Hey I Am Looking For Someone To Commission A Leg Tattoo Idea For Me, Including The Following Characters

Hey I am looking for someone to commission a leg 🦵 tattoo idea for me, including the following characters :

Alcina Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Dimitrescu Sisters

Mildred Ratchet

Larissa Weems

Lady Lesso

🥀🖤Thanks in advance 🥀🖤

Devour Ch. 21: We Got You

“Dani…are you sure about this?” You ask hesitantly.

“Of course! I cut my hair all the time!” She giggles.

“Your hair doesn’t grow!” You scowl.

“True…but I’ve read a lot of books on it! Plus, you practically buzz your hair off anyway so this won’t be any different.”

“We have to cut the mats off first, Daniela.” Intercepts Bela.

Your head lays against the warm tile of the bathtub, above you stands Daniela with a pair of scissors and a straight razor in her hands. After a begrudging sigh you nod your head to give her the go ahead and shut your eyes. Daniela squeals and plops behind your head, her hands comb through what hair she can by using the bath water to wet it. The scissors cut away the matted hair and thin it down to where it is easy to shave.

“Okay, I need you to stay absolutely still. I don’t want to cut you.” She warns.

“It’ll heal.” You quip.

“It’s the principal!”

She smacks your head lightly with the tips of her fingers before lifting your head. Your shoulders tense as the razor grazes over your scalp, she collects the hair on the side of the tub and goes agonizingly slow. When she finishes you hear the razor softly clatter off to the side and her cold hands brush through the short cut length that's left. The sides and back are shaved down to nubs, which leaves less than a fourth of an inch of hair length left, but she managed to save more hair on top so your hair isn’t completely shaved down. You open your eyes and lean your head back to look up at her, she smiles at you lovingly before bending over to give your head a kiss.

“Thank you princess.” You whisper.

“Mm I like it when you call me that.” She teases.

You chuckle and lift your head to look at Cassandra who runs her fingertips over your hand while resting her head on your shoulder. Bela steps into the water and carriedsa wash rag in her hand. She pours an intoxicating scent over it then approaches you and begins to scrub the months of grime off.

“I can wash myself Bela.”

“I don’t think so, you need to save your energy. It’s like trying to scrape off the dried blood down in the cellar. ” She groans.

“That could be it, or I think you’re using it as an excuse to touch my body because you like bathing me.” You tease.

Bela glares at you but says nothing and pours water over your head to rinse off the soap, Cassandra lifts her head away in time and laughs. With a smile you lean over and kiss her head, she wraps her arms around you and holds you tighter. Bela finishes scrubbing your face and upper body then washes herself as Daniela stripped and joined all of you. Daniela eyes you with a smirk as she floats over through the water and slips one knee between you and Cassandra, and the other on the other side of you to straddle your lap. Cassandra hisses at her making Daniela roll her eyes while her arms snake around your neck and kisses all over your face.

You wrap your free arm around her waist and keep her against your body. Bela scoots to your free side and cuddles up to you. You rest your head back again, tears spill over and down your cheeks. Their purrs vibrate your chest and despite their cold bodies, they radiate warmth and love over every inch of your being.

“What’s the matter?” Asks Daniela.

The other two look up at you, you hiccup and gasp softly as you tried to catch your breath. After failing miserably to hold your feelings back, the flood gates open. They shoot up, making the water from the tub overflow over the edges onto the floor. Daniela moves off your lap thinking she hurt you but you manage to chuckle through the tears.

“I’m so happy to be home. I missed you all so much that I keep thinking that this is all just a dream…” you choke out.

Bela reaches out and cups your face before she gently pulls you forward to kiss your lips. You sigh into it and push into the kiss. You both linger there for a moment until she moves away and brushes your tears away with her thumbs. Carefully she aids you in standing up so she can fully embrace you. Your body relaxes, using her as support as every inch of her body melts into yours.

