𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒

[onyxcrime-moved]

once,  a girl stood among wolves,  watching,  waiting.  she learned the weight of silence,  the currency of fear,  the sharp edge of survival.  when the old throne crumbled,  she did not beg,  did not kneel — she stepped forward  &  took it. 

an  independent  &  selective blog for original (gotham city based) crime queen juliana d'amato, head of the onyx syndicate. heavily affiliated with @crimephox / @sidecrime &  developed  by  molly  ( she  /  her )  ―  crossover  &  oc  friendly, open to plotting with all, especially other gotham city characters.  it is very easy for me to fit juliana into other fandoms & cities. minors  &  non-roleplay  blogs  do  not  interact.  heavily  triggering  content  present.  21+.  carrd coming soon, bio can be found here. RULES ON CRIMEPHOX. (temp.) MEMES. HEADCANONS. star wars au. / more soon

now,  the streets whisper her name in hushed reverence.  shadow-cloaked,  steel-hearted,  crowned in onyx.  a queen without mercy,  an empire without weakness.  the city does not own her.  she owns the city. 

graphics credit until i get her carrd finished.

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♱  ‧₊˚  ⋅  LYRIC  STARTER  :  ‣  @onyxcrime  ⅋  danny  ocean

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━   [  bundy  :  animal  alpha  ]

❝  beware.  don't  go  to  bed,  don't  close  your  eyes.  ❞

[onyxcrime-moved]

❝that's cute, ❞ she said,  her voice low  &  smooth,  but with an edge that cut through the air.  ❝ but if you think i’m scared of shadows,  danny,  you’ve misjudged the game.  you should be worried about what happens when i open my eyes. ❞

[ladiesblr]

EIZA GONZALEZ in the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare (2024)

[onyxcrime-moved]

juliana stood at the edge of the command center,  her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the holo-table,  eyes flicking over the swirling star charts.  the deep hum of the ship’s engines was a constant backdrop to her thoughts,  but she wasn’t distracted when emil kindell stepped into the room.  she’d always been able to read him — his quiet intensity,  his unwavering focus.  ❝emil, ❞ she said,  her voice steady but with an underlying current of purpose,  ❝the empire’s becoming more of a threat than we anticipated.  we need someone who can blend in  &  gather intel without raising suspicions.  this isn’t just about surviving — it’s about gaining an advantage.  you’ve always known how to play the game.  you in?❞

@klarsynt

[onyxcrime-moved]

anyway let juliana destroy your life

[onyxcrime-moved]

just assume you can always ask me for a starter here, or send memes.

[klarsynt]

he allows himself the faintest smile ( briefly ) when she echoes back his word. she looks capable enough. in this city, everything he has heard about it, he gets the impression no one survives long unless they have a good amount of grit beneath the surface. he's been appointed to guard people who don't want it. a few unruly daughters of senators, some cartel, once the son of a mafia man who had decided nothing but a man with a gun and a knack for tracking would keep his kid from running out all night. to be ordered somewhere where he is wanted is a relief more than anything else.

❝ fair enough. ❞

he has no arguments to provide. he wouldn't dream of withholding important information in regards to her safety. he just needs a sense of urgency and the common sense not to ask 'why' until the right time. she looks intelligent enough. his brow arches slightly. ❝ look forward to it, ❞ he replies dryly. ❝ you mind giving me a tour of the spaces we'll be in? just need to do a once over to get familiar. ❞

[onyxcrime-moved]

juliana studies him with that same cool intensity,  though the faint flicker of his smile doesn’t go unnoticed.  it’s gone quickly,  but she marks it — like she marks everything.  he’s adapting.  that’s good.  she has no patience for men who bristle at being given orders or who mistake her precision for softness.  emil doesn’t seem like the type.  in fact,  there’s something about the way he speaks — measured,  dry,  almost amused — that suggests a mind built for structure  &  strain.  she can work with that.  maybe even trust it,  in time.  his file had been clean in the ways that mattered:  no bravado,  no unnecessary force.  efficiency.  obedience without submission.   &  above all,  an understanding of roles.  she doesn’t need a babysitter or a bodyguard with something to prove.  she needs someone who knows exactly when to step in  &  when to stay out of her way.   

her lips curl slightly — not a smile,  not quite.  just the barest acknowledgment of his tone.  she turns without another word  &  begins walking,  expecting him to follow.  ❝you'll want to start with the perimeter — street access,  blind corners,  exit routes.  the building has three floors i use regularly,  not counting the basement.  you won’t have access to the vault rooms.  don’t ask. ❞ her voice is smooth,  but there’s steel behind it,  not up for negotiation.  ❝bedrooms are upstairs.  mine’s at the end of the hall,  east-facing.  office is next door to that.  first floor’s mostly for entertaining  &  meetings.  we don’t host often,  but when we do,  i expect you to know who’s in the room  &  what they’re hiding.❞ she glances over her shoulder at him,  eyes sharp.  ❝you’ll get your chance to ask questions when i’m done.  until then,  listen  &  look. ❞

