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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Muses:
More muses likely to come at a later date, but these are the current ones!
Maven
Alexei Ripley (request only)
Narcis
Victorina Stormwind
Solveig Nydoorin
Myrrh Hexum
Minthe Hexum
Ivan
Sarenn
Nikola Davinos
Victor Villanelle
Tempris Tachonis
Circe Seremai
Templar Tachonis
Oleandra Tachonis
Morella Wyrdwell
Talon Mars
* ― ANGELS IN AMERICA PROMPTS PRT 1 .
my friend psyche asked me to post these for them💕
❝ i wish i was an octopus, a fucking octopus. eight loving arms and all those suckers. ❞
❝ not the brightest man on the bench, but he has manners. ❞
❝ could you please not take the lord’s name in vain? ❞
❝ i’m not religious but i like god and god likes me. ❞
❝ it would mean something to me. you understand? ❞
❝ thanks, [name]. but i have to give it some thought. ❞
❝ people who are lonely, people who are left alone, sit talking nonsense to the air. ❞
❝ everywhere, things are collapsing, lies surfacing, systems of defense giving away. ❞
❝ cash, check or credit card? ❞
❝ people are like planets, you need a thick skin. ❞
❝ it’s the price of rootlessness. motion sickness. the only cure: to keep moving. ❞
❝ oooh, cemetery fun. don’t wanna miss that. ❞
❝ poor [name]. i’m sorry your [familiar, lover, friend] is dead. ❞
❝ sorry i didn’t introduced you… i always get so closety at this family things. ❞
❝ i don’t blame you hiding. bloodlines. ❞
❝ you don’t notice anything, if i hadn’t been fellating you last night i’d swear you were straight. ❞
❝ dogs have brains. ❞
❝ cats have intuition. ❞
❝ don’t you think i’m handling this well? i’m going to die. ❞
❝ i can’t find a way to spare you. ❞
❝ fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! ❞
❝ that’s what i like to hear. a mature reaction. ❞
❝ bad timing, funeral and all, but i figured as long as we were on the subject of death… ❞
❝ there’s something creepy about this place, remember rosemary’s baby? this apartment looks like that one. ❞
❝ i am afraid of the crimes i may commit. ❞
❝ you want to confess, better you find a priest. ❞
❝ catholics believe in forgiveness. jews believe in guilt. ❞
❝ change for the good. i need to be a part of that, i need something big to lift me up. ❞
❝ if i do have emotional problems is from living with you. ❞
❝ life sucks shit. life… just sucks shit. ❞
❝ well, oh boy. a gay republican. ❞
❝ i mean you sound like a… like a republican. ❞
❝ one wants… but one so seldom gets what one wants, does one? ❞
❝ you know you’ve hit rock-bottom when even drag is a drag. ❞
❝ in my church, we don’t believe in homosexuals. ❞
❝ in my church, we don’t believe in mormons. ❞
❝ nothing unknown is knowable. don’t you think it’s depressing? ❞
❝ i usually say “fuck the truth”, but mostly, the truth fucks you. ❞
❝ tell me without making me ask. please. ❞
❝ are you a homo? ❞
❝ i like this, this is very zen; it’s… reassuringly incomprehensible and useless. ❞
❝ what if i walked out on this? would you hate me forever? ❞
❝ there’s nothing left of me to kill. ❞
❝ i am not a homosexual. i am a heterosexual man, [name], who fucks around with other guys ❞
• °☆ Carrie (1976) ☆ ° •
feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.
“These are godless times, (name).”
“I see. I pray you find Jesus.”
“She can’t get away with this. I’m gonna get her.”
“Any criticisms? Anybody?”
“Let it go, (name).”
“One more word out of you and I’m gonna knock you down, do you understand me?”
“This isn’t over! This isn’t over by a long shot!”
“Why didn’t you tell me, (name)?”
“(Name), I was so scared, I thought I was dying.”
“Don’t lie to me, (name), don’t you know by now that I can see the inside of you?”
“I can see the sin as surely as God can!”
“Let me go, (name)! Please, you’re hurting me.”
“Don’t be in such a hurry!”
“What is it, then? You can trust me, you know that.”
“I know who he goes around with. They’re just trying to trick me again.”
“I’ve been invited to the prom.”
“His name is (name), and he’s a very nice boy, (name).”
“Because it is a very big deal for (name), and you know it!”
“Well, you know, I can make sure that you don’t hurt (name) anymore.”
“We’re not trying to hurt her, (name). We’re trying to help her!”
“Witch. Got Satan’s Power.”
“It has nothing to do with Satan, (name). It’s me. Me. If I concentrate hard enough, I can move things.”
“You must renounce this power, you must give it up, you must never use it.”
“He’s going to laugh at you, they’re all going to laugh at you!”
“Look what (name) gave me, (name). Aren’t they beautiful?”
“I don’t want to stay here with you, (name).”
“Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.”
“Watch out! You wanna get us killed? Dumb shit.”
“He promised and I believed him, but sin never dies.”
