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CRIMEPASSIONS
An independent crime/horror roleplay featuring original characters. This blog will contain mature, dark, & USFW content. 21+ only. Always accepting reblogged prompts.
De'Sias – 33 – He/him – CST
carrd | muses / mobile | prompts
wishes | open | verses | reminders
He doesn't offer his name, so Macie just nods. He's been pretty forthcoming about everything else, so far - his kindness, at least - so if he wants to keep that to himself, she won't push.
Simply slips into the passenger seat, making a soft noise when the warmth of the space envelopes her.
It does mean, though, that Macie doesn't offer her name either. Not initially. Quiet falls over the both of them as he navigates competently through the wet streets, and Macie thinks that she'd be content to let the silence stretch.
But he's doing so much for her - surely she can handle the heavy lifting in this conversation?
"I'm Macie," She offers. "I'm not sure if I said before." She definitely didn't. A pause. "I'll have to figure out some way to thank you properly for this. Maybe some coffee - you could come in, if you like, or another time, maybe, if you're busy." Trying to give him options - she's picked up, obviously, on the fact that he's a little cagey. Means she probably shouldn't be inviting him into her home, but she's always been a little too trusting. "It doesn't have to be that - I just feel like I should do something, you know?"
“You didn't mention it,” he confirms, “but good to meet you, Macie.” Because he doesn't regret stopping his trek to a safehouse to help her. Even as skeptical and unsure as he is, he isn't cruel to those who are undeserving. “Moana,” he finally reveals, returns a pebble of trust. Will she make the Disney princess joke? Played out as it is, he won't be surprised if she does: she has a kid. His own daughter teases him about it too, despite him being around much longer than the animated movie.
Is that guilt or shame that obliges Macie to thank Moana? He can't quite place why she insists he needs to be repaid, but neither does he question it aloud. [Maybe she's one of those rare people who are genuinely nice. The world is in short supply.] A glance at the clock; time creeps past midnight. Coffee will fuel his own journey back, though she's indecisive about her the logistics of her offer and he chuckles, a soft rumble behind his closed smile.
Mossy eyes slide towards Macie as amusement glints his sharp gaze. “Late night java sounds nice, but if not that, what other something? What else you suggestin', Macie? Gotta be a lil' explicit.” Chuckling again, the slight arch of his eyebrow emphasizes a raunchy insinuation from her ambiguity.
Surely Moana misunderstands. Her initial hesitancy and wariness lingers in his head—Macie can't be that bold.
Although he isn't opposed if she is that bold. Moana isn't blind to her allure or how many boxes she ticks so far as his type, but he's being a gentleman. Nothing is owed to him for doing a good deed.
According to Evelyn, really, but she's not going to overplay her hand by saying so right off the bat.
"You have not been involved in any of the other preshows so far. I must assume you are not here for the fashion." She waves a hand dismissively.
There's no argument that he looks good. Anyone with eyes can see that he looks good. But Evelyn is not so swayed by a sharp suit. She knows appearances don't always tell the truth.
He confirms her suspicions in any case, and Evelyn is nothing if not curious - and amused at the request for assistance that's not really a request at all.
Luckily for him, she's feeling magnanimous today.
"I have some time before I am called again. I will see what I can do to help you." Propriety tells her she should probably shake his hand, but her own don't move from the wheels of her chair. "Tell me about who you are looking for and I will say if I know who this person is."
“Thank you for being gracious.”
She doesn't have to assist him with anything. He trespasses without remorse, yet she doesn't call security to escort him away. Instead she speaks to him with subtle authority, an air of professionalism that has just enough courtesy not to be rude. Either curiosity guides her or she plays a bigger role than she puts on—it stirs his own suspicious mind.
Emilian tucks his hands in his pockets as he tilts his head, examining the woman confined in a wheelchair. “I only have the name Marino. They are my contact for a potential trade deal for our two enterprises. I was told they would be here for discussion, but I must have been given an inaccurate time. I understand it's quite busy right now.” Emilian huffs softly, lips twisting in faint smirk.
