So I showed my sis the picture of Lady D been in the band, and the title being Miss D and the Pallboys. Well... she straight up told me "MISS DEEZ NUTS" and now we cant let it go
~Cosplay: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8~ "Oh, careful what you wish for, Ethan Winters..." ;) - Model/MuA: Mircalla Tepez Photographer/Edit picture 1, 2, 3: Dieter Schumann @dsfoto Photographer/Edit picture 4 +5: soulcatcher photography www.facebook.com/soulcatcherph… Hat made by IssabelCosplay Claws made by Mogli Darling
Since I'm having two days of basically fan-servicing tumblr gays, I thought I'd share my quick sketches of the Dimitrescu family. I'm aware that these are a bit rough but I didn't want them to look too polished either. Enjoy)
• Lady Dimitrescu x female reader 💋
• WARNINGS: Explicit horror elements, gore, mentions of blood, minor character death, sapphic love.
glass angel, part XVI.
There’s no true limits to existence, only one-way thresholds which, once passed, never open again.
Small, frosty kisses tickled your limbs, melting into the unnatural heath of your skin. Your body felt weightless, a ghastly shape in the dunes of pristine snowflakes piling atop of graves and tombstones. As if woken from a profound sleep, you fluttered your eyes and suddenly pushed yourself to sit up in the bed of snow.
It must’ve been dusk; heavy, gray clouds hung low over familiar hills and pine tops, blurring the line between the sky and the ground. Lightheaded, you shifted about until your knees dug deep into the frozen soil. Beneath yourself was a pile of dry, colorless flowers and a rusty lamp with a single, half-burnt candle. The cross impaled into the grave appeared familiar, albeit old and damaged by harsh Romanian winds. A name, a person – your heart ached, yet you could not recall who it was, only that you used to visit her plenty times before. The memory was too fuzzy, like a tangled ball of yarn which only tightened the more you tried to loosen it.
You carefully stood, turning away from the grave. The hem of your long, white dress carved circles in the snow as you spun, confused, struggling to decipher where exactly you were. Rural houses sat perked on white hills, peeking at you through hollow windows. They, too, appeared familiar, yet not enough to stir a clear remembrance within you. Everything seemed to be part of a dream, of a former life, something you vaguely might recall at dawn. The snow, however, was palpable and real, dazzling beneath the half-moon rising. You knew it should’ve felt cold, yet your skin was unperturbed by its icy touch, and so you gazed at it in awe until ghastly howls ripped through the placid stillness of the night.
Suddenly, the ground shook with the weight of beastly feet stomping through the fields. You caught a glimpse of deformed, Frankenstein-like creatures scraping the roofs of whatever dilapidated houses still stood upright. Ahead of them were armed men, some falling prey to the slobbering mouths of their pursuers, others shattering the eerie silence with loud bullets. And though the scene unveiled right before you, it appeared oneiric itself, as if you were naught but a spectator to a midnight horror show. That is, until you locked eyes with one particular young man.
He froze momentarily and called out to you, an unfamiliar name leaving his bruised lips. Although you couldn’t remember clearly, you felt as if it was your name; or, the name of a dream version of you which no longer existed in this plane. A rain of bullets illuminated the sky, painting abandoned homes in dark entrails and crimson blood. The putrid scent of death lingered in the air as the war temporarily died down, leaving only one man standing. Your eyes met again, his own full of relief and exhilaration, yours vacant as if you were a porcelain doll.
“O-oh God… I knew it!! I knew I’d find you! God, do you have any idea h-how much…” He stuttered from the cold and raw excitement as he embraced you tightly to his chest. “…how much I… I-… God I was so scared… so scared…”
Emotion threatened to spill from his beautiful eyes as he gazed at you with such love that your own heart nearly burst with joy. Once upon a former life, you surely must’ve known him too. The poor, sweet young man shuddered with cold from head to toe, yet he shrugged his coat off and wrapped you in its warmth. The scent was familiar, too.
“A-are you alright? Did you… get hurt? B-bitten?” His teeth chattered, but you couldn’t find your voice to answer. A terrifying symphony of howls and screeches echoed throughout the land, announcing the arrival of yet another hellish army. Both of you stood very still, his attention all over your surroundings whilst yours was affixed on a worn-out piece of wood. On it was written – Castle Dimitrescu.
The image of The Countess came back to you as clear as a dew drop on clover leaves. Sweet rose perfume filled your lungs, setting your skin ablaze, rousing a dance of butterflies in your chest. Her voice, a low rumble, reverberated in your heart, reviving the blood within your veins.
“H-hey! Let’s go! Let’s get outta here, those things ar-“
You tempered the fright in the youth’s lovely eyes. Forthwith, he appeared so frail and meek as you held his feverish cheeks in between your palms. Perhaps you did remember him. A man you once loved, who couldn’t sleep a wink since you disappeared, unaware that the woman he’d been looking for had died long ago. You were naught but a shell, emptied of humanity and filled with sin and forbidden hungers.
“I’m not the one you’re looking for.”
You murmured gently whilst you caressed the swollen skin beneath his eyes. The haunting sound of ravenous mouths grew louder and nearer, and as you glanced at your feet you realized Lycans had already eaten his body. Only his head, frozen in terror, remained cradled in your dainty palms. Your white dress became heavy with blood, the snow around you melting in a crimson puddle. You watched in a haze as the hybrid monsters scattered, each carrying a body part in their gruesome mouths.
You whispered as you pressed a kiss to the young man’s gaping mouth and delicately wrapped his head in his coat. With a last touch you closed his eyes and left him by the grave of your late grandmother to rest in merciful, eternal life. The candle was now burning dimly, a flame produced by the warmth of your undead touch, never to die unless you died a second time.
“Hai acasă, draga mea… Hai, iubire…”
Come home, my dear… come, love…
You followed that gracious voice through broken trunks and endless mountains of ice. Roots seemed to shrink and hide into the frozen ground, letting you pass as you navigated the Carpathian labyrinth. At the end of it, Castle Dimitrescu stood menacing and imperial, looming over the pitiful village you’ve left behind. And at its gate, the seductive matron awaited with an elegant cigarette pressed to her dark rose lips.
Her eyes were like two beads of gold, shimmering brilliantly in the thick fog.
“What am I?...”
Softly you inquired as you followed the gleam of her predatory gaze. Frost evaporated beneath your feet, sizzling, leaving the ground dry and cracking with heat. A fire burned within you; one born of passion and unnatural elements alike. Like a Phoenix you rose again, beckoned by The Lady’s charms, leaving your human ashes behind to be reborn as something you’ve yet to comprehend.
“You are…” Alcina begun, her mouth like dark rose petals behind the cloud of her satin smoke. “…a thousand times more beautiful, a thousand times more powerful, and…”
“… and?” You echoed demurely, with arms outstretched to welcome her familiar embrace.
The Madam leaned down, enveloping you in her rich perfume and the powerful hold of her arm. Your bare feet no longer touched the snow as she stood to her impressive height, cradling you high above the ground. Up close, her beauty was disarming.
“…and you are my bride.”
She sealed the promise with a deep kiss, at last. You easily surrendered, like many times before, forgetful of the life you’ve left behind; like a glass angel in the deadly claws of the devil.
That’s where you were always fated to be.