“Come here, darling.”
By all counts, the words ought to have seemed threatening. Everything about the Lady screamed ‘danger’ in that moment. Her lips were painted a darker sanguine from something other than her trademark lipstick, curled back to reveal the sharp jut of deadly teeth. Her claws, razor sharp, had been known to cut down many without mercy or hesitation. Her eyes were beaming things, vivid amber aglow from the potency of her own hunger, her need.
Yet for you, harm had never come and the coo of her voice is soft, tones she’d only ever expressed for those she cherished; her daughters and yourself.
You stepped closer.
me everyday when men say she's not a lesbian
Shout out to the Lady Dimitrescu fanfic writers who do that grab chin to look at me thing, very fruity of you all.
Ladies and gentlemen, Helena Mankowska.
our poor countess and her lack of knowledge on specific art store names🧎♂️
Alcina: Ew, I think I stepped in shit
Heisenberg: *Crys out in pain*
Alcina: Oh, Heisenberg it’s you
At the very least let’s see if Tumblr accepts this covering? ACTUAL version on my Twitter ❤️ the rest I’m still working up the nerve to post
Lady Dimitrescu: Heisenberg, you gross robbing hobo manthing. you vile thief, ungodly harrowingly crude dirt man
Ethan: whoa, thatd he do?
Karl: i just-
Lady Dimitrescu: he ate all of my biscuits, every last one! you fat bastard manthing
Side-blog for Lady D fics as I read them + general love for our lady
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