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  • theyfeast
    20.10.2021 - 2 days ago

    Tag dump pt 2 ! 

    #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ End of the Hall │ The Thin Man ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ The Maw must survive │ The Lady ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Boots through the undergrowth │ The Hunter ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Etude for A Minor │ The Teacher ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Bottom Feeders │ The Doctor ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ This house of broken ones │ The Bullies ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Little Lost Things │ The Nomes ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ End in Sight │ The Runaway Kid ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ You know nothing; But you will │ The Humpback Girl ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Midnight moon rises on black wings │ Mother Miranda ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Blood cold as ice and a heart made of stone │ Alcina Dimitrescu ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ I get so hungry when you say you love me │ Daniela Dimitrescu ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ A tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before │ Donna Beneviento ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ We ain't got but a hope in hell; Same old lie that you know so well │ Karl Heisenberg ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ A prisoner with no parole; They locked me up and took my soul │ Eveline ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ To force a mirror on a man with no face │ Subject Delta ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ The new gatekeepers of Rapture │ Big Sister ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Never back-talk and never lie; or he'll drop you from the sky │ Songbird ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ The girl is the flame that shall ignite the world │ Elizabeth ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Beside me lay a great man-eating beast │ Trico ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ The past is never really past │ Ziggy Berman ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ I won't let anything pull us apart again │ Cindy Berman ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ I'm still here because of you │ Samantha Fraser ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Turns out i'm a pretty damn good babysitter │ Steve Harrington ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Mornings Are For Coffee And Contemplation │ Jim Hopper ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Friends Don't Lie │ Eleven ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ We Make Our Own Rules │ Max Mayfield ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Everything is a picture waiting to be taken │ Max Caulfield ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ For the first time in years; I really let myself believe │ Alex Chen ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ Survive no matter what │ Dwight Fairfield ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ
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  • vendriin
    20.10.2021 - 3 days ago

    Resident Evil Village (2021)

    #(Stefon voice)​ this game has everything vampires dismembered babies mechanical monster a doll loving recluse fish a boulder punching asshol #i love this game like i love little else #resident evil village #re viii#morimasa sato#isamu hara#tomonori takano #video game edit #video game gif #gothic horror#horror games#dimitrescu castle#house beneviento#spooky#haunted woods#cemetery#goat head#snow#creepy#twisted trees#gravestone#foggy nature#winter#halloween#mountains#dark nature#aesthetic#eastern europe#romania #31 days of halloween
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  • imlezzie
    20.10.2021 - 3 days ago


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  • 16syd
    19.10.2021 - 3 days ago

    Day 19: OC....Thats literally all I draw. So rather than making a new OC or re drawing an OC I figured ill make this day 11 part 2 of self imsert. Part 1/Day 11 is saying Eliza (I never use real name for self insert OC's) is a res 8 self insert 👉🏾👈🏾 and today/Part 2 is just Info dump 😅 I'm hoping to draw her one more time for Blacktober (🙏🏾) and splitting her into 3 (or 2) slots is better than all at once


    I also promised myself that once bt is over to draw her more 😌😌

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  • xbriizx
    19.10.2021 - 3 days ago

    Happy halloween in advanced 🦇🦉🎃

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  • lulubelluleart
    19.10.2021 - 3 days ago

    *realize I never posted it here*

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  • qaz-xec-fouj
    19.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    Daniela, raising her sickle up: Why can't I use this?

    Heisenberg, panicking on his chair with shaving cream all over his face: BECAUSE WE HAVE A RAZOR OVER HERE!

    Daniela, is sad and pouty: But Mother said the sickle is better!


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  • qaz-xec-fouj
    19.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    I made another not-so-original RE8 meme using yet again a Squid Game template.

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  • greycosmos
    18.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    From Whence You Came - Lady Dimitrescu x Female Reader [18+] [2/?]

    Summary: Following Y/N's arrival, the Lady finds that her feathers have been ruffled more than she had expected.

    Cw: Smut, NSFW, Brief mention of blood.

    Word Count: 1912.

