Yet Another Bela Video I Have Saved

God Bless the Lesbians.

Me, during Episode Nine Season on of Orange is the New Black. At timestamp 28:46

Angst for your tea, anyone?

Good evening or morning or afternoon everyone, welcome to another Angsty Wednesday Saturday here with me on my very ✨angsty✨ and sometimes concerning channel📸 😛✌🏻

Y’all in all seriousness this one is really fucked up, probably the most fucked up thing I’ve ever written. I’ve had this in my drafts for so long but I’ve finally decided to post it. I’m going to warn again, it’s got a lot of extreme shit in here so if you’re squeamish to torture or if it makes you uncomfortable I wouldn’t read this.

Apologies in advance

Alcina x Reader

TW: mentions of torture

Today feature a very sad headcannon/ one-shot in which you were captured by Miranda, tortured, and escaped making your way back to the castle.

You were stumbling through the Village barefoot and barely conscious. It was blisteringly cold out and you only had on a pair of trousers that were ripped and torn, a shirt that was also torn, and your dirty boots. It was so cold you could feel your toes going numb even through your steel toed boots. The wind whipped across your bruised and bloody face as you continued walking through the Village. You honestly had no idea how you were even managing being able to walk. You definitely had a few broken ribs, your shoulder felt like hell, and you felt sick whenever you put pressure onto your left leg. You didn’t even have a coat to protect yourself from the winter air, just your torn up shirt that was more of a towel at this point.

You weren’t sure how long you had been tortured for but it had definitely been over three days. You didn’t know what day it was right now or what time it was, but none of that mattered. You just wanted to see Alcina one last time. You didn’t want to die in that bitches lair, you wanted to die in Alcina’s arms and feel her hold you. And that was a promise you had made to yourself. If you were going to die it would be in Alcina’s arms, not alone in a cell rotting away. Miranda had told you repeatedly that Alcina didn’t love you, that if she did she would had rescued you right away and she hadn’t. You knew that she was lying to you, you knew that she was just trying to torture you emotionally and make you believe Alcina felt nothing for you. You had heard Cassandra torturing her victims in a similar way. Miranda didn’t know anything Alcina was thinking, and honestly even if Miranda was right about Alcina not loving you, the pain you felt in your body made you give less of a shit about how anyone felt about you right now.

For a while, you wandered around aimlessly in the Village wondering where to go and what to do. Everything was hazy and confusing, and you felt sick to your stomach. The castle was calling to you and even if Alcina didn’t love you, where else could you go? You were injured, and disoriented, and you knew the Castle was your best option to go. Even if Alcina didn’t love you, you still wanted to be in her arms when you died. And you could feel death pulling you closer and closer.

You limped on drawing towards the big Castle. You could see it was closer now, the last time you looked up it had been much farther away from you. You were nodding in and out, one minute you were walking out of Miranda’s hideout, the next you were somewhere in the Village, and now you were in front of the castle. How had that happened?

The door was only a few yards away. You used the wall to lean up against and looked at the stairs. This would be a challenge for sure, but you made it this far and you were not dying on the damned stairs. You’d make it inside the warmth of the castle, you could already feel the heat from the many fire places and smell the mouth watering food. The head maid Serana was probably baking some pastries for the girls. ‘Yum,’ you thought. Her baking and cooking was excellent.

You leaned against the stone wall and with all your strength, lifted yourself onto the first few steps. Not so bad, painful, but you were still standing. You looked behind yourself and saw you were leaving a trail of blood. Damn. Hopefully Miranda wouldn’t follow you all the way back to the castle and finish you off. You panted a bit more trying to catch your breath and ascended up the next few steps. That had been a mistake! You felt your left leg giving in and fell to your knees making the pain in your leg, shoulder, and ribs worse. Everything hurt. Everything felt broken and you knew you were covered from head to toe in blood, bruises, marks, lashes, lacerations. You couldn’t even open your right eye, it was swollen shut and you could still feel blood trickling down your nose and lip. ‘Damn, she really did a number on me,’ you thought, crawling up the last few steps and to the door.

You laid there for a while and tried to catch your breath coughing and wheezing. You wanted to fall asleep and rest for awhile, the snow and cold didn’t feel so bad anymore and you actually started feeling a little warm. Weird.

You looked up and raised your hand to the door. “Please dear god, please let this open,” you whispered, pulling yourself up a little and beginning to open the heavy castle door. You could feel it move a little and slipped your arm inside pulling it further. It hurt your shoulders and you coughed a little from the pressure and the cold air you’d been breathing in, but you managed to open it just enough to slip inside. You were crouched over and leaning against the door, shutting it to prevent any cold air from getting inside.

