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lae'zels cute lil Teefies. you agree. reblog.

#lae'zel ghostwrote this #bg3

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through autism and necromancy everything is possible

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also just thought of something: these herbos destroyed their makeout/private spot (the farmhouse) now where are they gonna go to avoid being bothered by nosy friends or sisters?!

I'm answering all these in one post so I don't spam xx

1/2 muahahahaha glad you liked it! And you know what!

If u have any drabble requests (it won't be over 1k probably) for cass or any of the dims and donna feel free to give us a shout! I'm trying to get back into the rhythm of writing lol I will give u Ur Cass pov if u tell me what you want her to be viewing! Also the maids fine probably Cass got her in the shoulder she's one of the lucky ones.

3/HERBOS I LOVE IT

The privacy aspect is absolutely for readers benefit because, once comfortable, Cassandra will have absolutely no problem sticking her tongue down your throat at any given time. Walking down a hallway? Breakfast with her family? Hunting a maid? All at smooch o'clock. your lucky if you make it to her room tbh.

I could see Cassandra being the daughter to instate an almost sock on the door handle scenario where if u see it DO NOT COME IN YES DANI EVEN YOU LEAVE but also her sisters would never listen so like what's the point rlly.

#anon #itth au #is now the official tag #also if anyone else has a request! no promises it will be good but i will try!

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Oh so you're always lurking in tags? :3c excellent cause now i can plague u with the thought that has been plauging me which is when after Cass got the "you can keep her letter" im picturing in her sad moments hugging the water bottle her beloved gave her, absolutely heartbroken, imagining the warmth radiating from it is her body.

HEY BUD HEY PAL??

OW.

Sweet Cassandra, who'd only gotten the opportunity to hold you once before, believing that she'd somehow ruined it. Baby girls got enhanced senses so it probably smelt like you for a while, she'd refuse to let anyone touch it until the smell had fully vanished much to Bela's chagrin because Cassandra, ew, it's gross let the maids wash it.

Have you considered though, my friend, angry Cassandra?

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The dagger pierced her bedroom door.

You can keep her 

She grit her teeth as she exploded into her flurry, yanking the blade from the door and returning to her spot on the other side of her room.

You can keep her.

How dare she? 

Another thud. More wood chipped away as she pulled the blade this time.

You can keep her.

It must be Bela's fault. Those stupid flowers that her sister was always rattling on about; they must've been ugly. Or smelt bad. Cassandra didn't know, she didn't really find any kind of flora beautiful, but-

Thud. 

Pull.

What else could it be? 

You can keep her.

The message was about Denisa, obviously. The bitch who'd only been allowed to remain working, remain living, here by your mercy. 

You didn't want her dead yet. So she wasn't dead.

Cassandra did everything right.

Thud.

Pull.

Did you want Denisa dead? She'd kill her for you. Sure, you'd both had a plan, but Cassandra had no problem engaging in a premature hunt.

You can keep her.

Why would Cassandra want her? She had you.

Didn't she?

Thud.

Pull.

Mother would have to get her a new door.

Thud.

Pull.

Why did you send back your gift? 

That was what was bothering her the most. You'd said you liked it, You called it stunning.

Cassandra had just finished the scabbard. It was ready. She's going to send it with her next letter.

Were you mad that it took so long? She had other responsibilities. You'd always understood that before.

Cassandra stared at the dagger. The blade had significantly dulled over her continued target practice. She flipped it upwards, catching it easily. It was an amazing make, regardless. She'd done an exceptional job.

What was your problem?

A growl escaped her.

Thud.

Squelch.

A scream.

Whoops.

Cassandra just stared at the maid who was foolish enough to open her door, teeth bared. Did people not fucking knock anymore?

She stormed over to the blubbering maid, yanking out the dagger with no hesitation and paying no mind to the girl's shriek of pain. 

Stupid maids. 

Stupid everything.

