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xavecamour:
where: anywhere with: anyone
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say to me right now, but you’re making no sense. Could you either rewind and repeat, or just move on?”
— 🦇
“Maybe it would make a little more sense, if, you know.” Lorcan mimed setting down the bottle accompanied by an almost provocative smirk.
laser-leia:
where; Hyde Park whomst; someone
Leia wasn’t necessarily into grafitti, but they weren’t not into either. Currently they were holding a jar of spray paint and staring at a garbage can in contemplation. “Think I still remember how to do art?”
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—🦇
Lorcan had his hands on his hips, looking at the trash can. “Doing art is one of those things you don’t forget how to do.” Bit of an odd choice for a canvas, sure, but whatever their artistic vision demanded. “Go ahead. What’s the worst that could happen?”
felicitywards:
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that wasn’t the first time that felicity had heard the phrase before. it was a mantra that her father and her brothers had oft repeated to her after something had gone horribly wrong. “okay. I won’t.” she agreed. his hand felt cool to the touch much like hers. the apartment was interesting. vertical lines everywhere. tall and parallel, like large looming bars in some corners. “I already said that I don’t remember anything.” felicity glanced around as if dawned by the sudden realization that this might not be a sanctuary and instead a trap. she nervously brought her hands in front of herself. “are you cross with me?”
— 🦇
Lorcan squinted his eyes at her, skeptical. “Yeah, you said that. But that’s just a smart thing to say when a stranger on the street questions you about the massacre at your feet.” He watched her look around and wondered if he was being too harsh, before concluding that when offering someone who was most likely a murderer refuge in his own home, he was allowed to ask some questions. “I’m not cross with you. If I were, I’d have left you on that street. I’m trying to help you but I feel like I’m missing critical information to do that.”
xavecamour:
“They should, but what people should do and what they actually do, can sometimes be two completely different things” she pointed out, frowning a little. She wished that she had some of his innocence and optimism that journalists would still do the right thing, but she had seen and heard of too many examples where that hadn’t been the case. “My family are old. We support neither side in this ridiculous war and some are more insistent than others that we must. Aside from that, I am a woman living alone Lorcan. I’m not too proud to admit that it frightens me at times” she sighed, shrugging a delicate shoulder. “Having three different wards makes me feel safe”.
—🦇
Whenever Lorcan thought about wards, it was always thanks to groupies, never war matters. Which was foolish, probably. It was a little too easy to slip into a feeling of false security. Weather he liked it or not, the apartment he lived in today was nowhere near his homey little basement. Tainted as the memories of that place were by now, some thick concrete walls and miles and miles of soil behind them were a comfort he sometimes found himself craving now. “Hey, does sending up more wards sound like a fun friend activity now that we crossed reading the newspaper off the list?”
lvnarism
“Is there a term you prefer over people?” As much as Zehir considers himself considerate, he isn’t as much of an expert on vampires as the man in front of him. Still, despite the bat connection flock seems awfully insensitive. “You don’t have debt with me. I mean it when I say I just want to help.” He gets up and returns to the fridge for another blood bag that he hands the young vampire. “Feed as much as you need. Allow yourself some rest, and by the time you are out that door, all is forgotten.”
—🦇
Lorcan spent a long moment trying to twist the man’s words enough to find some ill intent in them. It surprised even him when he fell short of it. “People is good.” His voice still sounded careful, his eyes narrowed and unsure like he still expected the trap to spring and break his neck. When that didn’t happen, he gave a tentative nod. “I’m still struggling to understand why you’re doing all this. Most people would inform you that helping vampires is a terrible idea.”
snooganshq:
♡ SPICY ACTION PROMPTS ;
send a word for a starter ! add a ♡ to reverse the role ! or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested ! you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. )
please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡
[ BEG ] ; the sender begs the receiver to touch them.
[ BEHIND ] ; the sender takes the receiver from behind.
[ BITE ] ; the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body.
[ BONDAGE ] ; the sender ties the receiver up.
[ CHOKE ] ; the sender chokes the receiver.
[ COLLAR ] ; the sender puts a collar on the receiver.
[ CUT ] ; the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.
[ DEGRADE ] ; the sender degrades the receiver.
[ DENY ] ; the sender denies the receivers orgasm.
[ DOUBLE ] ; the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.
[ EAR ] ; the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.
[ GAG ] ; the sender gags the receiver.
[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.
[ HICKEY ] ; the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.
[ HUMILIATE ] ; the sender humiliates the receiver.
[ KITTEN ] ; the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.
[ KISS ] ; the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.
[ KNIFE ] ; the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.
[ MASTURBATE ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.
[ MORNING ] ; the sender wakes the receiver up with sex.
[ MOUTH ] ; the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth.
[ ORAL ] ; the sender performs oral on the receiver.
[ PET NAME ] ; the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.
[ PIN ] ; the sender pins the receiver against the wall.
[ PRAISE ] ; the sender praises the receiver.
[ PUBLIC ] ; the sender touches the receiver in public.
[ PULL ] ; the sender pulls the receivers hair.
