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Hello my lovelies,

I’m sorry for the silence these past few months, it’s been stressful for a number of reasons I won’t get into. So it comes as no surprise that I will going on hiatus until further notice. I really wanted to clean out my ask box before the year was done, but truly all of my time has been taken up by my work. Thank you for your support over the past year and I hope to come back with a fresh mind and a heathier attitude ヾ(•ω•`)o

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An idea I like thinking about is because the guest is the only human in the castle (minus the servents) their the only one able to produce their own body heat.

That’s a very cool idea! It does make sense logically, since all of Miranda’s creations are made of mould instead of ooey gooey guts like us humans. Although the Dimitrescu brothers don’t need temperature to survive (Unless it’s freezing) it’s fun to think what would happen if the guest was the only one to produce their own heat. 

I don’t think it would ever get too cold in the castle, the walls are too thick and a fire is always lit to resemble a homely comfort. Sometimes the servants have to bundle up for warmth, but that’s mostly because of their lacklustre living quarters. 

The Dimitrescu family can feel heat, sure, but they don’t produce it. When body temperature isn’t one of the vital things keeping you alive, sometimes you forget it’s a necessity. For the first few times they placed a hand on the guest they were gently reminded of that fact.

I feel like the reader would become a personal heated blanket for the brothers. They enjoy having something they can smuggle up with that won’t turn tail and run at the best opportunity. I feel like they would enjoy resting against their chest listening to the thumping beat of their heart. They find comfort in the rhymical sound, and excitement when the pace quickens. 

The Lord feels the same. It is not often he thinks back to before all of this, but there are some human qualities that are sorely missed. The warmth of another is one of those lost comforts. Maybe he gives them a few more fleeting touches, lingering holds, and more excuses to be close to them. 

It’s cute, it’s warm, and just so Human.

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Hi! You don't know me and I don't know you but I've seen ya have been gone for a while and just wanted to ask if you are doing alright? (Btw this isn't about like you updating ur writings ect just worried bout you) Remember to take care of yourself <33

Hey there, thanks for checking in.

I know I've been gone for a while, and I do feel quite guilty for it. I know I shouldn't but uuuuhhhh. It's mostly down to a matte of time. I've been horrendously busy and it's not as easy to find spare time. I really wish there were more hours in the day, or that I could sleep less, that way I could get things done (*╯^╰)

But I have been tampering away in the background at chapter six and trying to clean out my inbox. There's only a few requests left then I can open them again, horary!

I am doing alright, it's just been stressful. Thanks for checking up on me, stranger. I really appreciate it ♪(´▽｀)

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Please of please the boys dancing with the reader as she sings; just them having fun from Albins s/o softly singing jazz as they slow dance to daniel’s s/o crooning love songs as they waltz just please I’ve been plagued by this idea for ages homie (yes I’m the sweater anon shhh)

Singing and Dancing Jazz:

(Hello hello sweater anon (｡･∀･)ﾉ It's good to see you again, I hope you are doing well!)

Beautiful, isn’t it? 

A songbird without a cage dancing in the moonlight. Their voice a smooth symphony filling the hollowed halls. Not one note out of place, all tunes in tune. If the Lord feels so inclined, he’ll join in too, standing tall beside the reader and letting his vocal cords do the talking. Or singing, in this case. They harmonise wonderfully, letting all who listen begin to lull under a spell.

Belmont, Cassandros, and Daniel admire from the dance floor, moving their bodies in tune with the melody. They bow to each other, taking their turns on the dance floor. If the Lord taught his sons anything, it was how to move in a respectable manner. But they step on each others feet, albeit intentionally. 

The reader moves effortlessly across the ballroom floor dressed in the finest threads the village has to offer. An outfit from Albin's recommendation. It decorates the readers frame perfectly, highlight all their best qualities. The Son’s match the quality of dress, donning themselves in suits rather than cloaks. 

The guest is passed around the family members like an ornate ornament. Each taking turns to gracefully lead them into the arms of another. Belmont takes the lead, wanting to show off the guest to his brothers. He’s practiced this routine many times, and performs it flawlessly. Cassandros keeps the reader on their feet, watching closely for any mistakes. One wrong move and they’ll never hear the end of it. Daniel is far more forging, wanting nothing more than to have the guest in his arms. He is satisfied with that, even if he does move in closer. 