“This isn’t a dream, little one. We’re right here and we love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Daniela, who is too impatient, throws herself at you the second Bela clears the way,. She traps your waist with her legs while you hold her up by gripping her thighs. She kisses you multiple times until you laugh, she goes over your face and neck and when she's satisfied with the amount of kisses you received, she let's go.

“I love you.” She beams.

“I love you too.”

Cassandra looks at the water while hugging herself, you approach her slowly and tilt your head down to meet her eyes. They're wet but no tears have fallen yet. She sways her hair to hide her face but you still see her lip quiver ever so slightly. You embrace her as tightly as you can muster, she muffled her sobs with your neck as her hands trace over the indents of your spine and ribs. Quietly you shush her and rub her back soothingly until she settles down, she grabs your face hard enough that her nails dig into your skin. She slams her lips against yours and keeps them there for an eternity. You don't ’t pull back, instead you lean into it and push against her. Your breaths quickened but you're interrupted by Bela tapping your shoulder. Turning your attention to her, Cassandra hides her face on the other side of yours.

“Easy tiger. Once you’re recovered we’ll each have our turn with you.” She winks.

Heat rushes your cheeks but you nod in agreement. After the bath you eat, they drink some cups of wine with a few meaty strips from your plate. With a full belly, you stretch out onto the bed that feels like a cloud from paradise. The exhaustion from the months and especially the last day has caught up to you and you no longer want to fight it. Daniela spoons your side, Bela spoons the other, and Cassandra carefully lays on top of you with her head tucked under your chin.

The next couple of weeks pass in a flash compared to the sluggish pace they had previously gone. You avoid Lady Dimitrescu at every cost, unsure if she's still upset with you or not. The second you hear her heels you dart off in the other direction until you find safety with one of your loves or inside one of their rooms. They have gotten back to their duties, but whenever one is free they follow you around like ducklings, you tease them but secretly love every second of it. One morning you and Daniela are in the library, you're working out under her watchful eye so you don’t overdo it. Thanks to your mutation, you're almost back to normal from consistently having meat, blood, and actual food rather than leftover scraps. However, your body mass and muscles may have returned, but your stamina and endurance are still shit. Climbing up a single flight of stairs tires you out.

Daniela rests on your back with her elbow on your head and her feet by yours as you do push ups and planks, she purposely made herself heavy enough for you to feel her but light enough she won’t cause much resistance. This is your routine: you haven’t gotten any word about returning to work, so you spend your spare time running away from Lady Dimitrescu and gaining back what you lost. Daniela sighs dramatically and flails on top of you with her arms outstretched on either side of your head as you continue to move.

“Something on your mind princess?” You ask.

“How much longer are you going to avoid Mother?”

“Forver if I can help it. I can only imagine how she’s feeling. She finds out I’m dating all three of you, then I go missing and break your hearts, then I attack her and then I go right back to dating her daughters. If I were her I would be pissed.” You reply.

She groans, “this castle is only so big. You cant hide from her forever. Yeah she's probably mad but, she won't hurt you. The longer you drag it out the worse it'll be.”

“See, you say that, then I end up disemboweled and strung up in the garden.” You retort.

She snorts and shifts in her swarm so she's on her belly on your back, she props her elbows on your shoulders and hums softly. She swings her feet back and forth as she comfortably touches you.

“That’s reserved for stupid man-things. I don’t actually know what she'll do to you. Maybe she'll come up with a whole new punishment. "

Your eyes widen and you drop to your stomach with an audible thud, Daniela yips and appears in front of you on the ground as she looks over your face. You release a heavy groan from the impact but slowly raise your head to look at her beautiful, golden, eyes staring right back at you.

“I…I’ll talk to your mother when I’m ready to face her again. I promise. I just want to enjoy my last moments on Earth."

Eventually the girls allow you back into your old room after some major sucking up and hefty promises. After you're certain Lady Dimitrescu is on the other side of the castle you sneak your way through the courtyard and up toward your room. Your room is how you expected it to look, everything covered in a thick layer of dust, even the spiderwebs on the ceiling have dust on them. When you open the closet your heart sinks when moths flutter out and you're left with the crumbs of your old uniforms. Luckily Cassandra had hoarded a few of your other outfits but you're a bit upset to say the least, you really liked those uniforms and Donna put a lot of effort into them.