The warmth of the castle instantly heated you up and you could feel your skin burning and itching. You were shaking the coldness off and whimpered against the wall you were using for support. You couldn’t walk straight anymore or stand up, it was too hard. You had used all your strength to open the door and climb those steps. Now you just felt cold, beaten, tired, and weak. “Alci,” you whispered alone to no one in particular.

The castle seemed empty, there wasn’t a maid in sight and you had no idea where the girls and Alcina were. Well knowing Alcina, she was probably in her office working on her business and doing paper work. Dani was probably reading in the library, Bela was most likely helping her Mother with paperwork and Cass was probably in the basement torturing someone. You shuddered and tired not to think about it.

Miranda put Cassandra to shame with her way of torture, AND THAT WAS HARD TO BEAT! You did not think it was possible for anyone to upshow Cassandra, but she did it. Miranda had broken bones, cut you, beat you and she broke you. Not just physically, but mentally and psychologically too. She had asked you how Alcina could possibly love a mere mortal like you. If she did love you then she would have saved you, surely? And she didn’t. No one came to your rescue, you had to fight your way out of that hellhole yourself. You were too tired to ask Alcina that question anyways, you just wanted to slump over and sleep.

“Ughhhhhhh,” you groaned out, finding yourself on the floor now. Had you fallen? Must have, you could feel your palms stinging from trying to catch yourself falling down. The stone floor beneath you felt cool and the warmth from the fires in the castle made you shiver and shake against the stone floor. You probably had frostbite somewhere or were at least very close to having it.

“MOTHER!!! MOTHER COME QUICK!!!!” you heard someone shout. Probably one of the girls. Well it had to be one of the girls, who else would call Alcina ‘Mother?’ You opened your e/c eyes again and saw blood seeping from your wounds and pooling onto the floor. It would be a nice snack for Alcina later, you thought.

You could hear buzzing coming towards you and footsteps in the distance and tried to curl up in a protective ball. What if it was Miranda coming back to beat you again? You knew curling yourself into a ball would do nothing to protect you, but what else could you do, except lie there and pray your nerves would somehow turn off so you wouldn’t feel the pain anymore. “Y/N?” you heard a soft voice next to you and braced yourself. It didn’t sound like Miranda but it probably was. You were back in that horrible cell and Miranda was coming to haunt you again. “Don’t worry, Mother’s almost here! Just-just hold on!”

“Oh my god! Bela, look at her!” You shut your eye closed as tight as you could, panting and whimpered against the floor, now Miranda was making herself sound like Cassandra. Why couldn’t she just kill you and be done with it? Why did you have to keep being hurt over and over! “Please God, let this be it,” you whispered to yourself waiting for the first blow to come.

“Honey hold on, Mother’s almost here. MOTHER!!! MOTHER, HURRY!” You whimpered on the floor and felt tears coming out of your eyes. “Daniela! Stop yelling, you’re scaring her!”

“Y/N!” Alcina. “Darling, my Draga!” you could heard thunderous footsteps coming closer and closer and sobbed on the floor. “No, no, no, no more! No more, please!” you begged.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now!” “You’re not with Miranda anymore, you’re with us!” “We aren’t going to let anything happen to you! We promise!” You heard the girls say to you. You chanced a glance and opened your eye that wasn’t swollen shut. Your hair was obscuring your view slightly, but you could see Bela, Cass and Dani hovering over you, petting you softly. You felt a little safer now, Miranda couldn’t make herself look like all three of the girls… could she?

“Y/N!” Alcina yelled, running up to you and and kneeling down on your side. The girls made room for her and helped Alcina turn you over as gently as they could. “Ahhh- stop! Ngh,” you groaned out, feeling your muscles and body ache all over from them moving you.

Alcina gasped and put a hand over her mouth as she looked at you, having a clearer view of what Miranda had done to you now. Your clothes were ripped and torn to pieces, blood poured out from you seemingly all over and you were covered in bruises, scrapes, cuts, shaking and whimpering on the ground. Alcina let out what sounded like a half wail and half scream. “Fata mea draga! săraca mea, săraca fată! Ce ți s-a întâmplat?!” Alcina screamed out, scooping you up in your arms and cradling you. “Oh, my sweet, sweet darling! You’re safe now, you’re safe! Nothing will hurt you again, I swear it!”

“Mother, her wounds!” Cassandra said.

“We have to do something about this now! Mother, she needs medical attention!” Bela said, holding Daniela who had her hands clamped over her mouth.

“Yes… yes, of course. Come daughters!” Alcina yelled, snapping out of her grief and standing back up. She sprinted through the castle and ran up the stairs and into her chambers where Donna had set up the bed for you. She had been staying with Alcina for the past few nights helping her devise a plan to rescue you and preparing for the worst. Towels were laid down on the bed and a bunch of first aid supplies were set up around the area for her and Alcina to use. Donna had brought a bunch of healing ailments and herbs from her garden to help heal your wounds, she had really prepared for the absolute worst. And what an absolute horrible state you were in, bleeding out and dying in your lovers arms. Your blood had even painted Alcina’s dress a dark, crimson red.

