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Hii, so I decided to change accounts, not really for any reason, I just want a fresh start is all, so yeah! Im @'ing my new account pls follow if you want to ;-;

I'm gonna be redoing and reposting my work there!

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Either I'm a wimp or piercing yourself hurts like a bitch

#its too late to go shopping for numbing cream

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Imagine if you are gay for Donna 😳

Like, you find yourself in the exact same spot as that Winters man once were, sitting on the floor in front of an audience conformed by the Lords of that godforsaken village, their judging gazes focused solely on you, the new foreigner captured and destined to be Heisenberg's lycan's new plaything. Sure, it's intimidating and even a simple human like you can feel the power these people possess, but you're not really fazed.

You might be a simple mortal like any other, but you're not necessarily normal. Let's say your tastes are very... extravagant, to put it simply, and instead of cowering at the prospect of having a painful death you find yourself absolutely enthralled by these powerful and very, very good looking people.

It's not the first time it happens. You're not the first one being a nervous mess at the sight of the regal and gracious Lady of House Dimitrescu, or the Golden Raven Goddess, that much Donna is aware, but this is the first time the judged one's eyes are focused on herself. Not her sister, not her brothers, no one else but her. And apparently you notice that she noticed if the sudden blush in your cheeks is any indication. This of course it confuses the Lady of House Beneviento, the thought of you finding her appealing to the sight making her involuntary twitch her fingers, a tick she's barely aware of but that catches your attention guiding your eyes to those delicate looking hands and long slender fingers.

The sight makes you blush even harder as you wonder just how strong those hands are. Thanks to the tiny scars in them you can figure that she must work in crafts that require a lot of strength and precision and you find yourself eager to know more about it.

"Take care of this quickly, Karl. Do not dissapoint me this time." Says an annoyed blonde woman with a tone that denotes authority, and of course as something else thinks faster than your brain, you blurt what's on the tip on your tongue.

"If anyone is going to take care of me can it please be that hot lady with the doll?"

All eyes are on you as you realize you said that out loud.

"Wow thats a really good quality wood floor you've got here..." There's silence in the room. "It's umm, very comfortable..." You cough a bit at the awkard way your voice echoes through the church. "Is it imported wood...?"

And if you think your face is burning you should see the one under the veil of the 'hot lady'.

Years later you would remember this day and laugh while leaning on your wife's shoulder watching the sunset...

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I've been thinking so much about our lady lately and i'm feeling sad and helpless because how can i comfort a character?? i want happy things for her :'ccc

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narcissa would be the BEST date planner

Okay Zenny, here me out......

Horseback riding with girlfriend Cissy!

Make it however u want, and as per usual, as fluffy as whipped cream :D

Oh and a part where maybe one of them gets a teeny bit injured and the other freak out dramatically 😆♥️

THANK YOU HUNEYYYYYY

Don't overwork yourself and hydrate! Eat fruit too 🍎🥭🍈🍇

Your birthday twin, Calli 🌻🌻🌻

a/n: this one was fun to write

cheers to the weekend

being narcissa's girlfriend always meant going on the most fun dates ever. one of these being horseback riding. when you told narcissa that you used to take lessons when you were a child, she very quickly set up a date for the pair of you at this beautiful ranch and had it all set up so that the fields would be empty for just you two and your horses. it wasn't long when the two of you started to race the horses that you soon found yourself having the time of your life. and narcissa would agree. however you started to regret this decision when you dismounted off of the horse to rest and twisted your ankle. seeing you smile be replaced with a facial expression of a grimace, narcissa started to panic. "y/n! y/n/n! are you okay?" narcissa asked, as she very quickly dismounted off of her own horse and rushed towards you. "ah. i'm fine cissa. i promise, it's just a little twist. i'll be fine," you reasoned. "no, y/n. you need to rest. come on, sit down with me here," narcissa insisted. "fine," you huffed, pouting so adorably, causing narcissa to kiss you gently because of how beautiful you looked. "we can have our picnic now, if that makes you happy..." narcissa suggested with a coy smile causing your smile to reappear. "yes please" you squealed before taking the basket from your girlfriend's hands and setting up your picnic lunch.

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the new disney movies made me realize that we no longer want prince charming to save us, or win against the big evil. we just want an apology and acceptance from our parents

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I think im done messing around with my themes code

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A vampire?

