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ctitan98official · 4 months

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Anonymous: How would the village ladies react to their s/o rimming them? (With consent of course)

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Fuck yeah! Also, consent is key, you’re right. I’ll try not to be too graphic, though. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Y'all are gonna hate me, but… I think Alci would be 100% into this. (As long as your mouth game is good).

Alcina strikes me as a sexual person who loves to try new things. She’s also very confident, so you’re not going to be able to get her to be flustered too easily.

You have to work your tongue for a bit to get her excited.

She’s also big so… There’s a lot of surface area to cover.

Penetrate the tip of your tongue inside? She’s a mess.

Donna:

If you ask Donna if you can rim her? Homegirl ain’t gonna know what you mean.

Once you explain it, Donna is fucking embarrassed.

She’s too shy to try this starting out, but as she gains confidence she warms up to the idea.

Donna strikes me as a sub-bottom. You make her beg for it when she finally asks and that alone almost makes her cum.

Donna LOVES it. This turns out to be an excellent reward for when she’s been very good.

Miranda:

Yes. Just, yes.

As long as she commands it? She’s into it.

She’s a power-bottom in my opinion. She loves to be in control, but she wants you to please her.

I don’t think Miranda is as prim and proper as she would have us believe. I think she’s secretly very kinky and experienced.

Miranda is not opposed to you implementing fingers either.

As long as you take your time, she’ll be quite satisfied.

Bela:

Honestly? I’m not too sure for Bela. I think she is much more into being pleasured… In another area to even be concerned with rimming.

However, playing devil’s advocate, she would have to warm up to it.

In my opinion, she is very sensitive to touch. You have to be gentle with her.

I still think she would like it every once in a while and ask for it during sex, but I don’t think this would be her favorite thing.

Cassandra:

At first? Totally against the idea.

But, she soon changes her mind. Cass has incredible stamina during sex, so likes a lot of different things.

She couldn’t get it out of her mind after you asked her and now it’s kind of all she can think about.

After a really good orgasm, she begs you to do it… She doesn’t beg for anybody.

You happily comply and Cass has never cum so fast in her life. She’s very impressed at your skill.

Daniela:

She’s kinky, y'all. She’d be into it.

Dani and you talk all the time about what would make you both happy in the bedroom. Dani surprises you by saying she’d like you to rim her one day.

You blush and your whole face turns red.

Dani laughs and says she trusts you. You suddenly feel very honored.

Dani is vocal during sex anyway, but when you rim her? She’ll be hollering like a hyena, no doubt.

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muffinsin · 6 months

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Ahh thank you for writing the cockwarming request! I look forward to any oneshots you may have brewing about it 👀 I have a kinda cute request this time: i agree the girls have pretty good stamina but what do you think they'd do/think of if they were trying not to cum quickly? I hc they've all at least a few times been so focused on their s/o's pleasure that they've accidentally edged themselves so much that they don't realise how close they are until they go in (all smug and ready to rail their s/o) and then are all "shit shit shit" lol

I’ve enjoyed it a lot! ;) oh this is a fun one! These are all for the sisters being dominant, as them as submissives and holding back would look slightly different ;) Let’s get into it!! :)

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Bela

Whether a dom or a sub, though especially when she is on top, she loves to look after you, sexually

This includes making sure you cum before her

Multiple times even, often

And she’s a very, very sensitive woman. The more she holds herself back, the more sensitive she becomes

When she pushes right in you, and this sensitivity catches up to her, her eyes widen

Oh god

This feels good

She will be still in you, eyes closed as she tries to hold herself back

After a few moments, the overwhelming pleasure is something she can handle,

Although she will still be slightly embarrassed about the precum dripping out of her and how madly she twitches in you during that time

She will still be a little more hectic, bring you to orgasm a little faster than normal, now that she is chasing her own

She’s especially sensitive after you’ve had her mouth on her and will often spend time groping you before pushing in, aware of how close she is

Cassandra

When on top, Cassandra doesn’t come before you unless you aren’t allowed to cum, period

However, her love for pain and teasing you for hours comes with one among many consequences;

She is painfully aroused

The spanks she likes to deliver onto you, whips and cuts, bites, overstimulation or edging, your taste and feel of your skin do nothing but rile her up

And when she pushes herself inside you after teasing you for so long, it feels heavenly

She grits her teeth when she almost comes from this. She would never live it down!

She won’t let you notice how badly she wants it, not by words, although if you pay close enough attention you will see her nipples harden painfully almost, her lip bloodied and her teeth grit. She’d twitch in you and thrust slowly for a few moments

She will still be dangerously close dangerously fast when she begins ramming you properly, but a few slower and deeper thrusts help her regain her composure and focus again. She’s stubborn and won’t cum if she can help it (although there have been times when this stubbornness was tested, especially as a submissive ;) )

When you do cum, she will definitely join in however, either creaming inside of you or pulling out and painting your backside in her cum

Daniela

This one can go two ways;

Daniela is, to her credit, the best at holding back an orgasm. She’s a brat at heart and is all too familiar with edging punishments that taught her to obey and hold back

However, she does have her limits

And when she feels so close, and then pushes in you, it’s very well possible she just collapses, and moans on top of you as she comes. She’d never live it down, she knows this, and it’s an excellent thing to tease her with

She’d blush and smile shyly

On the other hand, as mentioned, she can go for hours and hours and edge herself. She could push into you and feel sensitive and close and simply continue ramming inside of you as though nothing was up

She knows her limits very, very well. The best out of the sisters, and knows exactly when she will orgasm and when she can’t help it

She will focus on bringing you at least one or two more orgasms until she also comes, albeit very very sensitive after, to the point she will barely be able to stand

She is especially sensitive if you’ve had your hands on her, playing with her between her legs or groping her breasts while she takes care of you

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil #resident evil village #anon ask

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caitlynmeow · 4 months

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Did the daughters have an adolescent crisis or like a rebellious phase and how did Alcina deal with it ?

Generally the daughters were a handful and Alcina isn’t going to say otherwise. She did bear three very strong headed daughters and at times she wondered if passing her genes was such a good idea. But this is Alcina, she is warm and affectionate but when the daughter push her far enough, they meet another side of their mother they’d rather not meet a lot. Luckily, her daughters are smart enough not to push that far because mama’s wrath is that last thing they want to evoke and life is much better when their mama is happy with them. Because Alcina is very stern when needed, and her word is law. Whatever she says is going to happen and no amount of tears sway her. So it’s better not that get her to that point and everyone is happy. Though life is not always so perfect. As the daughter got older and were in their teenage years, things did get rocky. Bela didn’t really get into a rebellious phase compared with her sisters. Often, Bela was content being on their mother’s side when it came to a lot of things. She is her mother’s right hand and she took pride in it. Of course, she is only a child still, and at times she got testy and tried to go against her mother. But it doesn’t last long because one look from Alcina is enough to bring her back to the straight and narrow. Bela is a rule follower and she is quickly brought back to sanity when she feels that she has gone too far.

Bela did go through a crisis because she does have a lot on her plate. Between maintaining perfection, managing her sisters (not the easiest task in the world), and being around her mother- the eldest Dimitrescu daughter was prone to breakdowns when things got too much.

Alcina tries to lessen the responsibility, but there are certain things that only Bela is capable of. She knows that the younger two are not as capable or organized as she is. For that, Alcina would remove certain tasks to allow Bela more free time and to just rest. But Bela being who she is, she'd think that her mother sees her less capable/not trusting her and she'd eat at herself for a whole different reason.

There was no winning with Bela. Alcina found that it's best to keep things as they are as Bela's guilt shows and she hates to be the reason for it.

Cassandra- Alcina has always prided herself on being a very patient person who could tolerate a lot from her teenage daughters (but that’s only Bela so it’s fake) Cassandra however proved to be a challenge. Alcina’s second daughter lived off of pushing the limits. While Alcina could give Bela some leeway with some rules, doing so with Cassandra is a big fat no. Cassandra doesn’t listen. She does what she wants when she wants and she thinks if she holds her ground long enough mama is going to relent. Little does she know that her mama can outlast all three sisters without breaking any sweat. Does Cassandra realize this? No. Cassandra also doesn’t take too kindly to hearing ‘no’. Her brain doesn’t process it and she ignores it and does as she pleases. Too bad for her, her mother is not someone who’d let these things go. Unlike her sisters, Cassandra is very sensitive and emotional even when she hides it so well. Alcina is Cassandra’s rock, she is a steady unyielding presence amidst the crashing waves that even she struggles with sometimes. Cassandra is intense and very very stubborn. Her rebellion is a driving force and she is often met with a strong mother who never ever relents. Alcina knows that with Cassandra it’s a waiting game. Rules must be very clear, and consequences even clearer. When her middle daughter gets herself into trouble, she knows exactly what awaits her at the end of that. By far, Cassandra is very challenging because she is always doing the exact opposite of what her mother says. At times, Alcina wondered if she was doing it on purpose to give her mother a hard time or if she was just being an insane teenager. She reasons that it’s the latter, always. Because despite that, Cassandra and she are very close. She reminds herself that her daughter going off the rails for no reason is because she feels secure with her, that no matter how absolutely insane and difficult she is, her mother is always there for her. Alcina also knows that Cassandra is testing her. Her confident strong-willed daughter feels insecure at times. It’s why she pushes and pushes just so that she can confirm that her mother is there. Alcina doesn’t let any of these things slide. She is always there to remind her daughter that she’s there to love her no matter what. Though, no, she is never exempt from punishment because she earned every bit of it. Alcina also knows that Cassandra’s stubbornness and resilience are those of her own. At times, the woman catches herself admiring her daughter before catching herself and remembering that she needs to parent and discipline her wild daughter. Ironically, though it’s no surprise to anyone, Cassandra is the one who ended up grounded the most. She often brings it up, claiming that she’s probably the least favorite because Bela and Daniela didn’t get grounded as much. But Alcina is always there to remind her that it’s her actions that led her to this. And besides, when she’s grounded she spends more time with her mother so the least favorite allegations are not true (she thinks she can use it as a bargaining chip but this doesn’t work with her mother)

Daniela- From a young age, Daniela proved to be independent and confident in herself. Of course, this dependence translated to her thinking she's as old are her sisters and thus should be allowed to do the same things that they do.

Alcina, on her part, often found it hard to deny her youngest anything. Daniela doesn't ask for much, and she's usually soft as a dove.

As she got older, Daniela tried to rebel against the very lax rules that were implemented. But unlike Cassandra, her outbursts are short and she's easily distracted by something else.

Daniela always thought it was unfair. Her sisters only have their mother to deal with, while she has her mother AND Bela. She tries to be like Cassandra, but every time she tries to sneak out she is caught. She is never as stealthy and her plans are never that thoroughly thought out.

This is not to say things were smooth sailing with her. Because like Cassandra, she doesn't take kindly to 'no' and she isn't above throwing a tantrum over things not going her way. But being the youngest, and after Cassandra. Alcina barely bats an eyelash because try as she might, Dani is not as intense as Cassandra and all her attempts at rebellion are tame in comparison (when she was twelve, Cassandra did try to sneak out through the roof of the castle one time using only a rope; she ended up falling and breaking her leg and elbow and while she was at the hospital she had the audacity to ask Alcina if she isn't grounded anymore to which Alcina said 'you're grounded for the next six months' so on top of being broken in several places she managed to extend her punishment this is why Dani is very tame in comparison)

#alcina's gray hairs are a result of dealing with cass #that girl just cannot be contained #she's stubborn and resilient af #so much like her mama this is why alcina wondered if her daughter is going to outlast her but then she remembers who she is and the child i #front of her has YEARS of experience ahead before she's near her level #and she's not afraid to show this side to her three daughters #because as much as she loves them they have to understand that she's in charge #luckily dani backs away quickly when she realizes she's going in too deep #but not cass because she likes a challenge and wants to see how far her mama can go #girly just never learns bless her wayward soul #house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #headcanon #asks

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ferinehuntressmoved · 6 months

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　⸻ [ C ] AITLYN'S VASTAYAN ATTRIBUTES .

While Caitlyn doesn't display the normal attributes of a Vastaya (such as the scales of one of the fishes, ears, or natural fur (as Caitlyn's fur is grafted on by a medical procedure and is not true vastayan breed), she still has attributes that show a bit of Vastaya blood in her but can easily be overlooked. Vastaya in Piltover and Zaun lost much of their natural distinctive appearances such as fur, scales, ears, tails, etc… However, certain traits stuck around because they are useful for predators and prey.