You push the sleeves of your collared shirt up, and sneak down to the supply closet to gather some cleaning supplies. At least that is still the same. The mops still hang on the right, the brooms on the left, the buckets neatly stacked in the corner and the shelves lined with towels and cleaner. A few hours later Cassandra strolls by and startles you when she coughs to get your attention. You clutch the mop handle against your chest as you stare at her and clear your throat. Her golden glare sends a shiver down your spine, if you weren’t dating her she probably would have killed you just from her angered look alone.

“It’s not what it looks like.” You start.

“Oh it’s not?” She asks sarcastically.

She stalks inside the room, stepping over the bag of garbage and around the mop bucket before she halts in front of you. She leans forward and yanks the mop from your hands before effortlessly throwing it into the bucket of water. She crosses her arms and you gulp but maintain eye contact with her.

“Because to me, it looks like you’re cleaning when you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“Um…old habits die hard?” You shrug shoulders.

“Oh Mother Miranda it's a good thing you're cute." She rolls her eyes.

You chuckle and reach up to kiss her, she returns the kiss happily as she presses into you. You constrict your arms around her and hold her close to your body, breathing in her comforting scent. Suddenly she jerks away and you whimper, she giggles mischievously and bops your nose with her pointer finger.

“I missed you an awful lot Y/N. You have no idea how much I want to show you, but not now. Please don’t overdo it.” She warns before disappearing.

You huff and run your hand over your head to wipe the sweat away. Much later you finish cleaning your old room, it looks good as new, well…it looks good. You toss the bag of garbage into the bin outback near the kitchen, then pause on your way back. Instead of going back to your room you decide to take a detour through the kitchen. To your surprise there are a lot of servants running around in it. They have different uniforms than what you were familiar with and they don’t have the Dimitrescu crest on them. You expected there had to have been someone working down here, your girls bring you food every day and they certainly didn’t cook it. One servant approaches you with a genuine, kind smile.

“Happy to see you up and about my lady. What can I do for you?” She asks.

You shake your head and blink, surprised by the formality “oh nothing I was just curious to see who was down here, and thank them for making me meals. They were delicious. May I ask, who are all of you?”

The woman smiles broader, she looks around your age with vibrant green eyes and bronze hair, but the lines around her face give her a much older appearance. She wears a bright red blouse with a full white apron and a long green skirt that covers her ankles. All the other staff members have similar outfits with variations of pants vs skirts, button ups vs blouses, and some staff have full aprons while others only have waist aprons.

“Oh! Please excuse me for not introducing myself, my lady.” She bows, “I’m Lilla, the personal servant to the Baroness and we are her traveling staff. We were invited by Lady Dimitrescu after your unfortunate accident, and will be here until further notice.”

You stare at her perplexed, “I see. Why do you keep calling me ‘my lady’?” You ask.

Lilla opens her arms to move you out of the kitchen area as other members of the staff scurry past. Back in the dining room she flattens out her apron then looks back up at you. From the close proximity you catch an unusual smell, it doesn’t smell like anything you recognize. However a deeper part of you somehow knows it's not human.

“I apologize if I used the incorrect pronoun to address you by. Lady Dimitrescu informed us that you are to be treated and addressed with the same respect as her daughters. However, if you do not wish to be referred to as ‘lady’ then I would be happy to accommodate whichever title you deem fit.”

“No, that's fine but there's really no need for such formality. I would much prefer that you just use my name.” You answer.

Lilla nods and bows to you again, “ understood. Now, I don’t mean to come off as rude or offensive but I do need to help finish dinner.”

You say goodbye to Lilla then ponder yourself as you venture into the main hall. Clearly you have a lot to catch up on and a lot to get used to. More importantly, you need to know why Lilla and the others don't smell human. You pause in your tracks at the sound that you’ve successfully avoided since your return: those infernal heels. You peer down the stairwell toward the Hall of Four, standing in the doorway to her quarters is Lady Dimitrescu and the baroness. The Lady kneels to the same height as the baroness, giving her the briefest kiss upon her cheek. Upon standing you and the Lady lock eyes; your muscles tense, sweat instantly manifests, your legs feel glued to the floor.