Glancing around the bustle from a behind-stage fashion show, it isn't the best setting to broker deals, but certainly not the worst. While people fret and excite over the runaway and makeup, it keeps unwanted ears and mouths occupied. The constant flux of motion and action provides a smokescreen for conversations not meant for aspiring creators.
@crimepassions said; DOMESTIC ACTION — "COOK"
Milo cooks for Billy at Milo's estate.
{ This an all-in-one deal 'cause Milo loves domesticity, pampering people he likes, and showing off }
Billy sat at the island in the kitchen, beer in hand as he watched Milo. He has a small smile just sitting on his lips. It was sweet for the other to offer to cook. Billy was still learning after prison so getting a home cooked meal that wasn't his own was a real treat. " It really smells great in here." He said, picking up the bottle and taking a drink. "Any plans for dessert or can that be me?" He asked playfully.
Cozy heat toasted the kitchen into easy relaxation as a large skillet sizzled atop an open flame stove. Fragrant smells of garlic, parmesan, and seasoned chicken thighs blended together toward the promise of a mouthwatering meal. A dark floral apron covered Milo while he stirred a wooden spoon around the pan, watching spinach and sun-dried tomatoes swim through savory golden cream. Simple to prepare, delicious to eat, Tuscan chicken was a dinner he relied on countless times. He knew Billy would appreciate any good food made by his own hands.
As if on cue, Billy's commentary curved Milo's lips up, pleased by his appreciation. “Dessert is a must, but the chef is undecided. Perhaps you can earn your place on the menu,” Milo smirked, indulgent.
He peered over at his admirer and noted how comfortable he looked among the expensive countertop made from black marble with crackling gold veins—a lovely sight to behold. It should've clashed, but it didn't. Milo wanted to see more of Billy—rough-around-the-edges, perfectly imperfect Billy—embedded through his lavish residence as a proper claim on him. Every single one of his possessions needed to know they were welcomed not only publically, but privately as well.
“I'm glad you came over. We ought to do this often.”
she knew better than to dock in unknown territory. knows better still not to rise to impulse; react in a way that’d give moana more reason to buck and hurl his bitterness.
“i expect money,” she leashes herself, retains a level voice, “to pay for the damage you did to my boat.”
“Me? No. Don't accuse me.” He shakes his head, adamant. It's ludicrous to fault him without any proof—worse, the implication he's careless with how he handles valuables is offensive. “Reinforce your property better, be careful where you rig it, damage is less likely. You know that.” Voice quiet yet firm, Moana stares Dune down, insistent, not budging from his stance.
muse a is a struggling individual who summons a powerful demon—muse b—in a desperate attempt to save their life or achieve their ambitions. muse b agrees to grant muse a’s wish but demands their body and soul in return. as muse b toys with muse a’s resistance, their dark bond grows increasingly seductive. muse a realizes the demon’s ultimate desire isn’t just physical—it’s their complete submission.
𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 ) set the scene with these creative prompts. note: these can be used for starters. *themes: supernatural, high fantasy & adventure.
THE FOOL: A cobblestone bridge at dawn.
THE MAGICIAN: A bustling street market under twilight.
THE HIGH PRIESTESS: A midnight masquerade.
THE EMPRESS: A sprawling garden in full bloom.
THE EMPEROR: A high-rise office.
THE HIEROPHANT: A grand cathedral.
THE LOVERS: A secluded balcony overlooking a bustling city.
THE CHARIOT: A speeding train cutting through a desert
STRENGTH: A clearing in a dense forest
THE HERMIT: A small cabin atop a snowy mountain
WHEEL OF FORTUNE: A crowded casino with spinning wheels and flashing lights
JUSTICE: A dimly lit courtroom
THE HANGED MAN: A deserted pier at sunset
DEATH: An abandoned train station at dusk
TEMPERANCE: A quiet book shop
THE DEVIL: A lavish underground nightclub
THE TOWER: A crumbling lighthouse during a violent storm
THE STAR: A lake under a blanket of stars
THE MOON: A foggy forest path
THE SUN: A sunflower field at golden hour
JUDGEMENT: A forgotten battlefield at sunrise
THE WORLD: A bustling festival
[ SIT ] for one muse to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed, keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still.