◈　Teeth　[ ⋯ ]　Caitlyn has sharper teeth than that of humans, and her canines overlap on her teeth. Her upper canines are slightly angled outward and her lower canine teeth are angled inward so that they can overlap comfortably when she closes her mouth. Cassandra also has canine teeth like this and knows the importance of how to take care of them. It's not uncommon to find Caitlyn chewing on beef bones or other steak bones that might be on hand. These bones allow for multiple uses and benefits to the teeth. One is that these bones help keep the teeth sharp and filed down, as they are constantly growing. It's why Caitlyn often needs to chew on things. If she doesn't have a bone, it's not odd to see her chewing on pens, hard candy, or some kind of tough leather. the bones also are a form of proper cleaning and dental care, making sure to scrap and clean the teeth just like dental visits would. Of course, Caitlyn naturally brushes her teeth as well, but bone chewing provides dental care at the same time.

one unique thing about Caitlyn's teeth is that they are polyphyodonts. This means that multiple sets of teeth can grow back as needed, and why the teeth are constantly growing and need to be back trimmed. Teeth that fall out, break, or are pulled out, take a few weeks to have replaced as another tooth will grow right back in replacement. While it is not often seen in mammalian vastayas, there are exceptions to the rules.

��　Hands and Feet claws and Pads　[ ⋯ ]　Caitlyn's hands and feet are completely human, she does not have fur or anything growing from them. However, Caitlyn's nails are visibly sharper and more angled as her claws resemble that of a Snow Leopard. Instead of flat nails, the nails curve downward into a sharp point. The keratin in her nails are thicker which means Caitlyn has to have a different kind of nail clipper to keep her nails taken care of. For a long while, Cassandra often had her claws filed back into nails, and manicured in a way to look more human. However, Caitlyn in the last few years has retained her claws, still doing manicures on them, but refusing to lose the sharp tip of them. A similar thing happens with her toenails, which angle downward into sharp claws rather than flat nail beds.

Another attribute that Caitlyn has are the paw pads upon her fingertips, the palm of her hand, and near the base of her thumb, as well as paw pads against the ball of her feet and her heels. These paw pads allow for a greater grip when she is climbing, and for her feet, it also allows greater grip but also provides the ability to walk silently without making a sound. They also increase her balance and stability, absorbing shock and strain that would otherwise hurt her bones. They are highly sensitive as well, and if not blocked can even feel the vibrations against the ground that will alert her of people nearby. It also allows her to navigate her terrain better. More often than not, Caitlyn has been known to wear gloves to hide her pads, as it is not something she likes to have seen. Too often, she gets poked at and made fun of as a child for the paw pads and being a 'funky Piltovan animal.'

◈　Black strip down back　[ ⋯ ]　Much of Caitlyn's back is now a tattoo, reflective of the Snow leopards spots and black strip. Before Jinx's torture and mutilation of her back, Caitlyn had a long back strip that went from her neck down to her rear, which resembled the same strip found on Snow Leopards. However, that strip, when Jinx cut up her back and carved in the word "Sister Stealer" into her back, the mark on her skin was badly damaged. To help preserve her vastaya roots, she had a black strip tattooed over the birth mark strip, to keep it in place and refusal to let it be stripped from her.

#headcanons — we will make a new plan ; we have to try .

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arcanescionmoved · 11 months

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Arachnophobia

Caitlyn had an incident with a couple of kids who thought it would be funny to scare Caitlyn on her birthday. It was her eighth birthday, and of course, her parents set up a huge party, inviting many of the other aristocrats in Piltover with their children. Caitlyn didn't know any of them and didn't know the kids, but she tried to have fun. Opening gifts and saying thank you to everyone. But honestly, she didn't like being around so many people so she went out to the estate gardens to get some air. She was walking along the trees close to the back terrace when she heard some other kids coming out and talking to her. She paid no mind at first but that seemed to have angered them and the next thing she knew, two of the boys had her arms pinned against a tree. A couple of girls were laughing behind them and a fifth kid opened up a box.

Inside were two large tarantulas that they dropped onto her lap. She was left in a screaming fit, kicking and fighting while she was also crying. Course the kids were cruel and laughing, asking why 'Misfit Kiramman can't take a laugh' and 'Why are you so sensitive, it's a present! Don't you say thank you?' The event was highly traumatic. Grayson and Cassandra came running out, at which point Cassandra ended the party immediately and had everyone escorted out of the estate. Grayson had Caitlyn in her arms and took her back to her room, to try and soothe the child. The problem is, the experience was burned into her mind and now she reacts with a sense of flight rather than fight. She will fall into a screaming fit, with a high heart rate and often feeling dizzy and anxious. She will push herself into the farthest part of the room and screams for anyone to get rid of the spider whether it's killing it or getting it outside.

Claustrophobia

When Caitlyn was fifteen, she had snuck out of the house to try and sneak off to Jayce's apartment. She didn't want to be home, it was a stormy night and she just felt lonely and wanted to be with the one person who cared (in her eyes). Using her secret entrance and exit gate, she ran off down the street to find him. Unfortunately, with all the rain and the groundwater had slowly been causing a hole underneath. She took a step and the ground caved underneath her. She fell several feet into the hole. It all happened so fast, as she looked up and tried to climb out. The clouds blocked out all light as she clawed at the side and tried to climb out. It was nearly ten feet deep and very small. It started out with the logic of trying to climb out but soon spiraled.

She started to call out for help, screaming for someone to hear her but with the storm, no one was out walking about at this time of night. It was the first time she truly felt alone, trying to find a way out as she fell into a panic attack that no one was helping her. She had been in that hole for almost five hours, soaking wet, shaking, and cold, and unable to get out. She was rocking herself, humming soft music to try and calm herself down as she finally heard the sounds of her name. It was hard to hear past the ringing and her own humming when she looked up and saw Jayce's face.

Of course, the incident didn't stop her from sneaking out, but the small hole had made her fear very tight spaces, that she can't get out of. Whether that happens to be a hole, a small closed-in room with no windows, or a closet; Caitlyn with fall into a panic, have difficulty breathing, and feel a tightness and shortness in her chest.

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Both situations come with different reactions, where spiders will cause her to have full blow out screaming, flight instinct, and unable to calm down her heart; in tight spaces Caitlyn will become more faint, have difficult breathing, and feel as if she's having a chest is too tight and heavy.

#[muse] caitlyn — headcanons.#me: is this too tragic?#also me: research says its common for someone to have multiple phobias if they have one.#also wanted to tie in why Caitlyn felt like a misfit #like where it came from #so I figured the kids were a perfect reason why she felt distant and disliked #and I looked up sinkholes and they do happen in large urban areas #so Piltover might have a sink or two at times specially on rainy days

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Your detailed content about Skug getting into a relationship with Cassandra Pharos and finally being with someone who isn't an abusive narcissistic codependent psycho who murders people is very very wholesome and makes me feel a warm fuzzy feel, even though I'm not usually remotely interested in shipping-type stuff. Tell me more about that pls

Okay so

First off, Skug and Cassie have a History. They've known each other since before he met Wifey. They're roughly the same age, give or take like fifty years, and they're both from wealthy families, so they moved in the same social circle in 1600s Dublin. He was a very eligible bachelor, and she was a very lovely young lady, so at one point she was very much a potential future Mrs Captain Pleasant.

In another universe, the stars align and Skug is already married by the time he gets the injury that leads him to wifey - he wakes up to Cassie at his bedside and never really looks twice at the young healer quietly doing her job in the background. But in this universe, the stars didn't align, and they just kept missing each other. Skug was on-again-off-again with China, and when he was single Cassie was entertaining another suitor, and then he meets Wifey and it just. Never quite worked out for them.

They are, however, friends, as much as a young lady was able to be friends with a gentleman back then. They enjoy one another's company. He is her One That Got Away, and he knows that, had things worked out differently, he probably would've been very happy with her. When they part, it's on good terms.

So Skug gets married and settles down, and she does the opposite; she travels the world.

They don't see that much of each other for the next century. Maybe once or twice, they happen to run into one another in various locations around the world, and manage to make time to quickly catch up. But they're not Involved in each other's lives anymore.

She does have a few visions of him, though. She knows he'll survive this battle, glimpses him taking an injury in that one. Nothing too major, up until he dies. She's halfway around the world and powerless to help him, but she feels him die. She sees it in a nightmare and when she wakes she just knows it was real, knows it in her bones. That one, she never forgets, and she's still easily upset by visions of Skug dying in canon - her hands shake for a good while after she sees Darky take him apart.

She hears later that he's come back to life, and she writes to him. Between the resurrection and the end of the Vile years, she doesn't get a response. He's in a really dark place, and keeping up with old friends has stopped mattering in favour of revenge, revenge, revenge. After the Vile years, he does write back to her, but with the war wrapping up he's trying to get Serpine taken out before he can sign the Truce, so they don't actually see each other until the war is over.

They're reintroduced circa the 1950s/1960s, when Finbar is a teenager and needs a Sensitive mentor. He finds his way to Cassie, and she ends up back in Skug's life through him. They've both changed a lot. He's now contracting for the Sanctuary, and she opposes the Sanctuary on a fundamental level. They're both a bit broken, a bit fragile.

For a long time, they're sort of. Just barely in each other's orbit. She lives her life and he lives his, but she'll contact him whenever she has a vision he might find useful, and every couple years just to see how he's doing. He introduces her to Gordon. She has offered him Sensitive therapy, and he's politely but firmly declined. He's pulled strings a few times to get her off with a slap on the wrist, during her anti-establishment activist phase. They're not Close, but they're involved with each other.

It starts to get romo after Dark Days and into Mortal Coil. Skug is struggling, badly. His year of torture at the hands of the Faceless Ones has reawoken Lord Vile, and Wreath wants to make Valkyrie the new Death Bringer, and it's all just a bit too much. He cracked in that other dimension, and now he's fighting just to not fall apart. He's alright during the "day", mostly - as in, the time he spends with Val, working - but when he takes her home to sleep in her own bed and has hours of being alone with his thoughts stretched out in front of him, he starts to struggle to keep his grip on reality. He'll often spend hours just mindlessly driving, to try and give himself something, anything, to focus on.

One night, his mindless drive takes him to her cottage, and he ends up on her doorstep. She's already dressed for bed when he knocks, and when she asks him what he needs, he doesn't even know. Skug has never had the opportunity to heal from any of his trauma. The man is an emotional open wound. His instincts - shut down, repress, protect yourself, keep moving - are at war with what he badly wants - seek comfort, feel safe, be understood. This is the kind of support he used to get from his wife, and it's been a long time since he needed it this badly.

Cassie, to her credit, rises to this challenge admirably. She brings him inside, sits him down, coaxes two years' worth of agony and terror and despair out of him in awkward, disjointed fragments, because he doesn't even have the terminology for some of the shit he's feeling. She doesn't blame him, or tell him he deserved it, or gaslight him - which is what he's grown used to getting from everyone around him about Serpine since he died in the first place. She listens, and she comforts him, and when he's exhausted himself telling her everything he remembers, she makes up her couch for him to sleep on, because he's in no state to be driving.

After this, something breaks between them. She's found a shortcut through some of the walls he put up. They start to get closer.

And like, this is all happening right in front of Val. It's not like he ever hides it from her. They'll stop for her to have a lunch break, and he'll often step away to take a phone call - that's Cassie calling to ask how his day is going. When Val stays over, she'll often hear him talking quietly to someone in the other room while she's falling asleep - Cassie again. He'll sometimes ask her to recommend somewhere that does nice Chinese takeout, or something - because after he drops her home, he'll pick up food for Cassie and head over there to spend time with her. Val just...doesn't notice. Because it's not about her.

So she misses that Skug brightens up as soon as visiting Cassie is mentioned. She misses that Cassie calls him pet names, when she doesn't do that with anyone else. She misses that sometimes when he has Cassie on speaker, she says something that's. Clearly flirting, or has to be warned not to say whatever she was about to say.