Tw : blood drinking

Characters : Reader x vampire!Narcissa

A/N : I still love vampire!narcissa because I'm gay, dumb and weak for vampires. It's not the best, just short little thing!

Rundown : muggle Reader learns what Narcissa really is

Request status : open

You never questioned the woman. You never questioned why she refused to see you during the day, or why the manor was so dim each time that you saw her. You were far to smitten to care about anything more than the fact that she was with you. The both of you had been seeing each other for a month now, and the older woman had now decided that it was time for you to know the truth. Simply because, well, she was starting to like you, truly like you. She wanted you in her life more. She needed you in her life.

"Cissa!" You squeaked out when you you saw her, the elf had led you to her, and you leapt into her arms, nearly making her fall over, but she simply chuckled, returning the tight embrace. "I missed you Cissa," you muttered to you, nuzzling into her neck as you spoke, taking in her scent. She always was so cold.

"Thank you for seeing me, darling, I missed you too," the older woman hummed out, planting a soft kiss on your head. She really did miss you. Narcissa was the one that pulled away from the hug, pulling away from your embrace. "Sit, darling, I need to tell you something." There was something off about her, and you knitted your brows together at the words. You moved to sit on one of the couches in the living room, hands resting in your lap, and she sat next to you, hands taking yours. Holding onto them tightly, almost painfully so. She didn't want you to run from her, and she knew how much of a dumb idea this would be. If you went and told others, if she scared you away, it could kill her, perhaps even bring the downfall of her and her family. It was so dumb to fall in love with a human...

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Pet, you need to promise me that what I'm about to tell you, it'll stay between you and I, you can never tell a soul." You had never seen her so serious before, the dim light making it tricky to tell her facial expression.

"I promise Cissa."

She stayed silent, thinking, trying to figure out what exactly to tell you. "I"m- I'm a vampire.."

Narcissa expected you to be mortified at the words, and yet you just gave her an odd look, "you're kidding right?" You said in a chuckle, vampires weren't real. Right?

The older woman lightly shook her head, looking at your hands, "I'm not joking, Y/N." She said, voice still stern.

Even with her words, you weren't convinced, and you tilted your head a bit, in all honesty, you always liked the idea of being with a vampire. "Then prove it, drink my blood."

"No."

"Why not?"

Narcissa just sighed at your words, "I don't want to hurt you pet, I will not drink from you." She said sternly, shaking her head lightly to match her words. She was never the kindest drinker, letting her victims slowly bleed out. Narcissa didn't want you to see such an evil side of her.

"Take from me, I insist," You nudged her, shifting so that you could show her your neck. "Go on."

Narcissa stayed still for a minute, you smelled amazing, and ever since she met you, she wanted a taste for herself. Well... If you insisted... Narcissa let go of your hands, moving closer to you, hand grabbing you chin to keep your head to the side, the other moving hair and clothes to reveal more of your neck, then the hand fell to grab your waist, tugging you close to her. Sharp teeth fell on the flesh closer to your shoulder, it stung, but feeling her lips against your skin, gently sucking at it, it felt so amazing, it made you want more of her.

#Vampire narcissa #narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #narcissa au #narcissa x reader #ha gay

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WHY DOES SHE HAVE SO MANY BOWLS OF FRUIT

someone tell donna to throw her moldy fruit away

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Donna Beneviento Hcs

Donna is not as innocent as she looks #kinkylittlemotherfcker

World renowned doll maker and she gifts dolls to local orphans

Really into pottery and gardening 

Donna enjoys being in control but has no issues being topped occasionally

Adores sappy nicknames 

Would love to have a big family 

Speaks Italian, Romanian and English fluently 

Her favourite season is late spring 

She finds the thunderous sounds of the waterfall soothing 

Very, very, very talented fingers *cough* *cough* 

Great cook

Reads for fun

Angie represents her inner child but Donna herself is very mature 

She is through and through beautiful (amazing personality, beautiful face, gorgeous voice etc….) 

She is just as powerful and regal as Alcina but in a different way 

Donna has zero issues being vocal about her opinions if she knows you well

Not good with social cues 

Doesn’t like large gatherings 

She’s the family’s baby

Mother Miranda really is like a mother to her 

#cottagecorelesbian 

Looooooooots of subtle touches 

Her love language is quality time 

Will have you sit in her workshop while she works 

Angie is the biggest matchmaker

Donna will leave lovebites wherever she can

Her biggest fear is losing everyone she loves and being all alone

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Hate the woman but im just gay and horny

I’m not a Mother Miranda apologist.

