitting hats in winter to soft blankets when her partner is sick, she provides for them in the easiest way she knows how.
Avaskian Caldwell:
Primary Love Language: Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation
Secondary Love Language: Quality Time
Examples: Arguably the most touch-starved person ever to exist, xer only possible rival being Cassandra. Struggles to strike a balance between hating being touched unexpectedly and wanting constant physical attention. Will give affectionate shoulder/back pats, loves forehead kisses/bumps, literally cannot sleep without cuddling someone/something (such as a stuffed animal). At the same time, a lifetime of severe anxiety has made it so that xe often relies on verbal encouragement from others to feel good/motivate xerself. Xe craves compliments, and defaults to poetry as a way of expressing love for others. One might think that being selectively mute might put a damper on this. However, if anything, it just furthers the value of xer speech. You know that xe cares about you if xe not only writes you poetry, but reads it aloud for you.
In true introvert/anxiety-riddled-bean fashion, Ava is also more than content to just chill with loved ones. Xe grew up in an admittedly fucked up family, but some of xer happiest childhood memories are of xerself sitting with xer brother, watching while he played through videogame after videogame, or sitting together on the big couch and reading. Years later, xe has a strong instinct to want to recreate those moments with xer new (slightly less fucked up) family.
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Oh, I have a request! How about the daughters (who love the reader very much) always taking the reader and practically stealing her every time she’s with Alcina? (Cuz we need more daughters and reader interaction 🥲) And maybe to the point of our precious big dommy mommy gettin ya know ya know jealous? ;)) HAHGSHAHAHAHA, that would be hilarious to see. Anyways, hope you’re havin’ a great time~ ✌🏻till next time!
I’m so sorry this took me so long anon! I’ve gotten more requests than I ever thought I would and I’m starting to get behind. This was a really sweet one to put together though- really enjoyed it!
Slight Gore warning for Cassandra! Nothing too detailed but it is referenced. If you don’t like it just skip her
Bela
Being the eldest sibling has made her the most level-headed of the three. After decades of ending squabbles between her younger sisters, she’s discovered the pleasures of retail therapy.
She takes great joy in popping off to neighboring villages for a few hours perusing the various aromatherapy shops.
And she takes even greater pleasure bringing you along. Dragging you, really. Even if you’re otherwise busy. Sometimes she’ll buy you a few scents or lotions that catch your eye.
She calls it “compensation for being dragged away from Mother,” but really she’s just happy to spoil you
Also loves asking you for literature recommendations. As vast as the castle’s library is, Bela had read through most of the literature over her lifetime
Is absolutely fascinated by modern day novels.
She takes you on a day-long shopping spree visiting five surrounding villages just blowing through money buying almost every book that peaks her interest
Most of your time together is spent relaxing in the library talking about your novels.
Eventually you’ve collected enough books to make an entirely new section in the library just for the two of you.
Even when cuddled up with Alcina in the library, there is simply no escaping Bela when she’s looking for recommendations or simply someone to talk to
At the end of the day, you really didn’t mind. You were more than happy to spend time with all the girls and happy they wanted to spend time with you.
You knew as annoyed as Alcina got when interrupted she found it incredibly sweet that her daughters will go out of their way to be with you
Cassandra (Cassi)
Suffers from middle child syndrome hardcore
She’s a bit too old to understand Bela’s interests, but too old to join Daniela in her delusional fantasies. So naturally, she tries to cling onto you.
At first she tries to convince you to enter the basement with her so she can show you her “Art Gallery,” but Alcina forbade it. So things between you and Cassi went quiet for awhile
Alcina says Cassandra is an artist of some sort and all her work is done in the basement
After about a month of silence Cassandra came barrelling into your private study with some kind of canvas in her hands
“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, y/n, but I’ve been working really hard on your gift.”
You gush, “oh Cassi, you didn’t have to make me anything. That’s so sweet of you.”
She eagerly flips over the canvas to reveal her painting of a human heart.
It was beautifully detailed, the heart really jumped off the page against the black background...but something was off about it. It took a minute for you to realize it but once you did, you couldn’t stop staring. The heart was painted with blood.
You were lost for words.
“Well?” Cassi, asked with a broad smile on her face. “Do you like it?”
All you could do at first was nod you head. “Oh Cassandra, its gorgeous. You really made this?”
The girl’s eyes were rapturous. “It’s my favorite hobby! But this particular piece was my first try at observational painting. I hope I did a good job...”
