BITCH DOCTOR !

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◣LUCIO◥ ‌:

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The doctor seemed distracted, unamused and deep in thought, Lucio’s little jabs weren’t received well by his beloved pet, but when were they ever?  It made the count sneer and, despite the fact that he was not one to insist, Julian was a special case, he always had been. 

Cold metal claws traced the pale, alluring cheekbone and jawline and set themselves under the chin of the comically taller man, the golden thumb pressing against the other’s lips to persuade him to shut up. His crimson gaze and piercing silver eyes were beguiling the redhead into accepting his irrefutable invitation to the masquerade. It wasn’t the general invite that everyone got, no, this one was for honorary guests only, particularly for this honorary guest.

“And don’t be anything more or less than fashionably late, my dear Julies~”, he hissed, the smirk growing into a devilish grin as his scarlet sclera searched for Julian’s gaze. In the meantime, he slipped an elegantly adorned golden envelope inside the pocket of his old friend’s coat, patted the other’s garments a few times to presumably groom him and dust him off and departed with a wave of his hand as he turned on his heel.

              he’s still  high-strung  when lucio approaches,  as his shoulders draw taut to the point of pain.  his spine is an iron bar,   &   when lucio’s finger touches his cheek,  it’s like someone has lit a match against it.  julian shifts almost imperceptibly,  fingernails biting into his palm,  &  uses his height advantage to stare the other down.   unfortunately, from this angle,  it means lucio can likely see him swallow the   -------------   whatever   he’s feeling   ---------------- down. 

                      lucio seems to like to take whatever he can have, & especially what he can’t --------- it seems like this is why he is particularly  touchy  today.  he watches him go with his regal flair,  body still tense,   & only lets out a tremendous breath when he turns the corner.    after a moment of shaky breaths,  he palms the envelope in his pocket,  figuring he had better just get through it.  

              the letter is ridiculously fashionable,  in beautiful ornate lettering,  &  it’s just like lucio to truly spare no expense.  opening the expensive paper,   julian views the invitation with a heavy sigh,  because it is just what he’d expected to see. 

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i went to a costume party yesterday & the theme was heroes n villains . . . . can you guess which one i am ?

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◣???◥ :

Of course, just when she thought she was out of danger.

Things had undergone a turn of events not at all expected for such a carefree evening. One moment she was dancing in the streets in the company of an acquaintance that provided the music with that old guitar of his, when all of a sudden, a colorful group of individuals stepped out of the crowd and began the whole deal with a single, threatening look. Something about her company owing them money. Gambling. Who knew, time wasn’t there to listen to the whole story.

So she had helped him escape and got involved in the misunderstood all at the same, reason why she had been running for a good while now, attempting to make them lose track or forget about the tiny woman that had pulled a few tricks on them and from whom she hadn’t heard in… twenty minutes now? Lost them, yes, she must have lost them.

Or so she had thought when she runs into a large body that made her stumble and fall on her back.

“NO WAIT!” She exclaims, instinctively, without thinking at all and just in order to gain a few seconds to adjust her body in the ground and prepare to cast a new spell that could help her avoid the beating that was waiting for her in stock. But big, confused eyes meet his and she realizes: she hadn’t seen this man in her life before… and he is apologizing like someone who isn’t exactly thinking about throwing her off the docks.

“You…” But she can’t be that sure, and so she cast a quick glance over her shoulder as if to see if there’s anyone waiting there to cut her path. The apprentice turns back to him with suspicion in her examining look, not sure about what she is hoping to find but looking anyways.

“You aren’t… wait- is it possible that you aren’t linked to a group chasing after a guitarist? Just- asking out of curiosity.”

Otherwise, what a way to meet someone new for the first time.

                  ❝    i   ------------  no.   WHAT ?   ❞

        the words spill out from their own volition,   &   julian is so  stunned  from her bizarre question he forgets about his own panicked state.  she seems bewildered,  but,  but  -------  not because of him.   it puts his mind at ease,  &  two fingers swipe at his own lip,  where his mouth seems to still be open.   he shuts it with a snap.  

                 the utter ridiculousness of the situation strikes him like a blow to the face;  julian examines his own form, legs antiparallel, his weight supported on one elbow,  &  oh,   he’s going to have to clean his coat now,   isn’t he ?  & the person in front of him,   she’s linked to some sort of  -------------   guitar pursuit?                         . . .  what  ? 

                            julian’s arched eyebrows relax as his face melts into a smile,  then a laugh.  his eyes close, & his free hand finds the loose material of his shirt,  while he takes a moment to just laugh at the absurdity of it all.  

                             ❝    ------   no,  no,  i’m  not.   that.   i can’t believe  ----- who are you ?  ❞

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◣ SHURI ◥ ‌:

One of the many things her brother taught her growing up was how to throw a good punch. Luckily she still knew how to throw one. Shuri turns her head to look at the shocked man, letting a small chuckle out at his reaction   ❝   then we should LEAVE .   ❞   Shuri turns a heel, quickly walking in the other direction hoping he would just follow.

                it’s not a hard decision, not by far;  julian is up and after her in an instant,  matching her pace easily at a loping gait.   ❝  so   ------------- - -   ❞     he trails off,   unsure where to start. does he ask about her ?   how she seems ...   oddly unbothered by the altercation ?    at any rate,  he’s just happy to be along for the adventure. 