When Val leaves for America, Skug doesn't handle it well. His house is suddenly very quiet and very empty, his life is suddenly very lonely, his work is suddenly a lot less enjoyable without his partner. He starts avoiding the place, without really realising it. Cassie's hobbit house is comfy and lived-in and welcoming, where everything about his own place that's those things just reminds him of Val. She's quite happy to have the company, and he knows where the spare key is kept - he can come and go as he pleases.

But. He's been pretty careful about their...whatever this is. He lost Wifey because she was used to get to him. Vengeous and Serpine both tried the same shit with Val. Cassie is a civilian - he's not putting her in danger if he can help it. It's not common knowledge that there is a thing between them, and he likes it that way.

She survives the Night of Knives by pure luck. He's not supposed to be there that night, they don't have plans. But she's in a thirsty kind of mood, and his facade has had some recent upgrades she wants to test out, so she bootycalls him. Skug is an old soldier; he wakes up if a butterfly sneezes in Siberia, so he hears the bathroom window slide open, hears the faint creak of the dodgy floorboard in the hall. And a would-be assassin who's expecting a lone female noncombatant is no match for a trained special forces fighter with the element of surprise.

Cassie becomes very anxious after this though. She's very aware that she just had a very narrow brush with death. If he hadn't been there she would have been killed. She jumps at small noises and calls him home from work more than once thinking there's someone in the house. It's upsetting and it makes life difficult. So at that point, the sensible thing to do is make him a permanent fixture; she asks him to move in. And Val still hasn't come back, so he does.

He still has his own place by the time she returns from America, but. For all intents and purposes he lives at Cassie's. He doesn't spend a lot of time at his own house anymore.

I think most of these also come from my chats with @thats-so-craven ?

#skulduggery pleasant #cassdug #sp handbook #sp headcanons

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ferinehuntress · 6 months

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― [ C ] AITLYN'S VASTAYAN ATTRIBUTES .

◈　Hands and Feet claws and Pads　[ ⋯ ]　Caitlyn's hands and feet are completely human, she does not have fur or anything growing from them. However, Caitlyn's nails are visibly sharper and more angled as her claws resemble that of a Snow Leopard. Instead of flat nails, the nails curve downward into a sharp point. The keratin in her nails are thicker which means Caitlyn has to have a different kind of nail clipper to keep her nails taken care of. For a long while, Cassandra often had her claws filed back into nails, and manicured in a way to look more human. However, Caitlyn in the last few years has retained her claws, still doing manicures on them, but refusing to lose the sharp tip of them. A similar thing happens with her toenails, which angle downward into sharp claws rather than flat nail beds.

#[ caitlyn headcanons ] — we will make a new plan ; we have to try .

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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RE8 Ladies + S/o with chronic pain HCs

Type/cause of chronic pain is kept ambiguous, but some of the hcs might seem geared towards migraines, since that's the main thing that I personally struggle with (and these are very definitely comfort hcs). Features Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Donna, Mother Miranda, and as a 'lil bonus Ava. Not particularly long, but the combined length of every character is enough to be put under a read-more (About 2,500 words in total).

Alcina:

It’s difficult for her to know that you are suffering, but be unable to deal directly with the source of the problem. Chasing off unwanted nuisances or hunting down threats to the castle was one thing, trying to solve complicated medical issues was another thing entirely. If only she could tear your condition asunder without tearing you asunder.

That being said, she’ll still support you endlessly, however she can. It doesn’t matter how expensive or hard-to-access possible treatments are. If there’s something you haven’t tried, and are interested in trying, she’ll find a way for you to get it.

The biggest, and arguably most helpful, thing that she does is set up a space for you within her office. She spends quite a lot of time there for her family’s business, but doesn’t want to leave you alone on bad days. So this was her idea of a nice compromise.

There’s a very comfortable sofa that folds out, a cabinet filled with the softest blankets, and several pillows of a few different sizes. Servants are instructed not to interrupt Alcina’s work without good reason, but she has a couple who ensure your snack cabinet is always well stocked.

If there are certain environmental factors to your condition, such as sensitivity to light and sound, she does her best to reduce their effects. Lights remain dimmed (or she’ll rely on candlelight), her music will be kept quiet enough to be soothing, and she’ll refrain from taking any calls while you are with her.

Bela:

To think that Daniela once tried to claim that Bela would “never need to know any of that (medical) stuff”! Sure, there haven’t been many people who have needed (and received) treatment from her, but that didn’t mean the skill was useless. Admittedly, she doesn’t know enough to replace one of your doctors, or try to create her own version of a cure, though no one really expected that much from her.

Still, she knows enough to help soothe your pain. Obviously there are different techniques for different kinds of pain, and she does research before trying anything specific. Bela’s also aware that you’ve been dealing with this for far longer than she has, meaning that you probably wouldn’t be pleased if she came in, acted like an expert, or assumed that you hadn’t really thought about the most popular remedies. So she’s tactful with how she approaches things, always checking if you’re familiar with a subject before she tries to explain anything.

Bela ends up surprising you with a lesser-known skill of hers: Massage. Studying anatomy has given her a decent idea of the body’s more sensitive spots, and the rest she’s figured out through her own, ahem, experiences. Regardless of where you’re in pain, your girlfriend can help reduce your suffering. Okay, well, if your pain is more internal than external, it’s a bit harder for her, but she can still help you relax.

One of her favorite things to do after giving you a massage is to just pull you in close for some cuddling. Preferably you’ll be in her lap, with her arms around your waist, her chin tucked on top of your shoulder. Then she’ll do her best to whisper you praises, reminding you how strong you are, and that she’s incredibly proud of you.

Cassandra:

She’s, uh, not great at this. At least not at first. Maybe she’ll never be more than good at it, though. But she’s definitely trying! And learning! By Jove, that’s something, right?

First things first, she��s always ready to try to distract you, primarily through kisses and gentle touches. Fingers softly trailing over your skin, lips tickling your neck, featherlight in all the right places… It’s not inherently sexual (though it can quickly go that route if you ask), just intimate. It’s harder for your brain to process pain when you’re also processing pleasure, so there is some science behind Cassandra’s methods, even if she herself isn’t entirely aware of that.

While she’s not great with words, there are certain things that she manages to articulate well enough. For one, she makes sure you know that you aren’t a burden. Taking care of you- no, helping you take care of yourself- is a labor of love, if a labor at all. More than that, she knows full well that you probably don’t like feeling pitied, or coddled. That, over time, being sick ends up being beyond frustrating. She never wants you to feel like your condition defines you, or like it puts any strain on your relationship.

That said, she’ll avoid telling her family any specifics unless you do first, and ensures that the staff know how to accommodate you (without telling them why, because it’s none of their fucking business, and she’s their boss, and for fuck’s sake it’s their job to do what she tells them. Maybe she gets a lil bit overzealous with it). At no point will she ever complain about helping you, or otherwise indicate that your needs are “troublesome”.

At the end of the day, the best comfort she brings you is her presence, simply being near you, endlessly loyal, tireless in her affections. Especially considering she gets clingier the worse your symptoms get.

Daniela:

Hope you enjoy cuddling. Seriously. There’s nothing Daniela loves more than curling up with you, and that goes double for bad pain days. Some adjustments will be made position-wise if you need, but she’ll still hold you as close as possible, for as long as you need. Although she might eventually fall asleep (because damn are you comfy), she’ll play with your hair or run her fingers along your scalp until she eventually dozes off.

If you want a little more from her than light snoring, or if she feels like going above and beyond, or honestly just if she’s thinking about how much she loves you (so all the effing time), she’ll do something she’s always loved in movies/books: Reading to you! She’ll pick special books that neither of you have read before, so you can experience them together on your sick(er) days. Which does, of course, mean that it might take months to finish even a single one. Surprisingly, Daniela won’t even briefly consider reading any without you. Even if the plot is really good.

But, uh, if you wanted her to read to you on a day where you aren’t bedridden? Hell yes, my friend, she’s absolutely down for that!

On days where she’s too busy to spend hours upon hours in bed with you, or days where her ADHD is just particularly bad, she tries her best to leave you with a “substitute”. AKA a massive fucking teddy bear, in a reddish brown color, with a green bowtie. Custom ordered (The Duke did not dare tease her for it). There’s a heart stitched onto the stuffed animal’s chest, which features your first initial alongside a D for Daniela.

Additionally, she has a blanket she only brings out for you, which she periodically sprays with her favorite perfume. That way you can hold it close when she’s not around, as if you were cuddling her. For her sake, though, don’t hold the teddy bear or blanket too tightly when she is around. Homegirl here will get jealous of inanimate objects, even ones that she gave you.

Donna:

“I think I have a tea for this…” Damn right she has a tea for this. Donna has a massive garden, with dozens if not hundreds of different plants, including a variety of herbs/spices. At least one of them has to be a little helpful for you. Whether it relieves pain, helps you nap off some of your misery, or just distracts you by tasting bloody-well delicious! Besides, few things make you feel quite as loved as holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hands, knowing your lover made it just for you. Like a hug in a mug, it is!

Similarly to Alcina, Donna will also try to create a comfortable space for you, but isn’t likely to put it downstairs with her workshop. Instead she’ll let you take over one of the larger guest rooms, customizing it to suit your specific needs. There will be some easy to care for plants for decoration (ones that won’t mind potentially missing out on natural sunlight), a couple relaxing paintings, and a shelf near the bed with things to help you pass the time, mainly books.

Furthermore, she’ll do her best to keep you company as often as possible. She’s naturally a fairly quiet person, so you won’t have to worry about sound if that’s something you’re sensitive to. While she prefers using a sewing machine, she’ll do things by hand while you’re in pain, just to reduce the chances of you getting irritated by the sound.

Speaking of potentially irritating sounds… by god can Angie be difficult to be around when you’re ill. Thankfully, Donna is perfectly understanding of this, and, as the only person Angie ever listens to, makes sure to give the doll a stern talking to about your health. To your immense surprise, it actually works. You’re not exactly sure what was said, but Angie certainly becomes a lot more compensating afterwards. She’ll keep her antics to herself, and usually even on another side of the house from where you rest, but only for as long as you’re tucked away in your room. As soon as you set foot outside, her restraints are metaphorically removed. All hell breaks loose (as is her universe-given right as the physical embodiment of both Chaos and Entropy).

Mother Miranda:

If the two of you weren’t lovers, there’s a decent chance you would completely misinterpret her actions. She might come off as irritated, like she has bigger concerns than your health, you fragile little human. After all, she is a goddess (well, practically). But the truth is that she’s aching inside every time you have a bad pain day, knowing that (for once) she cannot cure your ailment. Maybe if she had infinite subjects with the same condition as you…

But, at the end of the day, that’s the problem. There’s only one of you. One of her beloved, her little human darling, so dangerously fragile in comparison to the scale she works on. Even with all the time in the world, which she most certainly has, she cannot cure you without taking incredible risks. With your life at stake… It is a gamble she refuses to take. You are hers, and while she hates to see you suffer, the truth is that she’ll always be selfish enough to let you endure on your own.

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t help, though, just that she doesn't do a full-out experiment on you. Instead, she keeps notes. She’ll track your activities, bedtimes/when you get up, dietary habits, when you have pain, what you do to treat said pain, how effective the treatments are, etc, etc. All of this can be very useful in establishing patterns (a skill she’s gotten very good at, in her many decades of being a scientist), which can in turn lead to less pain days.

(For example, many people with migraines find that certain foods seem to trigger a migraine, or at least increase the chances of getting one. Though admittedly they don’t always end up cutting the food out of their diet. I mean, come on, you want me to give up chocolate? You want me to drink normal milk, like an adult? Kidding, kidding, I don’t have any food triggers. Nor do I particularly enjoy chocolate milk, nor do I dislike it.)

Moving on! While her work seemingly takes precedence over your condition, Miranda is not heartless, and she does do some things to lend you more direct comfort. Specifically, she tries to work in the same room as you when she can, normally while making electronic copies of physical documents, or while looking over the details of a finished experiment. She’s not always one for cuddling, so she won’t often get in bed with you during the daytime. But at night? Yes, fine, she will wrap her arms around you, maybe one of her wings too if you like how soft they are.

Just don’t think that she secretly loves every second. It’s not like she’ll spend half an hour whispering about how sweet and adorable you are as soon as you fall asleep, or anything like that. It’s twenty minutes at the most.