BUT if she were to show the slightest interest in me, I’d spread my legs in a heartbeat.

Of course, only if I’m not the main character in a Alcina or Donna story lol

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My ladies <3

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I realized it had been like a month since I’d drawn any Donna so I dropped everything to draw her in her unkept glory.

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Pssst

Hey, are you an artist or writer with WIPs?

Come here... I got a secret for you pssst come ‘ere

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Had a super rough day and needed a distraction. I don’t have any angst sitting in my requests so I decided to write this little hurt/comfort piece instead. (not proof read so idk if it’s any good)

Narcissa walked into Malfoy Manor feeling completely exhausted. Her mother had called on her earlier on in the day to discuss an upcoming event, but the visit quickly turned into a nightmare. It started with her mother criticizing her for being a few minutes late and then quickly turned into a whole lecture about how disrespectful, how ungrateful, and how worthless she was. She had stood there, like the good punching bag she had been raised to be, until it just became too much. The anxiety inside her was boiling over and she had to excuse herself just so she could go home and break down in peace.

She closed the front door behind her quietly, making sure to hold the handle down until the door was shut so as not to make a sound, her mind still convincing her that her mother would show up and scream if the door wasn’t closed silently. She turned, making her way to the stairs when she heard footsteps coming towards her.

“Ciss,” Lucius called coming into the foyer, his smile falling when he saw how rigid she looked, “Are you okay?”

Narcissa nodded, still not daring to make a sound. Ladies are to be seen, not heard.

Lucius quickly closed the distance between them, reaching down and gently lifted her left hand, which was curled into a tight fist. He carefully coaxed her hand open, noticing the deep red indents in her palm from where her long nails had dug into the skin. He lowered it, before repeating the process with the other hand. Looking up at her face, he could see that her jaw was clenched and her eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

“You’re not okay,” he whispered, pulling her into a hug. Immediately her body began to shake as she finally released everything that she had been holding in. He knew she didn’t want to talk about what happened, so he just held her and rubbed her back soothingly and whispered calming words in her ear as she cried.

Being together for so many years, Lucius was used to seeing her like this, but it never made it any easier. He hated that she felt the need to answer her mother’s calls when they both knew she would come back horribly upset. Since they had been married, he had spent years undoing all the things Druella and Cygnus had done to try to destroy Narcissa. He wanted her to feel confident, beautiful, and most importantly, loved. Yet, everytime she went back to her childhood home, she always returned to him utterly traumatized.

After a few minutes her crying seemed to stop, leaving her slumped against his shoulder. Holding her a little tighter, he quietly called for a house elf to bring a cold glass of water and a pain relieving potion up to their bedroom.

“Alright, love. Why don’t we go lay down for a little bit,” he whispered into his wife’s ear. He waited until he felt her nod into his chest before he carefully picked her up and carried her to their room.

Once they were in the room, Lucius delicately laid her in the bed, making sure she was sitting up a little, before picking up the potion the elf had left on the bedside table. He uncorked it, handing it to Narcissa. After she drank it, he swapped her the empty vial for the glass of water, watching her take a few gulps before she handed it back to him. He then pulled out his wand, transforming her formal attire into the comfiest set of pajamas she owned. Once finished, he pocketed his wand and moved to the other side of the bed to join her.

Narcissa immediately snuggled into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head in his chest, letting out a content sigh once she was comfortable. Lucius kept her close, one arm securely on her back and the other stroking her hair. He kissed her sweetly on the head, continuing to whisper how safe and loved she was as she drifted off to sleep.

There was a light knock on the door, luckily light enough not to wake Narcissa. Lucius fumbled for his wand, flicking it at the door to open before tossing it on the bed to resume his soothing manners.

“Father, do you...” Draco stopped just inside the door, both surprised and a little concerned seeing his parents like this. He lowered his voice to a whisper, “Is Mother okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay,” Lucius answered with an assuring smile, “What did you need?”

“Oh, umm, I was just going to ask if you knew where Mother was.” Draco said with an awkward laugh. He walked further into the room, trying to get a better look, “What happened to her?”

Lucius looked from his son, down to his sleeping wife as he continued to run his hands through her hair, “She had a tough day, but she’ll be fine. She just needs some extra rest and comfort for a little while.”