But the final dance is reserved the Lord. When the moon lowers, and the midnight dew falls upon the morning, is the perfect time to ask for a dance. He dips and sways them every which way, taking care to accommodate for the size difference. Truly, it is a blissful night to remember. 

(I have also written head cannons for how the family dances with the reader which you can find here!)

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Okay let me get a little spicy for a hot second because I’m actually curious.

Lord Dimitrescu right,

Are you top or bottoming this bitch?

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How do you think it would go if Lord dimitrescu and sons went on a trip to walmart with s/o?

A trip to walmart:

Even though living in the village has its luxuries, the lavished living is nice and the food always fresh, there are times where something is missing. Something you need. An item from the outside world. And when the Duchess isn’t able to offer her services, there is only one place to go.

Walmart.

Of course, everyone is giving them strange looks. And not just because the son’s look like every teenagers vampire wet dream. It’s because there’s an almost ten foot tall man trying to get through the door which keep closing on him.

Dimitrescu is the only one actually helping his s/o find what they need, which comes in handy when you are a very tall man. He can scan the aisles and find whatever you’re looking for quickly. Just go straight and take the fourth turn on your right. It’s deliciously efficient.

I can definitely see Cassandros and Daniel messing about with the trollies as Belmont tries to track them down. Daniel sitting in the vehicle as Cassandros pushes him around, causing havoc in the dairy section and chaos by the pet food. Security can’t catch them, least they be swarmed by hundreds of flies. Even the Karen's tremble in fear of the though of bugs ruining their latest bad haircut. The Lord doesn’t stop them, he lets his sons have fun. The s/o has to tell them to stop.

It’s never as simple as getting what you came for, there is always that one extra item that was just begging to be taken off the shelf. In this case it happened to be one of those singing dancing saxophone playing cactus. Daniel was taken by it the moment he heard the cheesy jazz song. The Dimitrescu’s eventually leave, with a handful of shopping and a lifetime ban from the store. 

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What would the lord reaction be to Daniel's letters to the reader if its not a spoiler for the story.

Lords reaction to Daniels love letters:

(It’s not a spoiler don’t worry! The letters have a place in the story but it’s not this.)

Writing love letters is a fine art. Anyone can do it, but only few can do it well. Daniel is one of those selected few. Able to commune the sweetest of words with the most grotesque of fantasy's onto one piece of parchment. Although thrilled to have his son blessed with artistic talent, when the Lord discovers the secret stash, he has some questions. 

He has to sit the reader down in his office and ask ‘What are you intensions with my son?’

Daniel is Dimitresu’s youngest, and because of youngest child syndrome, he is quite protective when it comes to love interests. Picky too. He has to be sure they are worthy of inheriting the Dimitrescu family title. And if Daniel is really hellbent on an old-fashioned courtship, then the reader will have to beg the father for permission.   

Now, the reader may not be trying to court his son, but these letters are painting a fine picture of Daniel being smitten with the intension of pursuing them.  Young love, some would call it a fools gambit. Of course his son could do no harm. No, you are the problem. And the solution. 

The Lord has a long conversation with them, and when a compromise is reached, he lets them go. Whatever action the reader wishes to take, they must keep this in mind. Daniel falls hard, and lands even harder. If they break the illusion he put himself under, they will be the one paying for the damage.

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Hello! I love your work! How would Daniel react to a reader confessing their love for him? Like they bust out the victorian era confessions and hand made poems of their own, just for him.

Daniel's reaction to a reader confessing to him:

He would marry them on the spot.

That’s not even an exaggeration. If the reader were to pull out all the stops for him, display all the bells and whistles, it would make him melt completely. 

Picture this: A delightful night under the stars, the ruckus of the day far behind you, and the uncertainty of the night slips in. The reader has brought Daniel to a secluded area of the greenhouse, away from pestering family members, where the two of them can be alone. 