Bonus!Avaskian Caldwell:

“Oh, fuckin’ mood!” Followed by a solid thirty seconds of pure regret. Seriously, though, Ava has spent xer entire life (starting at age 10) dealing with chronic migraines. For a while xe also dealt with POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), which meant lots of chest pain, but that (thankfully) faded as xe grew into an adult, as is fairly common with the condition. If anyone in Castle Dimitrescu understands unrelenting, unexplainable pain, it’s xer.

That being said… Ava never really managed xer chronic pain, at least not when xe was at xer worst. Xe had to drop out of school because of it. Hell, xe didn’t have a “real” job until xe was almost 23! Didn’t have a chance until things just calmed down for xer. So xe gets anxious whenever you talk about your health, worried that things are (or will at some point be) as bad for you as they were for xer. Other than that, though, you might initially think that xe doesn’t care, or didn’t understand the conversation.

Truth is, xe knows how absolutely fucking ANNOYING it can be to have to explain your health to every new person you meet (like the dozen different doctors you’ve met over the years, possibly every nurse who takes your pulse and thinks it’s a little bit high). So xe did a shit ton of research on your condition, in order to reduce how much you need to explain. Sure, xe will still have questions, and there are always aspects that only you can tell xer, but it’s a nice gesture.

As for helping you destress, xe’s pretty much a mix of Bela and Miranda. You’ll get plenty of massages (because Ava has learned from personal experience what sort of touches help with which sorts of pain), but also some scientific insight on any noticeable patterns. Lots of holding you close and telling you that you’re the coolest person in the world, and that Ava feels beyond lucky to have you.

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #oc x reader #avaskian caldwell #j has ocs #re8 village #resident evil: village #hcs

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tumblingdowntheway2019 · 3 years

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I was thinking a couple of days ago, Lady Dimitriscu has no problem picking up people due to her height and strength. So here is how I'd imagine each character would react to being picked up. Consider this a wholesome head canon for Mama/Big Sister Lady Dimitriscu! 🤗

The Dimitriscu Daughters -

Honestly, she has no problem on how they get carried around. Being a mother to three (3) daughters taught her that they all have their own traits and personalities, but the one thing that always makes her heart swell with joy is seeing her little insects happy. Here's how they typically get carried around.

Bela Dimitriscu -

Being the oldest of the three (3) daughters, she usually has to make sure she sets an example for her other sisters. Seeing as how Bela tries her best to make her mother happy, nothing beats ending the day than a simple piggyback ride. She gets so tired, it doesn't surprise Lady Dimitriscu that her eldest just falls asleep like that.

Cassandra Dimitriscu -

Ahhh the middle child of the Dimitriscu Family. She is a bit more childish than Bela, however she can sometimes be found being carried around like a doll at times.

One moment, she'll be resting on her mother's hip, another time can be a piggyback ride, and nine (9) times out of ten (10), she'll be held at the tucked under her mother's arm at the waist. She'll just hang there pretty casually.

All depends what mood she is in.

Daniela Dimitriscu -

You really never know with this hyperactive woman. She'll ask her mother to flex her arm, before suddenly grabbing onto it so she could hang there. Sometimes Fireman's carry.

Another time she was spotted being held by the ankles, upside down at her mother's back because she was acting like a bat. (Much to her mother's and sister's amusement.)

Another time, Daniela asked her mother to flex, she sat on Lady Dimitriscu's arm just to take her hat before pointing at what direction they should go. Mimicking her mother is a common thing to see here.

All three (3) Daughters at once -

Lady Dimitriscu never complained about carrying them around the castle. Her daughters are happy and that's all she ever asks for. Even if they all swarm her at once and form back last second to do so.

Oh how the Mighty Dragon loves her Trio of Bats.

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Salvatore Moreau -

This guy is just happy for some interaction with someone. But he is always anxious about it.

His excitement can occasionally cause him to throw up, but thankfully he warns her in time before doing so, so no accidents yet.

His back being sensitive means that the most comfortable way of being carried around is either by piggyback, or being held from under his arms.

Moreau rarely gets carried, he does mainly on his good days, but he generously returns the offer when the Dimitriscu Family are in the reservoir by pulling along a boat for them or using his mutated form as a means of having some fun swimming with the family.

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Karl Heisenberg -

Scruff of the neck, no hesitation or questions about it. Whenever Lady Dimitriscu and Heisenberg get into an argument, she would just pick him up by the back of his shirt and lift him up to eye level.

Doesn't stop him arguing back, however. A quick turn of her wrist and he would have his back to her. Or just so she can grab his belt and throw him somewhere. Hammer and all!

On a good day however, Lady Dimitriscu would carry him from under his arms and help him reach for something, he doesn't complain much about it really. He acts like a little pup at times if grabbed from the scruff of his neck.

Heisenberg occasionally gets carried around, but more so in arguments than anything else.

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Angie Beneviento -

Another Daniela actually. Angie would use her small size to sneak up to the tall lady and climb up her dress.

Aim of the game, make it to the hat. It is usually all for naught however, as Lady Dimitriscu always nabs her before she even reached her shoulders. She should really try and giggle discreetly.

The Doll would often team up with one of the Dimitriscu Daughters for a surprise attack on The Dragon Mother.

Other days, she would openly be seen sitting and dangling her legs from Lady Dimitriscu's shoulder. Occasionally whispering in her ear or saying what Donna needed and wanted to say.

Lady Dimitriscu will ALWAYS know when the little doll is hiding under her hat and peaking out from under it. Angie had never lost her hat yet when doing this, so why stop it? Beside, she has plenty more where that came from.

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Donna Beneviento -

This one was a work in progress really. The poor Dollmaker has Agoraphobia, the fear of leaving her safe space (her home) and the anxiety to go with it. It took Lady Dimitriscu a good while just to have her come over and visit the castle. Never forced, just extending the invitation every once in a while. Happiness swelled within Lady Dimitriscu when the Dollmaker finally gave a nod to accept.

Donna had often seen Lady Dimitriscu carry around her daughters in the castle. The Lady of the Castle was so different from the stern and strong woman she had often seen in meetings and debates. In front of her was a mother who has no hesitation to instantly drop the act in a heartbeat and be with her Little Bats.

It made Donna sad really. She barely remembered the times she was carried around by her parents and sister. Ever since they died, all her time was in isolation with her dolls.

Then one day, Lady Dimitriscu noticed Donna in the library, having some difficulty reaching a book she spotted and no Angie in sight. Donna accepted her help but was too nervous to speak to the older woman.

"May I just lift you up so you can take the book you want?" Lady Dimitriscu patiently asked with a soft smile, her usual pose more relaxed yet elegant as always.

She can see Donna's nervousness from under the veil, before the Dollmaker hesitantly lifts her arms up. And gently she was lifted to grab that book on herbal medicines and local flowers, before Lady Dimitriscu sets her down again. Before she leaves, Lady Dimitriscu felt a tug at her dress, turning to see Donna reach up again.

"You wished to be carried?" She asked, chuckling.

Donna almost regretted asking when she saw the tall woman chuckle. Embarrassed, she was going to dismiss the idea before suddenly she was swooped up onto the taller woman's shoulder, Donna clinging onto her head in surprise. The older woman chuckled before assuring her that it was ok. It is what family does after all.

She then comforts and assures the now crying Donna that it was true. She was crying from happiness.

Now, Donna is like another Bela, either on Lady Dimitriscu's shoulder or a piggyback. Most days, when they are alone and at Donna's own pace, she can be seen without the veil and occasionally with Lady Dimitriscu's hat on in it's stead.

And they have conversations too, not always long, never forced, used to be one-sided with silent answers. But how delighted she was and proud when she finally heard Donna quietly say, "thank you."

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And there you have it. Donna's ended up being more of a little story but I felt it necessary to explain how it comes about.

And that's my Head Canon for Lady Dimitriscu carrying her family around. Hope you enjoyed it. 💕🤗💕

If you wish to use these ideas then feel free to do so. All I ask is to be tagged and credited for the idea.

Hope you all have a great day! 💪😎💕

#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #headcanon #lady dimitrescu #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #angie beneviento #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #wholesome

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achillieus · 3 years

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we’re fools. (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, mentions of depression, angst, bucky is a cocky bitch, but bucky also needs a hug

(other parts) (masterlist)

part 1/3:

It’s December, his sophomore year of college and Bucky’s watching you again. From afar, always from afar. He’s scared if he goes near, something will give him away and you’ll laugh at him. He doesn’t remember when his fixation started but he’s certain it’ll pass. A load of girls on campus like him. Sometimes he thinks he likes some of them back. But not you. Bucky doesn’t like you. He’s beyond you. (Actually, you’re beyond him. He would never admit that.) He watches you and notices how your fringe has grown the last few weeks and how a few strands are falling down your eyes. You brush them away and keep writing your essay. He decides it’d be better if he started writing his too. You’re a year younger but he knows you’ll probably get a higher score than him anyway. You’re good with words, he has noticed.

It’s March, your freshman year and you breathe out. You’re leaving the library, arms wrapped around books about Hamlet and Shakespeare, when you see him. Lately he seems to be everywhere you are. It’s getting annoying. You promise yourself you won’t stare at him again, but you cheat a few times. He’s wearing one of his overpriced shirts and he smiles at a sophomore girl. You know Bucky Barnes. You’d known him even if you didn’t want to. Because everybody does. Because that’s who he is. Everything you dislike about the world distilled into one label-whoring, conceited, 5′11″ tall boy. And everybody seems to be smitten with him.

He comes to you first.

“It’s destiny, Y/N,” he says, a smug look on his face, “third time I bump into you today.”

You tense. This is new. Usually, you don’t talk to each other if not for arguing in Romance Literature class. It’s one of the two classes you share.

“I must be very lucky.” Bucky chuckles and it’s somewhat engaging because he hasn’t given you a smile since the first day you met him.

“Admission office is on the left, doll”.

You had thought he was nice then. And beautiful. God, he was so beautiful. Please, he’s not. He’s an arrogant smartass. And now he’s standing here and for some seconds he laughs and you can see the dimples in his cheeks. You blink.

His light eyes divert to the books you’re holding.

“Try not to have too much fun.”

He mocks and walks away.

It’s July, end of sophomore year and Bucky joins a summer book club. (He doesn’t tell anyone. He enjoys his facade.) Every morning he grabs an iced latte and a butter croissant and he goes to the meetings. He reads a lot. And he loves it. It helps him feel. It’s a getaway. Bucky always stands proud and tall, trying to hide how easily he can be torn.

Running one finger along the starched collar of his shirt, he reads quietly and he considers the ever-changing art of literature; words and metaphors that allow him to imagine entire worlds and fathom his own sensitivities. He almost feels vulnerable. He decides that reading together with another person is an intimate act and he’s thankful he doesn’t really have any interest in anyone in the club.

But then it’s Monday and his teenage dream walks in, hair falling gracefully your shoulders, Gone with The Wind in your left hand. And it could have been the sun gleaming through the windows, but Bucky swears his whole being flickers. In a way or another he always responds to your presence.

You sit two rows behind of him and when he involuntary turns to you, you look surprised and yet you smile.

He tries to avoid you and he’s good at it, until someone decides it’d be fun to present the next book in groups. You’re the only two without a friend there and you end up paired together.

“I don’t like this.” he says.

“Oh, I know.” you whisper.

You spend an evening in his dorm, discussing the author and the plot holes. At first, he talks a lot, trying to impress you. But then he lays on his back, listening to the summer rain outside and you reading out loud. Regardless of what you feel for each other, he thinks it’s a beautiful sound.

Next morning, he buys two butter croissants instead of one.

It’s October, your sophomore year and you’re not exactly friends. Or enemies. Bucky has stopped teasing you and you think it’s because of your days in the book club. Actually, it’s because he’s dating Natasha Romanoff now and he promised he’d be kinder.

You realize sooner or later and you say it’s obvious you don’t care. (Who is it obvious to?) The girl is pretty, clever and vibrant and she’s a good person. You like her. You just can’t figure out what she sees in Bucky.

It’s January, his junior year and he’s not doing well. He knows it’s his fault (he always loved half-heartedly) and that makes the hurting worse. It’s guilt driven. He tries to get Nat back but she’s not ready. And it’s awful because nobody warned him and he didn’t know; it’s hard to feel lovable after a break up. He desperately needs a distraction. He pushes himself past his breaking point. Carves his grades into the back of his neck. Devours facts and theorems. Almost joins the football team for extra credit. But to be honest he’s never been that much into sports. Debate team, it is.

