I Dont Know If You've Imagined This Yet But Considering That Our Lovely Lady Alcina Is A Giant She Probably

Alcina: Bela, i mean Daniela...

Bela and Daniela: * giggles*

Cassandra: ...

Never drew a comic before but reading a post about Lady D being distracted by a maiden and hitting a doorway needed to happen.

Cassandra to Bela: Watch this.

Cassandra to Y/N: Maman, what do bees make?

Y/N: Honey?

Alcina: Yes, dearest? What is it?

Cassandra to Bela: See? Told you, Mother's whipped!

cracked foundation on top of ashen grey skin? like, muah 💋❤ get over here with ur corpse-like ass..... grey gums, tongue and slightly discolored teeth? now THAT'S what I'M talkin bout 😍

The fact that 8,000 people reblogged this 😂Alcina’s gonna have a booked schedule these next few weeks

My lady 🥀🙏🏻

Parents: When are you going to meet a nice guy and have children?

Me, a raging lesbian:

Sorry for another one but I my head this sounded funnier!! Reader needs to take her medicine but it’s literally ultimate cat and mouse to catch the reader to take it 😂😭~

(maybe it ends in the reader with a broken toe Jk-

I randomly opened up my inbox and saw I had request!!! I’m sorry I missed this before!! I honestly dk how old this is but let’s get to it!

Warnings: None enjoy! 

Medicine

You ran, your heart beating out of your chest wasn’t stopping you while you took a sharp left. The click of her heels only getting closer the more you ran.

This isn’t working!

You think to yourself as you scan the halls for somewhere to hide. Your eyes lock onto a familiar door and you sprint pushing your abused legs as fast as you can, you bust through the door into the familiar area of the foyer. Booming down the stairs you nearly fall as you reach the bottom. Hearing the door behind you slam open you throw a quick look over your shoulder seeing the nine foot countess bend through the doorway. As she straightens up she meets your eyes with a glare, the pill bottle still in hand. You run again, determined to win your little game you sprint to the left through the double doors but smirk. You had a trick up your sleeve. Turning right you quickly make your way down the steps to a door. Quietly cracking the door you slip through it sprinting around the corner into the Duke’s room. The Duke has come to set up shop today making this the perfect place to hide.

“Why hello Y/N! How are you doing today?”

You nod your head respectfully at the Duke before putting your finger to your lips to shush him.

“Do you have anywhere I can hide?”

You ask out of breath desperately searching the room for a place to squeeze your body into.

Keep reading

So it was all a lie?

part 1

TW mentions of suicide intention, but nothing graphic. Please be careful

also angsty

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Your feet dangle freely over the balcony stone rail. The cold breeze does a great job soothing your red and stained cheeks. You have no more tears left to cry but the swelling in your eyes hasn’t eased.

In the somewhat long time you’ve met Alcina Dimitrescu you learned to not underestimate her capacity for cruelty.

You knew that playing with fire you was ought to get you burnt sooner or later.

You really can’t say you didn’t expect it. Are you sad? Yes. Do you have a broken heart that makes you feel a heavy physical pressure on your chest? Absolutely. But surprised? No.

You are still in awe of how good of an actress she is, at how she managed to be so convincing.

Her arms held you close and tightly at night, offering protection against your demons. Her lips kissed you tenderly in the privacy and solitude of her chambers, making you feel lightheaded in the best of ways. Her whole face full of worry whenever you got injured, melting your heart with how caring and loving she was…

Now you know better.

Her arms wrapped around you like snakes that were only meant to prevent you from escaping her claws. Her sickly sweet kisses like a drug to keep you docile and compliant.  Her “genuine” worry was nothing more than a cover of the fear of anything harming you.

Harming Miranda’s chosen.

Because all it was Alcina’s love —if you can even call it that anymore— was nothing but lies and deceit, nothing but a carefully performed plan to keep you naïve and oblivious to your real purpose.

You had always wondered what was so different, so special, about you that the Matriarch hadn’t disposed of you the first weeks you started working at the castle and instead let you live fairly free of punishments.

You wondered what she had seen about you that spiked her interest.

Nothing, it seems, only a foolish girl that could fall under her spell with some breathtaking eyes and charming smiles.

A harsh blow of wind tangles your hair, but you don’t care anymore. The snow under you looks so pretty, so comfy to lie onto and it almost makes you feel tempted to jump from the terrace of the castle where you are currently sitting. You say almost, because you are sure if you’re so important to Miranda she’ll find a way or another to bring you back, whether as yourself or a monster you wouldn’t want to find out. Besides, the splatter of bright red on a white canvas is ought to catch some attention, and you wouldn’t want to scandalize the girls with such terrible spectacle.

If your relationship with Alcina was nothing but a world of make-belief, you try to at least pretend the friendship with her daughters was genuine. A tired smile comes to your lips as you recall some moments with the three gremlins… Your smile turns bitter when you realize the young ladies can and would take her mother’s side if you ever tried to escape, hunting you to the end of the world and beyond only to bring home the prize if Alcina gave them the order. Perhaps every bit of friendliness is in your head after all. You really are trapped in a spider web of trickery.

The thing here is, you really fell hard for them. You grew to love them all like your own family and, if given a choice, you would have stayed with them to spend your life as such.  But then again, you are certain now that to them you were nothing but a plaything, nothing but a mere toy.

Wishing that you hadn’t heard that conversation becomes a prayer, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Too late you realized that the visitor on the other side of the oak door was none other than the dreaded Mother Miranda, the same one who you had been taught to fear so many years ago.

You heart shattered when you heard your “lover” answering to Miranda’s query, saying you’d be ready to be used as Eva’s vessel the next evening, that she had you eating from the palm of her hand and that you were unsuspecting. But what hurt you the most, what completely destroyed you was her laugh followed by a remark of how stupid you were, how innocent of you believing she could love you and how funny your face was when you looked at her like a puppy looks up to their master. You didn’t need to stay for the rest and ran towards the only place you knew you’d be alone.

At least a few hours are left before the sun starts to settle. You know your chances are narrow, but maybe you can try and escape from the dungeons. It was well known among the maids that there was an exit there, if you were resilient enough to go through it and survive. Thus far you haven’t known of anyone who actually made it out, but you decide you’ll either run or die trying…