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sapphicrow · 4 months
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RE8 Lords (+dimi sisters) Opinion on crocs!
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Mother Miranda
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The bird mommy herself. A true lady. Gothic aesthetic and all.
I think she would be an avid croc hater
I mean, she works in a lab, closed toe shoes. They’re not very practical for experimentation or any thing else
Plus her other outfit is goddess apparel or old hag.
I just can’t see her enjoying them whatsoever. They clash with her whole vibe.
If offered, Miri would most surely wrinkle her nose and scoff at the very notion.
“Ugh. Begone, mortal. The day you goad me into those atrocities of footwear is the day I surrender my subconscious to the megamycete,” Mother Miranda waves you off with a flick of a taloned hand.
Mia left a pair in the lab once and she tried them on. They remind her.
Salvatore Moreau
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Fish man!
Moreau would be a huge fan.
Seriously, he lives in constant sogginess. A pair of shoes that can fit his deformed and damp feet would be welcome.
He pads around the reservoir in crocs all the fricking time
Over time, the sound of the rubber squelch becomes associated with his approach.
He would be gifted his first pair, but soon amass a bit of a collection- his favorites are the blue pair and the black one, but he’s also got green.
(In the church) *squish squish squish squosh squish* “hi, mother!” Moreau garbles. “Like ‘em?” He asks, gesturing to the tye dye crocs currently adorning the lower half of his slimy body.
He doesn’t wear them in public after Mother Miranda glared at them though
Heisenberg
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Metal bending dilf
My guy isn’t the biggest fan of crocs, they just don’t work for him
The factory is difficult enough to manage in steel toed boots. Rubber slippers are not ideal.
I think he wears them solely to meetings to piss off Mirander (it works every time)
He was approached by his nieces with a pair of solid black crocs, and they were too insistent for him to deny them entirely.
Heisenberg thinks they’re fine, simply not his cup of tea though.
“Fuck!” The lord curses, his voice echoing against the metal walls of the factory for the fiftieth time. “Damn pieces of junk.” Heisenberg mutters after dropping a piece of scrap onto his croc bearing toes once more.
Alcina Dimitrescu
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No.
Just no.
Absolutely not.
Lady Dimitrescu , the countess, the favorite of Mother Miranda, mother of three, would not be caught dead in such apparel.
It’s less that she has an issue with their design, and much more that she’s disgusted with the thought of looking so undignified.
She wouldn’t be threatening anyone when she whips her crocs into sports mode before unsheathing her mighty claws.
Alcina doesn’t mind them on others, but not her. She’s a noble lady and far above such peasantry.
Also they don’t make them in her shoe size.
“What…” she drawls, looking scornfully down at the maiden presenting her with such blatantly hideous shoes, “are those?”
Donna Beneviento
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The dollmaker and illusionist ~
Donna is chill, I’d imagine she wouldn’t have too strong an opinion on crocs
She owns a pair in black and likes to wear them around her workshop
They’re quite comfy, and since she’s not always on her feet, they serve as very nice house slippers
She likes to pair them with fluffy socks to really get the full coziness effect
Besides, her skirt is long enough where they’re not really noticeable
A quiet melody sways within the air of Lady Beneviento’s workspace. Humming to herself as she worked and Angie looked over her shoulder. Dexterous hands wield pliers to work the last bit of wire into the joints of her newest creation. And as a finishing touch, a mini croc is slid onto this doll. A small smile quirks her lips beneath the veil.
“I want some!” Angie shrieks once she sets eyes on the crocs.
Bela Dimitrescu
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The eldest of the flies, and the blondest
Bela follows in her mother’s footsteps on this one, she despises crocs.
She simply doesn’t see the appeal.
They’re rubber, they’re not particularly fashionable, and they clash with the lace of her dress.
Eyeing her sister up and down, Bela just scoffs judgmentally before walking away.
Daniela Dimitrescu
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Our delulu queen <3
She is the biggest crocs person ever.
She absolutely loves them, much to her sister and Mother’s dismay.
Dani just thinks they’re the coolest thing ever
You don’t have to lace them, there’s different modes, and you can decorate them??? What more could you ask for!
She had a whole wardrobe. I think she had every color. Depending on the occasion, she mixes and matches.
Dani is also big on jibbitz.
