#dimitresca

[elisethetraveller]

👄 + lady alcina dimitrescu

From; Send 👄 + a name to ask if my muse finds yours attractive

"Oh..." Hm... She supposed the lady was conventionally attractive. The mage had eyes, after all. "Yes, I suppose so." Elise would have tried giving a more confident answer if she knew her better.

#ic #ask answered #dimitresca #thank you for the ask! #hope the answer is okay

[acidbodywoman]

annie come get your girl she got loose and is running around in the vampire castle--

#ooc . #dimitresca #viskozen

[sacrificialmaiid]

“It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” U know what this is

Milena has never once in all her life lost her temper with the Lady -- she would never have dared to. However, these are extreme circumstances and consequently, she comes very close to doing so.

It looks broken because it quite clearly is broken!

That is what she wants to say. However, fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on one's view) the pain is so severe that it knocks the breath clean out of her and all she can do for a moment is open and close her trembling lips, sharp gasps wrenching their way out of her in lieu of any words.

She would never normally have described the Countess as 'clumsy' per se -- for the most part, in fact, she does rather well manoeuvring herself for a woman of her great height. That said, accidents happen, and tonight had been particularly passionate prior to this unfortunate incident. Apparently, the Lady had forgotten herself only briefly. The sickening snap that she had heard when the Lady Dimitrescu's knee had come down upon her leg is not one that Milena will forget in a hurry.

Milena's thigh bone is bent in a way that does not look right at all and the flesh along her leg is already beginning to bloom an angry red at the site. When she does finally find her voice, all she can do is sob, her voice coming out of her in great, hitching gasps.

"Ohhhh--! Oh Doamne! Doamne ajuta-ma!" She starts shaking her head desperately at the suggestion that she even try to move it. "Can't! Can't! Piciorul meu! You broke it--!"

@dimitresca

#dimitresca #finally #sexy time snappy leg

[urias-beast]

Miserable manthing.

He looked down at her and gave a disgruntled huff of breath that billowed out around his head in a great white cloud. His skin prickled and he gave a growl, a gravelly warning that rumbled in his chest. Yet it was an empty threat, of course. He couldn’t harm a Lord. Nor would he. That wasn’t a fire he’d be particularly keen on playing with.

In the end, he gave a dejected chuff. He did still have feelings rattling around in this beastly skull of his. Although he wasn’t entirely sure if she’d feel remorse either way.

#OLD MAN SAD lol #thanks for sending in! : D #dimitresca

[smokedanced]

@dimitresca said: top or bottom for hannibal, will, izzy hands, Ed — any muses you feel like doing this for. i feel like it’s a classic question

NSFW HEADCANON MEME    /    ACCEPTING ↷

Hannibal — mostly top (mostly a sadist with a secret masochist side)

Will — mostly bottom (mostly a masochist with a secret sadist side)

Izzy — lawful bottom

Edward — chaotic switch

A few bonus muses, since you enabled

Clara — a bossy top

Iris — a repressed bottom

Jillian — no power dynamics whatsoever, instant turn-off, but positions do not really matter

Lucius — neutral top, give him an older, damaged man to fix by domming him

#dimitresca #thanks for sending! #about to tag a silly little top or bottom post with all the prentious quote/lyric character study tags #roleplayer... behaviour. #; cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself ❯ hannibal lecter ❪ character study. ❫ #; hannibal lecter ❪ muse. ❫ #; do you ponder the manner of things in the dark? ❯ will graham ❪ character study. ❫ #; will graham ❪ muse. ❫ #; for the new unicorn ❯ izzy hands ❪ character study. ❫ #; izzy hands ❪ muse. ❫ #; i'm the kraken ❯ ed teach ❪ character study. ❫ #; ed teach ❪ muse. ❫ #; clara oswald ❪ character study. ❫ #; clara oswald ❪ muse. ❫ #; iris hunt ❪ character study. ❫ #; iris hunt ❪ muse. ❫ #; between the lines of reason ❯ jillian marks ❪ character study. ❫ #; jillian marks ❪ muse. ❫ #; lucius spriggs ❪ character study. ❫ #; lucius spriggs ❪ muse. ❫ #lemons cw

