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kokofromwattpad · 1 year

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THE BELOVED SERVANT

Featuring: The Agriche Family

Plot: You have been working under the Agriches for all your life. The family held you on an extremely high pedestal of excellence. After all, you are their beloved servant.

Cw: yandere!Agriche family x GN!reader, ooc characters (obvi), unhealthy habits

A/N: I was re-reading 'The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother' and this idea just kinda spawned from it.

LANTE AGRICHE:

Lante had originally hired your then pregnant mother to work for his family since she was one of the best and most submissive servants he's met. He also hired her because of the fact that she was pregnant, which meant that he would have another servant working under him for free. Since you grew up surrounded by insanity, blood, gore and death, you were quite used to it by the time you had turned 16. He decided that he would have you accompany him and son, Dion, on beast hunting whenever your schedule was open. You also went along just to get some practice in and build some muscle. He is forever surprised at how strong you are and kinda admires your strength and power.

SIERRA AGRICHE:

Sierra was very close with your mother and actually became best friends with even before you were born! She loved spending time with you and would spend hours upon hours speaking about you with you. Whenever you left her side, she felt a feeling of paranoia go ever her in waves, which gets stronger the longer you are away from her. When you would return to her, she would try and beg you to never leave her side again as she was worried that you would get hurt (even though you could take out a fully grown man with one punch in the jaw).

MARIA AGRICHE:

You were often ordered to help at Maria's many tea parties. The only reason why you did not die when you were younger for making any mistakes was because you had a cute round face that Maria just swooned at. She would sometimes even pinch your cheeks so hard that it would turn red and swollen. One time, when you made an accident by spilling some tea on the ground, your mother slapped you on the back of your head for doing that. Maria, having seen all of this, grew furious with your mother and banished her to forever live in the dungeons of the estate. Maria consoled you afterwards and even taught you how to maintain a better posture so that an accident like this would not happen again.

DION AGRICHE:

Dion and you grew up together, since the both of you were close in age and had similar hobbies and opinions. Dion always liked training with you and whenever you would beat him, he would always just smile and admit defeat with a kind grin on his face. Later, when he started going through puberty, he developed a massive crush on, but because he is just such a great actor, you never noticed or just didn't care to acknowledge it. One day, Dion ordered that you get dressed up in your finest clothes, and when you were done, he snapped a photo of you and placed it in a long golden locket he specially bought just for this.

GRIZELDA AGRICHE:

Grizelda has had a special attachment to you. She loves it when you do her hair in the mornings and trains with you in the afternoons. Whenever you were ordered to feed the beasts, she would stand in the corner and just admire you the whole time, she knew that you were strong enough to survive without her assistance. Grizelda sometimes makes you take walks with her by the greenhouses and the two of you just talk about anything and everything that there is to be spoken about.

ROXANA AGRICHE:

Roxana saw you as a figure of power and skill. She would watch as you would drag toys by their hair with one arm to the dungeons for one of her unnamed half siblings to play with. When the poisonous butterflies hatched, even though it caused her a lot of pain, she would always have at least one of them near you that she can keep updated on your whereabouts. When the two of you were younger, she loved it when every night, you pull up a chair and read her bedtime story so that she sleep better. After her brother died during the test, she would cling to you where ever you were to keep you safe and sound. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would let you play and style her hair, it calmed her down and made her feel content.

JEREMY AGRICHE:

Jeremy actually picked up his cheekiness from you when he was still young and impressionable. No matter where you are, Jeremy can and will find you. He is always clinging onto your arm while you do your everyday tasks. Whenever you go beast hunting with his father and older brother, he would always cry and beg that you wouldn't go so that you could stay with him. But when Dion forcefully places you on your horse, he is cursing at his brother like he is in a bar fight. Once you arrive back with your winnings, he praises you and your skill and beg you to teach him so that he can become strong just like you, his role-model.