That’s where he truly learns to despise you. Who do you think you are? The proud jaw, those smart eyes, your feet planted on the ground as if the world’s wisdom belongs to you. You’re at your best while he’s at his lowest point.

He watches you and then he watches himself.

“Your last argument was weak,” you say, raising your eyebrows, “you should concentrate more.”

Bucky bites his lip in frustration.

“You’re not the boss around here.” He says, crossing his arms in his chest, “You may think you are, but you’re not.”

(Technically she is, Bucky. She’s the captain of the team.)

“Don’t start again.” You sigh. “I just want us to win next week.”

He rolls his eyes at you. He would never admit it out loud but a part of him is enjoying this. Feuding with Y/N feels natural. It reminds him of who he is. And he feeds on that.

He takes a step towards you.

“Of course, so you can take all the credit.”

You just stare at him. Sometimes you don’t understand what Bucky is trying to prove. That he’s better? Or that you’re worse? You hate it. How quickly he can make you lose your temper.

(How quickly he can exhilarate you.)

“If you don’t like the team,” you tilt your chin up to meet his gaze, “you’re free to leave.”

Bucky laughs. This is how you are. This is how you will always be. Both strong, you just, him lost.

“You need me to win, Y/N,” he sets his shoulders back and smirks, “I’m good at this.” He remains close to you and refuses to look away. He can see you parting your lips for a second or two.

(Did he just glance at your lips?)

“I know you are,” you breath out and Bucky is incredulous, “so start acting like it.”

(Did you just compliment him?)

It’s the first day of February, your sophomore year and you think you’re losing your sanity. Bucky invites everyone at his dorm to celebrate their victory at the National Debate Championship. And it’s strange because Bucky never really invites anyone he doesn’t like. If you didn’t know him, you would have bet that he’s been feeling lonely.

You don’t want to go at first. But you’re glad you do. Under the green lights he has installed and all the alcohol in his body, he looks different and it’s the first time you genuinely see him. A boy with silky black hair, blue eyes and skin that looks like it’d be cool to touch. There’s something attractive about him, in a rugged way, and you’re seeing it again after a long time.

Your allergies must have gotten in your head.

He doesn’t talk a lot that night. Not to you. Not to anyone. You deduce pretty early that Bucky just wanted company to drink. You wonder if he’s still messed up because of the break up.

Probably. Everyone on campus is talking about how Natasha was hanging out with that boy, Clint.

He tells you, you don’t have to, but you still stay to help him clean up.

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” His voice is low.

You started taking a new antihistamine, maybe it’s the side effects.

“It’s called being nice,” you say firmly, “you should try it.”

Bucky makes a little humming sound and keeps collecting plastic cups. The room is quiet, but for the sound of trash bags and you count the seconds before you speak again.

“How are you?”

“I’m not that drunk, don’t worry.” He half-answers, half laughs but he pronounces the last word with enough irony.

“No, I meant,” you breath, “Is everything okay with you?”

“Seriously, you make no sense Y/N.” He’s careful not to look at you.

“I just wanted to say,” your voice sways for a second, you’re a novice in talking with him about anything different than books and words and that makes you weak and nervous, “You’ll be back with Natasha, I’m sure.”

Bucky’s face hardens around the edges, his eyes saying more about him than any words could. He comes close to you and it could have been the smell of alcohol but you feel like you want to throw up.

“You and I, we’re not friends.”

You don’t blink. You stare blankly at him, waiting for what follows. But he just leaves the room.

You promise you will never go to any of his parties again.

...

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity Ch.5 (NSFW!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

'Cassandra's favorite', the other maids call you.

You can't tell if they mean it as a good or a bad thing. Hell, you can't even tell which of the two it really is.

Being her 'favorite' does not make you immune to harm in any way; bruises litter your shoulders and sides from when she grabs you too forcefully and cuts from her nails sting at your neck and stomach, renewed each time she comes to take a kiss.

None of that existed back when you were something of zero interest to her. On the other hand, she's told you several times you're 'a thing of beauty' --her thing of beauty-- and she won't let anything ruin a natural piece of art.

If you know anything about Cassandra, it is that she takes art very seriously. Your interpretation of the word greatly varies from hers, you're sure, but it doesn't change the fact she won't easily raise a sickle on you.

Cassandra won't break you. She won't let Daniela do so, either. Bela doesn't even care to hurt you. It means you're safe for now...

Unless Lady Dimitrescu decides you're best taken away from her daughter. Permanently. You don't dare meet her eyes, but you can feel them on you, scrutinizing, every night at dinner.

You're pretty sure she knows.

The thought sits heavy in your mind while you're cleaning bloodied steps off a corridor at three in the small hours of the morning, along with another maid. Adella is a quiet and hardworking one; the two of you make a good team and you know you'll be done in record time.

But it only takes a single moment for everything to go wrong.

Adella is hastily walking back to you with a bucket of fresh water in hand when you hear a different set of steps approach from the side. You make to warn her, but it's already too late.

The collision happens at the turn where the two passageways meet. As soon as you see black robes dripping wet you pray to whichever God will listen for mercy.

Because Cassandra has not been in a good mood all night and she is not the understanding type regardless.

Adella gasps and shakingly backs away, a waterfall of apologies spilling from her lips. Cassandra rolls her neck and draws her sickle, advancing on her slowly. She looks terrifying.

"Don't move now." she orders.

And you just- can't watch this. You don't know why, but the realization you cannot hits you like a speeding truck. You can't stand there while the the woman you frequently kiss cuts away at a girl you know is as good and compassionate as a human under your circumstances can possibly get.

You react.

Before you can even think how impossibly stupid you're being, you drop the mop in your hands and dash forward, crashing into Cassandra's form. Your right arm wraps around her waist and your left grips at her wrist like a vice. Your heart is pounding. You don't even know what you're saying;

"Cassandra, no! Please. Don't." Cold and rigid as she is, it may as well be a statue you're holding. "Cassandra, stop. Please." Once impulse dies down, you realize you've just signed your death wish for two seconds of playing hero.

And you thought you were smarter than that. Ha. But maybe, just maybe, part of you wants to die, so long as it's quick and painless.

With Cassandra, though, you doubt it. Especially with how lethal she sounds when she says:

"You. Disappear." You hear, rather than see, Adella scurrying off for her life. "As for you..."

You only register a blur, nausea, cold nails piercing at your neck, over already existing marks. You are shoved into the nearest wall so powerfully you can't breathe for all of ten seconds. It's a wonder you don't hear any cracks from within your body.

Cassandra is on you, her fingers harsh on your chin and breath chilly on your lips. "Good pets don't bark against their own masters. What made you so bold, hm?"

You don't answer, too busy summoning your mental strength for what comes next. The way her eyes and the lines of her pretty face have hardened, she looks nothing like the flirty girl who comes to steal kisses from you at random times during the night.

"Maybe I've been too nice to you. The first time you call my name and it's for some other maid?"

She looks like she wants to let out a bitter laugh, break something and slice you into stripes simultaneously. And then you realize; Cassandra is jealous.

It doesn't get any worse than that.

"Maybe I should make sure you never say anything again." The corner of her lips curls up in dark amusement as she talks. "You don't talk much, anyway."

Well. She did say she wouldn't let anyone ruin your looks. Never promised anything about what's on the inside.

You're shaking, even if her grasp doesn't leave much room to do so. Your brain is restlessly trying to come up with something to get you out of this mess-

"I'm of way more use to you with my tongue intact." you somehow manage to speak without stuttering. It makes you wonder where the hell this confidence came from.

Cassandra stills for a moment. Her grip eases the slightest amount, probably from surprise.

You wonder what the hell you're even doing, yourself, when you bring your hands to her sides and lean in, to the curve of her nice jawline. You've never kissed her neck before, but you remember from the times you've given her a massage that she's very sensitive around it.

Cautiously, you press your mouth to the soft spot under her ear.

She smells so good and her skin feels so smooth you're not exactly forcing yourself to kiss her. If you're going to be mutilated anyway, the part of you that must be severely messed up muses, you may as well take some pleasure for yourself beforehand. Who knows, it may change her mind along the way.

So you lick her there and suck over her faint pulse. You don't get any stimuli from her, at first.

Until her hand trails from your shoulder to your nape, urging you harder against her. It's the green light to keep going.

You put all your skill into it as you lavish her neck and collarbones with open-mouthed kisses. She's loose and moaning low in her throat now.

You can't tell why, but the sound echoes right though your adrenaline-induced system, tickles down your spinal cord to pool low in your stomach. You either had a kink for danger you never knew of, or you developed one in the castle.

Whatever the case, your fingers are working on the buttons of her outfit and she doesn't seem like stopping you has even crossed her mind.

When the robes barely hang onto her shoulders, Cassandra maneuvers you to the closest room, shuts the door and presses you against it. Hard. Your lips slide together hungrily. You taste wine on her tongue.

At this point, your hands are the only thing supporting her outfit on her. She looks too fucking sexy for words like this, half-undressed, lipstick smeared, so turned on and ready for you. But you also want to see more of her, so you let the black fabric drop.

She's getting impatient, though. Being more vocal, tugging your hand to the apex of her legs.

"Cassandra." you moan when you push the midnight lace of her panties aside and touch her. She's so wet.

Her mouth falls open in a soundless gasp, brows drawn softly. "Oh, you're lucky I like my name on your lips." she says, breathless.

You did start this trying to prove to her how useful your tongue can be attached to your body, however... so it's only fair that's how you finish it.

Finish her.

Cassandra looks dazed and confused when you kneel in front of her, but it's quickly replaced with a broken moan when you take her into your mouth. You revel in every single gasp you coax out of her, every minuscule shake of her perfect thighs.

She bites into her own hand when she reaches her peak, nails leaving four parallel marks on the wall.

You're gentlewomanly enough to pull her outfit up for her while she's coming down from her high. Your gaze takes its sweet time admiring the contours of her chest as you button it closed. She really is the most attractive girl you've ever seen, if you somehow don't take into consideration her body count.

"Good?" you ask when she opens her pretty eyes to look at you.

"It's not cute to be smug, plaything." Cassandra makes a soft grimace at you, though you can see the lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her lip. "But. I suppose your tongue has its uses to me, after all."

You gently push off the door to let her exit at her leisure. The movement makes you realize you won't really be able to move tomorrow, with how sore you already are.

To your surprise, Cassandra takes a moment longer in the room.

She turns back to you and raises her hands to your torso, then carefully adjusts your wrinkled shirt. Her long fingers smooth over the imperfections she caused...

And you don't know why after everything the two of you just did, it's this that feels the most intimate.

The same digits brush over your throat as she pulls away.

By the time your mind starts working right again, Cassandra is already gone. Absently, you trace over the weeping scratches on your neck.

Later, at the main hall of the castle...

"Oh, boo, look who's late again." Daniela rolls her eyes at Cassandra's fashionably delayed arrival.

"Surprise, surprise." Bela smirks, casually leaned against the side of the fireplace.

"Are you two done being insufferable or should I come by later?" Cassandra asks.

"And scar our ears and minds with another round of your 'oh's and 'ah's, sister? I think not." Daniela comments.

Bela raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Had a nice time?"

"You two have very active imaginations, you know? Tells a lot about you." Cassandra chuckles. "She was just giving me a massage. But do go on. Be thirsty. I can wait."

Daniela and Bela share a look, thrown off their game by the nonchalance.

Cassandra hides a smirk under her hood and steps out first, into the peerless dark.

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mosneakers · 2 years

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Pick three random ocs and share three random facts about them!

ahhh this should be fun!! Thank you for this ask, darling! 😘

Coni Breeder-

1-You can't spell iconic without Coni! Coni has a really interesting history with names! You may already know the shocking and iconic story about her birth, (SPOILERS AHEAD if you're not caught up!) in which her surrogate mother named her Belladonna Cassandra Goth. Then when her surrogate mother was abducted, and the aliens found the newborn in the desert, where she was left, they gave her the name Concept Chair-Breeder. Coni for short. Chair being a last name passed down from her mother, Cacti Chair, taking a random earth word as a surname. And Breeder, her father's last name, chosen because their particular alien objective was to breed, much like humans would adopt surnames based on their type of work. (For example: Weaver, Brewer, Carpenter, etc.) But there's another moniker you don't know her by: Cherry. Before she showed up on Tycho Curious''s doorstep to court him, she worked for a while as "dancer" at the 8 Bells bar, where she obtained the funds that she needed to enroll in Foxbury with Tycho. She was hired as soon as she was old enough and she absolutely loved it 🤩 2- Growing up as an alien posing as a human in Strangerville, Coni has spent more time in her disguise than in her regular alien form. Naturally, this is where she feels most confident... in fact, some might consider her the most confident, but you may be surprised that when she's in her alien form, her self-esteem is entirely different.