[emcads]

turns out there are a few cons to dating a cult member @dimitresca​

#i have 2 share this bc i was laughing the whole time making it #unfortunately the parallels with the original meme are too strong #dimitresca #✘; & REALLY BAD EGGS ( devilry )

[harrietegan]

The thick bristles of the teenaged Hattie's hairbrush slide easily through the flaxen waves of her hair. It's untangled already, but she'll be damned if she doesn't finish her ninety-nine strokes before bedtime.

Ninety-seven. Ninety-eight.

"Oh, Lina," the girl sighs, her eyes fixed on her own reflection. "Daddy is just furious with me. He saw my report from last semester."

Ninety-nine. The hairbrush is set down atop her dresser and she scrutinises herself in the mirror. She has the good sense to look a little sheepish, but there's no real fear in it -- it's the expression of someone who has never really gotten in any amount of serious trouble.

"He says that 'school isn't for making friends.' Isn't that just a hoot! I mean really! What else would I be doing?" Hattie finally steps away from the mirror, and tosses herself down on her best friend's bed, her legs dangling over the edge and her back landing heavily on the mattress.

"You'd think he might understand." She sighs again, deep-lunged as though all the world is against her, before turning her head and fixing Lina with a sly smile. "All he does is speak to people and make friends. Silly old Latin hardly got him anywhere, did it?"

@dimitresca from Harriet Egan herself

#dimitresca #lina. #finishing school. #a lil surprise bc i am bored hehe

[steeshka-art]

#resident evil #re8 village #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #dimitresca #fanart #capcom

[kingsmanne]

❛  why don’t you come a little closer?  ❜ a meme for the walking wife

To be called to Lady Dimitrescu's bedchambers was honour and horror in itself, and there was hardly a difference between a wife and a maid. Something sat in the pit of her stomach as she opened the door, a girl sliding from the wife's lap as their gazes met, and Anne clenched her jaw as she witnessed what her wife wanted her to see; wiping away blood with a handkerchief.

Broken ego, broken pride.

Because who would dare holding out against the Lady Dimitrescu? She felt a strange sisterhood to the girl whose name she did not know, looking so pale with downcast eyes and pale blond tresses hanging in her face, too torn to cry any more, even if Anne knew that she would feel that all-too familiar sting. You don't refuse the Lady. You don't show her any emotion. You're happy and grateful to be of service.

Aren't you grateful, Anne?

She should be. A lavish life in luxury with a beautiful wife and daughters, a castle in the snowy mountains of Transylvania, servant maids adhering to her every whim. And after such a long period of time, her wife blessing her with her attention, not swatting her away like she was one of these obnoxious flies that always seem to appear once the daughters were near. The look of disdain that burned on her at the dinner table, when she took a few cautious bites, not knowing if the way she ate offended the countess, or if it was her presence at all. But now she had been called to her chambers to look upon this sight, and despair.

Because that was what she had in mind, wasn't it? Look upon her, how little worth the little wife had, that she would find something to play with elsewhere. That she was nothing but a pretty little brooch that she'd pin on her dress, glittering and shiny, but to locked away for the rest of the time. Anne can feel the anger rising in the back of her throat, but she doesn't say anything, hands clasped behind her back, her silhouette illuminated by the fire, casting a shadow on the bed. She tilts her head slightly towards the girl. It wasn't her fault at all. All a plaything to the one lady they'd all have to serve, and with Anne bearing a title, she was but protected from other things.