CHARLOTTE AGRICHE:

Charlotte is an attention hog, even more that Jeremy if that's possible. She loves watching you drag toys as if they don't weigh anything. To put it simple, you're her torture buddy. When the new toy went to her older sister instead of her, she went crying to you while you were sleeping to try and gain your sympathy. You honestly just comforted her so that she could let you sleep in peace. Whenever you show off even an ounce of her strength, she claims you as hers and will comment stuff like, 'That's my assistant!'

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jonathanveiga · 1 year

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Walk cycle for my character Grizelda! I put this in Unreal Engine 5 to see how it looks in motion.

#Fox #Grizelda #Thief #Animation

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d10nsaint · 2 years

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GIRL YOU BETTER WRITE A MALE GRIZELDA SMUT

LET ME BREATHE GOOD LORD??.. no please keep sending these

"Ah..!" You felt the soft sensation of *Griz'* (I dont like that name.) tongue slide past your folds again. You had lost track of how many times he had done it already, but the way he held your hands when the overstimulation got to you was one of the best thing ever.

He slid two fingers inside of you, and made sure to be aware of any discomfort on your face.

You had been looking at him with a reddened face, dazed with little tears coming out.

Even though tears had spilled from your eyes, the only thing coming from your mouth was his name.The only thing on your mind was him.

"Im gonna cum again..!" You quickly threw your head back as *Griz* started moving his fingers in a scissoring motion while his tongue sucked on your clit.

You had been lightly moaning before, being careful not to wake anybody, but now you couldnt hide your voice.

On instinct your legs closed, but *griz* dove his head deeper into your thighs to he point where you felt his breath on your cunt.

It had felt so good; the sharp pain from overstimulation, the way he watched you for discomfort, and how he held your hand.

You pulled his head deeper into between your legs, wanting more.

Before you had even noticed, you had came all over his face.

His soft but sharp eves looked up at you as he licked his lips.He sat up and removed his shirt, and looked at you with a soft smile.

"are you ready for the next step, darling?"

#the way to protect the female lead's older brother #the way to save the older brother of the heroine #manhwa #leigewrites #x reader #manhwa x reader #dion agrece #roxana x reader #leigetalks #roxana agriche #roxanne #roxana #grizelda #dion agriche #jeremy agriche

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jupiter-balls · 9 months

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I think this doll dress may perfectly explain my personality 😂

When I got Grizelda and Zéphyrine I joked about them being Victorian/Edwardian child ghosts so uhm....Wouldn't it be funny if I actually made Grizelda a vaguely late Victorian dress and commit to it?!

Hilarious right? I obsessed over this for 3 days where I barely did anything else, But I'm pretty proud of how I drafted and sewed this. Zellie can live her life as a spirit now 😌

Here's the inspiration but it ended up pretty different due to materials, creativity and her being a doll. but that's okay 🥰

#I'm tired now #this took way too much mental energy 😂#dolls #grizelda #sewing

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thebugthatlivesinyourbed · 1 year

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Sketch of @valerieblogsalot Oc Grizelda in class based off memory

Bonus:

I bless you with good vibes coming your way unconditionally

#wendell and wild #wendell & wild #grizelda #wendell and wild fanart #wendell

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valerieblogsalot · 1 year

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Thanks for @katbarfs-blog , I’m now giving grizelda little streaks of gray in her hair cause of mega stress

#wendell and wild #seriously tysm #design suggestions #grizelda #grizelda wendell and wild #wendell and wild oc

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bitter69uk · 8 months

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“The doorbell rang, I opened the door and there she was – my dream-come-true, four-hundred pounds of raw talent. I carefully invited Jean in, and the first thing she did was goose me to totally unnerve me. She asked for a drink and got it. She laughed and said she had no objections to nudity (“I’ve got a lot to show, honey”), would certainly dye her hair blonde (“Big deal. I’ve had blonde hair twice before”) and asked for a special chair that wouldn’t break when she sat on it. After listening to her give a hilarious reading from the script, we went over the contract, I gave her an advance on her salary, and it was settled.”