LIZZIE : A NEW AMERICAN ROCK MUSICAL - ACT TWO starters ( p.s - please listen to lizzie its so good ! )
“ it’s a nightmare ” “ it’s a fright ” “ a mob is gathering outside ” “ it must’ve been a lunatic ” “ its just us girls ” “ why would you go up there after… what happened ? ” “ there’s no ac ” “ its august ” “ and its 95 degrees ! ” “ what the fuck ! ” “ what have you done ? ” “ well, i wasn’t gonna wait for an engraved invitation ” “ quit your bitchin’ “ “ did he look ? ” “ did he blink ? ” “ gotta act like we’re normal ” “ get your shit together ” “ i didn’t hear you come home last night ” “ give that to me ! ” “ i would if i were you ” “ don’t let them see ” “ what’ve you done ? ” “ why didn’t you tell me ? ” “ what are you doing ? ” “ what do you know ? ” “ who told you that ? ” “ were you alone ? ” “ did he have enemies ? ” “ how about at home ? ” “ was everybody sick ? ” “ what did she wear ? ” “ stop, stop, stop ! ” “ will you stay ? ” “ what are you going to tell them ? ” “ the truth ” “ i want to know the truth ! ” “ but i said no ” “ im moving uptown, honey ” “ i don’t seem to remember it ” “ i don’t know ” “ losing is not a game that i play ” “ when this whole thing is over, i’ve got to get away ” “ i think she did ” “ i just got paid ” “ i swear i didn’t say it ” “ maybe someday, you’ll come back to me ”
LIZZIE : A NEW AMERICAN ROCK MUSICAL - ACT ONE starters ( p.s - please listen to lizzie its so good ! )
“ after my father, i was so christened ” “ i am innocent ! ” “ pennies must be pinched ” “ he’s fuckin’ rich ” “ it seems a bit peculiar ” “ they’ve kept it up for years ” “ but i hear things on the street ” “ i don’t mean to start a rumor ” “ this is not love ” “ what kind of life am i living ? ” “ i have no voice ” “ its not enough to say you’re sorry and still have your fun ” “ is it too much to ask for ? ” “ is it so wrong to want more ? ” “ are you having troubles again with your- ? ” “ i gotta get out of here ! ” “ you can tell me anything ” “ i wont give you away ” “ i’m afraid tonight ” “ something doesn’t feel quite right ” “ it’s gonna turn out bad ” “ don’t i deserve it ? ” “ it’s killing me ” “ i wanna know who i am ” “ i don’t know how ” “ the room is hot ” “ i can barely breathe tonight ” “ we’ll be safe ” “ everything is fine ” “ i love you ” “ am i doomed ? ” “ that house is not my home ” “ your secret’s safe now ” “ you never will be ! ” “ i don’t want any breakfast ” “ what time is it ? ” “ we must’ve fallen asleep ” “ i’m so afraid to leave you ” “ i’ve tried to keep you safe ” “ the book of household poisons ? ” “ wouldn’t it be easy now ? ” “ well, what do you need then ? ” “ a stain ? ” “ shall we go upstairs ? ” “ she thought she had been poisoned ” “ who would do something like that ? ” “ i’m afraid that somebody will do something ” “ will you lay next to me ? ” “ will you rest for a while ? ” “ let me bring back your smile ” “ will you stay ? ” “ i don’t know how to say it ” “ we will find a better way ! ” “ i will protect you ” “ there is right ” “ and there is wrong ! ” “ i’m so afraid ” “ i don’t feel very well ” “ i don’t want to be alone in this house ! ”
act two coming soon!
For every 📎 I get in my ask box, I'll post a thread that I want to do.
Not necessarily with the person who sends. Just a thread I want to do in general some day.
“Now Tyranny,” Wicander started, walking down the empty city street beside her. “I want you on your best behavior in there. We really want this man to like us.
He held up fingers as he listed, tapping each one in turn. “That means no drinking, no stealing, and no trying to scare him. Even if you think it would be funny.”
@heirtohavoc
Walking along beside Wic, Tyranny swung her arms casually at her sides, a slight bounce in her steps. Behind her, her tail swished gently, though in the approaching tighter populated space she knew to keep it close to avoid some trouble, even if maybe just wanted to see what reactions it would draw out.
She pursed her lips, frowning at the rules Wic was listing off. “But this is a bar, Wic! Aren’t you supposed to drink? To, like, fit in or something? We gotta keep our presence quiet, don’t we? Drinking would make us blend in a bit more! What if your guy– your new bestie, and honestly, I’m trying really hard not to be jealous– gets mad that we’re not drinking or, I dunno, kick us out or something like that? I heard that happened once..”
“And I don’t usually try to scare, not unless it some big bad evil guy who needs some dealing with– oh! Or someone who really needs some pounding.” Tyranny grinned wide.
Tyranny moved forward, opening up the door Wicander led her to. “C’monnn, I wanna meet this new little friend you’ve made without me.”
@allexandrianrejects
The night was late, where most people had stumbled their way home, and the ones who hadn't would soon enough be drug onto the street or into a room in the inn upstairs. ...the priest would be back— after the meeting the day before with him and Julien, he promised information and would be given information in return. Dead gods, he hated the Sundered Houses, and he was ready to let them burn.
Still, he was a little skeptical about this meeting. Wicander was incredibly... cloying. He was so good, or at least tried to be. It didn't annoy Victor, he supposed, at least not now, but it confused him. So much of this man had him off balance. He saw him as a friend. Julien, who he'd known much longer and much more intimately, was did not give that label, even if Victor would have accepted it more from him.
He wiped down the bar, eyes almost lazily on the door as it opened. His heart dropped. A demon. Pink as a tulip, a spaded tail swinging, bouncing along as she entered. Was she one of Graz'zt's, come to collect something? She could smell him from the door, he was sure. And then, Wicander was behind her, seemingly traveling with her. Fuck no. She would tell him. ...even worse than that, she had her claws in Wic, the way his patron had his claws in Victor. He winced, his eyes falling downward, but not quick enough to stop him from knocking a goblet clear off of the bar, spilling wine across the barroom floor.
@candle-wic
“You snuck up on Teor just yesterday, forgive me if I d-“ His eyes darted to the goblet, he half lunged as if he could catch it from the other side of the room. “Oh dear,” he rushed into the building and up to the bar. This type of spill stained if it wasn’t taken care of immediately. He grabbed a rag off the bar and knelt to push it up against the edge of the spill to prevent it creeping forward.