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    [PART 1] 


    With parted lips of sanguine, Y/N’s eyes drank in the exuberance that the castle held within its walls. From the outside, she could not have predicted the beauty that lay behind the main door, awe-stricken by the intricate gold adornments and elegant furniture that it boasted. A brief silence occurred, the Lady merely smiling towards the young woman, observing as she grew accustomed to her makeshift home. The snow and ice that had sprinkled Y/N’s clothing had now began the process of thawing out, the water sinking deeply into her clothing and lapping uncomfortably against her cold skin. For once, the survival of House Dimitrescu relied upon a mere mortal and the Lady could not afford another loss.

    A tornado of flies circulated until the corporeal forms of Daniela and Cassandra were born of them, maniacal laughter emanating as they perceived the young woman before them. Without so much as an introduction, the pair flew weightlessly towards her until they closed the space, amused when they witnessed Y/N recoiling lightly in fear and a residual hint of fascination. The blood from the earlier killings still tainted their lips and mouths with scarlet and only fuelled the questions that lurked within Y/N’s mind, though the unfolding scene before her had rendered her speechless and unmoving.

    “You must be the newest replacement,” Daniela squealed, frantically, the eeriness of her voice unlike anything Y/N had heard to date.

    Cassandra grinned sadistically in response, a knowing look thrown in the direction of her sister as she tugged the young woman’s wrist out from the shrouding of her clothing. Y/N’s skin was hued in pink, newly exposed to the slight rise in temperature from the candles that donned the corners of the room. Cassandra simpered as she saw the young woman’s terror pass over her azure orbs, too scared to retract the hand that the latter was now inspecting. Her nose dragged painstakingly along the pale skin, scrunching as she inhaled the scent of her, much to Y/N’s confusion, though she remained completely silent nonetheless.

    “We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Cassandra breathed, threateningly, her exhalation raining down against Y/N’s skin and eliciting goosebumps. “Let’s see how long you last.”

    “Enough!” the Lady ruled, sternly, rousing the attention of her mischievous daughters to which they hastily dispersed, retreating to stand at their mother’s side.

    The Lady cautiously approached Y/N who was visibly shaken by the acts that her daughters had undertaken. Softly, her fingers sought the wrist that Cassandra had tampered with and pulled the material of her knitted jumper down to veil it once more. For a split second, Y/N marvelled at the Lady before her, the act of kindness not lost on the woman, despite the adrenaline that continued to shoot around without relent. She felt the shakiness of her breath rectify itself, her heart beginning a steady pattern for the first time since she had encountered the Dimitrescu’s.

    “My daughters can be a little…excitable,” the woman reasoned, softly, a sincere smile gracing her red lips. “It’s been a while since we’ve had the luxury of a guest.”

    Y/N nodded, understandingly, though the situation was far beyond anything she could fathom. And yet, the fear of the unknown seemed to ebb away when the Lady claimed her gaze, all-encompassing as if she was peering into the depths of her soul. Y/N’s momentary entrancement was short-lived, disturbed by the sound of the Lady’s voice piercing the existing quiet.

    “Come,” the Lady insisted as she gestured towards the staircase, her head craning behind to assure that Y/N was in pursuit of her. "I'll show you to your room."

    The Lady’s heeled shoes clacked rhythmically against the floor underfoot, her strides long as she arrived before the chamber and ducked into the room, which had belonged to the old maiden before Y/N. A set of fresh garments draped neatly over the armchair in the corner, a flickering candle still burning and projecting dark shadows against the far wall. Y/N padded slowly towards the hefty chair, unravelling her scarf before rubbing her hands together and placing them above the little flame to garner some heat.

    “This is where you will stay when your daily duties conclude,” the Lady informed as she approached the young woman, her hands brushing over the outfits that had been left behind by her former maiden. “And this is what you will wear.”

    Y/N sifted through the garments until she identified the correct nightwear, hastily ridding herself of her dampened clothing despite the Lady’s presence. Courteously, the Lady averted her gaze, though she could not prevent herself from stealing a quick peek of Y/N’s body, an audible gulp escaping her. The young woman rotated on her heel and met the woman’s eye line with a distinct tentativeness, words calibrating in her brain until she allowed them free of her lips.

    “And where do you stay, my Lady?” Y/N asked, inquisitively, her voice small yet loaded with blatant intrigue.

    The Lady inwardly mused in response to Y/N’s question, subconsciously kissing her teeth as she stared down at her.