Stupid Cassandra. She'd been too slow again. Stupid Cassandra had missed something and she had no way of figuring out what until you got in touch again.

You would write again, wouldn't you?

Another maid appeared at the doorway. 

"Get her out of my sight."

"Immediately, my lady." The second maid tugged her co-worker away, hushing her sobs. 

Cassandra waited for silence to reign again before sighing. What more could she do? She was stuck.

Realising the door was still ajar she rolled her eyes. That's two maids who'd be meeting her worktable. 

Just as she went to close the door she noticed something on the floor, wrapped in a thin grey towel. She could feel the warmth before she touched it, cradling it close.

Right. She'd sent a maid to heat it.

She turned the hot water bottle around.

A drop of blood was soaked into the towel.

Growling, Cassandra slammed the door shut.

And opened it again.

And slammed it shut.

And opened it again.

And again.

And again.

"Cassandra!"

The brunette paused, the ruins of her bedroom door surrounding her, her breathing ragged.

She wiped her face, surprised by the moisture.

Oh.

She's crying.

When did she last do that?

"Come here, now."

Cassandra's face turned to stone. She turned to the window, her only protection from the flurry of snow outside.

You can keep her.

She sneered.

"Yes, mother!"

#my writing #im talking to her #anon #cassandra dimitrescu #i wrote this on mobile so it's not gonna be great

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#YOOO #a genius #elden ring #fe3h

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Cass fic 2 electric boogaloo????? LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO also glad to see u back :3 u went silent for a while there

YH BUDDYYY

OKAY SO THE THING IS I am always here but I'm v rarely on my dashboard I'm usually deep in tags and also playing elden ring but glad to be posting lol Ty Ty<3

I'm sure when dlc is announced my re8 fervour will return full force but rn I gotta push myself into it which is never good from a content perspective yknow

V excited bout my plans for the Cass sequel tho so fingers crossed my brain will let me work on that!

#also i believe ive mentioned the adhd b4 honestly i was doomed from the start #anon

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i have been in such eld3n ring (dont want it in the search bar) brainrot but i want to reassure you that things ARE INDEED HAPPENING

just extremely slowly

#SAME WITH THE DANI FIC DONT GIVE UP I NEED U 2 BELIEVE

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elden ring bosses but i covered up their nasty little toes

much better (warm up sketches lol. tell me ur fav<3)

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Also I had a thought last night before going to bed that ur fic made me think of. That perhaps it's not bold people that Cass is attracted to- Well she is. She probs finds it hot. But bold people tend to be honest, and, most of all. Genuine. It's people who are genuine with her that she emotionally connects with. And reader in ur fic is very genuine and open with Cassandra which just. Drops Casse's guard and allows her to be open in return. (and open to love and be loved :) )

YES YES DELIGHTFUL

I think a large part of it is, more than the other daughters, Cassandra sees people as prey. And she knows how prey works, the right time of day to find them, when they eat, how they react to certain stimulus like losing a limb etc.

When someone deviates from that there's always a part of her thats like 'okay time to examine' because she's internally working out a new hunting pattern for this new variation of prey. And you deviate so much with your openness and almost naive ability to care despite everything that she has to look at you from an entirely new lense to try and figure you out and that's when it happens.

It's almost like a "fish are friends not food" moment.

Also, if I could be angsty for a moment, it's probably how Denisa managed to attract her too. Most maids are terrified but with her plan Deni would've gone out of her way to deviate and sweet baby Cass would've noticed.

#also boop i saw ur new comment im glad ur still around #boop anon #my writing #cassandra dimitrescu

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Oh btw i hope tht when i copied n pasted multiple sentences/paragraphs at once it didnt bother u

I don't mind at all I liked the in-depth analysis! You could've annotated the entire word 13k document and I would've been thrilled!

