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More pocket sized cass (I want to put her in a snow globe and shake it aggressively)
Dammit, now I want a mini-me of myself.
LOOK HOW CUTE I AM!
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holding your hand
you're sweet, generous with your kindness, and excited to give to others. your warmth is obvious and contagious. people often can't help but smile around you. your loved ones usually come to you with good news first, because they know you'll match their excitement automatically and emphatically. your warmth provides a safe place for others to be authentically themselves. you're highly emotional, and there might be times where it suddenly feels harder to love others the way you usually do. don't force yourself to stay so positive. you can still help others, even when you don't feel so bright and sunny. and you're still worthy of love, even when you feel you have nothing left to give.
Tagged by: stole it :)
You rigged the results, dear sister. I got the same results as you, and we both know I'm not sweet, kind, or giving to others.
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Ominous starters: "You have one sentence."
"Look, I was playing with a maid, she ran inside your workshop to hide and then one thing led to another...." Which meant the maid wasn't the only one with a bloody gash because what seemed to be a new dress for her mother had suffered the same fate. Which also meant her mother was going to kill her. "... Sorry."
Bela snapping and raising her voice at her youngest sister was the last thing Magda expected. Yes, she was well aware of their sibling spats and the frustration Bela often had.. something about every responsibility seeming to fall upon her shoulders, but this reaction was a bit much, even for her. Also, the fighting would likely draw the attention of their mother, which would only make things worse. "Bela, stop this. Take a breath and listen to be before throwing out any more accusations," Magda cautioned, placing a hand carefully on her arm. "The fault is mine. I was not in here when this happened, and worse yet, I left the room open and accessible to others during my absence. No matter what happened in here, it's my fault that it happened in here." She hoped that this would have some effect in defusing the situation, but Daniela's glaring did not go unnoticed. A less experienced Magda would have lost her nerve and run, barricading herself in the connecting bedroom, but doing so might trigger a chase response in the girls, and besides, she had a feeling that Daniela's flies would find a way through. "Yelling won't solve anything...." She followed her own advice and took a deep breath. "And I apologize for yelling at you, Daniela. I lost my temper. I shouldn't have. I was simply frustrated and..." The seamstress wisely did not finish her words. Well, not the words that first came to mind. "My action were out of line and I had no right to raise my voice against you, Daniela."
Yes, Bela knew yelling at Daniela was not the solution. Especially because it always triggered either a flight or fight response in the youngest daughter. But Bela was at a wits end here. Both her sisters had tested her patience on several occassions in the last couple of weeks and now she was simply frustrated and tired. But she actually did what Magda said and took a deep breath and listened to her explanation. Which for her was just another weak attempt from Magda to protect Daniela and take the blame. "She's still at fault. Daniela knows not to hunt or play in here and she also knows not to lay a hand on you. And now she has to deal with the consequences of her actions." The blonde replied.
Daniela She frowned in disappointment at the fact that her big sister was not even slighty on her side, talking about her like she wasn't here. Her expression only softened when Magda apologized. The redhead acutally felt sorry for attacking and hurting her but she only averted her gaze and remained silent.
"Come on, Daniela." Bela reached out to take her sister's hand. "We will both go to mother and explain the situation to her. You will be…." Daniela immediatly slapped Bela's hand away. "Leave me alone! You are always mean to me! I….I hate you!" With tears in her eyes, she pushed Bela back and stormed out of the room.
The eldest daughter needed a few seconds to collect herself a little. "…Magda…I apologize. You should not have to witness that." Bela sighed. "I…It was not my intention….I should go after her…" Or not? She was not sure. "Would you do me the favor and not tell my mother that Daniela tried to hurt you? And I will not tell her that you raised your voice at her. The whole situation is already bad enough….and I already made it worse…"
Cassandra was always the best at finding blood trails.
So when she happened upon the fresh splattering of blood running the length of castle hallway, she naturally followed it to its end, wondering which one of her sisters had picked up a little snack. Or which maid had been on the receiving end of her mother's anger.
Unfortunately, it was a mix of neither. No Bela or Daniela at the end of the trail, and the cowering maid... who was rapidly and messily trying to stop her bleeding, didn't have the five telltale claw rakes across her body.
The brunette rolled her eyes when the maid cowered and started whimpering upon seeing her. It was one thing to hunt for yourself, but coming upon what was already a wounded victim, and one that didn't have any fight left in her? Not really worth the effort. Cassandra just huffed out a hard sigh, grabbed her, and roughly lapped up the remaining blood from the wound before tossing her away.
"Go to the kitchen and clean yourself up," she growled. It was a new maid, barely even trained in the ways of the castle, so the girl was technically off limits for the next month or two when it came to the daughters' ideas of fun. That made Cassandra wonder who broke the rule? Certainly not Bela. So, that left only Daniela.
With another, softer sigh, Cassandra swarmed away to find her younger sister.