3- Her favorite food is uncooked brownie mix, raw eggs and all. 😁

Audrey Scruggs-

1- When Audrey was in high school, she started her first job at the Taco Shell. She was a little young for the job, but her best friend's brother, Sunglo Darling, put in a good word for her and she was hired immediately. She worked there for about two weeks before getting upset with a customer and throwing a slushie on them. It's just what she does.

2- Audrey has a younger brother, Quentin Scruggs, who is often in trouble with the law for theft and has even been banned from Darling Treasures for stealing.

3- From as early on as she could recall, Audrey has always had a thing for older men. It started with crushes on teachers, (don't worry, they never reciprocated! 😝) then progressed on to increasingly more troublesome roles, usually ones of authority, before she ended up boldly seducing her military superior, Tank Grunt. She then went on to begin a pretty serious long-term relationship with him, even moving into his house. But Tank made a huge mistake when he begrudgingly allowed his brother, Ripp Grunt, a Strangerville psychiatric therapist, to join the family Winterfest dinner.

Audrey immediately developed the most irresistible crush on Ripp, more intense than any crush she'd ever experienced. Not only is he also much older than her (although slightly younger than Tank) He's mature, sensitive, edgy, progressive, and in Audrey's words "so incredibly hot!"Tank already hates his brother with a passion though, if he found out about this it'd probably cause him to spontaneously combust 😬

Sam Norwood-

1- Sam is always on the lookout for his dream man. He's looking for someone who's funny, charming, sweet, funny, and cute. In that order. Yeah, his dream man is definitely Charm Darling, and Sam believes they'd be together if Frieda didn't get to him first!

2-Sam once took a trip to Lucky Palms and won a quarter of a million simoleons, and spent it all that night.

3- Sam is very optimistic and loyal, and does everything he can to stay connected to old friends. When Coraleye became friends with her high school bully Mackenzie Benson and forgave her, Audrey developed some resentment towards her for that, and believed that she doesn't deserve to be forgiven. Sam was the one to continue to keep the three of them in touch, despite all three of them living very different lives. He's definitely the glue of the Coraleye/Audrey/Sam trio.

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muffinsin · 5 months

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okay so i have thoughts 👀 many thoughts. my image is this… cassandra enjoying a nice swim out in a lake during spring. incredibly lovely day, so warm out. this woman? definitely skinny dips. so she’s out there, relaxing, alone with her thoughts… little does she know there’s something in the water. tentacles/tendrils shoot up from the depths and wrap around her. she’s soaked, unable to swarm. she’s completely at this thing’s mercy, much to her great horror and humiliation, and it’s decided she’s perfect for breeding. fucks her, pumps her full of its rather sizeable eggs, and then fertilises them with a ridiculous amount of sperm. gropes her and fucks her ass and mouth too, just for the fun of it. maybe forces her to gulp down some kind of sedative/aphrodisiac through the mouth tendril, just to make her extra perfect. suction cups on some of the tendrils for her clit, nipples and other sensitive areas? could have some fun breath play going on with the water, too. just… our poor little huntress completely overpowered and overwhelmed. i might be a sadist and obsessed w/ monsterfucking. peace ✌️

Absolutely! Let’s get into this snack! ;))

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Cassandra sighs contentedly as she steps to the lake. She smiles at the solitude. Tucked away in the deepest part of the forest, surrounded by the privacy and darkness of the trees.

No villagers dare venture this far into the forest. No lycans dare step close to the water. In fact, Cassandra had never seen someone at this place. It was hers only, just as it should be.

She grinned as she peeled off her clothing. There was no rush, she had told Mother she was out hunting. She had plenty time to relax.

She let the clothing drop to the floor, swarming happily in the air. It was such a beautiful, warm day.

Cassandra enjoyed the silence a little longer. While silence at the castle bothered her. But here, she was so content.

No screaming prey.

No annoying sisters.

This place was her little bit of peace, despite only discovering it a day ago.

She slipped into the water, humming at the beautiful feeling. Unlike baths, this was lovely. The lake was large and warm.

She couldn’t see the bottom- it excited her to think of the many corpses possibly littered on the ground.

Cassandra ventured deeper, there was no rush and no need to be discreet. Nobody else was there.

She knew, Mother would be furious if she knew of Cassandra’s little hiding place. After all, a lake? Water? One of the only things capable of turning the woman vulnerable to attacks? No, Alcina would never have to know, she thought sneakily.

Cassandra cursed as something brushed against her leg. She shook it away. She didn’t quite mind the fish in the lake, normally, but hated them brushing up against her legs.

Another brush against her leg. She squirmed. Perhaps sea weed? Would this grow here? She couldn’t care less.

She continued on, swimming and playing in the water carelessly.

Cassandra gasped when a long, solid tendril wrapped around her ankle. She attempted to tug it free, but gasped again when it merely caused the tendril to slip up higher, wrapping itself around her entire leg and squeezing her thigh. She shrieked as she was pulled down, her mouth closing just in time as she was pulled under.

Golden eyes widened underwater when she saw more tendrils reaching for her. They seemed to come from a large, dark green mass of tentacles.

She dug her nails into those on her leg, eagerly kicking her leg free and swimming to the surface when it withdrew.

Cassandra gasped for air when her head resurfaced. She knew one thing; she needed to get to the shore!

Yet, the creature below had other plans, it seemed.

She gasped as dark green, barely a different shade than the green-blue water, wrapped around both her legs. Upon attempting to swipe at them, more wrapped around her arms and wrists.

“Hey!”, she screamed, her legs attempting to kick. She gasped when she felt them slide up her bare legs again, wrapping around them tightly. Another wrapped around her midsection.

“Stop!”, she gasped when another slid across her chest, wrapping tightly around her large breasts.

“Mhmm!”, she pressed her lips shut when she was pulled under again, fear spreading within her. Would she drown? Would she join the army of corpses at the bottom of the lake?

Would Mother ever know what happened? She attempted to reach her sisters, but it’s as if the hivemind was too far away. She then recognised the risk of being so far away from her family, her swarm.

She attempted to swarm herself, but it was no use with the water clinging to her and wetting the flies she consisted of.

She was allowed to the surface again just when her throat began to burn with the need to breathe. Whatever the creature was, its goal didn’t seem to be to pull her under.

But what was?, she wondered.

She couldn’t summon her sickle, and even if she could, her wrists and arms were held in place tightly. She realised, to her great horror, that she was at the monster’s absolute mercy in that moment. She squirmed, and it only made the tentacles wrap around her harsher.

She gasped when her restrained legs were spread. Her muscles didn’t seem to matter anymore, she was maneuverer like a mere puppet by the powerful tendrils around her.

A throaty moan slipped past her lips when the tentacles tightened around her due to her squirms, her breasts squeezed tight. Her face burned in embarrassment and shame. She couldn’t get turned on! She was not supposed to-

Cassandra gasped upon feeling another tendril slide between her legs. She whimpered, but all below her was unclear to her, the water too thick and coloured. She felt it, though.

The huntress squirmed again as it rubbed against her clit. “S-Stop!”, she demanded. Her thighs clenched, yet she couldn’t push them together.

She was Cassandra Dimitrescu! She couldn’t have this happen to her! She was a fierce huntress, no pathetic prey!

She tensed when she felt the tip against her entrance, prodding. It wasn’t round like any toy of hers, instead almost pointy, yet soft. It felt like flower petals closed on one another.

She groaned as the tendrils squeezed more and more of her skin.

“No-o!”, she pleaded, the tip brushing through her exposed folds. She felt turned on, wrongfully so. She couldn’t be this way! She was powerful, and yet felt so weak.

It was such a humiliating situation, and yet so painfully arousing. It was torture in its raw and twisted form, seducing and disturbing her at the same time.

She groaned, then screamed loud enough to startle birds in the distance when the tip pushed inside. It was large, and stretched her wider than she had ever been stretched.

“A-Arg! Stop!”, she gasped. She shivered as more pushed into her and shrieked when she was pulled under water again.

It was even warmer underneath the surface, tendrils wrapping around her and covering her. Cassandra squirmed helplessly when one wrapped around her throat, keeping her in place.

The large tendril slid inside of her. She screamed mutedly underwater when it unfolded in her, warmth bubbling inside of her. The water felt gross in her mouth, her lungs felt too full.

She gasped for air and coughed helplessly. She had never felt this small.

She was prey now.

And she felt it, in the way her muscles tensed and her limbs shivered underwater, the way she was moved and toyed with. And lastly, the warmth inside of her.

The brunette tensed when she saw another tentacle right before her face. She had a feeling she knew what it desired and quickly shut her lips. It was as if she heard a roar from under the water.

Cassandra’s eyes widened once she was pulled down again. The tendril slipped even deeper- it hurt in her tight core.

She struggled to stay calm, the water around and above her making it impossible to breathe. The tendril slid alongside her lips, still pressed together tightly.

She knew it wasn’t the creature’s intention to kill her, but to do something by far more perverted with her, and yet wondered whether this would be the end for her. How long could she keep going without air?

The Dimitrescu gasped when she was, after many long moments, at last allowed up again. Without thinking her mouth fell open as she attempted to gasp for as much air as possible.

Instead of air, a slimy, warm tentacle greeted her, its length in her mouth. “Mghm! Mhmm!”, she complained, arms attempting to tug free despite it being of no use. The only thing her struggling and squirms achieved was the tendril inside of her rubbing up against her inner walls. She felt more and more ashamed at each moan drawn from her, yet it felt so good.

Her eyes widened as a thick, sweet fluid was pumped down her throat, clouding her senses and settling in her stomach. She felt herself growing wet only moments later, and pressed her eyes shut when both tendrils started pushing a little.

Then, something foreign- or perhaps weird-er- happened. Cassandra’s screams and moans were muffled by the tentacle as something large, oval shaped was inserted inside of her, seemingly stemming from the petal-like tendril.

She shivered, groaning and whimpering in pain and pleasure as more followed. Everything felt so intense, so good, since the thick fluid was pumped down her throat. She felt wetter than she had ever been, and needier. Her nipples were hard and aching, she felt herself being brought to orgasm merely from the tendril thrusting in and out of her mouth and the sensation of thick tendrils squeezing her breasts.

Cassandra shook her head, as if to snap out of it. A wave of shock overcame her when she caught up to the situation.

The large, oval objects were eggs, shot inside her womb.

The thick fluid had her feel desperate and wet within moments, wet enough to allow movement between her legs and to allow the eggs to push deep in her, taking up her entire core.

She was being prepared to be bred, she realized. Her cheeks burned from the humiliation and thick tears of embarrassment ran down her cheeks. She was so needy, she wanted nothing more than to have those tendrils inside of her, reaching all the right spots. Yet she felt the antagonising, teasing feeling of egg after egg slipping inside her.

Cassandra groans around the limb in her mouth, moaning as it slid against her throat. The necklace around it seemed too tight as it bulged her throat.

Upon being pulled underwater again, she caught a glimpse of her stomach; growing slightly in size the more eggs were inserted. They rubbed against one another and her walls and it made her see starts.

When she orgasmed embarrassingly fast, faster than she normally would, they dared slip out of it wasn’t for the tendril still inside.

Cassandra grunted around the one in her mouth, its movements relentless. She felt it warm and wet down her throat.

Muffled moans rang out across the water surface when the egg-spewing tendril at last pulled out of her. Cassandra instinctively attempted to pull her legs together, feeling her cunt pumped full of eggs that pressed against her entrance, as if to escape.

Another tentacle was set to her entrance instead. She tensed again; it was different than the last. Although slightly smaller in size, the tip pressing against her entrance was round and seemed softer.

“Mghm!”, she moaned as it pushed inside, her legs spread wide, her arms restrained and instead used to pull her down harder on the tendril.