“Hello!” Slightly breathless, Wicander grinned up at the man they’d come here to meet. Then he turned to call back to the entrance, gesturing to the wall. “Tyranny, go get that mop! It’s going to set into the wood!”
@heirtohavoc
“I mean he was asking for it, but–” Tyranny paused at the sound of the goblet hitting the floor, the clank it made an unmistakable sound. For a second, she almost wished it had shattered on impact. A thousand little pieces of shards, pointed and broken. That thought, however, was broken and forgotten within an instant as something else caught her attention. A smell. Rotten and putrid, faint but familiar. Tyranny knew exactly what that smell was.
Her eyes landed on the man who had dropped the ready to be served drink. She knew him to be the source of that smell. Then, though, her gaze dropped to Wic at the sound of his voice, and it made the thing– perhaps described as her heart– drop. This was Wicander’s great, new, amazing friend? This thing reeking of demonic energy?
Tyranny thought of her sisters, her creator, and all those she knew back home.
Wic. Wic. She really, really wanted to shout a swear word, but that’d make Wicander mad of course and, perhaps, less amusingly so, further draw in the attention of the drunken patrons sitting around. Tyranny knew they didn’t want that, so she kept the rising temptation down. But fuck, Wic, of course– of course– he would fall into such an easy and obvious trap.
Something in Tyranny told her that this guy could only have bad intentions for befriending Wic. It was the only explanation. Which could mean more demonic forces would know where they are, which would be reallyyyy bad.
Tyranny’s slit yellow eyes stared ahead of her, locked on the beast that Wic called his friend. She knew, she knew, she couldn’t let this go on.
No response came to Wic’s request, not for a number of seconds, all of Tyranny’s focus on what this guy had planned for Wic. Then her eyes finally blinked, and she looked down at Wic. “Huh? Broom?”
@allexandrianrejects
"Mop," he answered her, just as dumbly, as he went from behind the bar to grab the mop in question. It was his mess and his job, after all... not that being fired from another tavern would mean the end of him. He'd find another place. He always did. Those who cared knew how to find him, and there weren't many who cared; maybe it was for the best if some who thought they cared were lost in the process. Like Wic. ...gods, not that he could walk away from the little priest without yanking the demon's claws out of him first.
For most people, the scent of the bar would be overwhelming enough. Beyond that, if they were close to Victor, they's smell spice and musk before they ever got to the smell of sulfur. Demons, however, were nearly trained to smell those claimed by their kind. If Graz'zt gave her leave, Victor would have to answer to her just the same. That became a problem if he was attempting to get Wic away.
"Show's over. If you don't work here, sleep here, or sleep with someone who works here, put your coin on the counter and get out," the warlock called to the room, receiving a few mumbles of disappointment and a chorus of whistles from the few drunken hangers-on. Soon, the bar cleared except the three of them, and the wine was nearly cleaned up. Still, there was tension in Victor's shoulders, his hands firm on his cleaning instrument, prepared to use is as a weapon with his greatsword still tucked away from him behind the bar.
@candle-wic
“You really must be more careful with the reds—you know they make such an awful mess once they seep in. There,” Wicander stood, brushing off his pants with a little satisfied hum. He held the dirtied rag out pinched between his fingers and offered it up to Tyranny. “Take care of this for me, would you please?”
“And for you,” He took a small, unassuming envelope out from his robes and handed it off to Victor. “I know you were looking for more specifics on what we wanted to know, so we came up with a list of topics of import, names of note, and questions we wanted answered. And again,” Wicander frowned, blinking at a wave of fuzz in his vision, cutting himself off. Dizzy again. He readjusted his grip on his staff. Nothing to be done about it now, and so long as he continued the conversation he was sure he could keep that under wraps. It would pass.
“Ah- I’m rude! Excuse me,” He shook his head at his own lack of manners. “Business before introductions, who am I, Kattigan? Victor,” he took Tyranny’s hand in his own and gave it a squeeze, gesturing with it. “This is my dear friend Tyranny. Tyranny, this is Victor.” He smiled at her expectantly.
@heirtohavoc
A growl almost escaped Tyranny’s throat at the simple response of “mop.”. Was he mocking her? He was definitely mocking her. Wasn’t this his job anyways? Whatever. She’d try to behave for Wic and then tell him to never, ever, ever, ever, EVER see this guy again. It might break his heart to hear, and maybe he’d send her back, but at least maybe then he’d be safe from this anomaly trying to take advantage of his trusting nature.
The demon’s eyes narrowed when the bartender called out, and, no, it was not a wince at the sudden shout, who’d even suggest such a thing? A twist of magic itched to be released. What was this guy planning? If they were alone, would he try to attack them? Separate them and take Wic away like his cover had just been blown– which, okay, it had, but still!! She had no idea how powerful this guy was, and that scared her.
Tyranny moved, stepping closer to help Wic up, only to be met with an extended wet, dripping cloth. She huffed, taking the rag, and, from behind Wicander’s back, with her eyes still glaring at the thing that Wic had found himself in the company of, promptly stuffed the rag into her back pocket.
Her attention shifted back to the one real friend she had on this plane as he grabbed her hand, a light and happy expression on his face. Oh, he had no idea how much trouble he was getting himself into, did he? Still, she kept her grip on his hand tight and maybe held on a bit too hard, but she wanted this monster to know Wicander was hers.
An incredibly poor, forced smile slowly rose up on Tyranny’s expression as she looked back to the barkeep. “Hi,” she said simply, her voice tight and even more forced than the bordering-on-snarling grin on her face.
@allexandrianrejects
The way Wicander wobbled after he got up off the floor, his eyes blinking rapidly, his hand tight on his staff... Victor's ruddy brown eyes widened, intimately familiar with the waves of nausea or lightheadedness that a demon's grip in your mind could create, if they were displeased. He'd been worried that was the truth, but this seemed to prove it. This sweet man, who had been under the thumb of religion to long, was immediately snatched up by something just as bad, if not worse. The Light could not harm him. It wasn't real. The demon who now took the wine-soaked rag from him was.