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Why yes, my good Doctor, but of course I am addressing the right individual! *she giggles* And I'd wager many would view a valiant, charming, immaculately attired gentleman of towering stature and dark auburn locks as being quite prince-like. ~

                 ❝   ohoho  ———-  ❞    julian coughs a little,   around the something flustered caught in his breath,  downright  glowing  at the praise. ( he’s too  stupefied  to try to respond coherently. )   ❝   you are,  ehm,   incredibly   kind,    especially to a  ———   well,   to someone like me.  ❞

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[ enough ]

ASK MEME - ACCEPTING !     [enough] : your muse asking mine to stop talking. 

              his face goes red in response,  as his mouth clicks neatly shut. it should be an embarrassing moment,  but julian .................   almost  revels in the authoritarian command,  feeling as if he should do what he can to obey.   he almost opens his mouth to stammer out something in agreement,   but settles to nod at the floor,  letting his hair cover whatever telling expression he’s wearing. 

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*clears her throat to commence this modest little ditty* ♫ Prince Julie, fabulous he, Julie Ilya! Smarter than ten medical men definitely!~ He faced the plague stricken hordes! A thousand blood eyes of lords. Who gave that count his just rewards? Why, Prince Julie! ~ ♫ <3

                    ❝ OH.   oh, wow.   oh.    --------------   surely you don’t mean me ?   PRINCE    is a title i certainly haven’t received before.   you   ----------   are you sure you’re addressing the right person? ❞

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[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

ASK MEME ----  ACCEPTING !!

          HE’S IN THE MIDDLE   of one of his more lucrative stories,  one about the time with the spiders,   ( or was it the one with the snake?  )   --  ------- the plot, naturally, is hardly necessary, as his audience is more than halfway drunk.   he takes a break to breathe,  to add some dramatic tension,  &  ----------------   oh  ?

                              he spots her across the room,  &  the story dies in his throat.   

                      ❝   ................  excuse me ,  ❞  he says, feeling an uncharacteristically strong burst of confidence,  &  steps down from the table.  

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[ direct ]

[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

                            it’s like the floor has been swept from beneath him. 

                                          there’s a part of his brain, sure, the part that isn’t COMPLETELY FRIED, that is vaguely aware of her firm words & necessary reprimands;  the rest of his world,  however,  has narrowed down to where just  three  of her fingers are barely lifted under his chin,  how her index is only an   inch   away from his pulse point.  as always,  he can feel the red hot rush of blood high into his cheeks,  &  he tries to swallow down the feeling.                           ❝     ———— i’m sorry, what’d ————– huh ? ??  ❞

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               era aesthetics!

BOLD all that apply!

MEDIEVAL: tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters.the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE: freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.

BAROQUE: dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL: chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

ROMANTIC:       compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

tagged by: @marigoldeneyes tagging:  @ YOU !!

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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characters who crave affection but at the same time have no idea how to respond to actually receiving it due to the fact theyve rarely ever experienced it are my absolute favourite

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❝ of course you’re invited! why wouldn’t i invite you? ❞ (hi :^) )

       it’s quite the storm,  now,   behind julian’s eyes;   

                               his tongue flattens in his mouth with the pressure it takes to bite back something  sharp.   lucio’s royal snarks always serrate  particularly deep  into his mind.  ………………….    still,  the something UNKIND that looms under the count’s skin has his own  crawling,  so he settles his gaze on the beautifully stitched clothing, biting out,    ❝   i have never cared  ——-  &  never will care  ——-   for your jokes,  lucio.  ❞

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❝ don’t worry. i’ll take care of it. ❞

                      ❝   always too sweet on me,  ❞   julian says, letting his voice fall comfortably into a more confident, charming inflection, &  letting his mouth turn up at the corners ( as much as it could,  around the split lip ).   he would punctuate the phrase with a wink, but  ……. well. 

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◣ SHURI‌ ◥ :

Walking through the unknown city is unnerving to the Wakandan. She was passing time before she had to go back to the upstate Avengers base, looking around at the COUNTLESS shops. Her eyes widen at the loud voice, QUICKLY turning around to see the man trying to get her wallet. LUCKILY she had quick reflexes, snatching her wallet and throwing a punch to his face. Dark hues land on the man who TRIED to help her, offering a FRIENDLY smile   ❝   hey … THANKS that was pretty NICE of you to do .   ❞  

          he swipes the hair from his forehead in a fluid ( rare ! ) motion in order to better view the man who is now    on   the   floor;    in his professional medical opinion --------  & according to the succinct CRACK upon impact ------- the man’s nose is definitely broken. julian’s eyebrows raise on their own,   an almost COMICAL expression taking hold.   for a moment,   he is at a loss for words,   staring at the woman beside him,   before shaking his head,   bewildered. 

                   ❝  wow,   ❞   julian says, in a smaller voice than he’d intended, &  clears his throat.     ❝  i mean  ----------  wow.  & of course, but uh, ehm  - -- ----------   ❞   suddenly conscious of the scene, he gestures vaguely in the other direction.   ❝  we should probably leave before he gets up.  ❞