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august || casey || daniella || madison

Fuck, Marry, Kill. Send me three names.

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@enchaentingly asked : What are your Muse’s thoughts on public sex?

They honestly have no problem with it, the thrill of possibly getting caught never ceases to turn them on.

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@huntedarte asked : do they prefer to give or receive sexually?

1000% a giver. They do, on occasion, like to be dominated and taken care of. ( especially with partners that are also givers ) But they are most satisfied when they can take control of a situation and satisfy their partner's every desire. They thrive over being desired and wanted. Praise and adoration get them going and they will do anything to earn it. And seeing what they can do to their partner feels like the highest praise.

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@huntedarte asked : what is their favourite sexual act?

Madison's favorite thing to do is definitely penetrative sex with a strap. They feel most in control like that. Giving their partner pleasure, satisfying their needs. And as far as positions with it, their main go to is either from behind, or having their partner ride them. In Allie's case they really love her to give them blowjobs while they wear it.

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@retrospectral asked : what attire do they feel most attractive in?

Honestly it changes with their mood and what they feel like presenting as that day being gender fluid. There are days that they love to rock a suit, some annoyingly see-through shirt under the blazer and all. But then some days Madison feels most attractive in some flowery summer dress. Either way, they know they look damn fine.

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august || casey || daniella || madison

PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue to help set up already existing relationships between your muses and give them past scenarios to reference, adjust as necessary

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better.

you promised me we'd be friends forever.

you've changed quite a bit since i saw you last.

how are your parents doing? will you tell them i said hi?

i've known you for years, and you haven't changed a bit.

you've always been like this.

remember the last time this happened?

sure, i made a lot of mistakes, but so did you.

do you remember how we met?

you always stood up for me, no matter what.

i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.

when i was struggling, you were always there for me.

I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY

i thought i told you to stay away.

you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again.

i really don't want to see you again.

you're supposed to call and warn me before you show up here.

there's never going to be a "next time."

this is the last time you show up like this.

last time i said i never wanted to see you again, and yet here you are.

you can't just show up here unannounced.

you remember what happened the last time you showed up.

every time you show up here, shit hits the fan.

you're putting us all in danger by showing up here.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

ROMANTIC FEELINGS

i'm sorry, but i can't stop thinking about you.

after the time we spent together, you've been on my mind.

can we discuss what happened between us?

the last time i saw you, you were going to say something... and then you stopped.

did you mean it? any of it?

i wish we were still together.

would you go on another date with me?

it's hard to deny how you make me feel.

you've always had an effect on me.

i can't stop thinking about the way you look at me.

GENERIC "I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WHILE"

do you remember what you told me?

i can't believe this is happening to us again.

the last time this happened, we were better prepared.

i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.

this was never supposed to end like this.

didn't you see my text?

i know you better than anyone else.

you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.

you're making "the face" again.

you promised me you'd stop doing that.

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august || casey || daniella || madison

NSFW Headcanon Asks

Where are your Muse’s most sensitive erogenous zones?

What are your Muse’s favorite sexual positions?

What are your Muse’s thoughts on public sex?

What does your Muse feel is their most attractive feature?

Your Muse / your Muse’s partner decides not to cum inside. Where on their/their partner’s body would they prefer instead?

What kind of porn does your Muse watch and/or would be interested in?

Regardless of their opinions on bondage, would they rather be tied up by their partner or be the one doing the tying?

What are your Muse’s thoughts on one night stands?

What’s one thing that never fails to turn your Muse on?

How easy is it for your Muse to talk about sex?

How loud is your Muse during sex?

How high is your Muse’s pain tolerance?

What are your Muse’s thoughts on oral sex?

What are your Muse’s thoughts on anal sex?

How does your Muse feel about dirty talk in bed?

About what % of the time does your Muse focus solely on their partner’s pleasure?

When was your Muse’s most satisfing sexual experience?

What are your Muse’s top 3 kinks?