Alcina burst through her door, knocking it to the ground and running up to the bed where she gently laid you down on the towels Donna had provided. “Donna, we must act quickly! She’s lost too much blood, we need to hurry if we are to save her!” Alcina begged to Donna who had remained silent. The two women set to work immediately without needing to speak to each other. They seemed to know what to do before needing to do it. Alcina lifted you up, ignoring your gasps and shutters from the pain and helped Donna taking your clothes off. The two women stripped you naked and took a closer examination of your wounds. “Cassandra, grab the towels and start wiping off the blood.” Alcina said with a shaky voice. The brunette immediately flew over to your side, towels at the ready, and began to soak up the blood from your body. You tried to move away from her but found you couldn’t.

Alcina pulled out a syringe and a vial, filling it with a brown liquid and looking for a vein in your body. “For the pain, darling. It will help,” she said, running a hand down your face. You panicked at seeing something sharp towards you but you trusted Alcina’s words and felt the pinch of the needle entering your skin. Almost immediately, you felt loads better. The pain in your body seemed to settle and soon you could feel nothing, physically and emotionally. All you felt was sleep calling your name and succumbed to its warm embrace. The last thing you saw was Alcina hovering over you, her breast heaving, and her hands cupping your face. “Sleep now, dragul meu,” the Countess said, kissing your forehead. Then, all you saw was blackness.

“It will be much easier to address her wounds now that Y/N’s asleep, Alcina. She won’t feel any pain.” Donna said reassuringly. Alcina nodded her head and stared at you sadly for a few seconds before snapping herself out of her thoughts. Cassandra stepped aside as Alcina grabbed the first aid and uncorked it, pouring a generous amount onto your wounds. The skin instantly began to repair itself, smaller cuts healing immediately some larger ones closing but still remaining. Donna used gauze to wrap your wounds up as Alcina worked starting at your head and down towards your feet. “Slight trauma to her skull, it appears,” Alcina said. She worked her down to your torso and noted the deep bruising that formed on the right side of you. Alcina felt and prodded it a bit before sighing. “Broken ribs as well, and I’m sure I do not need to test the leg to see whether it’s broken or not.”

Donna nodded her head in agreement. “I have some herbs that will help with the pain once she’s awake, but time will have to heal the broken bones.”

“Yes. The most we can do for now is wrap up her leg and keep it elevated,” Alcina said. Once the front of your body had been addressed, the women turned you over and began to address the wounds on the back of your body. The back wasn’t as bad as the front had been, it just had more bruises and lash marks on you. They followed the same routine as they had for the front, Alcina pouring first aid down your back healing lash marks and gashes, followed by Donna who would use bandaids or gauze on your wounds. When they were done you looked a lot better, mostly covered in cuts and bruises and not seeping blood from seemingly everywhere.

Donna and Alcina were careful to pull the towels from under you and turned you back over being mindful of your broken leg. Alcina glanced over to her daughters who were all huddled together looking extremely concerned and scared. Her heart went out to them and she reassured them you would be alright. “Daughters look, she’s much better now. Her condition has improved significantly,” Alcina said, stepping aside so they could inspect you. Daniela was able to relax a bit once she saw that you were not covered from head to toe in deep gashes and cuts. “Mother, will Y/N be okay?” Daniela asked.

“Of course, my sweetling. I won’t let her slip away from us.” Donna had started wrapping your leg with trauma dresses tightly and created a makeshift cast. They propped your leg up on a few pillow and did the same to your ribs. “Wait, Mother! I can make this better!” Daniela yelled, turning into her swarm and flying out of the room. Bela and Cassandra looked confused as they waited for Daniela to return moments later. Once said redhead returned, she had her veil along with her sisters tied into a long strip. She flew up to the ceiling and used her flies to tie one side, Cassandra joining her once she got the idea and together the girls made a sling for your leg to rest in. “Look! It’s a sling!” Daniela yelled, pointing at her work.

“Very good, Daniela. That was quick thinking on your end,” Alcina said, kissing her daughter and holding her as Daniela tightly hugged her mother back. Alcina opened her arms for her other daughters to join and together the Dimitrescu’s huddled standing over you. After a while, Bela and Cassandra took Daniela out of the room as she could no longer hold back her grief and was sobbing hysterically. Alcina wiped her own tears away and looked back at you. Donna had pulled some blankets over your naked form and went into the bathroom to fill up a large bowl of water. She was using a rag to wipe some of the remaining blood off of you and had put a few bandaids on your face. Alcina wet another rag and placed it on your forehead. “Her feet are not frost bitten. That is good.” Donna said.