But the lady commands again, telling the girl to go, and she readily scuttles away. And it's only now that Anne would accept Lady Dimitrescu's invitation, ever so charmingly sweet, especially if she knew that this was how to raise her wife's emotions. Or not. Her steps towards the bed are careful, deliberate. Maybe fear of what she had witnessed, even if she had known, maybe to show that she still had more willpower left. More agenda. That she wasn't some servant girl that she could order around.

Anne extends her hand, and it is almost insanity that makes her reach out to the Lady's lips — how dare she touch her without permission? — and her thumb brushes against the corners of her mouth, with the little bit of the maid's blood still clinging to it. She opens her mouth; the thumb touching her own tongue, lips enclosing the finger, and even if it were but remains of it, the metallic taste still makes her shudder. She doesn't leave Alcina's gaze.

"Wife."

source: SEXUAL TENSION (accepting) | @dimitresca

#dimitresca #uhhh spicy #suggestive // #blood // #vampirism // #{ silence was unbroken // answered. }

[coolhearted]

opinions on feudalism, cannibalism, and art?

Pretend to be a journalist!

Feudalism was a predecessor to capitalism, and thus something that makes me sigh in resignation. An exchange that only served to further widen the gap between people and ruin the planet as a whole.

Hm. No. I would never resort to that, not even in an extreme circumstance of some sort (a life or death situation, to be more specific), I would rather be the one that is consumed, instead of the opposite.

Art is... a complicated topic for me to talk about. I would rather speak of it in a more general sense rather than elaborate on my own personal experience in the matter: taste is relative, and people are allowed to enjoy or not enjoy something others do or do not, irregardless on how well-known it may be.

#ask #ic ask #dimitresca

[sacrificialmaiid]

@dimitresca​ cont. from [x]

Milena had been frightened at first, when she had heard those tinny strains of music coming from the tunnel. Part of her was concerned that Miranda was up to something odd down there, desecrating her mistress’ final resting place -- it was bad enough, really, that she had to share the castle with her, her presence the thing that had cut down Alcina Dimitrescu in the first place now there to sully the only aspect of her that was left. The rage was growing steadily in Milena, a dirty and unfamiliar feeling. She felt that the grief would overtake everything eventually; burn it all to ruins. Her heart is a ticking time-bomb and every day she waits and she waits to rip out Miranda’s in return for what she has caused.

It will come. If she doesn’t believe that it will, then she will lose her mind entirely. But she will not be like Miranda or like the Countess. She will not fall into the spiral of loss. She will keep her head long enough to see it through.

Still -- irrationally, she wants to wail and cry that it’s late and Miranda has to be quiet or she’ll disturb that cold crystal bust perched on the Lady’s desk in her former chambers. And Milena has been going to such great lengths to take excellent care of the beautiful dead thing; polishing it, whispering to it, keeping it in the sunlight to watch the right of light burst through it.

She already feels as though she is losing her mind.

She is convinced of it when she bursts into the tunnel and is surrounded by what can only be described as one of those glimmering dance halls from her former Mistress’ stories.

When Milena looks behind her, she can still just about see the outskirts of the castle dungeons, confirming that she is deep beneath the ground. But ahead of her, there is light and music and people without faces dancing and arching towards each other as though they are talking and laughing but with no mouths to open.

And then - wonder of wonders - she is there. Inexplicably. Impossibly. Young ( as young as Milena had been when she entered the castle ) unmarked, untouched, as vibrant as Milena has ever seen her. She’s a bustle of activity, scowling as she fusses over a spill that never happened. Milena could have been convinced that the whole thing is a dream, if not for the smell of perfume and the tickle of the young Alcina’s fingers brushing her collarbone. She is dumbfounded, barely hearing a word out of her mouth, and feeling as though her entire existence is caving in on itself.

This is everything she could have ever hoped for, this chance to see her again, and she’s close to taking the young Countess in her arms and bawling ( and how wonderful it would feel! To be able to wrap her arms around Alcina’s waist and hold her in the way that she never could before! ) But when their eyes meet, there is something not quite there. The knowing, affectionate tenderness is gone. Her eyes, Milena thinks, are not even her eyes in the way that Milena had known them; they are clear and sharp and green.