He put the mop back in its bucket, briefly going behind the bar to stow away the coin deposited by the patrons and grab three glasses and a bottle of mead. He took a moment to consider before grabbing a strong, clear spirit as well. His gaze lingered on Wic a moment, as if to check the stability of his stance, seeing how he still swayed minutely; hands full, he gestured to a round corner booth with the nod of his head. "This may take a while. Let's sit," he offered, his eyes now flickering to the pink abomination, measuring her response.
Briefly, he walked over to that table to deposit the drink and glasses, though he quickly returned to Wic when the envelope was outstretched. The half-elf took it quickly, not yet cracking the wax. Even if he had mind to, his attention was quickly diverted when he was introduced to the demon. Tyranny. Not a name he recognized of his patron's retinue— didn't rule her out from being the Prince's spawn, knowing even he didn't keep track of them all. However, all signs pointed to another layer of the Hells than the one he knew the most of. Upon seeing her sharp, forced smile, Victor gave her a tight-lipped one in return. "A pleasure to meet you," he replied, grabbing her hand before she could think. Bending at the waist in a bow, he brought her clawed hand to his lips and kissed it. An acknowledgment that he was aware of the power dynamics at play.
@candle-wic
Wicander beamed at her. He could feel in her grip that she was holding something back, holding onto him for strength of her convictions. He gave her hand a comforting squeeze, happy to be a little uncomfortable to offer her support. In the few seconds Victor was behind the bar and away from them, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re doing great, I’m so proud of you.” He straightened with Victor’s eyes back on them, not wanting him to think they were leaving him out of a conversation.
He gladly took the signal to sit, though he certainly wasn’t interested in drinking tonight. Dizziness seemed to settle as he sat, scooting himself to the very back of the table so he could sit between them. His eyes lingered on the alcohol, recalling the way Tyranny had described someone being kicked out of a bar for not drinking. It seemed outlandish to consider, but perhaps there was a hint of truth, that he may take some small offense to a gift refused. The clear alcohol might be his best bet. After all, it looked fairly similar to water, maybe it would be significantly tamer than the awful stuff he had at the funeral. He could pretend it was tea.
Wicander couldn’t help the surprise on his face when Victor kissed Tyranny’s hand. What a pleasant fellow! How sweet of him. A strange feeling curled in his guy as a selfish part of him wondered why he didn’t get a kiss on the hand—was Victor flirting with her? No, no he was just being as charming as he always was. What a kind man.
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Tyranny forced her locked gaze away from the bartender as Wic spoke. For just a short moment, the protective fury inside of her that yelled to get Wic to safety melted at the expression on his face. He squeezed her hand. He was reassuring her. A second of warmth at his genuineness, before Tyranny reminded herself that Wicander was so kind that he accepted an obvious danger into his life. A part of her wished that Wic was more cautious, more aware of danger, but then again, if he had been, would he have even accepted her as an Aspirant?
The demon forced that thought away. That didn’t matter. He could trust her, and she had not a singular conscious plan to put him in harm’s way. Not out of what they’d already been doing, at least. But this guy? Vincent, or whatever it was– she wasn’t paying attention when Wic did the introductions– without a doubt had something malicious in store for Wic. And Tyranny couldn’t allow that.
The last thing she wanted was to upset Wic, but if he was in danger… Tyranny huffed, irritated at the situation. Why couldn’t things ever be easy? It was one of the many things that Tyranny didn’t understand about the material plane. Everything just needed to be as complicated as possible. She hated it.
Tyranny had to force the instinct to flinch away, and she really had to stop herself from biting this guy’s hand– though, technically, that wasn’t a rule Wic had mentioned while walking in so she could potentially follow through on that idea. Maybe if she got another opportunity to. She tried as hard as she possibly could not to let any of the distaste show on her face. Whether it worked or not, she didn’t know, nor did she really care, especially not when Victor kissed her hand. And maybe she dug her nails a bit too hard into the palm of his hand. And maybe that totally accidental and definitely unintentional move was accompanied by her nails growing sharper, just so he could feel the pierce of them against his hand.
With her jaw tight, Tyranny pulled her hand back and came to sit down at the table. A glance between the two different drinking options, and Tyranny had half a mind to request if Victor had any Yahrgraz, but she kept herself quiet, watching both Wic and Victor, waiting for any small sign of the bartender making a bad move she could point out to Wic as a reason to distrust him.
Victor felt the claws dig into his palm— there was no way he couldn't —but, he fought to keep his face as it was, expressing no sign of pain, not wanting to let her feel that he was going to grovel to her. Gods, she'd likely think he'd kneel and polish her hooves if she ordered... but as of right now, she was acting as if Wic was in charge. She was playing with him, and she was looking at Victor with that disdain, trying to make him break, because she knew he knew. Certainly she wanted to keep him in line so he wouldn't tell Wicander. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few half moons of redness on his hand. No matter.
He slid into the booth as well, on the other side of Wic. "There's plenty of rumors floating about. I'm attempting to sort through them as best I can for validity, but the drunks are only so reliable. The amount of nobles that are missing these days is astounding... I believe that you are still included in those numbers," he said, as jovially as he could in the severity of the current scenario.
After a moment, he slid one of the glasses towards himself and took ahold of the bottle of mead. After pouring a generous amount for himself, he put it down, only to grab the clear spirit and pour a shot's worth in the glass of mead. Both bottles were put back in the middle of the table. He figured the stronger would go untouched, more so grabbing it for himself, but he decided to let the companions decide for themselves. Certainly Wic had drank at least some since their first meeting, if he'd in fact left the Creed. Both labels of the bottles had the slightest smear of red now, but he made no mention of it. No use in making a big deal out of a prick like one he got while shaving, especially if it gave satisfaction to the demon.