    “So curious, aren’t you?” the Lady noted, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she was attempting to read the woman to no avail. “And you know what they say about that, hm?”

    Y/N shook her head slowly, perplexed by the comment as silence fell upon the quaint room. The Lady merely raised an eyebrow and proceeded towards the door from which she had entered through, ducking again to exit though she lingered for a moment to peer back inside.

    “You should get some rest,” the Lady advised as she reached for the doorknob and prepared to draw the door to a close. “I have no doubt that you will be needing it.”

    Y/N complied with the Lady's suggestion as she climbed quickly into bed, settling herself amongst the sheets, “Yes, my Lady.”

    Upon closing the door, the Lady sought refuge in her chamber, an indecipherable feeling festering inside of her as she rid herself of her hat and gown. As the silk fell to the floor and pooled around her feet, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, daring to trail her fingers across her neck. Arousal clouded her rationale, appearing almost out of nowhere and catching the Lady completely off guard. A shiver danced its way over her skin and procured goosebumps, her nipples pebbling beneath the obstruction of her bra. Her breath hitched lightly, perplexed to see her body react so avidly following a long duration of dormancy. The Lady’s mind whirred with obscene thoughts and images, seemingly finding Y/N in every single scenario that she would concoct, her face imprinted in her mind’s eye.

    Dressed only in her undergarments, the Lady climbed into bed and positioned herself in the centre, the plushness of her pillows resting comfortably beneath her head. Daringly, her fingers sought territories that had remained unexplored for what seemed like forever, venturing below the material of her bra to toy with the stiff peaks of her nipples. A low hum exuded from her at its own accord, her memory jogged by the discomfort of a throbbing feeling that originated and persisted in the South. It was a rare occasion for the Lady to act on mere impulse alone, or to allow herself the luxury of relinquishing control to her bodily urges. However, this time, halting her actions did not even occur to her, completely consumed by the need to feel sated, though in that particular instance she doubted she ever would. With minimal effort, her nipples grew rigid, a tingling sensation finding home there and fast spreading across her entire body until it possessed her.

    Ordinarily, the Lady was painstaking in her endeavours, slow and sensual, but this was an exception in every sense. While one hand plucked and pinched carefully at her nipples, the other drew aimless patterns against her sternum until it lowered, arriving at where she needed it most. The throbbing sensation never let up for a second, only intensifying when she pressed her fingers against her clit in pacification. Of course, it only served such a purpose for a fleeting moment, until her body screamed out for vigorous motion, for pressure. And willingly, the Lady submitted to her carnal urges as she laved her clit with the liquids that had begun to gather against her flesh. The same fantasy played on a continuum in the Lady’s mind, her lips pursed tightly in order to keep her groans of pleasure securely hidden. She thought about Y/N, her knees pressed up against the floor as she gazed adoringly upwards at her, soon to have her mouth thrust between her trembling legs. Her face would glisten with arousal, smiling mindlessly as the Lady bestowed endless praise upon her and gushed in response to her zeal to submit.

    The mere scene had the Lady’s fingers slipping inside of herself, rubbing gently against the wet warmth of the inward walls as she dove deeper. Her breathing was the only thing that could be heard, echoing out into the expansiveness of her bedroom as she wrangled to keep herself somewhat controlled. Despite her best efforts, she could feel her power slipping from her grasp as she clung to the last semblance of it. She grasped harshly at her breasts, massaging carelessly, her fingers thrusting mercilessly as the edge drew nigh, the thought of grinding against Y/N’s face bringing her rapidly towards an orgasm.

    “Such a good girl for me,” the woman groaned, mindlessly, a hand slapping itself over her mouth to prevent anymore accidental moans from falling out.

    At once, the aftermath crashed down and sent her body into spasm. Her pussy dripped languidly as she retracted her fingers, clenching at its own accord in the absence of the prior intrusion. Her thighs jittered involuntarily, a loud exhale escaping her lips as she came down from the ascension that she was sure had occurred. The Lady basked in the silence that existed, her mind still tormented by the images that lingered there. It was no secret that the Lady had allowed herself to be involved with maidens before, but this time she wanted to wait and avoid being so overt with her interest. After all, Y/N was now the only servant of the castle and jeopardising their acquaintanceship was a risk that the woman could not undertake. Instead, she would feign indifference in the hopes that her urges would diminish, though the success of such a tactic was dubious to say the least. And yet, it appeared to be the only viable resolve.