OR
[ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.
( Callie/Duke )
SIT & WATCH — CALLISTO & DUKE
The movie is one he's seen a few times already, though it's new to Callisto. Something she wants to view with him, cuddling is his one condition. Not that he needs a bribe. Being together whenever, wherever is precious; he likes to indulge her at any chance, nevermind the risk of boredom.
He dresses down for the occasion, just a tank top and jersey shorts, to spend a late afternoon lazy on the couch. With Callisto in his lap, his bare arms hug her small waist, his firm chest cushions her back. A thin fleece blanket covers her loosely, keeps her cozy while she saps his body heat. Duke's content—almost. It's difficult to pay attention to a film that has no surprises anymore, knowing what happens next in each scene.
Time to find his own entertainment. Luckily, the best cure for tedium occupies his lap.
One quick glance at Callisto tells she's engrossed in the movie. How long will it take for her to lose focus?
Duke starts slow. He rubs a hand softly over her belly, careful as he ventures lower. When he reaches her waistband, he hooks his chin over her shoulder, cheek to cheek, without making eye contact. That air of feigned innocence doesn't last. Duke's under her clothes and between Callisto's thighs in seconds, insistent fingers petting where he knows excites her most. His eyes remain on the TV, even as warm wetness seeps into his touch, silently calling for more. Two fingers push inside Callisto and stop when down to the final knuckles. He relishes the surrounding heat, the enticing clench, the tempting depth, yet still he doesn't rush. Duke moves in and out of her with hours to spend unravelling this perfect beauty.
Breaths steady, features calm, the façade hides how hunger gnaws his stomach, the way desire burns his blood. It's a test of patience, this game of surrender, that he's determined to win. The first sound he hears from her pauses his hand, fingers deep.
Now Duke looks at Callisto, a sweet smile on his lips. “You ok-k-kay, hon-n-ney?”
mikaela can't help but make a face, her nose scrunched up. " woah, " it feels so uncharitable of a judgement to her and she immediately feels her worry double, not liking hearing cherice talk about herself like that at all. " don't do that, " she can't help but come closer to the other woman, the feeling of wanting to comfort her so strong it supersedes everything else. " you worried about something?? c'mon, don't try to act like it's nothing. i like to think i know you a little better than that, so don't do me like that, " she holds her hand out to cherice, her brows gathered softly. " you are one of the most important people in the world to me, how you feel matters to me, " she smiled a little bit, wanting to lighten the air between them.
“Nah, stop trippin'—is not that deep.” Shooing her hand, she crosses her arms in refusal of the comfort. Cherice doesn't want to bring any more attention to herself. It isn't about her, it's about her friend's happiness. Good friends don't try to dictate or interfere when there's no harm or foul done, regardless how staunch her dreadful anger is. Breaking things off with Leah is an unreasonable demand, completely unfair to the woman who has stuck beside Cherice through thick and thin, highs and lows.
“I took you bein' 'round for me all the time for granted, s'all. Thought we was havin' fun t'gether 'n' wha'nah. You got a life too—go out 'n' live it. I'mma be back on my bullshi' too, bes' believe. You like the girl? Coo', congra'ulations, we good.” The words ring hollow, undercut by flimsy veiled venom. Cherice can't even force a smile or meet Mikaela's gaze during her attempted encouragement.
