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matchamabs · 2 days ago
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im slowly turning my drawing of the lords as kids into an au n ngl its mostly a reason to draw them in period accurate clothing but i can get so dark with this so im excited,,,,  for now i wanted to draw them doing smth happy so they’re at the beach (but it wont last long >:3c)
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rdlesbiantrash · 2 days ago
alcina: you have been gone for 78 days where have you been?
y/n: i went to the kitchen, kinda got sidetracked, kinda got lost. but i brought you back an apple :)
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homoo-wan-kenobi · a day ago
you: *sleeping soundly*
alcina: *crashes into something*
you: *still sleeping soundly*
alcina: *banging pots and pans*
you: *still sleeping soundly*
alcina, whispering: I'm going to turn you into wine
you: *still sleeping soundly*
alcina, sighing: I'm giving the [insert pet of choice] away
you: *gasping awake with wide eyes* you wouldn't dare
alcina: now that you're awake. why didn't the vampire like taylor swift??
you: I don't know, why didn't the vampire like taylor swift??
alcina: because she had bad blood 💀😭😭
you: 🙃
alcina: ......
you: .......
alcina: .......
you: I'm going back to sleep 😐
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asmosbabymama · a day ago
alcina: so…what is it that you’re working on at heisenberg’s?
y/n: working on? am i supposed to be tinkering around over there or something?
alcina: no, karl just mentioned you wanted to give me something. a machine perhaps?
y/n, throughly confused: a machine?
alcina: yes. a…what did he call it? a gg3000?
y/n: a what now? a gg…3000?
y/n: you mean A GAWK GAWK 3000??
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I finished sketch with Lady D playing cello and my friend coloured it :'3
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There some others sketches including Dimitrescu daughters
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And coloured art of my character
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dimitrescs · 2 days ago
Her: F̶̺̈́̂́ͅL̵̠̺̈́͑̑̍̔E̸͖̻̫͎͓͑͋̈́̌̕S̵̬͇̘̪̝̓̚H̷̲͈͛̍̋.̴̳̩̣̺͓͂...̷̫̯̱̃͝ ̸̨̨̭͙̙͛́͋B̷̧̈́͊͐̌Ŏ̸̦̩̹ͅN̷̬̲̿͂̕E̴̲͙̜̺̎̈́͒́͛͜Ş̶̫͍́.̷̧̯̠̠̋̀́̕. ̵͖͇̊̕Ỉ̵̦̫̞ ̶͇̟̀̇W̶̟̪̺͊̒̈I̷̢̗͒̎͝L̷̫͖̮̿L̷̡̨̫̣̜̈́͛̒̕ ̷̣͂̄̍̓͝D̸̘͇̮̋Ē̵͖̰͆̉͊͝Ṿ̶͖̾͌̈́̔̇O̴̱͌̈́U̸̠̺͇͖̚ͅŔ̷̙̠̖̦̈́ ̸̩͚͎̈̐͊̚A̷͗̈͒ͅL̵̯͚̤̙̑͐̀̀L̴̛̹͕̈̑ ̶̼͊Ő̶̪̟̠̪̱̒͗͊̊F̸̡̗̊̃͆ ̴̙̦̠͚̫̍̾Y̷̻̺̋̌ͅǪ̸̨̩́̇̕͝U̷͕̅͑͌͗͘
me: oop  !! okie 😳❤️
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melissarthomson · 2 days ago
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How? How? How?? Karl is the hardest for me to draw and I’m compelled to just draw him in my cartoon style forever…
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matchamabs · 12 hours ago
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baby donna has the vibes of those 2 year olds whose favourite toys are like halloween figures or ugly baby dolls
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cookiekitten91 · a day ago
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Paula, Bekka, and Andi are looking for Beladonna art with these 3 so I made this quick concept sketch of what I’m trying to achieve. I have no idea if I can make the finished version in the timeframe they’re aiming for but this will be good practice if nothing else, since I haven’t been drawing much lately.