Cassandra’s head tipped up, desperate to stay above water. This was exploited easily and used to make the limb move properly down her throat. She gagged, teary eyed as she neared her orgasm.

“Ugh!”, she whimpered with every hard and fast thrust into her, the creature’s single goal to cum, it seemed, and to have her cum.

She tried to deny it this wish, yet the more thrusts came, the closer she grew to doing just the opposite of her goal. Golden eyes grew hazy from pleasure as she felt smaller tendrils slide up her thighs and settle around her clit, rubbing it from the sides and making her scream against the tendril occupying her mouth.

“Mhmm! Mgmn!”

“MGHMM!”

Another pulled her nipples.

Humiliation and even more arousal set in when she orgasmed, loud and hard, and felt the eggs moving within her. In mere thrusts did the creature breeding her come too; it seemed.

Cassandra attempted to squirm away at the foreign feeling of cum filling her up. She was no fool and suspected how the breeding process worked when she felt each egg heat up as cum was shot into her. She dreaded pushing the oval things back out her sensitive cunt.

Her stomach was bulged at the amount of cum in her, and her mind felt hazy, her head dizzy. She was so sensitive and needy, and yet wanted more and more even as she still struggled to breathe despite the cum forced down her tight throat.

She assumed that was it, and golden eyes widened when she was quickly given to understand that her sweet torment would continue on.

Cassandra groaned lowly when the tendril kept moving after moments and shook her head helplessly as, to her greatest humiliation, she felt a tentacle push up against her tight ass hole. It didn’t sport the same size as the one occupying her other hole, but still had the brunette beg muffledly to spare her the embarrassment of getting her behind railed by a creature.

The situation was humiliating enough as it is, after all- the big, bad Cassandra Dimitrescu, proud huntress and sadist, turned into nothing but an omega-like vessel to be bred and sport whatever ungodly offspring was shot into her.

Tears sprung at her eyes at the tight hold on her body, tight enough that she would surely sport tentacle shaped bruises alongside her body, and especially legs, once she was released. She would need to stop squirming if she wished to avoid more marks.

“GMNN! MHMNNN!”

Tears spilled down her warm cheeks as her remaining hole was filled too, tentacles moving in and out of her as if she was nothing but a toy.

Her ankles were pulled until she was in an almost crouched position, her eyebrows furrowed and eyes pressed shut. The tendrils moved in and out so fast and deep due to the new position…she felt a second orgasm approaching already, and couldn’t at all help it. She was too sensitive and needy and had to means of trying to stop her orgasm once it took her.

She moaned with each thrust into her three holes, the stuffing she received both embarrassing and arousing, her clit teased and her nipples pulled. Additionally, whenever she was unexpectedly pulled underwater, her eyes stung and her throat burned even more.

When her second orgasm hit, she screamed, her holes tightening and feeling railed raw and sore as she kept being used for the only purpose this creature seemed to have for her: to breed.

Her holes were stretched and sore, her stomach swollen, her womb bred. She squirmed as she was groped more and more, tighter and tighter the more she moaned. And she couldn’t stop moaning at all.

“A-AA-H!”

Cassandra’s vision blurred for a moment as cum was shot in each opening again, down her throat to settle in her stomach, in her newly fucked and stretched ass and full cunt.

She gasped when she felt the creature push her to the shore, its tendrils wrapped tightly around her ankles. She felt a harsh blush on her cheeks upon noticing the eggs trembling slightly within her…

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village

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caitlynmeow · 6 months

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Since you did Bela, can you do the the two remaining sisters for your prompt ?

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them:

Daniela is the baby of the family and it shows because she's such a brat who doesn't listen to anything or anyone she has no problems arguing with Bela right in front of their mother because she knows that Alcina is not going to say anything about it. She's also different from her sisters and I think this is really what gives her that distinctive personality and you can't just not love that, you know? Like, the girls are vicious hunters and Daniela especially has little impulse control (slashing that maid's face with a knife just because) but she's actually more tame and the weakest hunter out of the three. She has her own hobbies, she'd much rather be reading or looking after her flowers (she takes that very seriously) than go out and hunt. It made her weaker, which is why Alcina locked her up in the library to protect her because while she dotes on her youngest, she knows when things are about to get serious and that's when mama gets all protective. Cassandra- I love how fucking dramatic she is???? Waving that handkerchief is what did it for me I just knew this one is different and I was right. She's a brat, but unlike Daniela she doesn't keep to herself. Bela is appalled by the mess Cassandra caused in the cellars because this is just her brand. Chasing Ethan around going all "rawr" and literally just messing with him? Pure gold. I also live how her dramatic ass makes her flies scream when her mother is nearby just so that Alcina can make an entrance. You can easily tell she's a handful and the fact that their mother chose her to team up with tells you a lot. Alcina literally just lets her play and have fun, but she gets all serious and scolds her when it's needed. Idk but honestly Cassandra is the one who's closest to Alcina and she lives for the drama.

Why I don’t:

Doesn't apply. They're adorable cinnamon rolls who did nothing wrong their whole lives.

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

I loved Daniela arguing with Bela the most because yes this is obviously the baby and she's not afraid to run her mouth.

My favorite is how excited Cassandra gets when her mother is around like girlie is just beaming and literally just bouncing in excitement???? So precious.

Favorite season/movie:

Long live Castle Dimitrescu.

Favorite line:

Daniela: "Ugh! Ow, so mean!" Cassandra: "Look forward to what mother has in store for you."

Favorite outfit:

I think Daniela would rock any crop top. Cassandra in any type of skinny jeans is just too hot for us mortals to handle.

Head Canon

Daniela:

1- She loves her sisters!! She argues with them a lot, and she always feels like they don't take her seriously but she cannot imagine living without them. 2- Despite her personality, she actually doesn't like anything related to horror and gets scared easily. 3- She has an innocent mindset. She doesn't always assume the worst about people, often taking their word at face value which can end her in bad situations because she does fall for these things (its also because she's eager to help) 4- She admires her mother greatly, hoping that one day she can grow up and be just as pretty. 5- She loves pranks and practical jokes! She pulls them on anybody, doesn't matter if its a family member or a staff member. Bored Daniela is going to have her fun one way or another.

Cassandra:

1- She loves souvenirs! Like whether in game or any AU, she's the one who just loves to have a reminder. In the game she literally says that, and she often keeps hair and nails of her victims because hey why not, you know? I think she'd be the same in modern AU like any place they visit Cass is the one raiding these souvenir shops buying heaps of things she doesn't really need. 2- Cassandra is sensitive! And ironically, she's the one who is more guarded (esp with her feelings) so it's not easy to tell. But those who really know her know exactly her fragile her emotions are. 3- She is possessive. What's hers is hers and girlie doesn't like to share anything. 4- She gives off left-handed energy so I will confidently say that she's left handed. 5- She is a big introvert!! She prefers keeping to herself and recharging her social battery at home as opposed to being out all the time. Despite her wild chaotic energy, Cassandra needs her quiet time to find her balance again.

Unpopular opinion:

Daniela actually has more self preservation instincts than her sisters. She's the only sister who runs into hiding when the window is open because she knows she can't fight like that. So she does the right thing (unlike her sisters who just charge in not caring that they're freezing to death) So I really think she's the more sensible one who actually thinks before acting. Cassandra: She-- How do I say this, she enjoys being part of a family? With her especially, she's never alone. Alcina is literally with her, and she talks about calling Bela and she even call out to her sisters. I think this goes back to her being more sensitive which means she's more emotional than the others and really holds her family dear. She's always talking about them and being with them. She literally was never alone during the castle section like Alcina knows which daughter constantly needs her presence and we can all see that. It's just that Cassandra is actually a huge family person but she's good at hiding so only her mom and sisters know about it.

A wish:

;w; can we pls get a dlc with their lives in the castle before Ethan happened.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen:

Nope, been there done that. They still live in my heart though. Canon? I don't know her.

5 words to best describe them:

Daniela: funny - smart - resourceful - spoiled - quick to anger Cassandra: drama queen - sentimental - hunter - sassy - mama's girl

My nickname for them:

Daniela: Dani- baby Cassandra: Cass - Cassie

#thank you for sending this one in!!#i love talking about these girls lol #meme #house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #re8 #headcanon #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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lepusrufus · 3 years

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Double edged scalpel ch. 8

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7

Summary: Fluff? Smut?? Stuff???

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It was still early morning, if the bright light and faint chirping coming from out the window were anything to go by. Cassandra had been awake for a while, her body not needing nearly as much sleep as humans did.

She looked down to where Nicole's face was pressed on top of her chest, cheek slightly squished against the skin. Sleep had turned her features into soft lines, unlike her usual nonchalant façade that she wore like a crown. Though the dark circles under closed eyes were still present and, Cassandra mused, probably a permanent facial feature at this point.

The brunette couldn't help the small smile that curved her lips. She couldn't remember the last time someone had been in Nicole's position, so willing to let themselves be embraced by the shadows of the castle and wear the title of her "lover" with such grace. She wasn't even sure someone had been there before.

Though as endearing as the sight was, Cassandra was starting to get bored. Nicole's position half on top of her meant she couldn't really move without waking her up. How much sleep do humans need again? Eight hours? She was pretty sure it'd been eight hours. Besides, what harm would it do to stay and cuddle for a while, not that anyone other than the small redhead in her arms would ever be allowed to know about her apparent love for such things.

She hesitated for a second, the memory of Nicole jolting awake not too long ago making its way to the forefront of her mind. She would have to be more careful than Bela had been, opting for the gentlest way she could muster, fingers gingerly trailing down her cheek.

Cassandra frowned when the redhead flinched slightly at the touch, but soon let out a content hum upon hearing her name whispered by the brunette. Nicole didn't even bother opening her eyes. Instead, she nuzzled into Cassandra's neck and tightened her grip around her waist ever so slightly.

"Mmornin'," she said as if she actually had any intention of getting up.

"Slept well?" The brunette asked, shifting to lay on her side and starting to play with the long auburn locks sprawled on the pillows.

The reply she got was little more than a hum as her half asleep lover shifted and readjusted her position. Nicole's hand started to gingerly trace her spine upwards, then down again, on her waist and then stilled for a moment. She finally opened her eyes and looked somewhere past the brunette locks blocking her view. The arm on Cassandra's waist was removed and stretched towards the nightstand for a few seconds only to fall back on the bed accompanied by a soft groan.

"Can you pass me my phone…" Curse you, short arms.

To her dismay, Cassandra started to laugh at her struggle, earning herself a sleepy glare. She did oblige though, turning slightly and picking up the small object from the nightstand. With the phone finally in hand, Nicole unlocked it and let out another groan at the hour.

"It's so fucking early."

"It's 8 a.m." Cassandra raised an eyebrow when the redhead simply tossed the small object on the bed, probably never to be found again given it's sheer size, and turned back in her arms with an almost childish whine.

Nicole really wasn't a woman of many words in the morning.

"Why'd you wake me up so early?"

"I was bored," Cassandra answered simply.

Of course.

After another small groan, Cassandra decided to change tactics. Her hand moved from red hair down Nicole's bare back. She felt her breath hitch when she got to her hip, slender fingers going in ever so soft circles over the skin and the fabric of her underwear.

That seemed to wake the redhead up at least slightly. Her lips started to lazily move across collarbones, leaving a trail of kisses and an occasional nip. Then up her neck, hand now tangled in dark hair and giving it a light tug to tilt Cassandra's head and get better access to the spot right under her ear. She left a light bite there and the brunette let out a small moan, hand now fully gripping Nicole's hip and pulling her closer.

Cassandra's thigh, now placed between her legs just right, was hard to ignore but Nicole was a woman on a mission. She shifted her weight, now fully straddling the brunette and continued her trail of kisses along her jaw until she finally reached soft lips. Cassandra moaned in their kiss when Nicole's fingers came to rest around her neck, giving it a faint squeeze. She slipped her tongue past slightly parted lips and her other hand started to slowly trail lower.

The sense of satisfaction she got from Cassandra's impatient whine was hard to describe. Revenge for getting woken up so early.

"Just touch me already," Cassandra broke their kiss momentarily, and the redhead decided to be at least a little lenient.

She shifted her hips, giving way for her hand to wander beyond black lacy underwear. One finger started to circle her already wet entrance ever so lightly, causing Cassandra to buck her hips impatiently.