Lucius watched as Draco nodded slightly and moved to sit on Narcissa’s side of the bed. He leaned over, kissing her gently on the head and whispering “I love you, mum” in her ear.

“I love you, too, Father. Good night,” Draco whispered to him as he stood.

“Good night, Draco. I love you,” Lucius whispered back, watching his teen son leave the room.

When the door shut, he laid his head on top of Narcissa’s, whispering one last “I love you” before closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.

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a/n: first of all, i’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted i kinda got carried away since growing up from a certain culture, where the whole period talk is seen as something that’s meant to be kept hidden - especially from male relatives - this ask really hit home for me… so i hope that you as well as many others find comfort in this one - my Lucius in this series is the most ideal father figure i could ever ask for.

Don’t Grow Up Too Fast… Please?

when the reader gets her period for the first time it’s up to Lucius to talk her through it all.

WARNING ➭ periods, cramps, bloating - nothing fun to experience in my opinion - reader’s a mess (i might be self-projecting as i write this, but when am i not self-projecting…)

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You were currently holed up in your bathroom, silently crying as you tried to make the horrible pains go away.

Deciding to just call for your Nanny Elf to get ahold of your mother you waited only for the Elf to tell you that your mother wasn’t home at the moment. Damn it.

Lucius had been in his study for the past 2 hours when he decided to get up and go for a walk to stretch his legs as he headed towards your room first to see if you wished to join him.

“Y/N dear I was wondering if you’d like to-”, your father spoke as he trailed off his sentence when he found your room to be empty only to hear a faint sound of crying coming from your bathroom. knocking on the bathroom door, you tried your best to stop your crying, to no avail, as Lucius only grew more and more worried.

Lucius: “Y/N… Y/N princess are you alright?”

You: “Ye-Yeah Dad, ‘m okay…”

Lucius: “You don’t sound okay Y/N… is everything alright? Come out of there so we can talk…”

You: “I-I can’t…”

“Why not?”, your father asked as he frantically looked around your bedroom before his eyes landed on a blood stain on your comforter which only confirmed one of two things: either one, you had hurt yourself… or two, you had started your period.

Lucius: “Y/N… did you hurt yourself baby? It’s just that there’s blood on your comforter…”

You: “Not-Not exactly…”

Of course you had already been given the whole discussion about your period, but for it to happen when your mother was away was something you had not been prepared for in the slightest.

Silently calling for the House Elves to change your bedsheets into cleaner ones, before instructing them to bring a box of pads and a box of tampons from your mother’s bathroom, as Lucius had no idea which one you would have preferred in this scenario.

Lucius: “Hey princess… ‘m just gonna open the door only a little bit so you can get these boxes m’kay?”

You only silently opened the door before grabbing ahold of the boxes as the room fell again into an awkward silence - your father wanted to be there for you, he just didn’t know how. It wasn’t that he didn’t know anything - Lucius was very well aware of what was happening to you, as he remembered educating Draco about it when he got older (it’s important for both those who get periods, and those who don’t to be aware of what goes on during this time - a belief that Lucius’s own father didn’t share, but this didn’t stop Lucius from changing into someone he could be proud of: the perfect husband; the perfect father etc.)

You: “Dad… you can go y’know… you don’t have to stay…”

Lucius: “No I know… but I wanna stay… I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

You: “Dad… Mum’s already given me the whole talk… really you can go, it’s already so embarrassing…”

Now this caught your father’s attention. “What’s so embarrassing, lovebug?”, Lucius asked slightly confused as he didn’t understand what was so embarrassing - so you accidentally leaked, it’s no big deal! these sorts of things were natural and to be expected, especially since this was only your first time after all.

“This!”, you cried as you opened the door showing your puffy, red eyes as you slouched slightly feeling rather exhausted. after having your accident, you had discarded the clothes in the hamper, after successfully getting the blood out with cold water and were now wearing a baggy hoodie and sweatpants as you just felt so uncomfortable and irritated at your body for doing its best to keep you healthy.

“I’m not following…”, your father mumbled feeling rather confused by your sudden outburst. "You’re a guy… you’re not meant to know all this stuff-” “Now hold on a minute why can’t I know this stuff - I may be a ‘guy’ as you put it, even though I would prefer gentleman… but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know these things. They’re perfectly natural and besides the very least I could do is help make you comfortable during it all - honestly Y/N… I’m surprised you think like that”, your father remarked only for you to remain silent as you dwelled on his words.