“Are you kidding Cassi? It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen anything like it. Can I hang it on my wall?”
She lunges at you, wrapping you in a suffocating hug. “Thank you, y/n. I made it a heart so you know how much we love having you here with us.”
Tears were starting to prick your eyes. “I love you guys, too.”
You looked up lust long enough to see Alcina walk in your study, roll her eyes and walk right back out.
Daniela (Dani)
Being the youngest Dimitrescu definitely has its advantages and Daniela knows how to use every single one.
Gets away with absolutely everything and anything under the sun. Even things her older sisters could only dream of getting away with and it irritates them to no end.
Daniela is definitely the most daring of the three. Always pushing her boundaries with her mother and will go out of her way to annoy Alcina just for funsies.
Is comfortable (and has) appearing in your bedroom while your, erm...busy with Alcina. Literally grabs you by the arm and swoops you away in a swarm of moths giggling the entire time. You hear Alcina shouting obscenities as you’re taken away.
You’re both thoroughly embarrassed.
Daniela seems to be, just like her mother, very needy. Attention starved if you will. So of course, she’s in need of your presence every hour. Sometimes more.
And for the dumbest freaking reasons!
“Y/n come quick! Look at the birds in the garden. They’re so pretty!”
You laugh at her excitement “They’re crows, Dani. We see them every day.”
Other times she will drag you to her room and pull out her vast collection of weapons and tell you different stories associated with each one. You loved hearing how passionate Daniela was about her collection.
On a few rare occasions, she even gifted you a set of daggers, or crossbow, or whatever your favorite weapon is.
“You don’t own any y/n, which means you’re vulnerable to attacks. One day I’ll teach you how to use them.”
BONUS: Alcina being absolutely done with her girls not sharing
Late hours of the night are Alcina’s favorite time of day
She gets to relax in bed with you all to herself while shedding away all the stresses from the day.
More often than not she’ll lazily sip a glass of wine and reread her favorite novel to you while you’re nestled in her lap.
It was the only time of day she knew she had you all to herself
...usually...
One night all three of her daughters barged in your bedroom arguing who you would spend time with first. Alcina tried shouting over them to take control of the situation, but none of them were even paying her attention.
Situations like this call for drastic measures.
Alcina covered your ears and shouted at her girls from the top of her lungs. Once she knew she had their attention she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a...spray bottle? They were about to laugh at her before she explained that the spray bottle contained holy water.
That scared them enough to make them back up a few steps. Daniela even hisssed at her, baring her fangs like a feral animal.
“I am tired of you three stealing away my y/n and I’ve reached my breaking point. This is the one time of day I’m allowed exclusive time with them and I will not have you getting in the way of that.”
You couldn’t process what was happening before you. Was Alcina really prepared to spray her own daughters with holy water just because she wouldn’t get her cuddles tonight? Really?
Daniela felt bold tonight. “As if you would actually do it. I bet that’s not even holy water.”
Alcina only arched a brow. “Well you’re more than welcome to come see for yourself, Daniela. By all means.”
The redhead was about to do just that until Bela pulled her backwards. “I guess we can wait and see y/n tomorrow. Goodnight, mother. Goodnight, y/n.”
As soon as Alcina knew they were gone she fell back onto the mattress, pulling you with her, peppering you in kisses.
“Darling,” you ask. “Is that really holy water?”
She chuckles into your neck. “No, it’s not, and they should have known that. If it were I wouldn’t have been able to hold it without it making me feel ill. But they’ll figure that out eventually and once they do they’ll be back.”
“What then?”
“Pelting them with fake silver should do the trick.”
#lady dimitrescu x reader#tall vampire lady#alcina dimitrescu#lady alcina#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu
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I like your writing a lot! If I may, could I request lady d and Donna reacting to a male werewolf reader? Reader can turn into a huge wolf and they notice reader when they realise the lycans are starting to stay away from their places, and for lady d could you do something about the daughters cuddling reader in wolf form cause he so mf w a r m? Much love! Have a great day :))
Thank you anon (✿◡‿◡)
You mentioned reader turning into a huge wolf, like an actual wolf, so the werewolf rules I'm going for with this are:
You are born with all trademarks off being a normal human until you develop your wolf when you hit puberty.
Your wolf is technically a separate entity, with their own name, thoughts and opinions, and also a part of you.
Shifting during a full moon is involuntary, but you don't go feral/lose all control, shifting at any other time can be done at will.