“I suppose I should thankful the snow has melted. Had she been out there any longer….” Alcina ran a hand down your face and felt tears come to her eyes. “Thank you, Donna.”

“Of course. I will go and call Heisenberg to see if he has made any improvements with our plan.” Alcina nodded her head and sat down on the bed next to you. The Lords had been working together to devise a plan to rescue you and get revenge on Miranda. It was obvious she had kidnapped you, Alcina knew that much but why she did Alcina didn’t know. To hurt her by hurting you? Alcina let out a shaky breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in and felt more tears streaming down her face.

“Ugh,” you groaned out opening your eye.

“Darling,” Alcina whispered, leaning in towards you and cupping your face. You blinked and looked around you. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” you said with a raspy voice. Alcina chuckled and sniffed the gave you kisses on your cheek.

“Dragul meu, my darling,” Alcina said, leaning in to you mere inches from your face. You could feel her tears dripping onto your face. “I am- so sorry. I am so so sorry!” She started crying now and you hugged her.

“For what? You didn’t do anything, Alci.”

“I should have saved you the moment you were abducted! I should have never left your side, I should been there with you when Miranda took you!” she cried.

“No, Alci. Please, don’t blame yourself,” you whispered.

“But it is my fault! Look at what she’s done to you! What I have allowed to happen!”

“No, Alci. You didn’t do this, none of this is your fault. Please, don’t do that. I can’t- I don’t think I can talk too much right now.” You felt exhausted and wanted to fall back asleep.

“Of course, darling,” Alcina replied, sniffing. “Is there anything you need? Anything at all?”

“Mmm, just… hold me a while.”

“Of course, my love.” Alcina moved to the other side of the bed and laid next to you. You couldn’t move at all, your leg was hanging in a sling and your entire body was covered in bandaids and dressings. Everything hurt. Alcina was careful moving around you, she didn’t want to hurt you and make your injuries worse. She helped sit you up a bit so you could move to lay on her chest. Alcina wrapped her arms around you protectively and placed soft kisses everywhere on your face. She started humming a soft tune and lulled you back to a dreamless sleep.

THEY DID HER DIRTY 😭

Therapist: So last week during our solo session Bruno told me about a certain song. That you all sang about him?

Mirabel: Ok, that sounds bad, but we actually have songs like that about everyone in the family. “Generational Trauma Momma” for Abuela. “Dont tell Pepa shes not an Iron chef” is about Pepa and even Luisa has “Light a match for once, PLEASE!”

Therapist: ok— wow— umm

Dolores: Not everyone. Theres no song about me.

Mirabel: Well, for yours, we all learned sign language.

Dolores: WHAT THE HELL!!

“I Love You...”

Love...is not measured in time

Not is it measured in feet or inches.

Not in gallons or cups

Not words.

Love can be many things

Emotions...

Behaviours...

Even beliefs.

But when love took me by the hand and led me to you

Did I snatch my hand away?

Or did I let her show me what I didn't see?

To show me you?

I let her lead me...

Guide me

And now I know that love is not just a word

Or A word at all

It's you

Your smile

How you make me feel

How you make me happy.

I may have got hurt on the way though

And I got through rather slow

But you still waited for me

Even if I have done something terrible

I thought if I opened up

That love will shatter all of my dreams

Shatter what I wanted

Whom I wanted.

You say things like

"Don't pay attention to the world ending

In the morning it'll begin again."

And it makes things better

I gave you the sun

And you gave me the moon and stars

You treated me like I was worth everything

That I can have everything

You are amazing and beautiful, my love

You are passionate and ruthless in the best way

You are loving and lovely

You are mine.

So don't tell me, even on your worst days

That you're selfish

That you're ugly

That you're not good enough

You are selfless and amazing

Beautiful and stunning

inside and out

And you are beyond enough

I feel safe and confident with you

Love is not just a word.

You are amazing.

I love you

Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you.

Ruelle of the Autumn, 2021

Juliette: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.

Poison: Puppy...what did you do?

If you’re a monster fucker, reblog this.

Locker Room Talk Pt.5

Andi: So~ Have you seen anyone who sparked interest?

Emeril: No.

Liora: Absolutely not.

Andi: Why?~

Emeril: I haven't felt butterflies around anyone in the sorority.

*Andi continues to brush Emeril's hair*

Liora: I don't like people getting too close to me.

Andi: But you hug people all of the time.

Liora: I mean emotionally, Andi.

Andi: Oh...Are you standoffish like Lorelei?

Emeril: She's not standoffish at all! She-

Liora: I can be sometimes but I just don't like people.

Emeril: But you like us-

Liora: Let me reword my sentence...I don't like people I don't know.

Andi: Alright, that's better ^^

turns out a creampie isn’t a pastry and the internet is a disgusting place

Look at her arms! Look at her face!

Please-

I will kneel, no hesitation.