/ John Waters recalling his first encounter with Jean Hill when she auditioned for Desperate Living in the book Shock Value (1981) /

“Could the mighty Jean Hill in her very heart have been a deeply sincere, vulnerable and perhaps even a (gasp!) shy person? Actually, I think she was, and her outrageous persona was a way to compensate for this and connect with people and get them to drop the bullshit, prejudice and affectation and deal with her person-to-person. She refused to be labelled. She was fat, she was black, and her health problems forced her to become a kind of permanent “patient,” and she was sometimes on welfare, so she was also filed as a “charity case,” but she refused to be put in any of these boxes or to be looked down upon. She was forged in defiance. There is nothing unique about that — the ghetto is full of defiant people, but it becomes special when that defiance is coupled with intelligence, wit, humour, compassion and a flair for the absurd, and that’s what made Jean stand out in any crowd.”

/ From the Bright Lights Film Journal obituary for Jean Hill by Jack Stevenson /

Died on this day ten years ago: John Waters’ majestic “soul diva” Jean Hill (15 November 1946 – 21 August 2013), unforgettable as Grizelda in his 1977 bad taste punk classick Desperate Living (pictured).

#jean hill #desperate living #john waters #polyester #soul diva #shock value #lobotomy room #cult cinema #cult movies #cult film #vintage sleaze #grizelda #kween #fierce #diva #punk

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worldsofzzt · 1 year

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Source “Madam Grizelda” by Bruno/Filipe/Mark (1997) [grizelda.zzt] - “Restroom” Play This World Online ---- Discover More Information About This World on the Museum of ZZT

#Bruno #Filipe #Mark #Madam Grizelda #grizelda

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madcat-world · 2 months

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Ghost (1 of 4) - Kuryliuk Darya

#Ghost #Kuryliuk Darya #Grizelda's Guide to Ghost Hunting #cities #spirits #haunting #dark fantasy #digital art

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 2 years

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𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇n𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒~

𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙? 𝕆𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕?

( What if Dion Agriche were to fall in love with a reader like Diana? )

A lost soul,

He lives but hardly talks

He is waiting for her,

The memories flooded his mind, as he remembered her delicate figure, rosy champagne colored eyes and gold hair that represented the sun. She had him wrapped around her finger, there is nothing that she would ask of that he wouldn’t do. If she asked him, he would kill himself for her. He was a moth drawn to the flame, the flame being her aurous hair. She would never be unloved. Everyone he knew adored her. Roxana found solace in her free spirit, nobody could tell Y/n what to do. Jeremy adored the way Y/n approached things with a brazen manner, she was never afraid and never seen without a smile on her face. Her smile was so contagious, her laugh made others lips curl into a silly grin. Y/n was always so straightforward, if she wanted something she would get it, no matter what it took. Maria was enchanted by her and was always present whenever y/n danced. To Maria Y/n resembled a flower fairy, delicate and graceful. Maria adored the way her body moved so elegantly, it was as if the wind and skies were dancing with her as well. She was everything, everyone’s sweetheart. However, he was nothing. He was a man used as a tool by his father and unloved by his mother. He barely ever spoke, he lived as though he were a corpse. He hoped one day he would be able to feel something, anything would be fine, just something. So that he could be good enough for her and not so dull as his mother always told him.