    “Y/N, what are you doing to me?” the Lady questioned, only to be met by the darkness of the room, the wee hours of the morning dawning gradually.

    The Lady tossed and turned for hours thereafter, the sunlight snaking in long before she had found an opportunity to sleep. She scoffed aloud, the hypocrisy of the final words she had uttered to Y/N piercing her memory. The heaviness of fatigue descended with a distinct suddenness, her eyes flickering to a close as she submitted to the slumber that finally claimed her. And even as her mind wandered and dreams edged in and out, her thoughts were not in her favour, merely torturing her until she stirred awake.


    #lady d #lady dimitrescu x reader #Lady Dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #house dimitrescu#resident evil#Re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina x maiden #alcina x reader #lady d x reader
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  • caramel-whiskeys-writing
    18.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    Character Introduction

    In the dark halls of Castle Dimitrescu...

    "Well, well, well. Who is this lovely face?"

    "An outsider Mother. Her blood smells magical."

    "Well, then I guess I'll have to have a taste."

    Main Character: Rosalie Lennox

    Des: 25; DOB: April 4th, 1996 (Aries); Scottish; 5'4; pale skin tone; straight white hair with bangs; pale green eyes, thin build

    Pos/Neg Traits: shy, quiet, skilled, talented, genuine, daring, clever, impatient, very fearful, very emotional, clumsy, blushes easily, overthinker

    Hobbies: singing, piano, magic/witchcraft, cooking, clothing making

    ~ "I'm so sorry, Alcina - I... I should have never left you." ~

    Supporting Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

    ~ "My dear, I'm feeling hungry, and I don't know if I can make it to the cellar.

    May I drink from you?" ~

    Supporting Character: Bela Dimitrescu

    ~ "I'm sorry that my sisters get into a hand full of trouble.

    I'm not sure how you and mother deal with them. "~

    Supporting Character: Cassandra Dimitrescu

    ~ "Gosh, Bela needs to stop thinking that she does the most work around here.

    All she does is read and drink." ~

    Supporting Character: Daniela Dimitrescu

    ~ "While you're out do you mind finding me some fresh prey?

    oh, or maybe some pretty flowers? " ~

    Supporting Character: Mother Miranda

    ~ "Alcina, I hear your new Maiden has grown on you. I also hear that she is quite powerful.

    Do you mind if I meet her?" ~

    Supporting Character: Karl Heisenberg

    ~ "Listen, I know that your best friend is my sweetheart, but you can't threaten me like that." ~

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  • jezebel-benievento999
    18.10.2021 - 5 days ago

    Protection pt.IV (memory)

    Part III


    You and Alcina had been arguing lately when you both found about about your pregnancy. Alcina grabs you arm and pulls you close. “Listen to me pet, this is my castle and I already have three daughters, I don’t need another mess!” She said. You pulled your arm away from here and gave her a glare as tears fell down your face.

    “How could you?!” You yelled at her. “After all we did together, when we first kissed and made love. You even said if anything happens you’ll still love me!” You started to cry. “But no! You’re a hypocrite! A fucking liar! A selfish bitch!” Alcina looks at you for a minute. She has nothing to say. “And I know in my heart you don’t give a shit about me!” You said. “But... you lied.” Alcina places her hand on your shoulder, but you pulled away. “Darling, I’m... really sorry. “ She said, but she sounds like she’ sobbing. You turn to see her eyeliner and tears dripping down.

    “Of course I’ll still love you if anything happens. And our child.” She places a hand over your stomach that is not showing. You smile and embraced her. You can her chin resting on your head. You held her close. “I love you so much, drage mea” She whispered. You cried a bit. “I love you too...”


    Back in the bedroom, you laying down in your undergarments, reading a book about demonology. You smile as you flip a page until you felt hands on your thighs. You slowly set the book down and see Alcina smiling at you. You smiled back. She needs something of course. You can tell when she’s hungry. Your wife is in a black rose design robe. You threw the book to the side like it was a piece of shit (which it is). Alcina climbs on top of you and kisses you hard. You moan as she pulls away. 