[ PUPPY ] ; the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.
[ RIM ] ; the sender gives the receiver a rimjob.
[ SCRATCH ] ; the sender scratches the receivers back.
[ SLAP ] ; the sender slaps the receivers face.
[ SPIT ] ; the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face.
[ SMACK ] ; the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.
[ SOFA ] ; the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa.
[ SPANK ] ; the sender spanks the receiver.
[ SQUEEZE ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver.
[ STRADDLE ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap.
[ STRAP ] ; the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on.
[ TIE ] ; the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.
[ TOY ] ; the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.
[ WHIP ] ; the sender whips the receiver.
@fangedthing @scrpcntprince @wickedscul @werewclfry
sexual tension prompts.
i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.
[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)
[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.
[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.
[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.
[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.
[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.
[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.
[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.
[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.
[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.
[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.
[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.
[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.
[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.
[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.
[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.
[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.
[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.
[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.
[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.
[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.
[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.
[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.
[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.
[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.
[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.
[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.
[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.
[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?
[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.
[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.
[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.
[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.
[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.
@fangedthing @scrpcntprince @wickedscul @werewclfry
xavecamour:
She could have made a reasonable argument, but instead, like a child, she stuck out her tongue. “I like reading them, she’s a good author” she pouted, leaning back in her stool and waving to the nearby waitress for a glass of water. “Your idealised version of the world we live in is both refreshing and exasperating Lorcan. Every person can have bias, including journalists and those who fund them” she pointed out, smiling knowingly. Her sister had been interested in journalism in the same way Bathsheda was interested in literature and Ancient Runes. “Embellishing the truth, or spreading rumours, sells papers” she added, taking her glass of water with a quiet ‘thank you’. She took a sip and placed it down again. She shrugged. “I have three”.
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Even someone like Lorcan had to pull a face at Bathsheda’s taste in literature and he was a man that had only ever touched books in passing since he finished school. “I know everyone has bias, Bathsheda. But shouldn’t reporters put their bias aside when they report on stuff? To keep their professional integrity intact?” Was there even such a thing? “I knew tabloids were scheming vultures, but the actual paper? Damn.” Only went to prove that the world was even shittier than Lorcan had already assumed it was. Which would be another great reason to upgrade the security measures of his home. “Three? What do you even need three for?”
strifestriken:
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“oh, no. no such thing. I do not believe in a limit to my muchness, nor would I needlessly feel inclined to impose such a thing onto others, and I do love putting my name on stuff even more than I love having stuff with other people’s names on it. so we’ll call it a deal.” strife causally craned her head to one side. “then you’ll be very uncomfortable with me, as you see I’m an absurdist whose standards are undeservedly high. you might actually have to work for a compliment.” she winked and quirked her head back up. his laughter finally pushed her smirk to a proper smile. “who indeed?”
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Lorcan’s jaw dropped, the reaction somewhere in the middle between exaggerated for a joke and painfully genuine. “What? You can’t make me work for compliments. The third Geneva Convention outlawed cruel and unusual punishments back in the fourties.” They didn’t outlaw flicking people in the forehead, so that was what he did. “Oh, I don’t know. Only the most popular vampire in the world right now.” He put air quotes around vampire, just to be safe. “Surveys say people like me better than Dracula.”
felicitywards:
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“oh. what would anyone else have done?” she continued to whisper. felicity had never been particularly comfortable with direct skin contact. it was the reason that she so frequently decided on gloves and longer sleeves. most people never hesitated to remark on how cold she felt to touch which was bothersome. but now she laced her fingers through lorcan’s and prepared for that uneasy feeling associated with apparating. “where do you live?”
--- 🦇
Lorcan shot her a heavy look, lingering almost uncomfortably long. “...Try not to think about that.” Once the woman finally grabbed his hand properly, he gave her a sharp nod and the quick answer of “Manchester, obviously.” before he apparated them to his fancy new city apartment. He already had his wand out by the time his feet hit the ground, closing the blinds and turning the lights on with just a flick of it. “Considering how I just offered you refuge at my place, you might want to tell me all that you remember about that carnage,” he said trying to be a lot more stern than he truly managed in the presence of the first vampire besides he mother and sister he ever crossed paths with.
lvnarism:
♕ ✦ —•
As much as Peggy wants to pour another round of drinks and turn the music up to drown out whatever it is that’s heavy enough to weigh even Lorcan down, she finds herself quietly contemplating his question instead. “That depends on what your end goal is. If you want everyone to love you, I think you’re on the right track. If you want you to like you, that might lead you down a different road.”
