poison and wine

selective indie multi-muse roleplay blog. written by china. 21+. current thread tracker header made by @byufo

[loveshard]

#LOVESHARD is a selective multi-muse / multi-verse / multi-fandom indie roleplay blog focused on queer muses. slice of life, supernatural, fantasy, superhero, and horror centric. dead dove content warning applies. triggering content will be present / tagged. mun does not equal muse. fandom crossover friendly. written by china. 21+ writers only.

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[heavenleague]

👫 + moreno / elijah

4 headcanons on moreno + elijah : the frost & the spider.

 moreno recommended elijah in terms of recruitment based off of a special heist in miami; a lot of shit went bad and the shipment of cars either ended up confiscated or destroyed, but somehow the trickster manage to procure the one valued car needed in tip top shape: while their partners saw it as deceptive and a scheme to gain favor, moreno liked that elijah had enough cunning to make a rather terrible situation salvageable. 

 these two … they have a habit of fucking in the bunker garage ( I'M SORRY I DON'T MAKE THE RULES ): eli might be working on something … moreno comes down and asks if they want a drink because despite being in new york city, it does get a bit warm. the drinks turn to some form of conversation, whether or whatever, moreno notes that elijah's tank top is a bit dirtied, the shirt comes off, eyes lock on each other, and before you know it, moreno's pressed up on the hood of said car, sliding elijah's jeans down before they both get motor oil on them. so anyone knows not to venture down there past 1 am … unless they want a show.

 moreno forever teases elijah about how their powers display, but there's a source of genuine fascination behind why eli doesn't per say have web powers or swings around like an actual spiderman. it also leads them into learning more about the origins of anansi, and once they learn their skills lean towards trickery and illusion, they lay off a little bit … that is until halloween roles around and they're waving a m.iles m.orales costume and telling him to get his beefy self in it or they're gonna give him a frosty purple nurple. 

 while it may not be verbalized so often, moreno likes having elijah around: the underground does good things, and now by association so do they, but alone they often feel villainous because of their path, and their methods can appear rather callous or rigid. it's nice to have someone who's of a similar background, who knows that the life they came from more than likely isn't the life they wanted, but the life they managed to survive on, and won't look down at them because of it. 

@loveshard

[loveisliquor]

✿ / tweety + blake

tweety spends her birthday's with blake. she doesn't tell him that's what the day is, though she wouldn't be surprised if he knows. she picks a location, and mentions it enough that their vacations "coincide". they spend a couple weeks somewhere pretty and she spoils herself enough that it feels like a celebration. she has a big, splashy society party when she makes it back but the private celebration with him is the thing she likes best.

they are banned from more than one high end lingerie shop in milan. tweety likes shopping, and loves going with blake so she can read his micro expressions as she tries things on. occasionally they get carried away in the changing room, and they've scarred several shop keepers. they regret nothing.

bonus: tweety spends a lot of time with blake, and supernaturals. she has a few pieces of jewellery that keep her from being compelled, and one that prevents supernatural death. she rarely wears them blake, though. nyx walks through her mind occasionally, checking for missing memories. the lack of overt manipulation is the only reason they don't try and intervene.

[loveshard]

knicks won game one and i'm elated so i'm gonna speed-run some more replies to queue real quick!

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY.   a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios.  )

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.

[i-could-die-for-yoou]

[loveisliquor]

✿ / pandora + holden

pandora finds full moons a little more compelling now, she isn't sure why-- but she tends to be restless for the duration of them unless she's with holden. sometimes she turns up at his door without meaning to-- he never turns her away.

some nights her dreams feel more like someone else's memories. an old fashioned ward, hands covered in blood, a man screaming in agony, the sounds of gunfire--strange and distorted, a woman's face she doesn't know but feels innately connected to, the eyes of a wolf. it's glimpses and vignettes of a life she knows isn't hers. it's more likely to happen after she and holden have sex, especially if they exchange blood and she's too scared to ask him about it just in case he's reliving her life when he sleeps.

bonus: holden is the only person pandora has ever let drink from her. it's not something she does as a rule, but she likes it when he does-- even more if it's during sex. she knows she'd never let anyone else drink from her willingly. she refuses to examine the emotion behind it.

[loveisliquor]

👫 + tweety/blake

tweety once poured a vervain spiked drink on a vamp who wouldn't stop hitting on blake. if not for nyx, she'd have probably ended up dead, but she found it really hard to regret it. especially since blake and her destroyed (positive) a hotel room afterwards.

tweety only ever cuddles with blake. they don't call it cuddling though, they just like to stay tangled in one another for hours and let time dissolve into nothingness. for two people who abhor clinginess, they are surprisingly tactile with each other.

tweety once asked the laveau sisters about turning. blake-- has never mentioned it but pandora did corner blake after their conversation and asked very pointed questions. blake never brought it up with her. pandora pretends it didn't happen but she watches them closely because she isn't sure what to make of tweety's curiousity.

tweety is "accidentally" monogomous with blake. she presumes he has other partners but she's (begrudgingly) content with just him. the power imbalance, is just one more in a series that make her feel off kilter sometimes. her solution to this is to create distance, gain perspective-- but it never lasts for long. she wants what she wants. (god help her)

[deathrcll]

" exactly. " they knew the reason that there was a mess of thoughts that were too disjointed to put idea to a graphic was because it just didn't flow. no cohesiveness, nothing to bring it all together. makiah would expect something like this from a new client that wasn't seasoned with ink and sleeves, wanting their first tattoo to be a heart or tinkerbell. " no, his sleeve is my work. it's not a virgin, " clarifies, though they wouldn't disagree. " i think i'm just going to say i can't do it and then pass it to someone else in the shop. someone else may be able to look at what he wants and see a vision, but ... i'm seeing a stick figure when he already has a dragon. "

[loveshard]

"maybe that's the point?" amara offered, not for makiah's benefit but for her own curiosity. "chaos above order. dragon has depression, stick figure is a metaphor for the inner child," she wondered aloud, though the words made her cringe at herself. she could never quite keep the academic bullshit from bleeding into her voice when things got abstract. "and i thought you didn't do handoffs? continuity, et cetera."