“Look!” The ginger squeals excitedly as she swarms into a maid’s face. “It’s a fly!” Dani says with a delirious giggle, shoving the new charm into the frightened woman’s vision.
Cassandra Dimitrescu
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The ravenette of the trio
Cassie likes crocs a normal amount
She doesn’t own her own pair of course, the only reason she ever wears them is to snatch them from Dani and make her mad
She also delights in how Bela and her mom glare down at her whenever she wears them
All in all, Cass doesn’t wear them as a fashion choice, she wears them for the drama
“Hehehe, you’re coming with me,” Cassandra whispers to herself as she steals Daniela’s prized flamingo print crocs from her room.
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hearts4juzi · 3 months
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kitties i think
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creelby · 6 months
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okay but in all seriousness the skins fandom is so problematic
i mean for starters there’s people who actually think chris and angie’s relationship is unproblematic when technically it’s illegal (don’t get me wrong, i love it. but i love it because it’s wrong if that makes sense)
and the cassie fans who are anti recovery and pro ana
gotta say my fav part of the fandom are the sid fans because they’re so silly i love you guys
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angieschiffahoi · 2 years
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jenny gets shot: cassie crying on the floor, yelling jenny’s name like 17 times in a row, letting ronald escape, only going after him after jenny tells her to
lindor gets shot: “mark? 😐”, mark tells her where ronald is (not expicitly to go after him), cassie walks over him bleeding, goes after ronald, stays on the scene and asks like one question about her supposed love interest, gets comforted by jenny
i know this is not intentional, because this show isn’t even aware queerbaiting exists, but this is so fucking funny
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n0tangeliccc · 11 months
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ANG you gotta add cassie’s “IM IN LOVE WITH NATE JACOBS AND HE IS IN LOVE WITH ME” tantrum to the y/n shameless moodboard lmfaoooo
“Fuck it! I am in love Stan Marsh and he is in love with me! And don’t you fucking give me that look, Wendy, because I didn’t fuck your boyfriend! You two were broken up for three weeks and three days before we even had sex, so I didn’t betray you! Plus, you guys are terrible for each other and you know I’m right!”
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the-scoreboard · 2 years
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i wanna change my artfight pfp but apparently a very desaturated and pixely version of my PFP won’t work cause it’s not 100x100 pixels. what more do you want from me AF.
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clairedelune-13 · 2 years
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Every time I watch “Route 666”, all I see is Angie Barnett and everyone talking about how Kelso nailed her.
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shatteredfears-arch · 2 years
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cassie, the actual worst, when trying to be ‘nice’: leaves a dead body on ur porch like a cat
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skinsbenji · 2 years
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pamsimmerstories · 3 months
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malcolm aged 50 years in a few weeks. poor man.
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[angelo]: dude, i think it’s time for you to let this go and move on. it’s getting hard to watch you. [angelo]: it’s like you gave up on life. react malcolm. i know you love her, but she doesn’t want you back. and also tomorrow morning i’m going to tartosa, i have to work on something. i can’t stay here and babysit you. [malcolm]: you feed me because you want to. i can do this by myself… it’s just i don’t feel like. [malcolm]: and also i realized… something happened that day. it was almost as if it was planned for cassie to see me with axel. i found out axel is leaving in this neighborhood… i’m gonna talk to her [angelo]: you’re obsessed, malcolm. this is not good. [malcolm]: i’m gonna prove to cassie that i didn’t do anything wrong. and we’re getting back together. [malcolm]: i just feel, angie. i know something is wrong. i promise, if this doesn’t work… i’ll give up, okay? [angelo]: whatever, dude. i’m gonna workout for a while. wanna come? [malcolm]: no, thanks. i told you i’m gonna find axel.