@candle-wic
Wicander brushed a stray lock of Tyranny’s hair back behind her shoulder as she settled in, taking her hand in his under the table to offer moral support. She didn’t normally struggle this much meeting new people, but he supposed she also was doing quite an admirable job reigning in her chaotic tendencies, behaving more politely than he had ever seen her. She was really taking this quite seriously.
He wondered for a brief moment if she would like it if he kissed her hand.
Oh dear, it really did seem like Victor expected him to drink. Well, maybe he could take a couple sips and then pass it over to Tyranny, if she didn’t steal it from him before then. He nodded his head towards her glass. “It’s alright, Tyr.”
He reached for the clear bottle, pouring it into his cup as he spoke. “Honestly the fact that you’re getting any information at all is impressive. We’ve been trying at it on the road, and goodness, people are quite sensitive to a handful of questions these days.” He filled his glass to the same level that Victor poured his own drink to—he had some vague understanding that certain glasses were to be filled to certain heights. Did that affect the taste somehow? He had no idea.
@heirtohavoc
Tyranny kept her eyes locked on Victor, watching the way the bartender interacted with Wicander as though nothing ever was wrong with what was going on here, but Tyranny knew otherwise. She saw right through him. This guy was not going to fool her. Fool Wic? Sure. That's practically expected, as much as she dislikes to admit it. Fooling Wic was horribly easy. His own grandmother, the terrible bi-- uh, terrible matriarch, fooled him for years. This guy-- this demonic-influenced monster of a bartender-- was nothing compared to her. So, yes, she was keeping her eye on him as best as she could and would continue to do so until she knew for absolute certain that Wic wasn't being played by this jerk.
Did 'jerk' go against the Creed? Eh. Whatever. It didn't matter.
She gave a casual smile to Wicander, only just slightly surprised that he hadn't noticed the tension, or the blood. The blood that she could smell. For half a second, she really considered grabbing the bottle and giving it a nice long lick. And she would have. If not for the guy who the blood belonged to.
Seeing Wic reach for and pour his own glass, Tyranny mirrored him, grabbing one of the other liquors and a glass and menacingly filling the glass to the brim with the alcohol. A single shake or nudge would mean the drink would spill right on over the edge, and oh no, how horrible would that be??? What a waste of a good drink.
@allexandrianrejects
An eyebrow lifted slightly, arched in interest, when Wicander grabbed the clear liquor. Perhaps the Light-touched man was braver than he'd anticipated, a bit more acquainted with drink... that assumption faded the more and more he saw Wic fill the glass with the strong spirit. "Wicander," he started gently, reaching out his injured hand to make a gesture to stop him. "I believe the Eternallucid is perhaps a bit too strong on its own, especially a full glass. Usually, it's best enjoyed mixed with other things. Perhaps you should try some of the mead. It's like a... honey wine. Not too potent."
Victor briefly got up, taking another glass and filling it a third of the way full with the mead once he got back to the table. Pulling the cup in front of Wicander away, he replaced it with the amber-hued drink. "It's sweet, little bit of spice. That should be better for you."
Picking up his own glass of the mixed concoction, he looked towards Tyranny and her brimming glass of alcohol. He fought the urge to roll his eyes; what was her goal— to make him clean up more alcohol, or was the demon planning to push his face into it, as if he was a misbehaving puppy? Still, he turned his attention back to Wicander. "I try as I can. There are worse ways to gather information, I suppose," he replied with a smirk.
@candle-wic
There was no missing his bitterness when he spoke to her. It felt mutual, though she was aware that he had more points of pain than her at this moment. ...still they both had someone of import taking, and likely that was where his mind was at when his eyes narrowed, when he threatened to gut her before she could speak the words of her serpentine spellcasting. Amber eyes went to his sheathed rapier, decided to bite back the mention that she too could wield a blade; even if they were not getting attention, it wasn't polite to start a fight in the midst of a tavern.
If Julien was itching for one, Circe would at least drag him outside first.
"Sir Davinos, I assure you, I was nowhere near the Palazzo that night. I was aware of some plan, but only through what I had been told by Lady Univere and Lord Doset; my brothers and I were stationed in Timmony, and I'm sure I need not tell you what happened there, the fate of my brother, Lord Commander Aniko, at the hands of your lady's beloved pet." It was shot at him like an acid arrow, her displeasure made clear from the elongated S sounds in her words. "It seems a reasonable assumption that you and your lady are seeking to settle the score."
He scoffs and shakes his head. " As if one loss is at all comparable to what your lord did at the palazzo. " He takes his glass of wine off the table and empties it in one motion. " I am looking to settle the score. Me alone. My lady has gone somewhere safe. " He says. He wants to give her no reason to even suspect Lady Aranessa is close by. Let alone give her reason to search for her.
Finally he raises from his seat and meets her head on. His chin lifted in stubborn defiance. " My revenge is for Primus Tachonis and anyone who was involved in the massacre of my family. " His eyes look over her from head to toe before meeting her eyes. " If you insist on coming to the protection of your lords, however, I can put your name on that list right alongside them too. " He sneers. " But I will not take the time the bury you besides them. "
A hand comes to rest on his rapier hilt. The glint of metal betrays that he is wearing his demi gauntlet hidden by his cape. " Your choice, Lady Seremai. "
“I am not implying as much— what I am implying, Sir Knight, is that my brother’s death seems like the beginning of a larger plot to wipe out the Seremai.” She paused, her eyes on his face, her pupils becoming thin in suspicion. “While I believe you believe you are the only one avenging Royce and Davinos, there are others of the Orchard doing the same.”