[loveshard]

continued from devon's open starter (@blcssom)

devon bared a dimpled grin, but it stung. his smile was a shallow, brittle thing, hoping to conceal the weird little ache in chest. "yeah, i mean, that always works out for people," devon said, and took an unceremonious gulp of his gin and tonic. "no hard feelings, right? about the, uh—" he made a vague, swirling motion with his hand that could have meant saturday night or the blurry hour in the bathroom after, or the thing devon didn't want to say out loud in case ezra made a face. "it's not like i was expecting a wedding ring or anything. you can chill."

[angelicviced]

" it's more of a thank you for having a second date with me treat " a small laugh left her lips as she grabbed the tv remote, turning off the crappy film, that was still playing in the background. no, he had peaked her interest and he was getting her full attention. " why did you ask me out again .ᐣ apart from the fact you've been coming into my bakery just to see me for the last month. before you deny it, i have eyes. "

[loveshard]

caleb's mouth was still half-full, so he bought a second or two by chewing. he hadn't meant for her to call him out so directly, but he guessed it was fair. she'd caught him lingering by the display case more than once, pretending to ponder the scones, when really he was just working up the nerve to ask her for her number. the bakery was three blocks off his usual route home, and of course there were other places—closer, cheaper, and with less of a wait—but none of them had nicole, with her sweet smile and her doe eyes. he swallowed, licking a smear of brownie from his thumb. "you might want the poetic answer, but the real one is your bakery has the best cinnamon rolls in the city, and also, yeah, i'm pretty into you," caleb admitted, meeting her eyes. "and i don't know, i just like how you make me feel. i like it a lot. i get nervous and then you say something and i'm, like, immediately not nervous anymore." he was being a little too honest, but he supposed brownies deserved the truth. "you make it easy."

[blcssom]

his words struck a chord with her, likely more than he'd ever know, and erika couldn't help the quiet hum of approval that settled on berried lips. "yes, i suspect that is true," she mused with a wry smirk as dark tresses cascaded over her shoulder, laying in front of her face like an inky waterfall until long, pale fingers broke through the darkness to tuck them back behind her ear. "an escort from the moon prince himself?" she could practically hear her father jumping with glee back in his guest quarters. dark eyes left his face to scan the empty hallways, stretching on endlessly with an ominous, enveloping silence that had a shiver running down her spine. "grateful as i am for your indiscretion, i believe my unaccompanied tour has run its course...." her gaze slowly returned to study his face, weight shifting to the balls of her feet. "i would be glad for the company." and even gladder to take a step and begin the trek back— the palace ground was far too solid. the longer her father extended their visit, the more restless she became without sands shifting beneath her feet with the sway of gentle waves. but she has not forsaken her task completely. "is this another of many your duties then, your highness? nightly patrols of empty corridors?"

[loveshard]

finn glanced down the length of the corridor himself, half-expecting the mirrored moonstone floors to conjure a reflection of chaperones from thin air. but the two of them were well and truly alone, which was a rarity in the palace. he let air pass through his nose, an alternative to sighing. "then allow me," he said, and turned toward the archway, his posture rigid. the prince inclined his head, falling into step beside her, boots soundless on the waxed floor. he kept a careful distance, a single span of his hand, not an inch more or less. it was easier to focus on walking than on the woman beside him, and easier still not to dwell on the weightless thrill that came from her agreement. he shrugged at her question, or tried to—his shoulders resisted, stiff with a tension that refused to ease. "it is customary for the heir to make nightly rounds of the noble wing," he explained, though he left out that he'd volunteered for this particular route, every night until the summit's conclusion. "i find the walls speak differently after midnight. the palace... settles," he shared, not quite sure if that sounded as meaningful as it had when he'd rehearsed it in his head. "you might find it dull. most guests do."

[makingimages]

poker is a hateful game that punishes people who wear their beautiful sensitive heart on their sleeve

[jo-constantine]

MANNY JACINTO Nine Perfect Strangers 1.03 “Earth Day”

[loveshard]

muse: nyeleti warren (she/her), late 20s, lesbian, theatre & performing arts graduate student

          "before you say anything, go look in the fridge. bottom shelf. i saved you the last slice of pizza. the last one! because i'm a good person and i love you more than carbs, which is saying something because carbs are like… my whole thing."

[loveshard]

continued from willow's open starter (@blcssom)

"easy," willow yawned, pinning her cheek to ingrid's bicep, "we'll unionize. refuse to leave the beds till all our demands are met. i read about it on reddit—bed strikes are actually kind of a thing now. we just need a snappier hashtag."

[amazingmaeve]

THE BOYS — 1.07 | "The Self-Preservation Society"