"Nico- ah!"

Her complaint was cut short by two of Nicole's fingers entering her. Cassandra squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, stifling a moan.

The rhythm of her fingers was slow at first, enough to elicit a few more groans from the brunete, but her pace steadily increased. It wasn't long before Cassandra was grabbing at the sheets, not trusting her claws on Nicole's back anymore, and trying to clench her thighs together.

Nicole kissed along her neck as she came, the pace of her fingers slowing until Cassandra relaxed under her. Then, she pulled her hand away and sat back down on the soft sheets, taking in the view of her lover trying to catch her breath. When golden eyes finally fluttered open and looked up at her, Nicole grinned.

"Thought you didn't need to breathe."

"Do not get cocky with me." To her credit, Cassandra tried to glare, but her eyes were soft and lips turned into a small smile.

Sweet revenge. Although, Nicole mused, if Cassandra woke her up this early again she'd make her beg.

"I think we should start getting ready."

They still had a few hours to spare, but being early never hurt anyone. Cassandra seemed to have other plans though, as she placed a hand around Nicole's throat and pushed her down into the pillows.

It was Cassandra's turn to straddle her hips, her much taller frame giving the impression that she was a predator ready to sink its teeth into a meal. Paired with the devilish glint in her eyes when she leaned down to whisper against Nicole's lips, it was all too hot.

"And not return the favor? Who do you take me for hmm?"

So much for revenge.

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Arranging tools next to the autopsy table has always been oddly relaxing. Repetition and the soft clinking of metal against metal when the scalpels were placed in their place. The leather gloves as she slid them on her hands. The apron that was waiting to be put on. All a comforting routine.

With some time to spare, she went to stand behind Cassandra, who was scribbling something in one of the many notebooks she had around. Many, Nicole had learned, as opposed to just one that magically appeared everywhere. She looked over her shoulders to see what she was writing and frowned.

She had one of the textbooks from Nicole in front of her and seemed to be correcting old notes from god knows how many years ago. Notes in german.

"Do you… speak german?" Nicole inquired. She wasn't necessarily surprised but it was weird it had never come up.

The brunette only let out an mhm and finished scratching out something, replacing it with the information from the book. In english. "And french, italian, hungarian, and some russian. My russian's really rusty though, been a long time since it was in use around here."

Okay. Impressive. Nicole supposed that being immortal does come with benefits such as infinite time to learn different languages. Cassandra let out a chuckle at her surprised look.

Then she checked the hour and snapped the notebook shut. Showtime.

Clank

They both froze.

Their eyes darted to the door, left slightly ajar.

Clank

"You… heard that right?" Nicole's question was so low, it would've probably gone unheard if not for sensitive vampiric ears.

"Loud and clear. Stay here."

And she should have really. Cassandra was strong and could take care of herself. Whatever was making noise was probably a bored prisoner wanting to quicken their demise.

But the sinking feeling in her gut gave her no peace. Whether it was worry for Cassandra, the fear that crept up her spine at being left alone, or a mix of both was anyone's guess.

She grabbed one of the scalpels from the tray.

It gave her a false sense of security as she slipped through the door and down the dark corridor connecting the study to the cells.

One of the perks of being small? You can hide almost anywhere. And this was no exception. The shadows hid her well while she stepped for the first time past old cells. Some run down, some full of devices not unlike the ones in the room she had just exited.

She could hear a growl up ahead and came to the realization that it belonged to Cassandra. She was frustrated at something and Nicole wondered if being there was really a good idea. Most likely not. But she came all the way there, might as well see what got the brunette so upset.

She started walking towards the sound of heels against stone and was about to call out Cassandra's name when a shadow caught her eye. She froze.

From where she was, still enveloped by darkness, she saw something peeking around a corner at her lover, but it's back almost completely turned to her. Someone, she realized as she strained her eyes to take in more details. A man, no taller than Cassandra, ragged clothing and something shiny in hand.

Panic took over when she realized that shine came from the reflective barrel of a gun, half in position and ready to shoot. Shoot at Cassandra.

She sprung forward, stealth be damned with how loud her boots sounded against the stone underfoot. The sound alerted Cassandra, who turned in her direction wide eyed. It also alerted the man, who spinned on his heels and let out a choked scream that seemed to ring in her ears.

The sound died in his throat when the scalpel was plunged in his neck, through the trachea and whatever other veins and arteries the blade found in its path. He leaned back against the wall, disgusting gurgling sounds making their way past bloody lips.

"Nicole!" Cassandra was by her side in the span of a second. She wanted to turn to her but instead she stumbled forward, almost crashing into her arms.

Something was wrong.

Adrenaline was finally starting to leave her body and instead searing pain was making its way in her muscles. Her head was starting to spin but she managed to look down only to see a crimson stain on her abdomen. An ugly contrast with her white uniform, really.

Her ears were ringing, but she faintly registered Cassandra let a long string of curses spill past her lips.

Then she was picked up, the wound in her abdomen sending jolts of pain with every hasty movement. She couldn’t help crying out when Cassandra presumably reached the dungeon steps and started ascending.

Staying awake was becoming an increasingly hard task. No matter how much she tried to keep her eyes open, it resulted fruitless as black splotches were starting to obscure her vision.

She finally let her lids shut, her head slumping against Cassandra's shoulder as nothingness started to envelop her foggy mind.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #unhinged maiden™ my beloved #fanfic #double edged scalpel

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cassandra-has-moonlit-eyes · 2 years

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Some of my WLW ships in Cats

I wanted to do this post before, but I got carried away with my last post so today decided to write a little bit about my favourite wlw ships in Cats. I will write on what made me ship it and how much “canon compatible” the ships are. Also, no poly ships today cause I reserve them for a separate post, but yeah, I headcanon most of the Jellicles as poly and in relationship with multiple other cats after another and/or at the same time. My ships are mostly influenced by the 1998 movie and the last couple of months of the Vienna Revival.

Bombalurina x Demeter: For me, when I watched the 1998 the first couple of times this was probably the most obvious wlw ship, especially if we look at how caring Bombalurina is towards Demeter and how she looks at her during the Macavity number. Demeter also goes to Bombalurina when she feels uncertain or sad (f.ex when Grizabella appears) and seeks comfort by her side. They are often seen sitting next to each other or near each other. I just love everything about them. I hc Bombalurina as Macavity’s sister (I don’t share the Munk, Tugger and Mac are brothers hc) and that’s how she knows Demeter. Bombalurina left her brother first and it took her some time to convince Demeter to run away from him too. That’s why she is so happy when Demeter finally shows up at the Jellicle Ball and wants to spend as much time at her side as possible. For me the flirtiness she shows during Macavity is not connected to her admiration for Macavity but to her admiration towards Demeter and by joining in she tries to impress her and/or help her to get her feelings towards the tom out of her system.

Demeter x Tantomile: My personal rare pair. I started to look more at their interactions after seeing that in the Vienna Revival not just Demeter, but Tantomile recognises Macavity too. Depending on evening and who plays them they have more or less interactions: Sometimes they try to get each other’s attention during the Bustopher Jones song, they usually have a small interaction before joining the Bomba section together and often Tantomile tries to hold Demeter back, when Macavity grabs her. I think they would make a cute couple; they are both sensitive and attentive, but also fun. I imagine them being very caring towards each other. I imagine them both falling in love with each other but at the beginning they were both to scared to tell eachother about their feelings. When Tantomile finally did Demeter was very happy about it.

Tantomile x Cassandra: Is one of the cases of fandom made me ship it. There are only a few interactions between them. In the 1998 they greet each other at the beginning of the second act. I imagine them as Tantomile being a little bit more fun and Cassandra always trying to stay serious and aloof but laughing when Tantomile is acting cute or trying to play with her. I also see them both as characters who (as much as they love the others) need their alone time, so they enjoy just sitting or sleeping next to each other without interacting much.

Tantomile x Rumpleteazer: Also, a case of fandom made me ship it. I imagine them both being a little bit chaotic each in their own way. They have different interests and hyper fixations, and they love to share them with each other. Tantomile loves astronomy, art and mythology while Rumpleteazer loves sparkling things, pop culture and Mungojerrie (lol). Each of them is very supportive of the others interests and enjoys participating in them together. Tantomile f.ex explains Rumpleteazer all about star constellations and the different myths from different cultures (yeah Cats know that, don’t @ me) when they look at the night sky while Rumpleteazer sometimes drags her to a heist together with Mungojerrie or they sneak into a cinema together to watch a new comic book movie.

Rumpleteazer x Victoria: Another case of fandom made me ship it! I think there isn’t much in the 1998 movie but the 2019 fed us well. Honestly, I just think they are cute together and I love their aesthetic (?), pink and orange fits well together hehe. I can imagine that they both share their interest for sparkling things and Rumpleteazer steals jewellery and expensive food (like caviar or salmon) for Victoria. Also, while Rumpleteazer is a little bit less concerned about her appearance, Victoria takes grooming very seriously and she spends a lot of time cleaning Rumpleteazer too. Rumpleteazer tends to complain but she actually enjoys it, mostly because of the love and the attention Victoria puts into it.

Victoria x Electra: Another case of Vienna made me ship it, mostly because Electra is the first one to go to Victoria to comfort her when she isn’t allowed to touch Grizabella. I imagine that Electra loves dancing too, but she is a little bit sad because she is not as good as Victoria. Victoria lifts her up by always telling her that she has other strengths. Electra is more acrobatic and can jump very far and high. After seeing how Plato lifted Victoria up, she is training, because next time at the Jellicle Ball she wants to be in the pas de deux. Victoria is very flattered but always tell her, they can dance a pas de deux together without Electra lifting her.

Electra x Etcetera: They are both very playful and cheeky. They share their love for the Rum Tum Tugger. They can often be seen together or as a group together with the other younger cats. I imagine their love story went something like this: First they spend a lot of time together to talk about Tugger but then they fell in love with each other. Now they just like to play together, to annoy Jenny or just to lie in the sun and sleep next to each other. They also enjoy hyping Tugger up together and joining his performances.

Exotica x Jellylorum: Another case of the fandom made me ship it. That pic/gif of them sitting together and holding hands is everything. I imagine them both to be quite calm, but they are also fun and like to play with the younger cats. I don’t have much headcanons for them now, because Exotica was a created character for the 1998 movie and isn’t there in many other productions, but I will probably have more in the future. Also love how everybody in the fandom has a different name for her.

Jennyanydots x Grizabella: Not much there in the canon, but they do feed my headcanons. When Grizabella returns Jenny seems to be very angry and doesn’t want her near herself or the younger cats (in Vienna especially not near Victoria). I imagine their past went something like that: They were both performers, Grizabella more of a singer, Jenny more of a dancer. At one point they planned on leaving the tribe together, but Jenny couldn’t do it because she loved the others too much. At the end she tried to convince Grizabella to stay but Grizabella left, and they both were heartbroken. Jenny because Grizabella’s dream was more important to her than her love for her and the others, Grizabella because she felt betrayed and left alone by Jenny. That is also the reason why Jenny doesn’t want Victoria to have anything to do with her. She is scared that Victoria might follow in her footsteps. In the end they both forgive each other and recognize that their ideas of happiness were just too different. They make up the moment Jenny touches Grizabella. If Grizabella would stay not die, they probably would be a couple again, talking about their lives and how they are changed now and rediscovering their love for each other (and their love of performing for and with each other).

Jellylorum x Jennyanydots: And now the last case of fandom made me ship it. They are both portrayed as caring, motherly figures (I would say, especially in the 1998 movie). While I do believe Jenny is a little bit stricter and organised while Jelly is more forgiving and fun loving. Jenny can’t really help it (she tries thou) but sometimes she is really stressed, upset and angry and after all the years Jelly knows how to help her calm down and relax, help her to see that maybe not everything is as bad as it seems at the first glance and that everything will be alright. I also imagine Jelly to be an amazing singer (yeah, Jenny has a type), but at first, she was very shy and only sang when she was by herself or for Gus. Jenny heard her once by accident and encouraged her to sing for everybody and everybody loved her voice. Now she must sing good night songs for the younger ones and likes to perform together with Gus. This all helped her to grow her confidence and as a person. So yeah, I think Jelly and Jenny help each other a lot and have a good balance of taking care of each other in their darker moments so they can enjoy their good times together even more.

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