In front of this photo of former times

He, he is not crazy

He believes in it, that's all

He stared at a portrait of y/n in his room with glossy eyes, he had portraits of y/n everywhere in his room. He gently placed his hand onto the portrait and he felt his heart shatter. This was a portrait of y/n feeding him her favorite chocolates and when he was first introduced to lippe tea, that he now drank everyday to feel spiritually closer to her. Oh y/n, you had only been here for a few years, yet captivated everyone's heart, you truly are a cruel woman. He lay down on his couch recalling nights that y/n had spent in his room, refusing to take the bed and sleeping on the couch instead. Her scent still lingered, it was hard to get over her. It had only been a day since he lost her, yet everything was falling apart. Only nine months back, he had been so happy upon receiving the news, he didn’t know that this would have ended the life of his beloved. How the scent of blood had filled the room, the way she laid lifeless on her bed. While the midwife held a small baby in her arms. He lost every bit of sanity he had at that scene, brutally murdering every servant that was in sight before the other residents had to knock him out. It took all of Roxana, Jeremy, Grizelda, Charlotte and the other children’s strength to manage to overpower Dion. The others felt crushed as well. Now who could possibly sing Jeremy to sleep every night? Who could Jeremy complain to about his life? Who would calm him down when he was hurting…. Who would nurse Roxana back to health whenever she went overboard with the poisonous butterflies? Who would Roxana have late night conversations under the stars with? Who would she dance with? Who would calm down Charlotte in an instant? Who would embrace Charlotte whenever she was hurt? Who would kiss all of the scratches better on Charlotte’s face? Who would Grizelda gossip with? Who would be Grizelda’s best friend? Most importantly, who would love Dion, as she had loved him?

He sees her everywhere

Standing, he is waiting for her

A rose in his hand,

Grizelda was the first to learn about the news from y/n, being y/n’s best friend she started to worry when she noticed y/n’s stomach hurt every morning and y/n feeling nauseous most of the time for a few days. So as any concerned best friend would do, she offered to take y/n to the clinic, however y/n could barely walk. Helping y/n up, and slinging her arm around her shoulder in an effort to support her weight she carried y/n to the carriage. Y/n was in a seemingly bad condition when they had reached the clinic. After a thorough examination, the doctor concluded that y/n was just fine, her pregnancy symptoms were simply harsher than what usual people had. Grizelda was over the moon to hear the news, she was going to be an aunt! Y/n couldn’t wait to tell her husband the news, meanwhile Grizelda could hardly keep in her excitement as she swung her arms around her best friend who was still extremely unwell. Both women walked back to the mansion quietly, that's when y/n saw Dion walking towards her room. He had seen that y/n’s appetite had increased the past few days and had brought her some chocolates for the both of them.

“Dion darling!!” She screamed

This was Grizelda’s que to leave, she didn’t need the lovey-dovey couple to make her feel single.

“Yes?” Dion sighed

For someone unwell, she was definitely very enthusiastic.

“Calm down love, what's the matter?” He asked looking her up and down

“You're going to be a father!” she screamed

Dion froze. It took him a few minutes to process the information and when he finally processed the information he went and embraced his wife who had been nervously staring at him. He had gently lifted her off the ground and spun her around with a soft smile adorning his lips.

“I’m going to take care of our child, I don’t want to be like my father,” He said, staring at y/n’s stomach.

“I hope so too~ But I know you Dion, you will make a wonderful father~~ my loveeee~~” Y/n laughed while being spun around.

Maria heard the sound of laughter and walked towards it, she walked in on her son spinning his wife around.

Y/n met Maria’s gaze and jumped out of Dions arms and into hers,

“Mama~~ you're going to be a grandmother!!”

It also took Maria quite some time to process everything she had just said. Maria was holding a rose in her hand and picked the flower up and tucked it behind y/n’s ear. She then strengthened the embrace. “I hope the baby looks like you, i’m so glad to hear this news,” Maria had tears near the corner of her eyes. She kissed y/n’s cheek and skipped off happily.

Later that evening

Jeremy came skipping into her room as well,

“Y/n!!! Fountain told me that you love HIM more than ME the nerve of that guy!!! Hmph… you love ME more right?” Jeremy came in complaining

Y/n was laying in her bed once again feeling unwell, the maids were sent out to get her a comfortable nightgown to sleep in. Suddenly his foul mood turned into worry. He rushed to her side of the bed.

“Y/n! Are you okay?? Why are you laying down?? You don’t look well!” Jeremy was panicking.