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will-solace-aaaaa · 12 days
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Riordanverse RP OCs
To join the RP go to:
🌟=Roman
🎉=Legacy
Theo: @blueskytheo
Asteria: @alphaeclipce
Sam: @spawnofposeidon
Lucy: @that-dam-daughter-of-poseidon
Angie: @poseidons-favourite-daughter
Mrya🌟: @shapeshifting-tsunamis
Aster: @ast3rrul3z
Olivia: @oliviachildofaries
Asteria: @battlestrategy
Raime: @complex-compound-raime
Mei: @mei-not-here
Moth: @moththecabin7kid
He: @healing-with-he
Aria: @aria-pane
Lathi: @the-child-of-apollo-2010
Aiden: @glowsticks-soda-and-magic
Cam: @thanatoss-favorite-demigod
Onyx: @apollos-weirdest-child
Irene: @iwillsarcasmthemonstersaway
Mireya: @mireya-the-awkward-extrovert
Charlie: @were-all-quite-mad-here
Fern: @fern-luvs-you
Amy: @amy-child-of-aphrodite
Anastasia: @anastasia-cabin-10
Shay: @shay-with-a-gun
Estra: @estraava
C.J: @likeapriceless-wine
Jaxon: @superbstarlightsheep
Cassidy: @glowsticks-soda-and-magic
Rin: @rin-mizuki-wompwomp
Liv🌟: @2nd-cohort-centurion-liv Cassie: @parties-and-pretty-dudes
Alex: @alex-child-of-dionysus
Enki(child of medusa): @not-suppose-to-be-here
Zane: @m0mm13s-f4v0r1t2-h3ll-sp4wn
Lorelei: @lorelei-hades-kid
Selena: @yes-im-a-daughter-of-hades
Riley: @rileyevry1 Knox: @dawning-in-memoriam
Max: @maxineisking
Axel: @axelwelch
Rose: @your-favorite-sleeper-queen
Sebastion: @st4r-born3
Esoterica: @ever-esoterica
Claire: @glowsticks-soda-and-magic
JC: @jc-rodriguez-bleaghhhh
Jade: @keeper-of-lunionem
Bill: @bill-son-of-boreas
Penelope🌟🎉: @penelope-isabella
Esmeray: @local-child-of-hecate
Julia: @literarycrow
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angieschiffahoi · 2 years
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cassie and jenny get married in season two right?
just to make it official, cause they already are
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muffinsin · 2 months
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Hey Muffin! Ive had an idea for a while. Some CassxDonna goodness request ig, i dont fucking know how to request shit
I also have like this vison in my head of Donna working on a doll or some other commission. Like super stressed out cuz its not going just how she wants it*Perfectionist Donna ofc* And rambunctious Angie is being chased by Cassie, tryin to have her steer clear of Donna when she is working you know? But somehow Angie gets in and ofc breaks something *that Donna had just finished* Angie just giggles and runs out will Cass is like 0_0. Leaving Cass with a very very angry and rather pent up Donna who has been working countless hours, no sleep, and ofc that means no hot sex with her lover. SO how would Donna react to this? Lets say Cass has on one of the dresses donna hand made for her, maybe one of Donna's favorites.
I'd love to see ur HC's on this
-Flyin Rizz
This is interesting!👀 and would you look at that! Some Cassandra x Donna content! XD (No smut in this but some suggestive phrases here and there)
Let’s get into it!🙌
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It’s not uncommon for Donna to get very invested in her work. She crafts things on a daily basis, whether this is dolls, clothing, accessories, or toys
Everyone at the beneviento manor knows of her tendency to get really into her work, abandoning her regular sleeping schedule, most mealtimes and just about anything outside of her work until her piece of finished
In this case, a doll. A beautiful one, dressed in a light blue summer dress, according to the blueprints and sketches the dollmaker has messily drawn
Agatha, if Cassandra remembers correctly, a future play-partner for keeping Angie entertained
She, like all the dolls residing at Donna’s manor, is very much aware of how meticulous Donna works
And how badly she wants this doll in particular to be perfect
She brings her food and tea occasionally when she worries her lover gets too into her work, her posture straightening when Donna, even in her focused state, scolds her for the blood coating her and daring to slip down and mess the beautiful dress she is put in
While wearing her signature black dress at the castle and on hunts, her attire is quite different when visiting her girlfriend at her manor
The dress is to be discarded and replaced nearly immediately whenever she visits, instead replaced with one of the many Donna likes to craft for her
Whether light pink, lilac, yellow, red or white, they all share an older, more elegant aesthetic, so that Cassandra often feels as if dressed similarly, if not nearly the same way as most of the dolls sitting tight and proper for Donna
Not that this is entirely inaccurate in her case, in most scenarios
While Cassandra has learned not to disturb her girlfriend in such times, lest she wants to face dire consequences, Angie’s mindset is a little different