Yet, she says nothing. Instead she gives a final look down to the baroness then disappears down the hallway. You unclench and start to breath again while watching the other woman walk away to the hallway that leads to the carriage gate. She briefly takes a look at you, and you her without exchanging a word. No point in delaying now that she saw you. You walk down the steps, open the door, through the hallway and stop in front of the door to her seating area. It feels like only yesterday you were hauling fire wood in the early hours of morning. You raise your first to knock but before it strikes you hear her voice coaxing you inside.

You click the handle and open the door, stepping through and closing it behind you with a soft click. She's sitting at the couch in front of you with her back facing you, she brings a glass to her lips and takes a slow sip from it. You eye the hole in the fireplace as a way of reassuring yourself it's still there at least should you need to escape.

"I'm not going to hurt you, but if you are ready to talk then sit down. If you're not then you may go. I won't push you to discuss anything you don't want to."

Cautiously you walk to the love seat across from her and sit down. She stars at you for a moment, her eyes examining your reaction, your body language, she probably even reads the micro changes in the air around you. After her staring contest she reaches for the side table where her cigarette holder and cigarette box lay. When she decides and put one in the holder, she brings up her lighter and lights it to life then takes a long, deep inhale. The smoke blows out her nose at a creeping pace, it travels from her nose and down her chin before evaporating into nothingness.

“Do you want to talk about the events that have transpired recently? Or the factory?" She asks softly.

You perk your head in confusion and surprise, the sound of her voice is genuine and riddled with concern. Your heart starts to race and you pick at your fingernails subconsciously, you have barely mentioned anything to anyone, even your girlfriends. It’s not that you don’t trust them, but you know they have their own feelings and issues to tackle without having yours added to them. Lady Dimitrescu tilts her head as she watches your anxiety rise to the surface, your breathing get faster, you become fidgety, and avoid looking in her eyes.

“You don’t have to if you’re not ready, but you should talk to someone about it.” She reassures.

“I…I know and I do want to talk about it but truthfully, I don’t remember much. I blacked out for most of it because I was starved, dehydrated, exhausted, and in constant pain.” The vulnerability manifests into tears, shakes, and quiet sobs.

“He, he chained me down to a chair and I remember being in excruciating pain from being electrocuted. I would shift in defense and I only remember bits and pieces after that. He used those hallucinogenic flowers that Donna grows, so it’s difficult to say what was real and what was fake. He did keep me in this locked room and chained to a wall. I tried to escape the first month. So many times. Each time he caught me faster and faster because I was growing weaker, eventually I became too weak to fight back and gave up. He would throw me scraps from his dinner to keep me alive and….” you choke back another sob, “made me drink out of a bowl like a dog.”

You don’t notice through the blur of your tears, but the sudden pressure around your body and the surrounding smell of smoke snaps you to attention. Lady Dimitrescu is hugging you, not only that, somehow she scooped you off your seat and is holding you tightly to her chest. The dam burst and everything flooded out. You bury your head against her shoulder and sob uncontrollably, your fingers clench onto whatever fabric is nearest and you shake violently. Lady Dimitrescu doesn’t move the entire time, she keeps you close and breathes unnecessary breaths in rhythmic time until your breathing matches hers.

“I’m sorry.” You mutter as you pull away from her shoulder to see the tear and snot stain.

The Lady pulls a handkerchief from her bosom to wipe your swollen eyes then holds it against your nose.

“Blow your nose.” She orders.

Your cheeks flush from embarrassment, you feel like a child but do as she ordered and blow your nose into the handkerchief. She takes it away and puts it behind her next to her cigarettes then looks back at you. The look in her eyes you have only seen once before and it was toward her daughters. They are sympathetic, loving, and most importantly, they show a personal level of understanding.