“I’m fine…it's just…How do you feel about being an uncle?”

He had just learned how children were made a few months ago, so he was a little bothered and flustered to hear this news…

“I’m going to be an uncle??? HOW DARE DION TOUCH YOU!? I’ll kill him!” Jeremy started telling you multiple torcher methods he was going to try on Dion causing you to sweatdrop.

“Think about it Jeremy, you will be an uncle-” Y/n sighed

“Damn right!! I’ll be the best uncle in existence,” Jermey’s mood switched completely.

Thank god he wasn’t going to murder your husband.

Jeremy’s loud mouth had informed the rest of the Agriche estate and everyone knew the news by the next morning. The next morning when you were busy eating the ice cream Dion had brought you very early that day, Roxana walked in to congratulate you.

“Oh y/n, I am truly fortunate to have someone like you in my life and I feel blessed for once, to know that there will be two of you,” She sighed

“Thank you so much for your kind words, Roxana. Just in case anything happens you’ll take care of it for me right?” Y/n asked

“With my life, I owe everything to you,” Roxana pledged

“You are just the sweetest,” y/n sighed, as Roxana was taking her leave.

Making Roxana Smile ever so slightly. Now all of this was a distant memory.

Apart from her, he is expecting nothing

Nothing around him makes sense

And the air feels heavy

“Please, love our daughter as you have loved me,” Y/n rapidly said, ready to lose her life any moment.

“Y/n…don’t leave me…please…I need you,” There was evident hurt in Dion’s voice, it made y/n’s heart shatter

“I-i can’t believe i’m going to lose you,” He said crying into y/n’s shoulder as she slowly lost her life.

“I will love our daughter, I will make sure she knows what a wonderful mother she would have had,” he sighed, a lovesick smile across his lips

As Dion walked out of the room disheartened and empty killing servants along the way, the midwife timidly handed him a small baby. His baby. He would not kill her, she helped deliver this bundle of joy to him after all. He would protect his daughter with his life, she was the only thing that his wife had left him with and he would make sure to stand by his word. Dion refused to hand his baby to anyone. Nobody had asked for the baby girl either as they were all grieving the loss of y/n.

Jeremy was the first to approach Dion and place a hand on his shoulder. Even though he hated Dion, he knew that Dion was suffering the most out of them all. After all, Y/n was the only thing Dion loved and now Y/n was gone.

“C-can I hold her?” Jeremy crocked

Dion looked hesitant but then remembered how y/n had always doted and adored Jeremy, so he reluctantly handed him the bub. The tiny baby had her eyes closed but Jeremy noticed that she had inherited her mother’s beautiful golden hair. Bitterly smiling, Jeremy began to stroke the small amount of hair.

“L-look she has y/n’s hair,” Jeremy said in an attempt to cheer everyone up

Everyone rushed towards Jeremy, Sierra cried harder looking at the beautiful hair, while Maria forced a smile across her pained face. Roxana smiled hoping that she would be able to hold the baby next, after all she had promised y/n she would look after her child. Grizelda had covered her face entirely looking at the baby, she couldn’t believe that her dearest friend whom she shared many wonderful memories with was now gone She would never see her again. Truth hit her really hard, she felt paralyzed as she reached out her hand to touch the baby. Charlotte just hoped that if heaven really did existed, y/n would watch over them.

An absent expression,

He is alone, he often talks to her

He, He is not crazy

“Y/n.. today our daughter opened her eyes and you wouldn’t believe it but.. She has your eyes…your eyes have always been so beautiful. I'm glad our daughter looks like you. You were the only thing I was living for but now…My daughter…I’m glad I met you y/n. Even if we weren’t able to spend the rest of our lives together, I have no regrets for meeting you.” He sighed speaking to a photo of y/n beside his bed. He heard the crying of his baby coming from the cot in his room and he went towards the child, picking it up gently and embracing it. As he pet the baby’s back gently in an attempt to calm her down, he pointed at a portrait of y/n on his wall,