{ Tackling some drafts after work today. I might make more open threads too, otherwise toss me inbox prompts or likes to get somethin' new }
No, today was just too much. India finally needed a break, some me-time. The exhaustion had seeped into her bones after their last kill. What at first had been exciting, a nice hit, started to become overwhelming with how frequent Charlie wanted the both of them to go on a hunt nowadays. Seeing the light fade from their eyes had lost its appeal and instead left India with a sour aftertaste, no more joy, just the constant overstimulation from being on the run, looking for a new victim, watching them die for a split second, taking care of the waste, being fucked by Charlie, sleep, repeat. So... dull, such a waste indeed.
Their last hideout was an abandoned motel at the edge of the state, old Americana, moldy and forgotten. It was the perfect dirty little retreat... for Charlie, not her. India had become homesick, even missing the face of her mother sometimes. She just wanted to be back in her own bed or playing the piano while something tasty was waiting in the oven.
While watching her nightly slasher movies, India had run out for some fresh air, maybe even to lie on the pavement for a little bit. Maybe a car would pass by and hit her even, finally some sleep. It was right then when she bumped into the stranger. At first it was surprise, then disbelief, why would someone else be out here in the middle of nowhere, then the shortest second of the scary idea that one of her victims had come back to haunt her.
"Hush!" she said and wasn't quite sure if to herself or to the ghost of the new woman. "My uncle can't see you. Follow me!" She took the hand of the girl and just walked outside towards a different block of bungalows.
Her heart leaps into her throat as a quiet squeak tumbles from Trixi, the sudden presence of another woman unexpected. Any thoughts that she may be employee vanish at the warning. Worry heightens, eyebrows pinching into a frown, and questions about this ominous uncle rise immediately. She doesn't have much time to process. Before she can ask anything, Trixi gets pulled back outside into the crisp late night at the insistence of this stranger—
Is she a savior or kidnapper?
"What the hell is going on?! The fuck are you doing?!" she snaps, indignant to hide her fear. "You can't just snatch me up and expect me to trust you! Stop being psycho!"
Halting abruptly, she regains enough sense to tug her wrist free and rubs away the unpleasant sensation of the woman's grip. Maybe it's from being on edge, spooked by paranoia, but the woman has cold touch like death, her dark gaze unnerves Trixi to her bones. Looking her over warily, Trixi realizes she's younger than her vintage dress style belies, which adds more perplexity to the situation. Trixi understands clothes aren't always indicative of age, but it's as if she's only been around older generations who value prudish modesty. Frankly, she seems out of touch with the world. Doubts fill Trixi, unsure whether she's safer with this Amish stranger than alone in the creepy motel.
SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES
[ SIT ] for one muse to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed, keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still.
[ RISK ] for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.
[ DISTRACT ] for one muse to drive while the other gives them head/fingers them.
[ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.
[ SUBTLE ] our muses are cuddling, sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them.
[ STILL ] our muses are cuddling, receiver begins to feel up sender and tease them.
[ GUIDE ] while one muse is riding the other, the one being ridden takes hold of the one on top’s hips to control their movements.
[ CLOSE ] our muses have sex in lotus position, clinging to each other desperately.
[ GAZE ] our muses are having sex in missionary and the one on the bottom tells them to slow down so they can just look at them for a few moments.
[ DELAY ] one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes.
[ CAREFUL ] one muse is recovering from minor injuries, so the other takes charge and makes them stay still while they have slow, sensual sex.
[ REVERENT ] one or both muses have been pining for a while, sender body worships receiver by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
[ GRATIFICATION ] one or both muses have been pining for a while, receiver body worships sender by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
[ MESS ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but sender starts to finger receiver.
[ RESTART ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but receiver starts to finger sender.
[ CLEANSE ] our muses have sex in the bathtub.
[ TENSION ] one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact, lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s.
[ DISCUSSION ] for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together.
[ APPROACHED ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and sender finally broaches the subject to receiver ( feel free to add dialogue or actions )
[ APPROACH ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.
[ SUGGESTIVE ] our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons, kinks, and what they’re attracted to.
[ GROUND RULES ] for our muses to discuss boundaries before trying something new in bed.
[ OBSERVE ] for sender to show receiver where and how they want to be touched.