Fuelled by her excitement and anticipation of getting a new friend to play with, and her boredom stemming from Donna’s lack of attention during the many hours of the day she sits locked in the workshop, she likes to stir trouble
Trouble, which often consists of multiple things
1), to steal one of Cassandra’s weapons and force her to chase her about. Once or twice she has fallen for it and followed the mischievous doll outside, only to receive proper punishment after getting her dress muddy in the process
2), making a mess of the house and playing god while she watches other dolls clean it up again. She especially enjoys putting some of the blame on the Dimitrescu and watching her clean her mess off the counters, a sour grimace on her face
And lastly, a good old chase around the house, which usually, sadly, comes with many broken decorative plates, vases, flowerpots, paintings off the walls, and carpets curling in on themselves
Normally, Donna is capable of handling this. And normally, Cassandra couldn’t care less
However, with her girlfriend on edge after more than a week of intense working and perfecting her craft, restlessness and no true stress reliever, she knows it’s best not to test her
Naturally, Angie thinks differently
And as such Cassandra finds herself chasing after the little doll, frantically trying to keep the vases from tipping over and the paintings from falling from the walls
She chases her through the kitchen and dodges the many, tiny handfuls of flour thrown her way, yet when she reaches out to grab Angie, the doll only blows some of the flour in her face
And as such their chase continues
Down the halls, through the office where Cassandra throws herself against a wobbling shelf to keep it from falling
She knows, she would pay bitterly if Donna had to reorganise and put all the books and files back in
Yet, golden eyes widen when Angie nears the workshop. With a mischievous smile nonetheless
She slips through the small gap at the office, and Cassandra has no choice but to follow, swarming fast through the small tunnel and manifesting again at the other side. She barely still catches Angie’s veil as she rounds the corner
More and more, she catches up with each second
Then, she freezes when both of them stop dead in their tracks in front of the large, wooden doors leading into the workshop
“Angie!”, she hisses quietly, her hands fisting at the embarrassingly sweet dress she is put in
She doesn’t quite notice the state it’s in after her swarming through the dirty gap at the office, yet is soon about to find out about it
With wide, horrified eyes, she watches the door open just a crack for Angie to slip inside
Naturally, she follows
Her posture automatically straightens when she sees Donna across the room, her back turned to her and her fingers working meticulously on what seems to be the sketch of a dress
Cassandra gulps and hurries to the other side of the room when she sees Angie stand next to one of the dolls sitting on the shelf
It hasn’t get been brought to life, yet Cassandra knows it took her lover days to craft and paint it
As expected, it’s given a small push, and the brunette throws herself forwards to catch it. She sighs, her eyes closing for a mere moment when she manages to grasp the precious doll just before it hit the floor
Then, she flinches at the sound of broken porcelain. The torso, one of the few parts of the doll Donna has- after days- finished
Before she can act or even consider her next moves, the mischievous doll slips away behind the other dolls and Cassandra feels strong, thick vines shoot out from the plant pots next to her and tangle around her wrists, seemingly automatically
She hisses when her lower face is grabbed, then gasps upon realising her girlfriend stands in front of her, her free hand twitching in anger, her dark eye set on Cassandra
“I didn’t do it! It was A-AgnmMm!”
She can only whine and whimper pitifully when a slip of paper, the one containing scribblings of the dress, is crumpled and shoved in her mouth to gag her
Wide, dark golden eyes look up at a dark, nearly black one, as though begging for forgiveness. As though to protest: she didn’t do it!
Yet, there is one found. Donna is painfully riled up, and this seems to have simply pushed her over the edge
Cassandra’s shriek is muffled as dark, auburn hair is grabbed and used to yank her head to face Donna. She watches when the broken torso is raised to her face and whines in discomfort when its sharp edge is dragged alongside her cheek
For a moment, the dollmaker doesn’t talk. Her dark eye bores into Cassandra, her face sporting an angry frown
She whimpers when blood begins to drip from the cut and runs down her pale cheek. Before it can drip to the dirtied collar of her dress, however, it is caught with a fingertip
“Have you got any idea how long it took to craft this, doll?”