    Alcina takes out a wine a bottle, Sangius Virginis. She takes a sip and kisses you passionately. As the first taste meets your tongue with Alcina’s, now you see why she prefers this wine. The taste sends shivers down your spine in a comfort feeling. You can feel the wine dripping down your chin. She’s telling you something but in drop from the wine. Alcina brings you close still kissing you. You have your hand on her wrist feeling some comforting emotion. 

    After a few minutes, you both broke the kiss. Alcina looks at you as she strokes your cheek. “I love you Alcina...” You whispered. Alcina smiles at you. “I love you, draga mea.” She gives you a quick kiss then went down to kiss your neck then your chest, breasts, and stops at your stomach. She slowly licks your stomach. You let out a sigh of pleasure. You slowly get up as your wife sits up. You slowly remove her robe revealing her beautiful naked body. Alcina slowly unhooks your bra and removes your panties. You grab her head and started to tongue kiss her tasting more and more of the wine. Everything is beautiful. The room is lit with candles and moonlight shines down through the window. It’s something mystical. Alcina gently strokes your thigh and gently squeezes them. “Alcina...” You moaned. You wife brings you close and to kiss your more.

    Ya’ll both made passionate love until dawn....


    You wake up and turn to the side and she’s not there until you realized that your wife is dead. She saved you and her family. You hugged your naked body and cried softly to yourself. All of this was a memory. A dream. You lay back back down look at a painting of you and Alcina. That day you were in your black beautiful gothic dress and Alcina was in her black vampire like suit. You remember trying to get one of the maids to paint a picture of ya’ll. You cry more and more. “Alcina...” You said, softly. “I love you...” You slowly got up and put on a black robe (Alcina’s robe.) You went to the crib and picked up Alice who cooed peacefully in your arms. You smiled down at her.

    You at the cathredral (still in the castle) the candles light everything. You smiled as you remember slow dancing with you wife after a few months when she took you in as a maid. She even told you that she you were her favorite, a love one, a wife to her. You smile as you remember she purpose to you in here. You look down at you newborn as you sit down on a bench. The moonlight shine down upon you. You let a sigh. “Don’t be sad, draga mea.” A familiar voice said. You gasped as you turn your head to see Alcina sitting next to you. “Alcina?!” You said. Your wife smiled at you. “I’m not dead darling.” She said. You fell into her arms, crying. “I miss you so much...” You sobbed. Your wife places a kiss on your head and holds you close. You rest your head on her chest, hearing her heart beat. Alcina slowly pulls away and looks down at her daughter in your arms. She slowly takes her and smiles down at her. 

    “My darling, Alice.” Alcina said, stroking her head. Alice cried softly. “Shh...” Your wife cooed. “I’m here darling, no monsters here. I’ll protect you.” Alice stopped crying and looked at your wife. She smiled. Alcina  places a kiss on Alice’s head. “Look at her, love.” You said. “She looks just like you. Your wife looks at the newborn. She has your wife’s hair color and her beautiful golden eyes. “She does...” Alcina whispered. She hands you back the baby and picks you up in her arms. “Let’s go darling. You need some rest. And I promise, I won’t go anywhere.” Alcina kisses you.

    #resident evil village #Lady Dimitrescu #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #alcina dimitrescu x female reader #alcina demitriscu #Alcina x maiden #re8 alcina dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu#house dimitrescu
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  • lelianasbitch
    17.10.2021 - 5 days ago
    #maybe its ethan #maybe its her daughters' chaotic asses again #maybe its heisenberg's hobo fashion #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina x maiden #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu#house dimitrescu#my asks#alcina dimitrescu
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  • greycosmos
    17.10.2021 - 5 days ago

    From Whence You Came - Lady Dimitrescu x Female Reader [1/?]

    Summary: Lady Dimitrescu has her interest piqued after decades of stagnant immortality by a young maiden who appears at Castle Dimitrescu at the perfect time.

    Cw: Mentions of blood, Minor character death.

    Word Count: 2277.