Cold blood pumped quickly through her heart as she saw the rapier and gauntlet. He was readying for the attack. One of Circe’s own hands patted at her hip until it found the hilt of her scimitar. Just in case. “We are moving into the city after the death of Lord Primus’ son— it seems as if I may have found the aggressor. …but my priority is my family, the Seremai. My remaining brother and my cousins. So long as you promise to keep your sights away from my family, I shall remain out of your way.”
Of course, perhaps the message had less of a sincerity in the shake of suspicion of her voice. Circe was still very much afraid of Julien, despite her best efforts to hide it.
@last-knight-davinos a gift! Julien + Victor
💛/ 💕(???) for a scholars table moodboard perchance??
for @amy-bellevierre too :)
shit my history prof says
some of the bullshit that’s come out of his mouth between my Medieval History and Western Civ 1 transcribed into RP sentence meme form. have a party with it, change pronouns as you need to.
“You shouldn’t walk through fire. That’s why God made it so hot.”
“Well, I’m ___, so of course I need a GIANT GUN.”
“I don’t care what fancy magic armor you wear, if a fat man with no pants hits you with a cleaver, you’re dead.”
“He’s like a walking encyclopedia of useless shit.”
“___ scared the shit out of everyone back in the day. That’s something that hasn’t changed.”
“And it was at that moment I realized there would be no peace.”
“YOU’RE THE SHIT!”
“At my age, the only thing that scares me is an IRS tax audit.”
“You can’t even get me to walk up a block to get a sandwich.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun! Do it for Jesus!”
“This is one thing Europe is good at. Exporting violence.”
“I’m sorry, I find it a little hard to believe that a bunch of guys smoking hash can attack anything. Unless it’s like, a pie.”
“One crossbow bolt later and I learned that toothpaste makes excellent makeshift wall Spackle.”
“The question isn’t why or how it could fall, the question is how did it last that long.”
“If you haven’t seen a breast yet you need to get out of the house.”
“First thing’s first, I’m kind of an asshole.”
“And that’s why my girlfriend doesn’t take me out to nice places anymore. Which is good, because I didn’t want to go in the first place.”
“Moral of the story? When something isn’t yours, you treat it like shit.”
“I like woodchucks. They’re the fat kids of the forest.”
“When the wind blows it’s like Satan’s hairdryer.”
“This cognac’s so expensive it’d be cheaper for me to do crack.”
“It’s like you know what they’re saying but you’re having a stroke.”
“No one likes you when you sleep with their wives and husbands and children.”
“Don’t do that. You’ll get warm. Then you’ll get sleepy. Then you’ll get dead.”
“This war takes fucking FOREVER.”
“It’s like going on a road-trip with Stalin. Like, there are fun times, where you’re in Vegas and drinking together, but then you’re digging your own grave in the desert because he thinks you cheated at blackjack.”
“He’s pretty much his sugar daddy.”
“Children are like little drunk people.”
“If you’re going to go all the way to another country and then still eat McDonald’s, you’re kind of an asshole.”
“How many prostitutes can you put in a boat? Let’s find out!”
“I say it’s a dead dog story, but I promise there’s a funny ending.”
“It’s like crack, if crack was cheese.”
“Picture a Playboy mansion gone wrong.”
“It’s like living in some bizarre fantasy porno.”
“He smells like something from the X-Files.”
“There are a lot of ways to die, but not many quite as stylish.”
“Why? Aesthetic.”
“If you’re looking for a back tattoo this is the one you want.”
“Why does he succeed? He has a plan. Sounds stupid, but not many people have one.”
Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.
Love having consent to send mutuals nsfw content. Reblog if your mutuals have consent to send you nsfw content.
「BITE 」 : for oleandra to bite amelie ( anywhere she please ) (@exandriias)
The thirst was always there— especially when Oleandra chose not to take too much blood from any one person. She tried so terribly to not be a monster, despite all signs pointing to her already being one. Of course, those around her noticed. Amelie Davinos was kind, most likely kinder than she needed to be, given what the medium’s family had done to hers. She was becoming a good friend to Oleandra, and she was smart. Amelie noticed how her skin grew ashy, how her eyes lingered on the supple, aristocratic necks of those Sundered House members that surrounded them. And so, she offered a taste from her own veins, something to keep her satisfied for a few days at least.
This was how they got here, in a private room, far away from others. Oleandra had bid Amelie to shed her outer clothing, lest blood spill and stain; perhaps she was lucky her vampiric nature couldn’t let her blush while hungry, as she saw the Davinos girl in nothing but a thin chemise, sitting upon a chaise. …while the brother was the last thing she wanted on her mind as she took in this sight, she was aware that any visible bite mark could drive Julien to rage. She needed to pick wisely. “Let me know if I overstep, Amelie. Push me off if you need to,” she says softly, kneeling in front of her and slotting herself between her legs. Her mouth went to the exposed side of Amelie’s breast, low enough no top would reveal a mark. For a brief moment, her lips ghosted over the spot, before she sunk her fangs into the soft flesh.
“You know I’m no good for you…so why are you here?”
It was their his their hangout spot, an abandoned old mill on the outskirts of town. Revelry sat leaned up against the splintery fence, wishing for all the world that the guy at the top of his shit list wasn’t walking up the path towards him. The night was cold, but the simmering of his anger kept him warmer than the jacket over his shoulders. It had been just over one week.
@araman-mosaic ((hi!!
"My mother and I got into a fight. Needed to get away from the Palazzo." The fuck off was implied, but Nikola didn't want to lead with that. After all, it was Nikola's sharp tongue that got them into the situation that led to their breakup almost a fortnight ago. The bard shook his head, pulling the green velveteen of his dressing gown tighter to his body to keep the chill of night out. Seeing Revelry when he was in his night clothes, barefooted, wasn't exactly the reintroduction he wanted after their fight. He felt a bit pathetic.