(also I'm not ignoring the other ask I'm gonna get round to it when my brain is switched on)

#i havent been on sorry idk when u sent this ive been ill #anon

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I had to punch myself for this one, it's just them! Having a tea ✨party✨

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it's so funny how half of us are like "food is sacred and the kitchen is holy ground. to break bread with others is inherently sacrament" and the other half of us are like "my villain origin story is someone looked at me when i was in the kitchen"

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i'm not sympathizing with that character i'm sexualizing them get it right

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AM ANGY. IT WONT LET ME SEND THE REST OF MY MESSAGES!! STILL!! it just keeps cutting off a HUGE chunk off what ive written :(

NOO BOOP DONT BE ANGY

idk what to suggest dove but the fact that these paragraphs exist out there means a lot to me regardless of if I read them x

ALSO in regards to the other message do u want me to delete the duplicates?

#anon #<3

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i am trying to send u my long comments but.... not letting me :(

HWAT NO MY DARLING WHY

is this you in the fic comments doing a university style fucking cross examination cuz I'm literally tearing up (in a good way) and cackling (also in a good way)

#anon #it is every fic writers dream that someone will go into their comments and do a step by step essay i ADORE it

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How about a good ol' round of fisticuffs? also im planning to write a long wall of text after my.... 7th.. reread?? I think it's at now. I saw in your previous posts you were originally planning to make this a cass pov fic.. i.. dont suppose.. you still... have some cass pov layin around somewhere...

it's going down, I'm yelling timber

BUD seven times?? i'm sorry for the cass drought u seem to be in i would adore a wall of text tho pop off

now allow ME to do a wall of text x

you are correct i'm talking to her was originally going to be a completely different fcassxreader fic in cass' pov with her struggling with middle child syndrome and then finding an escape (it u) before confronting her family over their treatment of her.

it's a different fic now because the og one didn't have a cheating plot it was just you on a farm and then I got mad about how some folks write cheating fics because there never seemed to be enough anger?? maybe im just an angry person idk

ANYWAY because you're so nice and I have the beginning of that other fic lying around you can have it as a sort of promo/teaser should i ever finish it

2k+ words

The inherent trauma of being the middle child can never be overlooked, even in families as bonded as the Dimitrescu.

Perhaps if Cassandra’s mother had an older sibling, she would’ve understood how she felt. She wouldn’t hold Cassandra to higher expectations and that would free her from the inevitable disappointment when Cassandra didn’t, or sometimes couldn’t, live up to her beliefs. But, alas, Cassandra’s mother was the eldest child, in every form of family she’d had. She could never understand the pressure that Cassandra was placed under. Nor could her sisters.

The problem was those pesky expectations. Cassandra wasn’t as trusted as Bela, her mother’s heir apparent. She would never be left in-charge of the Dimitrescu estate, never allowed to meet with the other Lords or handle the business side of the family. She would never be allowed to shadow her mother the way that Bela does, to know what mother tells Bela in those secret meetings they have, something that her elder sister loves to hold over her head. If Cassandra were to even try and talk to the blonde about it, she’d scoff and rattle of her own list of responsibilities and make comments about how Cassandra ‘didn’t know pressure’.

Cassandra would never be as free as Daniela. To be fair to her baby sister, Dani couldn’t help her freedom. Her mind wouldn’t let her focus on one thing for too long, making her unable to handle anything on the business side. They knew that bothered Dani so, in an effort to make her feel better, mother had skipped over Cassandra and made Daniela the one in charge of the house. Her job was simple supposedly, keep the maids in check and make sure the house is secure. Simple, for anyone else. But, as explained, Daniela struggled with keeping her mind on one thing, leaving her work undone. And, as Bela was with mother, it fell to her to ensure the redhead completed it. And, if she didn’t, her mother would blame Cassandra for not keeping her on task. Like Cassandra wasn’t busy with her own work, doing experiments for Mother Miranda on the order of her own mother that always came back meaningless. Like she wasn’t in charge of extracting information from village upstarts and making sure they had enough blood to fill the kegs with wine, hunting and keeping meat in their bellies when human flesh wasn’t available. If Cassandra didn’t do these tasks, the family would fail.