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    [PART 2]


    A bleak winter reigned over the village, every inch of ground smothered in a thick layer of snow. Castle Dimitrescu was well prepared for the fraught weather, warmth emanating from a crackling fire inside, each room adorned with burning candles. Hasty footfalls sounded without respite as maidens tended to their duties, arms laden with hefty logs and fresh taper candles to preserve the heat. The residual scent of smoke hung in the air, only aided by the tobacco that the Lady smoked before the vanity, her bright eyes regarding herself in the mirror before her. Blackness invaded through the large windows beside her, the drapes yet to be drawn as she adjusted her hat and departed in search of the roaring fire.

    A soft smile found home upon the Lady’s lips as she caught sight of the fireplace, her daughters huddled closely around it with their palms outstretched. An orange glow claimed the room in its entirety, the firelight illuminating the gold embellishments that existed upon the surrounding walls. The Lady found refuge in an emerald armchair, a chasm of silence occurring as she inhaled the remnants of the cigarette that was suspended from its holder. Time seemed to hang in the balance as the Lady basked in the quietness until reality infiltrated once more, the tranquility soon lost amongst the footsteps that re-emerged. Gloved hands reached outwards with their sights set on a little silver bell that rested atop the small table beside the Lady, an eerie chime sounding as she shook it. And without a single minute having passed, a young maiden appeared in the doorway, her feet teetering on the threshold as she prepared to receive an order.

    “What can I get for you, my Lady?” the maiden asked, blind fear lurking behind the faux confidence that she had enlisted.

    The Lady turned slowly to acknowledge her, low murmurs exiting from the mouths of her daughters as they bared their teeth in playful provocation of her, just to see the poor woman squirm. Little effort was needed as the woman shuffled nervously in place, her gaze averted from her antagonists and focused tentatively upon the Lady.

    “A bottle of wine,” the Lady replied, stoically, a cautionary glare thrown towards her snickering daughters.

    “And one for us!” Bela exclaimed, high-pitched giggles prevailing as their mother rolled her eyes subtly in dismay.

    The maiden stood quietly, her teeth gnawing at the skin of her lips as she attempted to keep her bewilderment contained. Her eyes found the Lady’s, a silent plea exuding as she waited helplessly for some form of clarification in the knowledge that her daughters tended to bring mischief wherever they went. In fact, they thrived from it.

    “Just one,” the Lady reiterated, earning a sigh of disapproval from Bela as the maiden nodded quickly and left as hastily as she had arrived.

    “But Mother-”

    The Lady held up a lone digit and observed as Bela’s words fizzled out into silence, the sentence failing to reach its conclusion.

    “My precious daughters,” she drawled, the chastising undertones not lost on the three women as they stilled in anticipation. “My wine cellar has never seen such depletion.”

    Sheepish grins instantly plagued their faces, heads bowed lightly in the shame of being caught by their mother. Winter had brought with it the misfortune of a dwindling blood supply, no guests having braved the journey to the castle in recent times in fear of finding death along the way. It was brutal, but no more so than the inevitable fate that would greet them behind the castle doors.

    “We’re sorry, Mother,” the women chanted in unison, a knowing sigh escaping the Lady as she noticed their contrite expressions.

    A sharp pang of empathy shot through the Lady and implanted itself like cadou, blossoming until it infected her in its entirety. Her daughters were her lifeblood and she could not bear the displeasure of watching them go hungry. Silence descended, only to be disturbed by the clamouring of a bottle of Sanguis Virginis perched upon a silver tray. Gently, the maiden set it atop the table for the Lady, before scuttling away to continue the list of duties that had been outlined for her to complete. The Lady paused for a second before lifting the bottle to her rouged lips and sipping at its contents with a satisfied hum. Her moment of pleasure was stymied greatly by the feeling of her daughters eyeing the bottle, guilt enclosing around her as she halted her exertions. An air of contemplation claimed her all of a sudden, her gaze flitting over to regard her daughters once more as that flare of protectiveness erupted once more. All three were gaunt, the Lady having never seen them in such a condition before as the winter began to take its toll, unyielding and unkind.

    “You can have the maiden,” the Lady blurted, conviction wavering within her voice as the decision solidified almost as an afterthought. “But you’d better clean up after yourselves, do you understand?”