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“Doesn’t really matter what I want now does it?”, Lorcan said after a moment of quiet contemplation. The toothy grin on his face looked the same as it always did, just a little more stressed around the corners. At least it provided him with some pretend levity. “No matter what I do, everyone will never like me. That’s not really in my dna.” Despite his unsuspicious choice of words, he took a quick glance around the bar. These days, you couldn’t be careful enough in places like these where people might listen in on conversations that didn’t regard them.
lvnarism:
♕ ✦ —•
Zehir watches with clinical interest as Lorcan sinks his fangs into his, uh, prey. Not much of an apex predator as far as he is considered. Which is lucky in the sense that a vampire that adheres a little closer to what people expect of one would have picked him for sustenence over some fridge chilled AB negative. “I don’t want anything from you. I am a doctor. I vowed that I would do what I can to help people. All people.” He explains as he goes to retrieve a napkin that he hands to the young man next. ----
---🦇
There’s genuine surprise on Lorcan’s face. “People?” Even the most liberal of people would hardly accept more than vampires not being inherently evil. Considering them people was pushing Lorcan’s standards for how much acceptance folks might be willing to extend to his kind. "If you’re thinking about using me as some sort of guinea pig, let me warn you. I’m only half vampire. So I got all of the downsides and half of the perks.” His voice is a little too bitter to assume this wasn’t about his family. Especially with the way he continued to defiantly suckle on his blood bag. “Which isn’t to say I’m not willing to do what you ask for to repay whatever debt I have acquired.”
xavecamour:
“Or, am I reading the perfect amount?” she countered, pulling a face and narrowing her eyes as she did. Given the current state of the world, most people would have applauded her for thinking more deeply about the situation. Lorcan however, did not seem to appreciate it. She made a mental note; ‘Lorcan is not a fan of the creepier theories’. “Unfortunately, I think that anything is possible with the right, or wrong, motivations. I don’t trust one papers word to be the complete truth when often, they have biases of their own” she replied, shrugging one shoulder up and down. “How many wards do you have up at present?”
🦇
“The perfect amount is none at all.” Lorcan raised an eyebrow like it was obvious. Why read mysterious crime novels when mysterious crimes were being committed daily. He wondered if maybe the burning man was nothing more than an unfortunate vampire who forgot to close the blinds before he fell asleep. “They can’t have bias. They’re the newspaper. Is there no like code of honour?” Crazy how he always assumed that reporters lying was about gossip only. Lying about actual news felt a lot more vicious. Somehow this whole conversation was taking quite the worrying turn for him. “One. Why, do you think that’s not enough? Too many?”
strifestriken:
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strife chuckled. “I am an avid arrogant cunt. needless bragging feeds me. I’ll expect nothing short of a john hancock for each.” she cut her gaze sharply to meet him. there was a glowing delight in those verdant hues. “what? I’m the first person you’ve met with standards. that can’t be all that surprising. it was bound to happen eventually just statistically speaking.” the challenge was a twinkle in her eye and teasing from the sleek curve of her lips as she pressed further. “true or not, who are you to compromise on behalf of any vampires?” her brow quirked upward in question. strife looked him over from head to toe. “yeah, I’ll bet you haven’t.”
🦇
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll get you a dedication and everything. For Strife, without whom this record would not have become the piece of art it is today.” Lorcan gave it his best dramatic reading voice as he mimed signing a cover. “Too much?” He snorted. As if anything ever was. “Ah, see. That’s because I usually surround myself with realists who have dropped their standards when they realized that this is as good as it gets.” He tapped his pointer finger against his temple. Smart. “Yeah, who am I to do that.” This time, he actually laughed. How could a woman be so convincing that he started to actually doubt himself?
felicitywards:
“have you left many scenes like that?” felicity asked. her tone wavered somewhere between a morbid curiosity and frightful fascination. her experience with aurors had been limited. usually her father or one of her brothers handled the messiness of those situations. it was never left to her. “capisce.” he set a fast pace, but felicity was able to keep up in spite of the sharp heels that she wore. “what happens if I let go? why are you escorting me?”
🦇
“None that I have caused myself.” Not like this, at least. Not to feed. “Because I’m a good person and you are lucky that I have found you before anyone else could.” Sounded more menacing than he intended it to be, but the truth was harsh like that. “You don’t want to let go because you won’t get past the wards on my flat if you. You’re one chance at safety depends on how well you hold on to my hand.” That was the only warning he was willing to give before apparating. Despite his desire to help her, there was not an ounce of altruism in his body. He knew it wise not to stick around. Whether the blonde wanted to come with or not was her decision.
auxrorkind:
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧
“that sounds like something some old witch would get embroidered and framed on her kitchen wall.” she nearly choked on the wine she’d just taken a sip of, “did you just atta girl me?”
🦇
“That’s not an insult. Old witches fucking rock. All I’m hearing is that you think I’m wise beyond my years.” Lorcan smirked around his glass as he took another sip, a brow raised when he looked at her after. “Why? Did you like it?”
lvnarism:
♕ ✦ —•
“Okay, okay, sorry.” Peggy waves her hand while she tries to stop laughing. After a few more shaky breaths, she calms enough to at least keep a straight face. “Alright, sorry. I’m good now. Go ahead, try again.”
🦇
Lorcan did something very uncharacteristic. He set his jaw and ground his teeth and considered if he really should keep talking. If Peggy really wanted to know. Then, after a second of contemplation. “I mean it, Peg. I feel like every decision I make is only ever focusing on furthering my image. Isn’t that messed up?”