[ DEMONSTRATE ] for receiver to show sender where and how they want to be touched.
[ LINE ] our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating, but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.
[ DEBATE ] our muses are arguing because sender is worried and overprotective of receiver, but when they get up in each other’s faces they end kissing and groping at each other.
[ CLAIM ] our muses are arguing because receiver is worried and overprotective of sender, but when they get up in each other’s faces they end up kissing and groping at each other.
[ SENSUAL ] for sender to slowly undress receiver, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ GRADUAL ] for receiver to slowly undress sender, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ SERVICE ] our muses just showered together, sender dries off receiver with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go.
[ CARESS ] our muses just showered together, receiver dries off sender with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go.
COMMUNICATION
❝ well, honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me. ❞
❝ i’ve never tried that before. but i want to, can we just take it slow? ❞
❝ don’t be nervous, i’ll guide you through it. ❞
❝ just because i’ve never actually fucked someone doesn’t mean i don’t know what i like. we have toys for a reason. ❞
❝ show me what you like. ❞
❝ can we take a break? i’m enjoying this i just need a moment. ❞
❝ can i be on top this time? ❞
❝ can i be on bottom this time? ❞
❝ just relax, lie still and let me take care of you. ❞
❝ do you think we could try pegging? i’ve always been kinda curious. ❞
❝ you can blindfold me but i want my hands free if we do that. ❞
❝ let me know if the ropes are too tight, okay? ❞
❝ i think i’m ready. if you are too, i wanna have sex. ❞
❝ listen, i’ve wanted to get you in bed since you first smiled at me. but we don’t have to do this unless you’re sure. ❞
❝ i’m ready, but we should set some ground rules first. ❞
❝ can you use your mouth again? i really liked that. ❞
❝ do you like how this feels? ❞
❝ yes, i like this. can you just— please keep doing that. ❞
❝ i don’t want to be touched this time, i just want to focus on you right now. ❞
❝ i prefer to do the giving if that’s okay? ❞
❝ i like receiving but, if you want me to do something i will. i want you to feel good too. ❞
❝ you can go harder. i’m okay, i want you to. ❞
❝ i don’t want to have to think or have control. just, do what you want with me. if something is too much i’ll let you know. trust me. ❞
❝ do you need me to slow down? ❞
❝ what can i do to make you more comfortable? ❞
❝ i know this is really vulnerable for you, so we can take this as slow as you need. you’re in control here okay? ❞
❝ can you just kiss me for a little bit first? ❞
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ JUST ONE, I'M A FEW — NO FAMILY, TOO. WHO AM I ? ( a collection of dialogue & action prompts from bbc america's orphan black, season one. adjust gendering / phrasing as desired. )
yeah, i'm back in town.
i wanna see [ name ], okay?
well, that's not fair, is it?!
oh my god, you look.. like crap.
this long, no see? you don't get to know.
you have no idea what that costs me.
i wasn't talking about my cut, i was talking about my pride.
you've been gone for almost a year, [ name ]. i'm not judging, just saying.
i'm not judging, just saying.
oh, you robbed her body.
you can do better.
what the hell is wrong with you?
look at me, you understand? look at me!
use it, or hang it up, okay?
do not snap towels at me, [ name ], i had a very traumatic childhood.
get in the car, damn it! we're late!
suddenly you don't give a damn, i get pissed.
now, you had better be ready. are you ready?
you're sure as hell overdressed.
what, were you out all night or something?
i know this shit is as hard as it gets, but you gotta stop making it worse.
"fashionably late", you called it?
stick to your statement and you'll be fine.
i panicked, what do you want me to say?
where's your wit gone?
you haven't called me dipshit all day.
i know this thing's got you all twisted up, but you've got to forgive yourself.