    All three pairs of eyes sparkled with unrivalled excitement, their eagerness bursting as they scrambled to their feet and disappeared into levitating swarms of black flies. The sacrifice seemed mindless when the Lady caught a glimpse of her daughter's happiness, though inwardly, she knew that struggle lay ahead. The Lady smiled to herself as she heard them traverse the castle, shrill laughter filling the entire vicinity for the first time in weeks. A series of blood-curdling screams sounded, stifled considerably by the laughter that continued to roar. The Lady readjusted in her chair, her lips occupied again by the wine bottle as she gulped audibly, the atrocities that her daughters were committing soon forgotten as the shrieks ebbed out into an unnerving silence. Of course, the older woman was unfazed, merely enjoying the warmth of the fire lapping against her cool skin. And as she drained the bottle of its dregs, her thirst far from quenched, a fist pummelled against the main door and piqued her interest with immediacy.

    The Lady was suspicious to say the least, midnight long gone by this time. Curiosity seemingly got the better of her, the blood she had just consumed fuelling her with a new lease of life as she dared to creak the door until it was slightly ajar. One citrine orb peered out from the crack, widening when she caught sight of a shivering young woman, snowflakes speckled all over her clothes and face. Tremors held her hostage, her teeth chattering as she stared up at the towering woman, blinking rapidly as she noticed the sheer size of her. The Lady’s gaze flitted to the landscapes beyond her, surveying to see if the woman had made the journey alone and to her surprise, it appeared as though she had. It was a miracle that she had even survived the trek, but by the looks of it, further exposure to the cold was sure to end in grave consequences.

    “Such a small little thing,” the Lady noted as she peered down at the young woman. “How did you end up here of all places?”

    “I came from the stronghold,” the young woman muttered, her voice barely audible due to the obstruction of the shivers that seemed to muffle her. “It was overrun by lycans.”

    The Lady quirked an eyebrow, slightly impressed by the young woman’s survival instincts as she appeared relatively unscathed by the ordeal.

    “I ran,” the woman continued, her breathing uneven. “I kept going until I saw the light from your castle.”

    Lady Dimitrescu nodded slowly, her mind jostling with options as to what to do with the unexpected guest. She studied the young woman intricately, her piercing eyes almost pinning the Lady in place for a moment. It had been some years since the woman had felt a semblance of a spark inside of her, deficient of longing or so she had thought. But when her eyes passed over the paling lips of the woman before her, a powerful intrigue took hold of her and she found herself taken by the beauty and innocence therein.

    “I’m sorry,” the Lady apologised, though her tone was far from contrite. “There is no place for you here.”

    The foreign feeling took the Lady by surprise as she fought avidly against it, frozen until she began to close the door out of terror. Despite the Lady’s unrivalled strength, the young woman dared to place her foot between the threshold, inhibiting the Lady’s plan to cast her back out into the winter night.

    “Please,” the woman begged, her voice on the verge of cracking. “I’ll catch my death out here.”

    A chuckle emanated from behind the door as it slowly swung open once more, the Lady's expression barren of any notable emotion as she took a step towards the woman and caused her to stumble backwards in fright.

    “And what makes you think you’ll be better off inside of this castle?” the Lady mused, her eyebrows raised upwards and her gaze unwavering.

    “I…” the young woman faltered, her mouth agape though words failed to arrive.

    Lady Dimitrescu’s smug smile never left her and for a moment, the young woman began to believe that her request was truly being considered.

    “You are not my responsibility,” the Lady noted, bluntly. “Besides, your naivety won’t survive House Dimitrescu, I can assure that much.”

    And with that, the Lady pressed the door to a close. She did not wait to hear any further protests from the young woman, though she swore she could hear her avid pleas despite the mitigation of the thick door that stood between them. The Lady exhaled loudly as she gathered herself, an air of regret breezing over her as she departed from the main entryway, her sights set on finding her daughters. Within her chest, the ice that enclosed her heart underwent the slightest of thawing, but it was more than could be said for the past several decades. And admittedly, it scared her.

    A long trail of crimson blood led the Lady to her daughters with ease, scampering to their feet when their mother approached. Their eyes grew wide, their mother’s following suit as she acknowledged that the floor was strewn with the bodies of both of the house’s maidens. The Lady grunted angrily, her eyes screwed shut for a second as she fought to keep her anger contained within its confinements.