“Never apologize for showing your emotions cel mic. I know you have been avoiding me because you thought I was angry. I admit I was at first, then I realized you had no control over your actions and once you regained control, you did what you always do: protect your family. I told you before, I will never punish loyalty.”

You sniff and nodd, “thank you My Lady.”

She stands to her full height and brushes a caring hand over your head, her fingers tangling through your hair. While she did you wipe the tears from your face and fully control your breathing.

“You told the head maid that I was to be treated as one of you. Does…does that mean you’re okay with me dating your daughters?” You ask hoarsly.

“If I wasn't, I would have killed you already. Do not think that it did not cross my mind though, I was furious to discover that you were in a relationship with not one, but all of my daughters. That was, until I saw how the news of your…departure affected them. I knew then that you meant more to them than what I thought. That being said..”

She bends down in front of you again, this time her eyes are their usual cold, calculating, and predatory manner.

“I do not want to see them heartbroken again.” She threatens.

Even though she is threatening you, it makes you feel a little better inside and somehow lighter. You even chuckle to which she raised an eyebrow.

“Is this your way of giving me your blessing?” You ask with a sheepish grin.

Lady Dimitrescu stands back upright, she looks you up and down and gives you a mischievous grin flashing her teeth as she does.

“I will call Mother Miranda tomorrow to inform her that we will be visiting so you may update her on your recovery.”

With that, she turns away from you and exits the seating area. You remain there until you can no longer hear her footsteps.

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oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you - Lady Dimitrescu x Reader - Part 1 (Eventual 18+)

Synopsis: As Lady Dimitrescu’s loyal personal maid, you have watched for years as others have come and gone from your Mistress’ bed, desperately wishing you could take their place. Yet despite your deep love for Lady Dimitrescu, she has never once looked at you that way. Years of repressed pain reach their breaking point when you accidentally walk in on one of your mistress’ trysts, for it is then that you finally accept that she will never truly see you. You confront her in hopes of stepping down as her personal maid but soon discover that Lady Dimitrescu won’t so easily let you go.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49435549/chapters/124759192

A/N: Part 1 of 3. All parts are already uploaded on AO3. I'll try and get the other two parts up here over the next couple of days!

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She is always particularly stunning at times like these, in the moments before bed when it is just the two of you. Bathed in the dim light of a dying fire, the warm tones of the flames dance across her pale skin, rendering her with an ethereal delicacy akin to the airy paint strokes of Degas himself. Alone in her room and away from prying eyes, she lowers the walls she keeps built so high, softening her features in a way very few get to see. Here, she is simply Alcina, not Lady Dimitrescu, feared matriarch of House Dimitrescu, and you’ve never found her more beautiful.

Slipping out the final pin binding her meticulous updo together, the last of Lady Dimitrescu’s soft curls cascade down to join the other locks resting freely just below her shoulders. Though no longer forced into place, the wisps of hair still frame her face well, seeming to intuitively adhere to the inherent elegance that surrounds her. It’s a sight you’ll never tire of seeing. Hands reaching out, you fluff her hair, fingertips lingering in an attempt to prolong your time together. They ghost along the nape of her neck, pushing the bounds of propriety, and you savor every stolen touch, no matter how brief they may be. It is, after all, the closest you’ll ever be to her, and well, beggars can’t be choosers. 

Swallowing around the yearning that threatens to consume you, the thought that you’d give anything to remain frozen like this briefly crosses your mind. You don’t want the night to end. Here, in the safety of these walls, you’re able to pretend that she’s yours. You brush her hair, not as a servant carrying out the command of her master, but as a lover displaying her affection. You don’t want to let go, for when you do, the illusion will shatter and take any hope of true happiness with it. 

The rules of decorum call for otherwise, however. And so, with great effort, you pull your hands back to your side and step down from your place behind her, head bowing slightly as you await further orders. Seated at her vanity, Lady Dimitrescu barely spares you a second glance as her hands reach up to fill your place. “That will be all. You’re dismissed.” She says.