Can I not trust you to handle this one thing, Cassandra?

Mother Miranda expects results Cassandra.

You always were the slowest, Cassandra.

She never doubted her families love and yet, Cassandra wanted what her sisters had. Trust and freedom. Respect. To have someone recognise everything she does and is capable of without comparing her to someone else. It was something she craved and yet was sure she would never obtain.

And then, on a warm day late spring, a maid escaped.

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Cassandra, darling, can you not even handle one maid?

That’s what had set Cassandra off today. She hadn’t even allowed her mother to finish her command before she swarmed away from her mother and exploded out of the castle’s front doors, desperate to find the maid that had escaped hours before.

Cassandra should’ve known. She’d seen the wide-eyed look in the girl’s eyes when Daniela had torn out the throat of her roommate. She’d mistaken it for the usual fear at the time, but she should have been able to recognise the fear for what it was. Not a resigned, her life ends here fear but a wily, rat-trapped-in-a-cage type of fear. She’d allowed the maid to return to her room without even a threatening sneer, and now the maid had escaped.

Which led to this moment, with Cassandra thundering through the woods and fields surrounding the castle, the mid-summer heat beating against her skin in a way that she’d usually savour but now just annoyed her as she tracked the maid. She was the best tracker in the family, not that anyone noticed or cared. The maids of Castle Dimitrescu were given a specific scent of soap and perfume that made them easy to track should this very event occur. The only reason it had taken so long was that it had taken hours for Daniela to notice that someone was missing.

She was begrudgingly impressed with how far the maid had gotten. Cassandra wondered if the maid had heard about the families tracking abilities as it seemed like Cassandra had been over this certain farm area three times now. No matter, she supposed. She’d find the maid eventually. Summer allowed her all the time in the world to hunt without her body quitting on her.

It felt like hours when she finally caught scent of something. Cassandra inhaled deeply, a cocky smirk edging onto her lips.

Blood.

Human blood.

She knew the maid would slip up eventually she thought to herself as she changed directions and began following the metallic scent. She was in a tiny black and white maids outfit running through thorn infested woods and barbed wire guarded farms, the fact that she’d gone this long without wounding herself was something of an achievement. Cassandra supposed if nothing, the maid had given her a good chase. One of the best she’d had in a while, actually. Perhaps she’d grant her a quick death.

The brunette stopped on the edge of one of the smaller farms. It contained a decrepit looking farmhouse, a tiny chicken coop beside an equally tiny barn and quite possibly the smallest crop field she’d ever seen. Cassandra couldn’t even call it a field; it was basically an overgrown garden. She studied the farm for a few minutes, twirling her scythe in one hand as she waited for the maid to show herself. She had to be here, the scent was strong.

Finally, Cassandra saw a figure walking around the back of the barn. With no hesitation she took off, swarming around the woman. She shoved them up against the barn wall as she reformed, her scythe already poised at their throat. She felt something splash against her leg.

“Well, well, look who we have-“ Cassandra looked into your wide eyes and froze, her earlier confidence dropping like an apple. Shit. She gave you a once over, noting the fresh cut on your hand. Probably from a farm tool.

Fuck.

You weren’t the maid.

She glanced down at your chest with something of a smirk.

You definitely weren’t the maid.

Cassandra watched as your mouth contorted, your previously gaping expression replaced with a snarl. “Let me go! Who are you?”

Well. That just won’t do.

“Someone-“ She pressed her scythe closer to your neck as she pressed you against the barn door. She could feel your breath stutter. “-that you should speak to without more respect, little girl.” She spat. “Especially considering you’ve ruined the hunt.”

You swallowed, her scythe bobbing with the movement of your throat. “It’s not my fault you’re hunting in the wrong place.” You gasped out. “There’s not even any game around here!”