Milena is standing there, gaping like a fish, staring at the young woman as though she holds every answer to every query in existence, as though she is the most wonderful thing that Milena has ever laid eyes on -- and she is.

She’s being tugged away suddenly, and were it not for the primal fear that grips Milena at the thought of losing her in the faceless crowd, she would have found herself smiling at the very youthful laugh that she hears. But there isn’t time, and the crowd is closing between them as someone takes her former mistress’ hand - Hattie, she realises vaguely, the girl from the old photos that had caused such trouble. She reaches out and tries to grasp onto her, onto her hands, onto her arms, but she’s numb and slow. She whimpers out a barely audible, “Wait..!”

Milena is markedly different from everyone there, still in her nightclothes. But the Countess does not seem to realise that, trapped within her own dream. The glass has fallen to the floor and Milena stoops to pick it up -- it hasn’t shattered. Milena taps it against the ground and still it does not break and she begins to piece things together more and more. She runs after them, squeezing herself between tailored shoulders and when she finally bursts free from the crowd, the fake glass clutched in her hand, she finds her again, sitting at the ghost of a booth and deep in conversation.

The maid approaches again, paying no mind at all to anyone else sitting at the table, her eyes focused only on one person. Stupidly, she holds out the glass as she hovers by Alcina’s shoulder -- looking down at her!

“Here--” Her voice is breathless. “I got you another one.”

#dimitresca

[urias-beast]

My maid has escaped. Find her. Bring her to me - alive. I need to punish her myself.

Her voice had always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Even with the cracks in her armor that he’d been able to perceive when his wits were about him, he knew better than to cross her. Even so…taking orders from Mother Miranda was a command to be obeyed outright. Taking orders from Heisenberg was a brotherly sport. Taking orders from her? Seldom did she ask him for anything…

Yet who was he to question? She was a Lord, and even more, she was offering him a hunt. Even if it couldn’t end in blood and a victorious devouring of what was caught, it would still be a chase; a cacophonous pursuit of bellows and howls. He would take her order then, and be off with a raucous roar, gathering his brethren for a sporting hunt.

#hello hello!! #whew muse is a little rusty but he is Still Here and i Love Him So Much #dimitresca

[therelentless]

my guess for nandor's kink is a successfully run house meeting where everyone listens to what he has to say

Guess My Muse’s Kinks II accepting II @dimitresca

HOW DID YOU KNOW? it's never going to happen, is it? it's all a wet dream.

#dimitresca #{ electronic letters } ;; !ask

[the-dimitrescu-seamstress]

Alcina’s Bloody Dress

I’ve been inspired by something the Countess ( @dimitresca ) said in passing. Likely it was joke or flippant comment, perhaps even a bit of lashing out that she is sometimes want to do... but... she stated: 

“next years met gala theme should be GUTS and VITRIOL and INTESTINES and BLOOD and VISCERA and RAGE”

The Met Gala has always had... unique designs when it comes to what celebrities wear, but I was inspired due to a dress I saw a few years prior.  Do I like the woman wearing it? God, no. I could honestly do without her and her fake hips, but the dress is quite unique and eye catching. And please, trust me on this and continue reading.

Now, before any of you imply that I would put Alcina into something like this for uncouth and lewd reasons, remove your brains from the gutter. I would never put her in either latex or something as tight as this. I’m simply interested in the effect and look of the water droplets.

Now, while this imitates water, the Countess asked for blood and rage, hence this next image.

I’m not sure this designer is still in business, but I will certain give credit where credit is due. Hell’s Belle Design makes rather unique neckwear for women.

I also found these two images that continue the idea the necklace started.