    “I did not permit this,” the Lady flared, her lips pursed in fury as she cast her gaze over the second maiden, bite marks scattered all over her and a particularly deep one etched atop her jugular.

    Her limbs were lifeless as the Lady examined them, merely flopping to the floor beneath when she released them from her grasp. There was no doubt in her mind that she was dead, her daughters having drained the young maiden of all that she had.

    “She let the fire go out, Mother,” Cassandra growled, her lips and chin still wet with fresh blood as her jaw tightened in defence. “We could have died.”

    The Lady contemplated for a second until she noticed the temperature within the castle walls had in fact plummeted, slowly beginning to mirror that of the outside. She knew that Cassandra was telling the truth, yet it didn’t seem to neutralise the frustration that plagued her. Bela’s hand found itself upon her sister’s shoulder in the hopes of diminishing her anger to no avail as the younger flinched away petulantly and tossed a biting glare.

    “Dispose of them at once,” the Lady ordered, her exasperation evident as the words exited her lips. She watched on intently as her daughters complied without uttering a word, dragging the bodies away as instructed.

    The Lady’s fingers found her temples, massaging lightly as the stress constricted her skull with vigour, her options limited as she realised that the castle lacked any staff at all. Her eyes found the door again, the door which she now prayed would reveal the young woman still awaiting her. The Lady descended the staircase in haste, her breath caught in her throat as she dared to pull open the door once more, an overwhelming sense of relief washing over as she saw the shivering mess of a woman perched upon the doorstep. A shockwave ricocheted down the Lady’s spine as the young woman craned to meet her gaze, her eyes glossed with tears that were bound to freeze over should she be forsaken again. This time, the Lady had no intention of abandoning her.

    “It appears as though a vacancy has been made available,” the Lady informed, her eyes softening lightly as pity began to infiltrate.

    She extended a glove-enclosed hand and offered it towards the minuscule woman, hoping that the gesture would be well received.

    “Alcina Dimitrescu, Lady of the house,” she spoke, a warmth finding home within her when the young woman accepted, despite their less than cordial encounter earlier. “And you are?”

    The young woman held onto the Lady’s hand as if it was her only lifeline, a tiny smile hidden by the thick fabric of her scarf.

    “Y/N,” she introduced, her voice small as she acknowledged the sheer size of the hand in which held her own, her gaze falling to the floor, a combination of shyness and intimidation engulfing her.

    Mindlessly, the Lady lifted the younger’s chin with a sole finger, forcing their eyes to reconnect as she drank in the sight of her.

    “Such a beautiful name,” the Lady purred as she stepped aside to grant the young woman the access to the castle that she had been wanting. “You’d better come inside.”


    #Lady Dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina dimitrescu #tall vampire lady #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #Re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #alcina x maiden #alcina dimitrescu x reader #house dimitrescu#Lady D
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  • lelianasbitch
    17.10.2021 - 5 days ago
    #lady dimitrescu #alcina x maiden #alcina x reader #alcina demitriscu#re8#my asks#dimitrescu daughters#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader
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  • angstyanon0
    17.10.2021 - 5 days ago
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  • qaz-xec-fouj
    17.10.2021 - 5 days ago

    Photo not mine! I got this from Facebook!

    Honestly, the first time I saw Bela Dimitrescu, I thought Amanda Seyfried was the face model and surely I was not the only one although others said Bela resembled Elizabeth Olsen as well.

    I honestly want Jason Momoa as Karl Heisenberg just because--

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  • yellowgem-ecto
    16.10.2021 - 6 days ago

    Decided to turn yellowgem-ecto into a main account so just reposting this fun thing I made for @katd0esart based on the Disaster Girl meme. It was her idea after she’d seen Dani’s facial expression in a screenshot I’d taken, haha! So I had to go back into the game to find a flaming building!

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  • eldritch-blaest
    16.10.2021 - 6 days ago

    Cassandra Dimitrescu in her natural state, aka on the hunt and absolutely feral

    #re8 fanart #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #cassandra dimitrescu#house dimitrescu
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  • imamericasass
    16.10.2021 - 6 days ago

    beginning my bela cosplay ;)

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  • sigulary
    16.10.2021 - 1 week ago

    Commission from August

    Requested by @house-dimitrescu

    For more information about commissions, see here

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