Since you're on your own you were either kicked out of your pack or they died in war/hunters.
The village is so well hidden, from your enemies, you decide to stay there despite the local dangers.
Powers include:
ability to partially shift between wolf and human form to access specific traits, eye glow.
in wolf form - claws, iron fur/ability to harden fur (useful for tanking blows and cuts), heightened senses / strength / regeneration / speed.
In human form - heightened senses / strength / speed / regeneration, (but not to the full extent as in your wolf form).
It's quite long so the headcanons are under the cut:
Alcina dimitresu
She noticed you around because the maids reported food was going missing from the supplies.
At first she's skeptical of this huge wolf and thinks your one of Mother Miranda's new failed experiments (because you're wounded).
Will ignore you at first and probably try to shoo you out like she would an errant insect.
She complains that you smell completely unappetizing.
When she first met the human you, she had much the same reaction as in this post.
WHAT IS THIS MUTT DOING IN MY HOUSE -> IT'S A DISGUSTING MANTHING, NO!
Definitely tries to kill you, you either fight back or just run away, initiating the longest game of hide-and-seek known to man (or...wolf).
You use your hearing and smell as an early warning system against her.
When her daughters first meet you, they think you're some sort of stray experiment too.
Bela immediately wants you to be their pet, Cassandra thinks they should see what their mother thinks first, and Daniela laments that you smell so bad she can't eat you.
Reveal you're a person and they just freak out, but in a good way.
You know Alcina made sure they had the proper Dimitrescu education, so they're fascinated by your biology and ask a lot of questions about your transformation. Which leads to debate on culture, and why you're alone, and how your senses differ between wolf and human form, etc...
Her daughters love you, but especially your wolf.
Your warm and always available for cuddles.
They will just glomp, face first, into your fur when stressed.
After she stops immediately trying to kill you on sight, Alcina learns to tolerate your presence (she rationales it's only because you make her daughters so happy...like a pet)
Eventually, after a long time she will start to get used to your presence. No longer filled with the urge to kill you for being near her daughters or when she sees you in the kitchen getting a snack.
Has most definitely called you her "pet".
One of her favourite things to do is read a book by the fire, sometimes her daughters will sit and listen sometimes not. But turns out, one of your favourite things to do is to also lie by the fire in your wolf form.
At first she avoids it when you're there, but then she tells herself she won't let any manthing dictate her time.
There have been a few incidents when you've been there and she has found herself absentmindedly running her fingers through your fur. It's just so soft she can't help herself.
Once she realises she will retract her hand immediately. She denies ever doing it.
Donna Beneviento
She doesn't tend to leave her mansion often, except to tend to her plants, and she leaves the grounds of the estate even less so; which means it takes her a long while to notice that the Lycans are staying away/not invading the grounds as often.
At first she is wary of the giant wolf prowling around, who seems to be largely unaffected by the pollen from her plants.
While your wolf may be affected, your human mind isn't and can rationalize/inform your wolf what's real and what's not (and visa versa)
She's scared that she can't get you to leave, (she thinks you're a giant wolf that she can't direct away, do you blame her).
You first shift into your human form to climb in through one of the windows and look for food and medicine.
There's a wary sort of truce between you two to begin with.
You are slightly insulted when she leaves two bowls of water and food outside the door like you're a common hound.
I feel like you would have to be the first one to initiate conversation with Donna. (Not with Angie though, she's been yelling at you from day one).
Warms up to you a lot faster than Alcina.
She finds you overwhelming, brutish, and loud to begin with, but you quickly learn to be gentler/accommodate her personality.
She likes it when you lay in her lap and let her brush your hair, (especially in wolf form).
It takes a bit off convincing for her to let you do the same for her.
All the food you cook is the hearty kind, Donna hasn't eaten so well in years.
Angie has ridden on your back (and fallen off numerous times despite being able to float)...you refuse a saddle.
Donna makes you a little transforming doll of yourself/your wolf, just as she would in this post.
If you shed, she will collect all the fur and weave it together, whether to make a doll or a scarf. You're not entirely sure what you feel about this.
Donna starts coming outside a bit more when you're there.
You both have picnics on the grounds.
If you spend time indoors with Donna for any extended period of time, the Lycans get more bold and come on the grounds more. You quickly chase them out.
If you get injured chasing out the lycans, Donna will gently fuss over your wounds and bandage them up.
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