Straight to the point, just like always. You should have been used to it by now, the coldness with which she spoke to you. And maybe you would have been, if you didn’t know that she was capable of warmth. But you’d seen the way she doted on the maidens that caught her eye, how she spoiled them. Those lucky few were blessed with the privilege of bathing in the inferno of her passion while you barely managed to grasp onto the dying embers. And the scraps that you could get, well, they did little to fill the ever-growing hole in your heart that her indifference fostered. Despite the unceasing pain it brought though, you were certain you’d never stop chasing her affection. 

But you are a servant first and a pining fool second, so nodding stiffly, you turn and murmur, “Yes, Mistress.” 

With a quick curtsy that you’re sure she doesn’t even see, you spin on your heel and begin to make your way towards the door. The facade drops, having no reason left to hide. Unbidden tears spring in your eyes as the hurt that squeezes your fragile, battered heart begins to crawl up your throat, threatening to choke you with its immensity. The slow, steady pace of your steps gradually increase, becoming erratic as emotion threatens to overwhelm you. By the time you reach the doors, you’re all but running, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of the room. 

Your hands hurriedly reach out to grasp the handles, and you yank the doors open only to stop short as you come face to face with another servant. Her own hand hangs in the hair, poised to knock. Momentary surprise flashes across her face, her eyes widening as her lips round into a perfect little o, but she quickly regains her composure. She straightens, attempting to appear confident; however, her clasped, fidgeting hands betray her.

Hesitantly, she raises her eyes to meet yours. She says, “Lady Dimitrescu asked to see me.” 

It comes out like a question rather than a statement, but her words nevertheless hit you like a smack to the face. You thought you recognized her, and this is why. She’s the lady’s newest flavor of the month. Day in and day out, they waltz in, having a brief but passionate tryst with the lady. They never last long, barely half a month, and the maidens are often never seen again. Yet the disappearances do nothing to diminish your longing to be chosen. You never are though. In the three years you’ve been at the castle, Lady Dimitrescu has never once looked in your direction, and you doubt she ever will. 

As you stand there, staring at the girl who withers beneath your prolonged silence, jealousy rears its ugly head. It crackles down your spine, snarling like a caged beast and urges you to devour the girl before you. Yet it quickly vanishes as rational thought returns, leaving nothing but bleak melancholy in its place. It wasn’t her fault that you were so inadequate. It wasn’t her fault that she’d piqued the lady’s interest, and you hadn’t. She simply suited your mistress’ taste, and you…did not. It was time you accepted that, no matter how much it hurt. 

Deflated, you step aside while gesturing for her to come in, and she cautiously does so. She tiptoes past you, obviously still intimidated. You are soon forgotten though. Upon leaving your immediate vicinity, her nerves seem to melt away, for she practically skips over to Lady Dimitrescu. 

Remaining rooted to your spot, dread pools in your stomach. You should leave. You need to leave. After all, there is only so much you can take in a single evening. The thought of being forced to bear their affectionate interactions makes you sick. 

It takes you a second too long to muster up the courage. The maiden’s voice floats into the air, all lilting tones and cherubic innocence. “You called for me, my lady?”

The change in Lady Dimitrescu is instantaneous. Though you cannot see her, you can hear her: the way her clothes rustle as she stands, the scrape of the chair against the floor, the delight in her voice as she exclaims, “Imogen dear! You’re just in time.” You imagine that the dazzling smile you’d only ever seen directed towards others sits plastered on her face as she stretches out her arms and leans down to embrace her newest lover. The thought of it being true torments you. 

The drastic shift pierces you like a dagger to the heart. Stiffening, you keep yourself from turning around, unwilling to subject yourself to the misery of seeing your Mistress happy with someone who isn’t you, and quickly hurry out of the room. This time, the tears do fall as you all but sprint back to your chambers, where you remain for the rest of the night agonizing over why it was never you.

Unbeknownst to you though, Lady Dimitrescu’s eyes stray to your retreating form as she holds her visitor, intense longing all of her own lingering in their depths.