“Not your kind of game, no.” Cassandra hummed before blinking. Something incredibly wet was on her ankle. She looked down and gasped at the white liquid that puddled on the ground. “You stupid woman!” She pulled away from you. You fell to the ground with a thud as Cassandra leapt away, spinning in a wayward attempt to dry herself. “You’ve gotten milk on my dress!”

“You got milk on your dress when you attacked me! If anything, I should charge you!” You cursed from the ground, cradling your still injured hand. “That’s ten lei worth of milk, wasted!”

“You-“ Cassandra growled before pausing. Surely not? She stared at your, admittedly rather pretty, face for a moment waiting for that spark of recognition, of fear. When it didn’t come realisation washed over her. “Have no idea who I am, do you?”

“Of course not!” You stammered truthfully. “You’re a stranger who attacked me!”

“Really?” Cassandra couldn’t hold back the incredulity in her voice. She gestured to her outfit only to receive a shrug from you.

People wore weird things sometimes, what could you say?

Cassandra made her left hand, the one that wasn’t currently holding her scythe, burst into a swarm of flies and, whilst you flinched in surprise at the action which Cassandra took a little pleasure in, the recognition still didn’t come. “Really. Nothing at all?”

You shrugged again. To the brunette you seemed almost tired of this conversation.

“Not even a little bit of fear?”

“I was more afraid with the blade against my neck.” You answered honestly. “The flies are a little odd, sure, but last week a wolf-man thing ate three of our chickens. I’ve seen scarier.”

Cassandra glared. “That actually hurts a little.”

“Sorry.” You didn’t sound sorry.

You stared at each other for a few moments, the milk soaking into the ground with each passing second. Not that you could reclaim it, she supposed.

Surprisingly, you were the one to break the silence. “What game were you hunting?”

Cassandra pursed her lips. “A maid. Escaped from Castle Dimitrescu, abandoned her duties. The usual.” She watched as you pushed yourself off the ground and stood before her. You wiped your hands on an already quite dirty skirt and straightened yourself, giving the brunette the chance to appraise you properly. You were considerably shorter than her, as most women were, with a surprisingly appealing face and a body that she didn’t hate which, yes, is a compliment coming from her. It took a lot for Cassandra to find someone she was genuinely attracted to. Whenever she needed to scratch an itch she’d usually just play eenie meeny miney moe with the maids. Perhaps she could have some fun here before she left, a little gift to herself for all her hard work.

“…You’re not nine feet tall.” Ah, Cassandra thought. Now we’re getting somewhere.

“Correct.”

“Which would make you one of the daughters?” You guessed hesitantly. The brunette smirked.

“Your powers of deduction are unmatched, truly.”

“Oh piss off, this is Beneviento territory. I owe you nothing.” She wondered if you knew that people had lost their lives for saying less. You had to, didn’t you?

“Is it?” Cassandra had gone further than usual without her knowledge. All fields looked the same at first glance. “Whatever. Is the maid here?”

“You’re the only woman I’ve seen all day.”

“Lucky you.”

You rolled your eyes, continuing. “But you’re welcome to search the farm if you must.” You finally met her eyes again and Cassandra internally preened at how they hardened upon contact. She watched as you plastered an obviously fake smile on your face. “Do try not to press my father up against anything should you encounter him in your search.” You requested sweetly. “He’s old and you’d break him.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Cassandra purred, intentionally brushing against you as she walked past.

Oh.

She didn’t hate your body at all.

She stopped just in front of you so you had to tilt your head up slightly to see her. “He’s not the type I like to break.”

Cassandra received the pleasure of watching your pupils expand up close and feeling your breath hitch.

Oh, you’d let Cassandra take you. She could already tell. Cassandra thought about just minutes earlier when she’d pressed you up against the barn door. You’d probably let her do that again. Her hand to your throat, your underwear hanging around your feet as had she your legs draped over her waist. She’d slip her hand roughly-

Someone was crying.

Cassandra frowned. “Is your cow sobbing?”