[onyxcrime-moved]

juliana stood at the edge of the rooftop,  the skyline bleeding orange beneath the setting sun,  her tailored coat whipping in the wind like a flag of war.  she didn’t flinch as frank castle stepped into the open,  all grit  &  silence  &  barely contained violence,  the weight of his reputation thick in the air between them.  ❝you’ve killed men like me, ❞ she said,  her voice smooth as velvet  &  twice as dangerous.  ❝but you’ve never dealt with a woman who runs men like them. ❞ her eyes,  sharp as cut glass,  met his unflinching stare.  ❝so tell me,  frank — are you here to end something,  or to start something you can’t finish?❞

@deathcrime

[onyxcrime-moved]

doing juliana starters tonight for real!

[onyxcrime-moved]

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃'𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐎 ⸻ 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.

[onyxcrime-moved]

i'm always logged in here & yet why am i not making posts?

[narcobarbies]

EIZA GONZALEZ on Hot Ones

[onyxcrime-moved]

starter call from the onyx queen?

[onyxcrime-moved]

gotham breeds survivors,  but juliana d’amato was never content with survival.  born into the wealth  &  danger of a powerful mexican crime family,  she learned early that power was the only true currency.  her father,  a feared but calculated leader,  ruled with an iron hand,   &  from the moment she could listen,  she was absorbing every lesson — how to command respect without raising a fist,  how to see moves before they were played,  how to make people obey without them realizing they had no choice.  but power,  in gotham,  is never stable.  when her father was gunned down in a brutal gang war,  juliana was just fifteen,  left standing in the wreckage of a once-great empire with nothing but ambition  &  a name that still carried weight. 

she did not beg for protection.  she did not flee.  instead,  she watched the vultures circle,  biding her time as she sharpened herself into something lethal.  by twenty-two,  she had made her move,  eliminating rivals with ruthless precision,  cutting deals where needed,   &  ensuring that those who underestimated her never made the same mistake twice.  under her rule,  the onyx syndicate evolved from a cartel offshoot into an empire of calculated crime — arms dealing,  high-end black market trades,  information brokering,   &  enforcement that was as silent as it was deadly.  she kept her organization efficient,  free of gotham’s chaos-driven lunatics,  refusing to play by the reckless,  self-destructive rules that so many others did.  where others let power make them reckless,  juliana made it her foundation. 

now,  gotham whispers her name in the same breath as kings  &  devils.  she walks through the city’s darkest corridors,  untouched  &  unchallenged,  her presence a force sharper than any blade.  some call her the onyx queen,  a title she neither rejects nor acknowledges — after all,  queens are born,  but she built herself.  to those who cross her,  she is a storm waiting to break; to those who earn her loyalty,  she is an empire unto herself.  she does not seek chaos,  only control,   &  in gotham,  where power shifts like smoke,  juliana d’amato ensures that hers remains unshaken. 

[onyxcrime-moved]

toxic relationship where they're just using each other. for a means to an end, for sex, to forget for a little while, for appearances. they're both aware, & frankly neither really cares.

[leneemusing]

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY & PILLOW TALK PROMPTS

❝  i’m glad i decided to stay.  ❞

❝  i’m glad you decided to stay.  ❞

❝  no one has ever made me feel the way you do.  ❞ 

❝  i’m afraid to need you.  ❞

❝  i’m happy…are you happy?  ❞

❝  i really needed this.   ❞

❝  you don’t know how long i’d been waiting for this.   ❞

❝  i haven’t been this relaxed in ages.  ❞

❝  my legs are still fucking shaking.  ❞

❝  i like you here like this.  in my bed.  ❞

❝  stay the night.  ❞

❝  can i stay the night?  ❞

❝  i feel safe with you.  ❞

❝  i think you thoroughly fucked my headache away.  ❞

❝  no don’t go yet—  just hold me for a while.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i’m ever gonna want anyone else but you.  ❞

❝  we really should have done that sooner,  huh?  ❞

❝  that was good but,  next time,  i’m on top.  ❞ 

❝  god you look good like this.  ❞

❝  i could really go for some french fries now but i don’t wanna get up.  ❞

❝  i really do love you,  ya’ know.  ❞

❝  sometimes i wish i could keep you inside me all night.  ❞  /  ❝  sometimes i wish i could just stay inside you all night.  ❞