Unfortunately as soon as I leave the sketch stage it’s like activating the self destruct button, I’m just not very good at producing finished looking art lmao 🥲
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homoo-wan-kenobi · a day ago
imagine licking blood off of alcina.... like you just watched her brutally murder someone so she has blood all over her and you just can't help yourself, she just looks incredibly hot with blood all over her, her hair all messed up, her makeup smudged, her dressed torn a bit.... yeah, I'm going to go to work now, bye 😅
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greycosmos · 2 days ago
From Whence You Came - Lady Dimitrescu x Female Reader [1/?]
Summary: Lady Dimitrescu has her interest piqued after decades of stagnant immortality by a young maiden who appears at Castle Dimitrescu at the perfect time.
Cw: Mentions of blood, Minor character death.
Word Count: 2277.
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A bleak winter reigned over the village, every inch of ground smothered in a thick layer of snow. Castle Dimitrescu was well prepared for the fraught weather, warmth emanating from a crackling fire inside, each room adorned with burning candles. Hasty footfalls sounded without respite as maidens tended to their duties, arms laden with hefty logs and fresh taper candles to preserve the heat. The residual scent of smoke hung in the air, only aided by the tobacco that the Lady smoked before the vanity, her bright eyes regarding herself in the mirror before her. Blackness invaded through the large windows beside her, the drapes yet to be drawn as she adjusted her hat and departed in search of the roaring fire.
A soft smile found home upon the Lady’s lips as she caught sight of the fireplace, her daughters huddled closely around it with their palms outstretched. An orange glow claimed the room in its entirety, the firelight illuminating the gold embellishments that existed upon the surrounding walls. The Lady found refuge in an emerald armchair, a chasm of silence occurring as she inhaled the remnants of the cigarette that was suspended from its holder. Time seemed to hang in the balance as the Lady basked in the quietness until reality infiltrated once more, the tranquility soon lost amongst the footsteps that re-emerged. Gloved hands reached outwards with their sights set on a little silver bell that rested atop the small table beside the Lady, an eerie chime sounding as she shook it. And without a single minute having passed, a young maiden appeared in the doorway, her feet teetering on the threshold as she prepared to receive an order.
“What can I get for you, my Lady?” the maiden asked, blind fear lurking behind the faux confidence that she had enlisted.
The Lady turned slowly to acknowledge her, low murmurs exiting from the mouths of her daughters as they bared their teeth in playful provocation of her, just to see the poor woman squirm. Little effort was needed as the woman shuffled nervously in place, her gaze averted from her antagonists and focused tentatively upon the Lady.
“A bottle of wine,” the Lady replied, stoically, a cautionary glare thrown towards her snickering daughters.
“And one for us!” Bela exclaimed, high-pitched giggles prevailing as their mother rolled her eyes subtly in dismay.
The maiden stood quietly, her teeth gnawing at the skin of her lips as she attempted to keep her bewilderment contained. Her eyes found the Lady’s, a silent plea exuding as she waited helplessly for some form of clarification in the knowledge that her daughters tended to bring mischief wherever they went. In fact, they thrived from it.
“Just one,” the Lady reiterated, earning a sigh of disapproval from Bela as the maiden nodded quickly and left as hastily as she had arrived.
“But Mother-”
The Lady held up a lone digit and observed as Bela’s words fizzled out into silence, the sentence failing to reach its conclusion.
“My precious daughters,” she drawled, the chastising undertones not lost on the three women as they stilled in anticipation. “My wine cellar has never seen such depletion.”
Sheepish grins instantly plagued their faces, heads bowed lightly in the shame of being caught by their mother. Winter had brought with it the misfortune of a dwindling blood supply, no guests having braved the journey to the castle in recent times in fear of finding death along the way. It was brutal, but no more so than the inevitable fate that would greet them behind the castle doors.
“We’re sorry, Mother,” the women chanted in unison, a knowing sigh escaping the Lady as she noticed their contrite expressions.