They sit on a white bench coated in wild roses and there in the serine setting produce to him a handful of handmade poems. Each one unique, each one tailored for him, each one revealing their open heart to him. 

Daniel would be stunned for a bit after. It’s not anything bad, he just didn’t think a confession could be this perfect. A scene like this is only something he could dream of, it’s strange to see it played out in real life. Something clicks in his brain and he throws himself at the reader, peppering them in sweet kisses. 

Honestly after that it would be hard for Daniel to keep his mind off anything. He’ll be gushing about it to his brothers, re-enacting that faithful moment in his mind. The memory being so impactful it glued itself to his eyelids. 

He’ll always see them like that, under the moonlight, stars in their eyes and blush on their cheeks. It makes his heart flutter whenever he looks at them. He’s always wanted a romance sweet enough to rot hearts, just like the ones he read about, and now he has one. He can’t help but melt!

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When did you change your pfp?! It looks derpy as fuck (affectionate) but I thought I clicked on a different person's post and got scared. All I wanted was vampire fiction, not a whole ass 5 point structured story about those emotions.

(Also, love your work. Like, I know I've said it so many times before but seriously your posts feed me.)

Hehe, well I can't argue with you there, it does look derpy. I wanted to change it for a while, and finally got around to it this morning. I just drew the first thing that came to my head... Which happened to be getting strangled by a mysterious shadow creature no questions needed.

You can't have a story without emotions! How else am I supposed to emotional destroy my audience??? ( •̀ ω •́ )y I love you guys I swear.

And, once again, I thank you for enjoying my content ♪(´▽｀)

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arguments with the vampire boys (all of them)?? what do we fight over and how do we make up 🤭 ALSO LOVE UR WORK MWAH

Arguments:

I don’t think Dimitrescu is one to get into arguments with the guest often. That isn’t to say he doesn’t get into arguments full stop, Karla is a testament to that. He is most likely to argue with his guest about their manners, or if he thinks they are getting too involved with the village. The arguments rarely last long, and within the hour a solution is proposed. He is a civil man and is able to compromise on agreeable terms for both parties.

It is easy to but heads with Belmont. With his oldest brother complex and a firm regime to take the lead, it was only a matter of time before him and the reader squabble. They would probably argue over who is right, who knows better, and who is in charge. Belmont is fierce, his words pricking the reader as much as his teeth do. The eldest sibling hardly admits that he’s wrong, even if he knows it. More often then not the guest has to swallow their pride before shakings hands.

Arguments with Cassandros are messy. He’s rash and impulsive, even the smallest of things can cause him to bite back. He provokes, talking down to the guest and testing their limits. How much of yourself are you willing to put on the line to defend your argument? Too much, the effort is not worth the pay off. Never undermine his achievements or compare him to his brothers. He already feels a lack of self worth with his family, don't add proof to that. 

Daniel hates arguing with the guest. It breaks his heart seeing them at opposite ends. They’re soulmates, so why are they being so difficult? The guest is most likely to argue about how stifled they feel. Daniel doesn’t take kindly to the guest being unchaperoned, even in his own house. He’ll whine and tell them it’s for their own safety or some bullshit like that. He wants to kiss and make up, specifically the kiss part, but often feels as if he is right, and the guest needs time to realise that. However, leave him alone for long periods of time and watch him crawl back with a bouquet. 

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I love Lord Dimitrescu content don’t get me wrong, but lately I’ve been craving Male! Donna Beneviento content, especially after seeing artwork of genderbent Donna, and your post from yesterday is so great! I hope you and/or other writers write more Male! Beneviento content because it’s such an interesting idea! Love your work!! 💜💜

Haha thank you! Honestly writing for Don has been really fun and I do intend to do it more in the future. I've been considering writing a short one-shot for him, but that will have to wait until after I finish here within these walls. I really would like to see more writes write about him, but the gender bent re8 fandom is scarce enough as is, so it might be a while for others to pick it up. Thank you so much I drew a little doodle for your kind words ヾ(•ω•`)o

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Hello! I can't tell if your still accepting ask or not but if not sorry to bug ya. If so can I ask for the Lord and his sons celebrating there guest/so's birthday? They love to celabrate it but people normaly forget? If not its ok hope you have a lovely day! :)

Celebrating the guests birthday:

(Edit: Okay so I wrote this and remembered I did another thing for the guest's birthday so I'm going to also link that here for the occasion.)