Looking at the bed, you noticed the bedsheets had been changed. “Uh… Dad did you-” “Don’t worry princess, I got the Elves to do it…”, your father interrupted your train of thought hoping it would lessen the awkwardness in the atmosphere - it didn’t, much to Lucius’s dismay.

Laying on your side, on top of the fresh new bedsheets, you couldn’t help but cry - was it because your dad knew what was going on with you? Was it because of those horrible cramps? Who knew?

As you were busy crying you failed to notice your father re-enter the room - when did he leave in the first place? - with a hot water bottle teddy bear; a box of your favourite chocolates, and a cold bottle of water since Lucius had noticed lately, that you had not been drinking as much water as you should have.

“Thank you”, you murmured, just hoping that your father would leave you alone now, even though that’s not what you wanted at all - what you wanted was for him to tell you everything was going to be okay; that nothing was going to change between you two; that you were still going to be his little girl no matter what - even though you didn’t feel so little anymore…

You: “I’m sorry Dad…”

Lucius: *confused* “Sorry for what?”

“… I don’t know…”, you sobbed, fully weeping as you fell into your father’s arms completely expecting him to push you away, only for you to cry even harder when he didn’t. “I-I don’t know why ‘m crying?!”, you whimpered, feeling exhausted as your body ached. “I don’t like this Dad!”, you confessed not fully knowing yourself whether you were referring to the cramps or to the fact that it felt like someone was stabbing your uterus.

Lucius, however, knew very well to be careful with what he said - years of being at your mother’s side was enough to help prepare him for this day… he hoped as he nervously gulped his fears away, before focusing all his attention onto his little girl who was so clearly upset; so upset that Lucius felt so bad for not being able to do anything about it.

“I know baby, I know… I can only imagine how horrible and sore you must be feeling right now, but hey at least you know that your body’s healthy… isn’t that a good thing? It means all those yucky things trapped inside of you are getting flushed out…”, Lucius softly reassured you with kisses on the forehead as well as several warm Papa Bear hugs, hoping that you would understand that yes this was shit, but it was good for you at the same time… right?

“I know… but hey, at least ‘m not pregnant”, you mumbled completely forgetting about the fact that your father was present as he only scowled at the idea of him having to up the anti on his overprotectiveness from keeping you safe from icky boys.

Lucius: “I want you to know that you can come to me, whenever you want, with whatever you want okay love. Even if it’s as something like this, you can trust me okay baby?”

You: *yawning* “Yes Dad…”

Soon you had fallen asleep still holding onto the teddy bear water bottle tightly, when Lucius had managed to slither out of your grasp before returning to his and Narcissa’s room to find Narcissa in there.

Narcissa: “Lucius… why are these boxes open?”

Glancing to the opened cabinet Lucius began to explain everything that went down with your mother before he started to unexpectedly tear up, causing your mother’s face to show one of concern and worry.

Narcissa: “Oh my! Is she alright? Gosh I feel terrible… my poor baby.”

Lucius: “She’s fine now, she had a little bit of a fright, but she’s doing okay now - she should still be asleep.”

Noticing your father sigh, your mother realised that Lucius was feeling nervous over the fact that if you weren’t comfortable talking to him about your periods, that it meant that you would start talking to him less. after all, growing up your father was the first person you would go to tell everything, sometimes even before your mother - except on those days where you were being a mama’s girl over a daddy’s girl.

Lucius: “I-I just don’t want her to shut me out…”

Narcissa: “And she won’t.”

Lucius: “I don’t know… it already feels like I’m already losing my little girl…”

Narcissa: “What makes you think that-”

Lucius: “She was talking about how I’m not meant to know these things… which doesn’t make any sense to me… I mean we’ve never made her think like that before, have we?”

Narcissa: *sighs* “You’re a good father Lucius… don’t beat yourself up over this. Y/N’s just going through an awkward stage… trust me, she’ll still be a daddy’s girl. After all, with the amount of effort you put into having a relationship with her, I doubt that it’s going to go away…”

Taking into consideration of your mother’s words your father just silently hoped that what she said was true - that you would always be a daddy’s little girl, no matter how quickly you grew.

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Im not dead yet ⛹🤾