A sharp pang of empathy shot through the Lady and implanted itself like cadou, blossoming until it infected her in its entirety. Her daughters were her lifeblood and she could not bear the displeasure of watching them go hungry. Silence descended, only to be disturbed by the clamouring of a bottle of Sanguis Virginis perched upon a silver tray. Gently, the maiden set it atop the table for the Lady, before scuttling away to continue the list of duties that had been outlined for her to complete. The Lady paused for a second before lifting the bottle to her rouged lips and sipping at its contents with a satisfied hum. Her moment of pleasure was stymied greatly by the feeling of her daughters eyeing the bottle, guilt enclosing around her as she halted her exertions. An air of contemplation claimed her all of a sudden, her gaze flitting over to regard her daughters once more as that flare of protectiveness erupted once more. All three were gaunt, the Lady having never seen them in such a condition before as the winter began to take its toll, unyielding and unkind.
“You can have the maiden,” the Lady blurted, conviction wavering within her voice as the decision solidified almost as an afterthought. “But you’d better clean up after yourselves, do you understand?”
All three pairs of eyes sparkled with unrivalled excitement, their eagerness bursting as they scrambled to their feet and disappeared into levitating swarms of black flies. The sacrifice seemed mindless when the Lady caught a glimpse of her daughter's happiness, though inwardly, she knew that struggle lay ahead. The Lady smiled to herself as she heard them traverse the castle, shrill laughter filling the entire vicinity for the first time in weeks. A series of blood-curdling screams sounded, stifled considerably by the laughter that continued to roar. The Lady readjusted in her chair, her lips occupied again by the wine bottle as she gulped audibly, the atrocities that her daughters were committing soon forgotten as the shrieks ebbed out into an unnerving silence. Of course, the older woman was unfazed, merely enjoying the warmth of the fire lapping against her cool skin. And as she drained the bottle of its dregs, her thirst far from quenched, a fist pummelled against the main door and piqued her interest with immediacy.
The Lady was suspicious to say the least, midnight long gone by this time. Curiosity seemingly got the better of her, the blood she had just consumed fuelling her with a new lease of life as she dared to creak the door until it was slightly ajar. One citrine orb peered out from the crack, widening when she caught sight of a shivering young woman, snowflakes speckled all over her clothes and face. Tremors held her hostage, her teeth chattering as she stared up at the towering woman, blinking rapidly as she noticed the sheer size of her. The Lady’s gaze flitted to the landscapes beyond her, surveying to see if the woman had made the journey alone and to her surprise, it appeared as though she had. It was a miracle that she had even survived the trek, but by the looks of it, further exposure to the cold was sure to end in grave consequences.
“Such a small little thing,” the Lady noted as she peered down at the young woman. “How did you end up here of all places?”
“I came from the stronghold,” the young woman muttered, her voice barely audible due to the obstruction of the shivers that seemed to muffle her. “It was overrun by lycans.”
The Lady quirked an eyebrow, slightly impressed by the young woman’s survival instincts as she appeared relatively unscathed by the ordeal.
“I ran,” the woman continued, her breathing uneven. “I kept going until I saw the light from your castle.”
Lady Dimitrescu nodded slowly, her mind jostling with options as to what to do with the unexpected guest. She studied the young woman intricately, her piercing eyes almost pinning the Lady in place for a moment. It had been some years since the woman had felt a semblance of a spark inside of her, deficient of longing or so she had thought. But when her eyes passed over the paling lips of the woman before her, a powerful intrigue took hold of her and she found herself taken by the beauty and innocence therein.
“I’m sorry,” the Lady apologised, though her tone was far from contrite. “There is no place for you here.”
The foreign feeling took the Lady by surprise as she fought avidly against it, frozen until she began to close the door out of terror. Despite the Lady’s unrivalled strength, the young woman dared to place her foot between the threshold, inhibiting the Lady’s plan to cast her back out into the winter night.
“Please,” the woman begged, her voice on the verge of cracking. “I’ll catch my death out here.”
A chuckle emanated from behind the door as it slowly swung open once more, the Lady's expression barren of any notable emotion as she took a step towards the woman and caused her to stumble backwards in fright.
“And what makes you think you’ll be better off inside of this castle?” the Lady mused, her eyebrows raised upwards and her gaze unwavering.