You blinked, startled. “What?”

“Something in your barn is crying.” Cassandra heard whatever was crying in the barn try to muffle itself and grinned, feeling a new heat spread over her. Cassandra watched you turn to look over your shoulder at the building in question, your head tilted as you listened.

So you definitely didn’t know she was in there before. Cassandra relaxed marginally. Good.

Means she wouldn’t have to kill you.

“Do cows cry like that? I wouldn’t know, I’m not a dairy farmer.” She asked conversationally. She casually leaned one-armed against the barn.

Anyone passing would think you two were just talking about the weather, not almost mocking the soon to be dead girl in your farm building.

You shakily pointed a little to your left. Cassandra glanced over and saw a large brown cow staring back at her, chewing on nothing.

Oh.

“You only have one cow?” She leant closer to you, causing you to fall back into the barn wall again with a quiet thump. She moved her arm so that it rested just above you as she leaned, penning you in slightly.

“I’m sorry, am I disappointing your dairy fantasy? Did you imagine me with an army of cattle?” You retorted defensively, no doubt a little nervous. “Yes, we only have one cow. Some people are poor, Lady Dimi-“

“Cassandra.” The brunette interrupted you. She’d gotten so close that there was no way you couldn’t feel her breath on your neck. You both heard the barn door squeak slightly as it opened but both chose to ignore it. Cassandra inhaled deeply, almost moaning at your scent.

You smelt delightful. Sweet. Like honey and dark chocolate.

Miranda, Cassandra needed to know what you tasted like.

And then she remembered she could. Easily in fact.

Cassandra lifted your hand to her mouth easily, internally laughing at how you showed no restraint. Your hand practically fell limp in her grasp, your gaze wide but your eyes were glazed over in a way that Cassandra was all too familiar with. She made sure to keep her eyes connected with yours as she lay her tongue flat on your hand and gave a broad lick upwards, her own eyes flashing at your hiss of pain.

Cassandra heard a small gasp from someone that wasn’t you followed by timid footsteps, but she found herself too preoccupied with the taste of you.

Your taste wasn’t revolutionary, the flavours of your blood all things she’d tasted before, but the way that the flavours intertwined was new and mouth-watering to her. You tasted sweet and rich, with a slight hint of sharpness after she swallowed which could only mean…

Huh.

“Naughty naughty.” Cassandra grinned ferally. “Here you are acting the innocent farm girl fantasy, when deep down you’re just a whore.”

“What?”

“Well, you’re not a virgin, are you?”

Your eyes widened momentarily before narrowing. “Is that a fantasy you have often?”

As much as Cassandra wanted to keep up with this playful banter, the maid was getting too close to the gate for her liking. “A moment, girl.” She purred before launching herself backwards in a firework of flies and giving chase to her prey.

Cassandra debated what she wanted to do, how much she wanted the maid to suffer. After all, she’d made a fool of the brunette in front of not just her family but also a very pretty lady.

Well, Cassandra couldn’t let that stand, could she?

But she also couldn’t deny that it had been a good hunt. She’d left an hour after the sun had started to rise and it was now just after midday. Cassandra hadn’t had such a lengthy challenge in a while, she’d had to skip both breakfast and lunch to catch the little worm!

Cassandra closed in just as the maid’s fingertips reached for the gate.

Ah, fuck it.

The maid’s head hit the fence before her hand did.

With a flick of her wrists giant globs of blood left her sickle and splattered on the dirt floor. Cassandra heard a scream from behind her as she scooped up the head. The mouth lolled open, leaving the bitch in a permanently shocked expression.

That’s what happens when you try to play Houdini, Cassandra thought to herself as she turned back to you, decapitated head and all.

"Now, where were we?"

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #my writing #anon

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Alright. Square up. Youve gotten me hooked on another of ur re:8 fics n dimidaughters/reader pairings D:<

oh dear

pistols at dawn, is it?

(im glad you liked it tysm!!<3)