When you’re presumably immortal, or have a lack of aging, birthdays become irrelevant. How would you enjoy it if you were celebrating something completely mundane  every year? It would lose it’s value. 

Obviously they cannot know their guest’s birthday without them telling. I don’t think they would even ask, the concept of celebrating being completely forgotten by time. So no News Years party, Valentines, or St. Patricks. It would be up to the guest to let them know.

It has been quite a while since any of them celebrated anything really. Dimitrescu is the one who keeps track of the date, whilst the sons are happy to go about their lives never needing to. There is no need to fret about this day being forgotten, Albin will make a personal note of it.

Dimitrescu is in charge of pretty much everything. It’s not that he doesn’t trust his sons to plan, he just knows he can do a better job. Whatever the guest wants to do they will do. Whatever they want the day is theirs. Nothing is off the table... Well maybe not that far but you get the idea. It’s a shame knowing how forgetful people can be, so there is a lot to make up for.  

The sons try to have a hand in organisation. Try. I say this as their attempts to be involved are diminished. Belmont get’s close, actively getting involved with the process and offering advice. Daniel’s ideas are more centred on the guest, picking things he knows they would like. And everyone has to restrain Cassandros from handling the catering. He want’s to help, but please don’t eat anything he makes. 

If the reader wants a celebration they are going to get a celebration to remember. Today is going to be overflowing will love and appreciation for the guest, platonic or otherwise! 

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I just had a thought of Lord Dimitrescu blowing little hearts with his cigar smoke and now I can’t stop thinking about it help 

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I love whenever you post, it's not often but when you do it's great! Obviously the quality of your work takes time and you need time to yourself as well. I hope you're doing alright, and as always brilliant work!

Jenjimin my blorbo my scrunkly scrimblo.

I don't know what else to say apart from thank you (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

I do feel bad that I'm not able to post as often some writing blogs but I do always try my best to find time to write. And I sincerely hope what I am able to produce is satisfactory and enjoyable for the audience I write for. We're all just feral vampire men lovers looking for content and we deserve it!

I hope you're doing alright too! ♪(´▽｀)

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Hey friend! I love your HCs. how would the Dimitrescu's react to reader who is a vampire just like them but flirty~ ;)

With a flirty vampire reader:

Having someone who is like them certainly makes things easier. There is no need to hide their true nature from the reader nor is there a need compromise for them. They can all enjoy the thrill of first blood and bond over being creatures of the night. It would also be interesting to see someone who knows their way around flowered words and lingering touches. It will make quite the impression on this family. 

Dimitrescu handles it well. The reader is not the first to take such a bold approach to him, and they won’t be the last. He will return the gesture with equal, if not more, enthusiasm. It becomes a game of sorts, who can fluster the other first? Be wary of the tension between these two, it will crackle and spark like a loose wire. The son’s groan whenever they see this. There is truly nothing worse than seeing your dad flirt.

Belmont is confused. He doesn’t truly understand the readers intention, even if they are good. Sure, he admits it is nice to have the attention. The little things such as always feeling a warm hand or the way their words make his heart flutter offer some comfort, but he still keeps his distance. 

Cassandros is delighted. Finally, someone who can match his energy. The reader will have fun with this one. He enjoys seeing his family members getting flustered by the little touches and sincere words. Although that is a double-edged sword. When the reader turns their attention to him, he is quick to loose his composure. 

Daniel is malfunctioning in the corner. He’s always been more of a romantic, albeit a dreadfully dangerous one. A classic slow burn was always what he envisioned. So having someone like them express interest in him so upfront throws him through a loop. None of his books told him about this. He is unprepared for this. He thinks he needs to take up some modern reading in order to keep up with the reader. He needs to woo them just as much as they wooed him! 

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Thank you for all of your wonderful ideas I can’t wait to get started on them!

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Hey.

my ask box is open again. 0/10 spots available. 

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