our fav big-bodied matriarch inspired by a vogue cover from august 2, 1930
HELP I'M CHOKING
So I was just wondering which of the Four Lords is the most ethical. Yes, I know they’re all villains, but this is just the dumb kind of shit that I like to think about! In any case, Dimitrescu and Moreau are right out. They both do experiments on live human subjects in addition to their habits of killing and eating people. And so that just leaves Beneviento and Heisenberg. Now we know that Heisenberg probably kills people and definitely experiments on human corpses, but as far as we can tell, he doesn’t experiment on live subjects which gives him a leg up on Alcina and Salvatore! And while we don’t get anything definitive, it is implied that Donna probably kills people... But after rereading the Gardener’s Diary from the game... How Donna probably kills people is real fucked up.
The Duke says that while House Beneviento receives a lot of guests, that none of them return, so they’re definitely dying somehow. So what I think she must be doing is... Pretty much exactly what she did with Ethan. She lures her ‘guests’ in with illusions of their loved ones and then either makes them not want to leave, or has them play one of her ‘games’ which just about always result in the visiting party’s death. Either way, it’s a slow and unpleasant death! And honestly, I don’t know which is less ethical!
I mean, it’s a tough call. Because while Karl does experiments on human subjects, at least they’re already dead. And while he probably kills people, at least he’d probably be quick about. Meanwhile Donna gives people a pretty cruel death, making them see only fanciful illusions of the people they loved before they die, possibly also putting them into some kind of death game. And personally I’d much rather have a quick death than a fearful, long, drawn out one!
Bela ~🤤I will finish Cassandra and Daniela today！
Glasses Maggie part 2 from tonight's stream
Glasses Maggie part 1 from tonight's stream
Characters I Write For~
(As of right now, these are the characters that I can easily write for but I will be adding more to the list)
The Devil Wears Prada
Resident Evil 8: Village
Characters Coming Soon...
American Horror Story
Billie Dean Howard
is it me or does Salvatore seem to be the only one that isn’t in constant pain when he’s in his 2nd form? were as when Lady D and Heisenberg transforms they are in pain. but for salvatore, he seem to be relief in his 2nd form and his 1st original form is the one he’s seem to be really miserable. ?
Lady D: HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY DAUGHTERS!!!!
Ethan: Respectfully ma'am, your daughters are just three swarms of flies in trench coats
I came to Castle Dimitrescu in a desperate attempt at finding income. Back home, far away from here, I was a slave to my parents. I would clean day in and day out, so I figured that once the time came, I would leave to find work elsewhere doing what I do best: cleaning. I just didn’t think it would take me across the continent. When I first came to the small village in Romania, I was expecting something more… modern. To my surprise, it looked like not much had changed since the 1950s. Not that it bothered me much, I preferred the natural, earthy aesthetic it had over modern tech and everything else that comes with living in this era.
I’d heard many things about the Lady of the castle, but the main thing everyone always mentioned was her height. Me, being just above 5 feet, I couldn’t fathom how 9’6” would look in person. I was excited to see her and experience the regality everyone talked about, but what I didn’t realize was how unprepared I actually was.
I start shaking as I begin walking across the drawbridge towards the castle. Is it out of excitement, fear, anxiety, the cold? I don’t think I’ll ever know. I’m greeted by torches and steps that seem to be worn every third step. Was that how long her stride was? I could feel the curiosity begin to well up in my chest and I let out a long sigh, realizing I had been holding my breath. I reach the front door and am about to knock and reach for the lever when I hear giggling from behind the doors getting louder and louder. I take a step back as the door flings open and I’m swarmed by flies that begin to materialize as three women shrouded in black cloaks.
“Ooooh, Mother bought us a new toy,” one coos playfully.
“Or food?” another says as she gets closer and lifts a piece of my hair with a finger and lets it slide off as she walks away, circling me.
“Let’s take her to Mother, I’m sure she will want to know she’s arrived,” the last one says in a playful voice. They all giggle, grab me by the hands and arms as they disperse into their swarm of flies, and carry me through the halls.
I was so alarmed by their ability that I didn’t take time to visually map out the hallways they brought me through. I was just stunned. I couldn’t fathom how it was possible. Before I know it, I’m in what seems to be a guest room with a fireplace for the only source of light other than a few dim lanterns accented with gold.
When my feet reconnect with the ground, I lean forward on my knees to regain my balance and breath. That was as exacerbating as it was thrilling and I needed a moment of composure, but I didn’t get it as I heard one of the girls say, “She has arrived, Mother.” I look to my left where I see a chair turned almost perpendicular to the fireplace next to a regular-sized bed and see a very tall figure rise, her back turned to me. I scramble to stand up straight and regain my composure as quickly as I possibly could before she turns to face me. I’m still attempting to straighten up my skirts when I look up and make eye contact with blue and golden irises. I freeze and try not to let my jaw fall in awe.
She is more stunning than I could’ve ever imagined. Her pale skin draped in an off-white dress, her breasts largely exposed, her lips painted crimson, and her golden eyes embossed with black and pink shades. Her short, black hair is put in perfect curls hidden by a largely brimmed, black sun hat, and her demeanor all catch me off guard. Her height is unfathomable, even as I stand there in person. I imagine I only come up to the top of her hip. We lock eyes and she smiles.
“Well then! If it isn’t Y/N!” Your punctuality is much appreciated,” she states simply, but somehow dramatically at the same time. Her voice has a husky, low, and commanding timbre, which is to be expected given her height.
“Of course, my lady,” I say, finally breaking our eye contact to bow my head with respect, only to glance back up and reconnect our gaze. I see the confidence I could only dream of having. She sets down a crimson and silver wine glass and takes a few intimidating steps towards me.
“Do you recall the job you were offered and the tasks that come with it?” she asked testingly. I open my mouth to respond, but before I can answer, her voice fills the room once more.
“The last person in your position was caught as a thief, I need not go into the details of her punishment. Just know she was immediately… terminated,” she says huskily, and as a clear warning.
“Yes, my lady. As the Grand Chambermaid, I am to keep your chambers and any halls clean, I am to draw your baths, brush your hair, make sure your linens are clean and prepared, and I am to make sure all your daily needs are met,” I say as calmly and professionally as I can. She grins widely, her smile entrancing.
“Wonderful. You are standing in your bedroom, so make yourself comfortable here. Your tasks begin at dusk, learn to defamiliarize yourself with the sun,” she says with heavy command in her voice before she walks towards the door. Her daughters giggle and wave flirtily as they return to their insect swarms and flee from my room. I watch the Lady of the castle follow behind them, then to my surprise, she looks back at me with a grin.
“Oh, and Y/N? Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu,” she says with a chuckle before ducking through the double doors and out of sight. I let out a huge sigh and sit down in the chair she recently occupied. I notice she left her lipstick-stained wine glass on the little table in front of me. I feel the urge to take it to the kitchen for washing, but I decide to leave it till the morning, I need to sleep. Tomorrow is my first big day, and I want to avoid her version of termination at all costs.
So, I decided to draw my comfort characters bc I love them so very much I would die for them
had some spare time to doodle smth rq :]
dream blunt rotation
I'd like to imagine they would vent about about MM and village affairs.