“I…” the young woman faltered, her mouth agape though words failed to arrive.
Lady Dimitrescu’s smug smile never left her and for a moment, the young woman began to believe that her request was truly being considered.
“You are not my responsibility,” the Lady noted, bluntly. “Besides, your naivety won’t survive House Dimitrescu, I can assure that much.”
And with that, the Lady pressed the door to a close. She did not wait to hear any further protests from the young woman, though she swore she could hear her avid pleas despite the mitigation of the thick door that stood between them. The Lady exhaled loudly as she gathered herself, an air of regret breezing over her as she departed from the main entryway, her sights set on finding her daughters. Within her chest, the ice that enclosed her heart underwent the slightest of thawing, but it was more than could be said for the past several decades. And admittedly, it scared her.
A long trail of crimson blood led the Lady to her daughters with ease, scampering to their feet when their mother approached. Their eyes grew wide, their mother’s following suit as she acknowledged that the floor was strewn with the bodies of both of the house’s maidens. The Lady grunted angrily, her eyes screwed shut for a second as she fought to keep her anger contained within its confinements.
“I did not permit this,” the Lady flared, her lips pursed in fury as she cast her gaze over the second maiden, bite marks scattered all over her and a particularly deep one etched atop her jugular.
Her limbs were lifeless as the Lady examined them, merely flopping to the floor beneath when she released them from her grasp. There was no doubt in her mind that she was dead, her daughters having drained the young maiden of all that she had.
“She let the fire go out, Mother,” Cassandra growled, her lips and chin still wet with fresh blood as her jaw tightened in defence. “We could have died.”
The Lady contemplated for a second until she noticed the temperature within the castle walls had in fact plummeted, slowly beginning to mirror that of the outside. She knew that Cassandra was telling the truth, yet it didn’t seem to neutralise the frustration that plagued her. Bela’s hand found itself upon her sister’s shoulder in the hopes of diminishing her anger to no avail as the younger flinched away petulantly and tossed a biting glare.
“Dispose of them at once,” the Lady ordered, her exasperation evident as the words exited her lips. She watched on intently as her daughters complied without uttering a word, dragging the bodies away as instructed.
The Lady’s fingers found her temples, massaging lightly as the stress constricted her skull with vigour, her options limited as she realised that the castle lacked any staff at all. Her eyes found the door again, the door which she now prayed would reveal the young woman still awaiting her. The Lady descended the staircase in haste, her breath caught in her throat as she dared to pull open the door once more, an overwhelming sense of relief washing over as she saw the shivering mess of a woman perched upon the doorstep. A shockwave ricocheted down the Lady’s spine as the young woman craned to meet her gaze, her eyes glossed with tears that were bound to freeze over should she be forsaken again. This time, the Lady had no intention of abandoning her.
“It appears as though a vacancy has been made available,” the Lady informed, her eyes softening lightly as pity began to infiltrate.
She extended a glove-enclosed hand and offered it towards the minuscule woman, hoping that the gesture would be well received.
“Alcina Dimitrescu, Lady of the house,” she spoke, a warmth finding home within her when the young woman accepted, despite their less than cordial encounter earlier. “And you are?”
The young woman held onto the Lady’s hand as if it was her only lifeline, a tiny smile hidden by the thick fabric of her scarf.
“Y/N,” she introduced, her voice small as she acknowledged the sheer size of the hand in which held her own, her gaze falling to the floor, a combination of shyness and intimidation engulfing her.
Mindlessly, the Lady lifted the younger’s chin with a sole finger, forcing their eyes to reconnect as she drank in the sight of her.
“Such a beautiful name,” the Lady purred as she stepped aside to grant the young woman the access to the castle that she had been wanting. “You’d better come inside.”
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knightlynight · a day ago
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Some Heisenberg drawing for the spooky season!! I loved this character in village and I really hope the dlc has to do with him!⚙️🔨
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xang-yyumi · 9 hours ago
Little sketches :) haven't posted in a long looking time
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Uncensored version on my twitter
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