Her head spins at the low, raspy voice of her lover
All she can do is shake her head. With Angie gone and having left her in this compromising position, and the paper in her mouth keeping her shut up efficiently, she can only listen and whimper occasionally
Donna’s jaw clenches, and Cassandra jumps in surprise when the porcelain is dropped again
The vines around her wrists ease their hold, yet the one on her hair only tightens. She groans lowly when a skilled, pale hand wraps around her throat and strong, careful fingers dig into her neck
Perhaps, she shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. Yet, she can’t help it
She can’t help but melt into the touch, to push herself against the hand around her throat and to look through thick eyelashes to meet Donna’s dark eye with her golden ones
Then, she shrieks when the fingers suddenly yank her hair, tugging and yanking as though it was a leash making her follow like an obedient mutt
Naturally, Cassandra immediately attempts to protest and talk about the small doll when she is tugged along, across to the workbench and pushed hard against it
Of course, Donna has nothing of it
“You’re a brat today, doll... If you will not admit to your guilt, you will not talk at all”, she hisses
Her hair is released, and her eyes still follow every move of her lover’s skilled hands. Petite as they may look, she knows of the strength they possess, and the power they wield
Cassandra’s eyes widen in realisation when she finds her lover taking in her appearance
Her dress, so lovingly created, filthy of blood from her hunt and the dirt from the gap. Her face, partly covered in a fine layer of flour and blood, only adds to her messy state
She gulps when Donna’s hands grasp her collar tightly as it is cleaned. She is manoeuvred rather roughly, until some of the dirt is brushed off again at least
Her wrists are grabbed next, tightly and in a nearly bruising grip. Cassandra, was it not for the paper in her mouth, would grin widely at this
Ah, she loves the beautiful marks her lover leaves on her on a regular basis
“You’re filthy, doll”, Donna hisses, her low voice pulling Cassandra from her thoughts. “Must you always make a damn mess!”, she adds through gritted teeth
The Dimitrescu resists the urge to moan when her arms are tied by ribbons and yanked upwards
She is not treated sweetly or gently, and her body betrays her excitement regarding this
She knows, Donna too notices her rock hard nipples and quivering thighs
And she knows, having spent so much time among the plants at the manor, that her girlfriend is very well aware of the naughty thoughts and feelings she causes her to experience
Alas, it seems the dollmaker doesn’t yet grant her any of this special, painful kind of pleasure. Cassandra could whine in irritation at this
She watches her girlfriend move the tied hands to the hooks meant to hold and lift dolls, then gulps when a hand is held in front of her stretched mouth
Her arms are tied securely and held above her head, and with her legs spread slightly to allow her to sit comfortably with Donna’s body between her knees, she has almost difficulty adjusting to feeling this exposed
Not that it’s new, really
The underside of her chin is tapped impatiently, before Donna holds out her palm again
“Out with it. But I better not hear a thing from you, doll. You’ll start earning your right to talk back by helping me.”, she clarifies
Submitting to the obvious command, Cassandra’s lips spread apart wider and she allows the wet, crumpled paper to fall back out of her mouth
She stays silent, as commanded. She truly tries to
For a mere moment, that is, until she spots the mischievous doll that seems to take immense pleasure from getting her in trouble
“There! It’s he-MGM! Mhmm!”, Cassandra’s eyes are wide when a hand is clasped over her mouth, golden orbs flickering to Angie’s mocking face on the shelf behind Donna
Another hand shoots to her throat, and all she can do is whimper breathlessly when warm breath hits her skin and soft lips move across her jawline
“Did I not say, not. a. word?”, she hisses, each word delivered with a squeeze of Cassandra’s throat
The woman moans shamelessly at this, her eyes pressing shut and her thighs pushing together
With a proper squeeze of her neck, she whines. She feels lightheaded for a mere moment
Then, she whimpers when her lover leans in, her lips and teeth ghosting over her neck, all the way up to her ear
“What was that, doll? Must I put you in your place again?”
She shakes her head quickly, as though overly aware of the beautiful, carefully placed mark of the beneviento symbol carved into her back
The mere feel and thought of it has her attempt to subtly rub her thighs together
She wonders; if only she acts out enough, will Donna renew it for her?