The search didn't take long, as the sounds of arguing echoed easily through the hallways, and before she knew it, Cassandra reformed just in time for a crying Daniela to run out of the castle seamstress' workshop.
"Hey! Hey, what happened? What's wrong?" she asked, quickly grabbing her sister and wiping away her tears before her gaze traveled in the direction she came from. "Who do I need to put in their place?"
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My personal headcanon of their height.
Because I like the idea of the daughters being freakishly tall like their mother :)
"Tiny" Dani
And Bela is mad that her younger sister is taller than her. And Cassandra loves teasing her about that.
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I wonder who Cass is mad at
Who am I not mad at? That is the better question.
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Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah, no, gotta disagree. Switch Bela and Daniela.
#Middle sister is gonna middle sister#Alcina knows Daniela is the princess#And we all know Bela is the loser#And we all know I'm the slut for weapons#What? Did you think I'd be a slut for anything else?#Have you SEEN my collection?#Daniela Dimitrescu#Bela Dimitrescu#Cassandra Dimitrescu#Resident Evil Village
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the last few hours have in the rl tag have just been cassandra. i cant believe yall would support a cannibal like this :/
When you realise you’ve spent nearly three years of your life shamelessly supporting that sexy savage. 😌🪰
And I love you for that. Still not on my 'Take To The Dungeon' list.
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She turned up for another photoshoot just to tilt her head and bite her lip like that! 😳
✋🛑 Reblogs are obviously welcome, but if reposting elsewhere, please don’t obscure, crop out or remove my watermark.
Tools used: Otis_inf Photomode mod, EMV, RELit, Adobe Lightroom Classic, Adobe Photoshop.
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The Author/ aka Angsty stumbled into the castle, glasses askew and cracked in one lens and her nose bloody. The books she was carrying had papers torn and ripped that she desperately was trying to hold onto and save.
Oh shit........ Cassandra blinked, looking at the damaged author and knowing that she would absolutely be blamed for this if her mother or sisters found the mortal in such condition.
Thankfully, Cassandra was alone. Unfortunately, the brunette lacked a decent bedside manner.
"What the hell happened to you? Who did this and are they still alive? Because I can make them regret being in such a healthy and breathing state," she commented, retrieving a handkerchief from a nearby drawer. "Of course, if they're in a better state than you are currently, you and I are going to have a talk. So..... spill."
The author sniffed and wiped some blood away. “I-It’s fine, honestly. Besides I managed to get in a few good punches. There was just more of them but it doesn’t matter.” She’s looking at the ground and trying desperately not to break into angry, frustrated tears.
"Don't start with that 'it's fine' bullshit," Cassandra snapped backed. "I am not in the mood for that kind of lie. There are only four people allowed to make people under this roof bleed, and their last names are all Dimitrescu. So..... unless my sisters did this, to which I would say good job on punching them, or unless it was my mother.... which you would be dead for having tried to hit her, someone else did this."
The brunette drew closer, putting a finger under the author's chin and tilting the girl's head up so the taller woman could look into her eyes.
"Now..... are you going to tell me the truth, or will I have to go searching and hunting? If you got in some good punches, they likely bled. And we both know how good I am at scenting prey."
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A moment of silly.
@dani-dimitrescu did you steal mother's bottle opener again?
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Mother, we need a few of these for the dungeons. Do we think the seamstress is competent enough to make them? And do we think these will properly scare the maids?
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The silver one clearly pushed the other one in, knowing it couldn't swim....... nice. Even tiny, cute things can be murderous.
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cunt dykeula. is this anything.
Japanese stage play 'Dracula: The Musical' with its all-female cast. In particular, Wao Yoka as Dracula.
She is serving.
Mother would likely kill me if I wore leather pants like that, probably saying that we are better than such things and cursing Heisenberg's name for influencing me.... but I absolutely love this look.
Oh, hell, I'll try it and blame it all on the seamstress, as she'll be the one making these pants.
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Real
#The large eyes fit Daniela#Not sure why I look adorable but I'll go with it#Am I adorable?#And finally someone else agrees that Bela is horse-faced#At least that's what I'm saying that is#If I'm wrong I'm sorry#This is the one time I'll be sorry okay?#It's your freebie#art#daniela dimitrescu#Cassandra Dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu
Anonymous asked:
Going to Silent Hill. Want anything?
................ Why would you go to that fog enshrouded hellhole? Why would anyone want ANYTHING from that place? What does it have that the village doesn't have? We're better than the nurses and mother is far more conversational than Pyramid Head.
Anonymous asked:
*Brings you a mouse I found running around the dungeons*
-🧚🏻
A mouse........ when there are rats in there that are ten times as big...... What are you, some sort of wannabe cat? I'm not going to give you head scratches or belly rubs, and I'm certainly not going to praise you for being a good little morsel.
..... Not until you put that in Bela's bed, at least.