"Ilondria told me the rumor was you were being sent to school, wherever it is Luxes are trained." She'd even specifically told Nikola that Revel was being sent away. At least in his mind, away meant out of the city, and there'd be time before they say each other again, if they ever did. "Is our dear Ilondria getting bad information, or is the training not so private as we dim folk are led to believe?"
Revelry heard the *fuck off* loud and clear, you don’t spend that much time at the Palazzo Davinos without learning *that* look. He grunted, gestured with his chin to his side. An invitation. Cold, but neutral.
He wasn’t an asshole, he got having a fucked up family and needing an escape. He won’t deprive him of this refuge, even if he couldn’t stand to look at his pretty face. In the corner of his eye, though, he recognized the green of his dressing gown. He’d freeze out here tonight in just that. Must have been a bad fight…
He bit back a question. Let the silence hang in the air. They weren’t together anymore, and they certainly weren’t friends. He shouldn’t ask about the fight. Nikola had clearly wanted nothing to do with him the last time they saw each other, and the feeling was mutual—except that they were still both here. Seeing flashes of Nikola’s irritation, of his pain, with no easy solution made him uncomfortable, so he made sure to face forward, looking out over the forest below.
Revel scoffed, rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Figures they’d tell you before they tell me their plans. Fuckin’…” He grumbled to himself, the coals in his stomach only flaring.
Nikola sighed as joined Revelry, hopping up onto the fence to join him. Glancing over at him briefly, he considered saying something, making some sort of peace offering after what was said. After all, he was sure the irony was not lost on his ex, that despite his decree of ultimately being aligned with his family, the Davinos was still running from disagreements with his mother. Of course,he also couldn’t imagine Revelry was completely unaware that Nikola’s penchant of saying hurtful things was learned behavior— Maya Davinos’ tongue was as sharp and silvered as her husband’s gauntlet.
He looked away like a petulant child.
“She heard from your cousin Zebani’s handmaiden, who I believe heard from your father and grandmother. I’d claim idle chatter, but this doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that’d titillate the rumor mill… unless you’re being sent away because of me.” Not impossible. His own mother had threatened uprooting him from Dol-Makjar and even from his siblings to spend extended time at the Golden Orchard. But when it came down to it, the Orchard was much more pleasant than Lux school, he was sure. “I take it you’re not happy to join the family charlatan act?”
Revelry shot a glare out into the tree line, hurt. “You forfeited all claim to my heart. Don’t put your hand out for it now.” A little bit of relief, like steam escaping from a kettle. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, and it only sharpened the sting of hearing his sweet voice again, asking after him with that uncomfortable thickness in the air between them. How cruel, to pretend to care now.
He should just go. But something rooted him to the spot, a painful little anchor reminding him how much more relief he needed, how badly he wanted it from the one person who had actually understood him—or pretended to. Maybe if he could get proof one way or the other, the ache where Nikola should be would die down. “Was that even ever your intention? Or was I just a pretty thing to get in trouble with, until I was too much trouble for your sterling image?”
To say he was reaching a hand out was perhaps inaccurate. Nikola wasn't entirely sure, not really knowing what he wanted to do. Perhaps he wanted familiarity and comfort after the reopening of wounds. Perhaps putting himself in Revel's arms, nearly dropping himself into his lap, would provide that. ...still, he wasn't dumb enough to try it when the electric tension between them remained so tangible.
"You know that's not true, Reveluccio," he said softly, allowing himself to use the pet name he'd given his ex. A sign, perhaps, of lingering affection. His heart seized in his chest. "If I wanted that, it'd be quicker and easier just to follow my brother back to Castle Torch— I'm sure there's those knights who would indulge me. ...you're someone I can talk to. Someone I enjoy being with without the trouble, without you sneaking into my bedroom at night."
Nikola paused, finally looking over at the plane of Revelry's face. The confession, the apology, had already gone this far; he may as well clamp his teeth down on the blade and keep going. "I'm sorry I acted like an ass. I... I go for the throat even when I have no reason to, and I know I need to watch my tongue."
The pet name was a splash of cool water over the coals in his chest, steam filling his lungs instead of air. He took a moment to catch his breath, faltering. The apology that followed seemed unfinished, so he waited a beat for a demand that didn’t come. It was his turn to speak and he’d already waited too long.
“I mean yeah, it’s. You know. It’s whatever.” He shrugged it off, still unable to meet his gaze. “Not like you said anything you didn’t mean, so…”
What the hell was this? What did he want? Revelation had tensed up for a hit that hadn’t come yet, so, when would it? Maybe he could goad it into coming faster, so it couldn’t catch him by surprise. But thinking over his words, catching the little intricacies…he couldn’t bear to say anything at all. Nikola said all those nice things about him in the present tense. If this flattery was just a twist of the knife then he had no recourse against it. Nikola could talk him into anything.
Suddenly the argument they’d had felt fresh again, and instead of spite to shield him, he felt vulnerable, exposed. He couldn’t muster up the bitterness to protect himself, not when he could feel his ex lover’s eyes on him, so he had no way of stopping the tightness in his chest, the tears that sprang to his eyes.
"I was angry. I know it's no excuse but... you know my family. Whatever gets your point across, even if you lie a little, even if you hurt them." Nikola didn't know how much his parents meant in arguments, if the words disappointment or selfish brat really were how they felt about him or his brother. It seemed sometimes that Alba and Chiara were regarded more delicately, but they weren't safe with certain heated discussions were had. Nikola gave a shaky sigh. "I said what I did to get a rise, not because I really feel it, not as anything more than a flash when I was feeling hurt."