❝  are you feeling okay?  ❞

❝  fuck,  i’m never gonna get over you.  ❞

❝  i’ll get a shower started for us.  ❞

❝  you’ve ruined me for anyone else.  ❞

❝  just stay still and let me hold you a while.  ❞

❝  are you falling asleep?  ❞

❝  i don’t think you know just how much i care for you. ❞

❝  i can’t help it,  i feel so sleepy and cozy now.  ❞

❝  are you hungry? i’m hungry— i’ll order us something.  ❞

❝  are you crying?  ❞ 

❝  i’m okay,  just overwhelmed.  in a good way.  ❞

❝  it’s been a long time since i’ve been with someone like this.  ❞

❝  i’m really glad it was with you.  ❞

❝  it wasn’t just about needing someone tonight.  it was you i needed.  ❞

❝  thank you for always being so gentle with me.  ❞

❝  you always touch me just the right way.  ❞

❝  do you even realize what you do to me?  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ CLEAN ]  for sender to clean up receiver in the shower after sex. 

[ CLEANED ] for receiver to clean up sender in the shower after sex. 

[ REFLECT ]  for a drabble about receiver pondering their feelings while sender falls asleep in their arms after sex. 

[ TRACE ]  for sender to gently trace patterns along receiver’s skin as they relax after sex. 

[ TRACED ]  for receiver to gently trace patterns along sender’s skin as they relax after sex. 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to pepper kisses along receiver’s body after sex.   

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to pepper kisses along sender’s body after sex.

[ TEARS ]  for sender to hold receiver while they cry after sex.

[ TEARING ] for receiver to hold sender while they cry after sex. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for sender to cling to receiver right after they’ve finished and just hold them while they recover. 

[ EMBRACED ]  for receiver to cling to sender right after they’ve finished and just hold them while they recover. 

[ TELL ]  for sender to open up about something to receiver after sex. 

[ TOLD ]  for receiver to open up about something to sender after sex. 

[ CONFESS ]  for sender to declare their feelings for receiver after sex (feel free to add dialogue when sending). 

[ CONFESSED ]  for receiver to declare their feelings to sender after sex. 

[klarsynt]

@onyxcrime sent: [ BLUNDER ] for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

yellow sunlight trickles in through half-open blinds, casting a warm glow on everything it touches. including him. his hazel eyes reflect the amber heat as they stare absentmindedly at the window. his movements are a little methodical and perhaps a bit slow as he folds a used shirt. he stands only in his boxers, sorting the clothes from his suitcase. he doesn't know how long the client will need him. but it's been a week and he might as well get comfortable enough. he has no desire to live out of his bag the entire time.

the serenity of the sunset is broken when the door swings open. emil blinks and turns quickly, finding the woman herself standing there. he's never been shy with his body. but there are things on it, graven into his skin, that makes him feel raw and exposed. knife wound on his thigh. bullet on the other. jagged, splayed out scarring across his chest. sometimes he thinks there's still glass imbedded there. but those aren't the ones that bother him as much. it's just one. he fights the urge to cover his throat with his hand and instead stiffens his posture, jaw flexing. he grabs a turtleneck from behind him without looking away. ❝ something wrong, ma'am? ❞

[onyxcrime-moved]

juliana leans against the doorframe,  her silhouette cutting against the dimming light like a blade.  her gaze doesn’t waver,  tracking every detail — the disciplined way he folds his clothes,  the deliberate stillness in his posture,  the way his hand lingers just a second too long near his throat before he snatches the turtleneck.  she’s seen men like him before.  men who wear their scars as second skins,  some with pride,  some with shame.  emil? he carries his like a weight,  something not yet settled within him,  something still raw beneath the surface no matter how many years have passed.  it’s not the bullet wounds or the knife marks that interest her; it’s the hesitation,  the instinct to cover,  to conceal.  that tells her more than any file ever could.   &  juliana has read his file.  every line,  every clinical summary of what was done to him  &  what he became because of it.  but words on a page don’t capture the tension in his jaw,  the flicker of something unreadable in his hazel eyes.  that,  she notes,  is something she’ll have to learn for herself.   

she steps further inside,  the door clicking shut behind her with the finality of a lock turning.  the warmth of the room doesn’t quite reach her,  but she lets the silence stretch just long enough to remind him who holds the space.  ❝not yet,❞ she says at last,  voice low,  measured,  the kind of calm that suggests control rather than comfort.  there’s no need for pleasantries; he already knows better than to expect them.  her arms fold,  one brow arching just slightly as she surveys his half-empty suitcase.  ❝a week,   &  you’re still unpacking like you might leave at any moment, ❞ she muses,  not so much a question as an observation.  ❝that won’t do.❞ another pause,  enough to let her words settle before she nods toward the turtleneck in his hands.  ❝get dressed.  we’re having dinner. ❞ there’s no warmth in it,  no invitation — just a directive,  plain  &  simple.  whether he sees it as a test or a courtesy is up to him.  either way,  she expects him to comply.