“That’s what I thought, principessa”, the older woman husks out, and again she feels as though her head is spinning from her words
She shivers when the dress is peeled off her, Donna’s hands careful and precise in their movements
“If you’re so keen on sabotaging my work and setting me back-“, Cassandra attempts to protest at this, blame the doll, but at another squeeze of her throat, all her words die on her tongue and only a throaty groan slips out
Donna’s expression turns almost sour at her repeated misbehavior, before she closes her eye for a moment
Upon opening it again, she smiles
“You will be of good use to me, doll”, she whispers
Cassandra tries her best to stay quiet as the woman moves from her, golden eyes following her strong, veiny hands and slender fingers as they shimmer over her workspace
Scattered on the table are scissors, ribbons, wood and porcelain dolls, knives and sewing needles, and much more Cassandra can’t quite catch a glimpse of
She tenses when she hears a breathy chuckle from Donna. The woman’s back is turned to her as she organises her desk, yet Cassandra hears the smile in her voice as she talks lowly
“Seeing as you are so keen on setting me back, you will make up for the lost progress”
For a moment, she doesn’t understand
How can she make up for it? Cassandra doesn’t know how to sew, or craft dolls. Nor is she about to learn it
When Donna holds up her sketches however, realisation dawns on her
She practically sees the gears moving in her girlfriend’s head, her mind coming up with a punishment fit for “her” crime
She knows, her girlfriend is already calculating the amount of fabric and time she will need to craft the light blue dress in Cassandra’s size, rather than the doll Agatha’s
Yet, when her lips part to protest and blame Angie yet again, she feels a hand slap over her mouth again
She jumps at this, not ever used to her girlfriend simply turning and moving in the span of seconds
Donna hums as she regards the tied and bratty woman in front of her
“Whatever will I do to you?”, she hums, a smirk curling on her lips that makes the brunette Dimitrescu’s thighs push together and has goosebumps overtake her pale skin
“Hey! Fly face! Here!”
Cassandra groans, a bright pink blush on her face as she pours some more tea into the doll’s cup
Really, she wouldn’t do such a thing, participate in such a tea party with the doll, if it wasn’t for the tight collar hugging throat and Donna’s watchful eye on her
Both serve as a reminder to do well, she knows
The dress she’s put in is tight, yet elegant and fits her well
She’s careful not to dirty it with every move, and can’t help but bite her lip to hide a grin whenever she is praised for just that
Longingly, she stares at the doll, Agatha, laying unfinished on her girlfriend’s table
How much longer will she need to endure such humiliation of being Angie’s “doll” friend? Dressed up sweetly and made to serve tea and biscuits to the doll and Donna herself, all for something she didn’t commit in the first place!
Yet, the doll, Agatha, is hardly finished. Not even nearly done, even
It seems, Donna is taking her sweet time finishing her
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sicklegirlvanna · 5 months
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(Sonya picking at her food like a child)
(The 3 girls shoving food in their mouths)
(Donna eating cranberry sauce out of the can)
(Cassie taking 500 pictures of her food)
(Moreau crying cause miranda didn't say she was thankful for creating him)
(Miranda and savannah yanking at a whish bone and savannah cackling cause she got the bigger part)
(Karl and alcina arguing about Karl's runny deviled eggs)
(and Johnny and angie fighting about the reasons why rasins aren't allowed in potato salad)
Sonya:can't we just at least have Thanksgiving in peace
Happy Thanksgiving guys
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Marvel Women as The Tortured Poet's Department + Anthology Songs
Valkyrie: Fortnight
Peggy: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
Jane: Down Bad
Simmons: Fresh Out The Slammer
Melina: Florida!!!
Wanda: Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?
Pepper: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
Gamora: loml
Natasha: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart
Carol: The Alchemy
Kate: Clara Bow
Maria Rambeau: The Black Dog
Dottie: imgonnagetyouback
Bobbi: The Albatross
Daisy: Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus
Kamala: I Hate It Here
Angie: I Look In People's Windows
Nakia: Cassandra
MJ: Peter
May: The Bolter
Cassie: Robin
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vampseraph · 26 days
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oough i saw you did len npts so could you pleeeeeasee do kagemine rin npts im begginnggggg.....
kagamine rin npts!
names
rin, ren, ivy, ada, ami, joy, may, eve, vee, via, thea, kiki, kira, ky, riri, ellie, kitty, kat, charlise, lily, lola, fini, annie, tori, cassie, allie, fifi, angie, lynne, rory, mimi, ori
2. pronouns
mi/mirror, joy/joys, en/energy, bow/bows, ri/ribbon, twi/twin, echo/echos, ora/oran, sing/sings, idol/idols, right/rights, note/notes, pop/pops, elec/electric, sun/suns, hap/happy
3. titles
the cheerful idol, the energetic android, prn who wears a bow, the mirror image, the twin sister, the virtual singer, the virtual idol, prn who sings, the singer
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