Maybe he wanted to continue, say he didn't think Revel was bad for him, say he did care for him. He wasn't sure if that was what he wanted to say or what he thought Revel wanted to hear. Maybe it was both. The feelings were murky when his ex boyfriend was involved. He was never sure if he was on the backfoot or completely in control until several minutes into a conversation. Maybe that was because of all the strong personalities around him who knew how to speak, how to play people like fiddles... with Nikola the one quickly becoming the master violinist of the family.
The dim evening light caught the tears glinting in Revelation's eyes, and the bard's breath hitched. "There's no need to cry, please. I mean what I'm saying now. I've thought... I'm not saying it in anger or in the heat of a moment. My meaning is true." His hand reached out, finding the Halovar's.
“You know I’m no good for you…so why are you here?”
It was their his their hangout spot, an abandoned old mill on the outskirts of town. Revelry sat leaned up against the splintery fence, wishing for all the world that the guy at the top of his shit list wasn’t walking up the path towards him. The night was cold, but the simmering of his anger kept him warmer than the jacket over his shoulders. It had been just over one week.
@araman-mosaic ((hi!!
"My mother and I got into a fight. Needed to get away from the Palazzo." The fuck off was implied, but Nikola didn't want to lead with that. After all, it was Nikola's sharp tongue that got them into the situation that led to their breakup almost a fortnight ago. The bard shook his head, pulling the green velveteen of his dressing gown tighter to his body to keep the chill of night out. Seeing Revelry when he was in his night clothes, barefooted, wasn't exactly the reintroduction he wanted after their fight. He felt a bit pathetic.
"Ilondria told me the rumor was you were being sent to school, wherever it is Luxes are trained." She'd even specifically told Nikola that Revel was being sent away. At least in his mind, away meant out of the city, and there'd be time before they say each other again, if they ever did. "Is our dear Ilondria getting bad information, or is the training not so private as we dim folk are led to believe?"
Revelry heard the *fuck off* loud and clear, you don’t spend that much time at the Palazzo Davinos without learning *that* look. He grunted, gestured with his chin to his side. An invitation. Cold, but neutral.
He wasn’t an asshole, he got having a fucked up family and needing an escape. He won’t deprive him of this refuge, even if he couldn’t stand to look at his pretty face. In the corner of his eye, though, he recognized the green of his dressing gown. He’d freeze out here tonight in just that. Must have been a bad fight…
He bit back a question. Let the silence hang in the air. They weren’t together anymore, and they certainly weren’t friends. He shouldn’t ask about the fight. Nikola had clearly wanted nothing to do with him the last time they saw each other, and the feeling was mutual—except that they were still both here. Seeing flashes of Nikola’s irritation, of his pain, with no easy solution made him uncomfortable, so he made sure to face forward, looking out over the forest below.
Revel scoffed, rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Figures they’d tell you before they tell me their plans. Fuckin’…” He grumbled to himself, the coals in his stomach only flaring.
Nikola sighed as joined Revelry, hopping up onto the fence to join him. Glancing over at him briefly, he considered saying something, making some sort of peace offering after what was said. After all, he was sure the irony was not lost on his ex, that despite his decree of ultimately being aligned with his family, the Davinos was still running from disagreements with his mother. Of course,he also couldn’t imagine Revelry was completely unaware that Nikola’s penchant of saying hurtful things was learned behavior— Maya Davinos’ tongue was as sharp and silvered as her husband’s gauntlet.
He looked away like a petulant child.
“She heard from your cousin Zebani’s handmaiden, who I believe heard from your father and grandmother. I’d claim idle chatter, but this doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that’d titillate the rumor mill… unless you’re being sent away because of me.” Not impossible. His own mother had threatened uprooting him from Dol-Makjar and even from his siblings to spend extended time at the Golden Orchard. But when it came down to it, the Orchard was much more pleasant than Lux school, he was sure. “I take it you’re not happy to join the family charlatan act?”
Revelry shot a glare out into the tree line, hurt. “You forfeited all claim to my heart. Don’t put your hand out for it now.” A little bit of relief, like steam escaping from a kettle. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, and it only sharpened the sting of hearing his sweet voice again, asking after him with that uncomfortable thickness in the air between them. How cruel, to pretend to care now.
He should just go. But something rooted him to the spot, a painful little anchor reminding him how much more relief he needed, how badly he wanted it from the one person who had actually understood him—or pretended to. Maybe if he could get proof one way or the other, the ache where Nikola should be would die down. “Was that even ever your intention? Or was I just a pretty thing to get in trouble with, until I was too much trouble for your sterling image?”
To say he was reaching a hand out was perhaps inaccurate. Nikola wasn't entirely sure, not really knowing what he wanted to do. Perhaps he wanted familiarity and comfort after the reopening of wounds. Perhaps putting himself in Revel's arms, nearly dropping himself into his lap, would provide that. ...still, he wasn't dumb enough to try it when the electric tension between them remained so tangible.
"You know that's not true, Reveluccio," he said softly, allowing himself to use the pet name he'd given his ex. A sign, perhaps, of lingering affection. His heart seized in his chest. "If I wanted that, it'd be quicker and easier just to follow my brother back to Castle Torch— I'm sure there's those knights who would indulge me. ...you're someone I can talk to. Someone I enjoy being with without the trouble, without you sneaking into my bedroom at night."
Nikola paused, finally looking over at the plane of Revelry's face. The confession, the apology, had already gone this far; he may as well clamp his teeth down on the blade and keep going. "I'm sorry I acted like an ass. I... I go for the throat even when I have no reason to, and I know I need to watch my tongue."
𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …
✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.
「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .
「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.
「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .
「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin
「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.
「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair
「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap
「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap
「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )
「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver
「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver
「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress
「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver
「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss
「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.
「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.
「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear
「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat
「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed
「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them
「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves
「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.
「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh
