lust / full *

[ivorinc]

welcome to ivorinc - primarily NSFW blog exploring different themes and motives not suited for minor audience.

dabbling in both various canon and oc muses writer is 25+, muses are 21+, minors DNI

some good stuff right here: RULES / MUSES || OPEN STARTERS

[ivorinc]

open to: f muse: loki plot: set after the avengers when loki is locked up in a cell in asgard

“  did you come here to gloat? ”   not out of realm of possibilities —— this should be a solitary confinement and yet people come and go. some with questions others with advice... useless to him, really. so there’s not even a look cast the intruder’s way, he keeps himself still, sinking into the bed, playing around with whatever he has left from the dinner tray brought earlier. after all, it might be more entertaining. surely three weeks or years along the road he might change his mind, but there’s been not enough time for him to. it didn’t burn his ego yet and so he keeps himself fueled by it. after all, they should kneel...   “  come on then, make it quick.  ”   boredom colors the tone of voice, lazy sentences strung together.   “ and take the tray back to the kitchen on your way out, won’t you?  ”

[ivorinc]

open to: all. muse: harley quinn connection: any and all

behold —— harleen quinzel turning a new leaf on a story called life. joker-less new leaf, that is. it is slightly empty and slightly bleak, but a girl can’t complain, right? well, she can, but she will try her darnest not to. after all, she has new friends now and maybe she will cry on their shoulder three drinks later, or at least that is how she heard it goes. but it’s still early and somewhat awkward ; harley’s not used to entertaining guests, but at least she’s trying. there’s even food on the counter and the hyenas are all locked up. harleen quinzel - THE HOSTESS.   “  ah ah ah, puddin’!  ”   let’s put all of that on hold, she takes three quick steps and her hand lands on the drawer next to her bed that the other one was trying to open. curiosity, she’s sure. that curiosity also killed the cat.   “  let’s, uh, not. that’s...  ”   how to put it in pg-13 terms? she’s trying.   “  that’s where all the secret toys are, sugar!  ”

[ivorinc]

open to: all. muse: princess diana / wonder woman connection: another superhero, government agent, secret services etc., but someone she knows/has met previously

“  you are getting in my way.  ”     she’s keeping appearances, can’t deny that —— a lovely soft smile mean for everyone else around her but the person she’s speaking to. two times - no THREE - they have bumped into each other now and if that is not the opposite of mingling, she doesn’t know what is. a social function meant to scan their surroundings, but somehow they are scanning each other more. can’t complain too much, if anything, this is too... boring. in a good way this time ; everything boring is better than the mayhem and the violence.   “  it’s almost as if you’re craving attention.  ”   cheeky sip of champagne later she sets the glass on one of the trays that the waiter is circling around the buzzing crowd. it’s getting loud. getting drunk. thirty more minutes to kill, she thinks, before it’s too loud and too drunk —— perfect medium for something to happen. but until then...   “  i say let’s give it another hour. in the mean, there’s been plenty of people making their rounds to the cellar. any idea what’s in there?  ”

[tyjrose]

*fingers you in public places like its nothing*