[ name ], i know you're in there! open the door now!
it's not coming back to you?
i'm not sure i should say anything at all.
i don't want to talk about [ name ].
you need to talk to me about that moment.
feels like she's lying about something.
deep down, we all hope we're special.
the last thing i am is special.
oh. you're disappearing again?
weren't you coming back this weekend?
i got sick to my stomach, i basically puked on them.
what did you do to your hair? ... it's longer.
why are you such a dick?
first, though, you need a shower. and a xanax.
just keep away from me!
your partner. he was following you.
[ name ], where have you been?
there's blood everywhere!
holy shit, it's true ... that someone is killing us.
you need to get rid of the body.
uh ... how about you come help me?
for starters, you're a drug dealer.
of course not, you think we'd let that happen?
i don't ... nothing, i don't want to talk about it.
that's my one bit of good news.
is that so much to ask?
bastard must've followed me and nicked it.
okay, let's not go off ... [ name ], [ name ] !
how long can you keep gaming the cops?
what the hell are you doing?
i'm worried you're losing the plot again.
sorry, i've got a lot of work to do.
you're not ready for this, you need to take more time.
is that a diagnosis? cause i've got plenty of professional help for that.
i can't keep waking up at night, checking your breathing.
i knew it was too good to be true.
why would you help with such a stupid plan?
that was when i drew my weapon.
i'm not dirty, i just freaked out.
i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle.
i'd do it all again, [ name ].
cut the shit, [ name ], and tell me where it came from.
yeah, i was gonna leave town, but i turned around.
are you wearing a wire?
if there's another version of this story ...
there's only one story, [ name ].
run me through it again. so i know you won't crack under questioning.
if they dig, they'll find the pills.
i wouldn't do that, [ name ].
i can't help myself.
— then why would you even ask?
because ... i told you to.
i'm gonna hang onto that money until you're cleared.
why would you go in my room?
the sink is broken, what the hell is wrong with you?
are you out of your mind?
idiot. do you even know who you're talking to?
i don't care who you are.
please just tell me ... who are we to each other?
are you kidding me? i'm not doing that.
you need to get out of here.
let go, don't touch me.
hide your ugly face on the way out.
i'm making progress, full progress.
what i'm trying to do is move on.
that's not gonna work for me.
does that sound stoned to you?
you have constantly tested me.
since you apparently already know where i live, come by after 9.
knock quietly.
come on, [ name ], give me a little love here.
why do you have to be such a hardass?
you know i never would've got in if you said we're going to the suburbia.
don't stop, someone might speak to us.
my skin breaks out every time we come downtown.
oh my god, who's in there?
[ name ], you always do this to me!
i don't do "backup", i don't even know what "backup" is!
close it, lock it.
you point a gun at me again, i'll kick the living shit out of you.
what the hell were you doing here?
seriously, it's life or death.
you can't just ignore it!
-> ACTIONS :
sender is aggressively banging on receiver's front door, demanding entry.
sender begs receiver for their help in faking sender's death.
sender seduces receiver in order to distract them.
sender has discovered receiver's secret life, and confronts them.
receiver catches sender as they're trying to skip town.
sender tries to seduce receiver in order to make them stop investigating.
sender arrives to receiver's place drunk and injured.
sender calls receiver for help getting the blood out of their car.
sender starts a physical fight with receiver in a sensitive environment.
receiver must cautiously evade sender, who thinks they're dead.
receiver gets a cryptic text from sender asking to meet in person.
sender and receiver return to their hotel room only to find it trashed.
sender is caught following receiver, and receiver confronts them.
sender stands between receiver's loaded gun and a third party.
sender accompanies receiver to a doctor's appointment.
sender leverages receiver's addiction/s against them.
sender witnesses something traumatic, immediately going to receiver.
sender holds a fake funeral for receiver, which the latter watches at a distance.
sender and receiver meet in a diner for a sensitive discussion.
sender finds receiver's number in a strange phone and calls it.
VAMPIRE IN BROOKLYN (1995) Dir. Wes Craven
MANNY JACINTO attends the UK PREMIERE of ''Freakier Friday'' in London, England (July 31, 2025)
Anna Diop by Angelo Sgambati