I prefer the look of blood being poured over the body (like in the first image), but I would not be above having a few slashes like in the second image, just not a huge amount. We must remember that Alcina’s the victor, not the victim. Perhaps add strips of diaphanous material or the stained, ‘bled through’ look of the first image. Maybe both. Either way, it would need to be a slinky dress. Not the insanely clingy appearance as the ‘wet’ dress, but along the lines of what Alcina currently wears, just not as many gathering points.

So... a pale or cream colored dress bedecked in beads and gemstones of varying sizes and shades of red, including some dangling to imitate dripping blood, while the fabric material is stained with dyed rivulets to further the illusion of a blood-stained dress. Hmm.... perhaps a bloody train of sorts, with a gradient of red to near black? That could work.

The exact cut and style of the dress is still to be decided, But, I think this would be an incredibly interesting look for the Countess.

#potential fashion ideas #alcina dimitrescu #Dimitresca #lookbook... sort of #blood and pearls #I'd love for someone to draw this idea

[emcads]

@dimitresca​​  said:   ❝ i have lied and i have betrayed and i have triumphed. if only there was someone to congratulate me. ❞

IT IS OBVIOUS  that her lover yearns for attention,  APPROVAL, even for these the most wretched  of deeds ;   but she should be torn asunder,  LIMB FROM LIMB,   before she ever  begged.   and from Esmeralda !    such a tiny,  proud,  insignificant  little thing.  nothing more a mere  PETTY THIEF.   to surrender one’s claim to nobility  and to dine instead amongst  DRUNKEN SAILORS,  well,  it is clear  the Lady de Sevilla  WANTS  for taste.

in all except her choice of women,  naturally.  in that there can be very little improvement.

ESMERALDA RAISES HER GLASS IN A TOAST  to the countess’ success ––  SANGUIS VIRGINIS,  an ancestral recipe,  so called,  famed throughout  the  DESOLATE,  SUN-STARVED REGION.   the pirate queen herself has no head for business.  courses,  tides,  prizes and guns,  yes,   but DISTRIBUTION  ?    she has only the taste and the patience for consuming  a good wine,  not for the bottling and selling of it.  (  never mind the  ARDUOUS TASK  involved in the making of the Dimitrescu stock.  and she means of course the  tedious business  of  working the dirt and the vines  along with the more  ...   eccentric methods of  HARVEST.  )  Alcina is all the more  WORTHY,  then,  of her admiration,   deserving of her praise.  for of course Esmeralda knows all too well what will happen if she does  NOT  grant the thinly-veiled request.

❝    to your success,  mi amor.  may the House Dimitrescu never know thirst.   ❞

#dimitresca #so esme i hear you like wine. how would you like to be in it. #✘; LOOSE，CATCH THE WIND ( meme response ) #✘; LETTERS ( answered ) #✘; VERSE: WE ARE BOTH A DARKNESS AND A DEVOURING. ( dimitresca )

[kingsmanne]

Name: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu.

Age: Mature.

Do you like to cuddle?: Mm. Not ‘cuddling’ per se.

Can we make-out?: If you’re well-behaved.

A night in or dinner out?: Well, by default, there’s a clear answer here.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Chocolate covered strawberries.

What makes you a good Valentine?: My superior taste, my exorbitant wealth, and my ability to kill.

Would you cook for me?: We have maids for a reason. (She would make a wine bottle for u Anne.)

Would you let me cook for you?: If you beg.

There was, of course, not a shed of a doubt that she would accept her own dear wife as her Valentine, there wouldn't even need to be an application for it, but she still appreciates the gesture; and the bottle of wine, too.

But Anne does intend to beg. Not for Alcina's cooking, because, there were maids for that, after all, but there were certain things she had in mind to make this day very special for her lady.

source: VALENTINE'S APPLICATION (accepting) | @dimitresca

#dimitresca #WIFE WIFE WIFE #both me and anne have heart eyes... #{ silence was unbroken // answered. } #queue.