When was your Muse’s ‘sexual awakening’ and what happened?

How old was your Muse when they first had sex?

How many times a week would your Muse prefer to have sex vs how many times they ACTUALLY have sex?

Did your Muse enjoy their first sexual encounter?

How often would your Muse prefer rough sex versus gentle sex?

How high is your Muse’s sex drive on average?

Would your Muse hide hickeys/marks on their body or wear them proudly?

How does a Muse’s behavior change regarding their partner after they’ve had sex?

About how long does it take for your Muse to be comfortable enough to sleep with someone?

What are some common words or phrases your Muse says during sex?

What is one sexual fantasy your Muse has that has yet to be properly fulfilled?

*WILDCARD* Ask any sex-related question you want!

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august || casey || daniella || madison

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

intended for mature audiences, minors dni. specify muse if interacting with a multimuse.

what is their sexuality/sexual preference?

what is their romantic preference or inclination?

what are some features of others that attract them from the outset?

what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?

what are their most common turn-ons?

what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons?

what attire do they feel most attractive in?

what attire do they find others most attractive in?

what is their favourite sexual act?

do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

how do they feel about foreplay?

how do they feel about one-night stands?

are they openly flirtatious/sexual, or are they quite private?

how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed.

what is something they consider a kink of their own?

have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?

how satisfactory has their sex life been thus far?

what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

are they dominant, submissive, switch, partner/context-dependent, or unsure?

do they prefer to give or receive sexually?

+ established ship question. in any/all verses, with any/all ships, have your character/s speak about that ship's intimate & sexual dynamic, and how they feel about it.

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They watch as she tucks her plants behind the curtains, setting down her other belongings out of the walkway, as they stay out of the line of weak morning beams. It’s exciting, the thought of living with someone. Exciting to think of living with Allie. It’s also dangerous, a test of their control around someone who makes them want to leave, even the notion of it behind. They already crave her more than they know they should. Not just her blood, but her love, when she is around the little witch there are times ( honestly it’s constant ) the feeling of being touch-starved. And now, trapped in an eternal darkness, she craves that sun even more.

She watches her head up the stairs, follows like a moth to the flame. Graceful, quiet. The prime hunter, a villain, and a beast hidden behind a shiny veneer. Hidden behind the silk of angelic mask. Hunger strikes as the blonde lounges on the bed. They think of Mila, of a blossoming relationship to quell the urges and thoughts that Allie is notorious for eliciting within them.

“Well…” It’s dangerous, she’s dangerous. This whole situation is dangerous. Their stupid bravado and cockiness spurs them forward. “I only have one bed. I guess we would have to share,” they reply, because it is the truth. And maybe someone who is taken should suggest sleeping on the couch. But it isn’t like they haven’t shared a bed with Allie before. And they aren’t so depraved that they can’t be platonic. So they’ll share, for now, and perhaps in the future another bed will be bought. “I don’t have any food, you’ll need to shop. We can go after the sunsets. I’ll pay.”

        allie dips between a never ending thread of rambles, polling and pulling ceaselessly, and a stunned sort of silence. living with someone is a new kind of intimacy, deep and weighted in a way she doesn’t know how to handle. and madi had just … given it to her, like she deserved it. hard to hold onto, too, so it’s really nice of them to just give her the small things. truly, they were the most precious to allie, and madi promises the whole vampire thing adds to their carrying capacity. and, anyway, it’s not so much what she’s brought that’s the problem. or any problem, really. she’s just not really good at packing. the whole drive, her head’s full of that tangled cotton candy. it’s the same at that cute little cottage, bidding it goodbye for the last time and she almost forgets her phone inside, rescued thanks to madi.

        her way up to the apartment is cloaked in a giddy silence. fondness envelopes her completely as her eyes trail over the room, unkissed by the light. it didn’t make it any less warm, or beautiful. allie feels her cheeks pinch before she realizes she’s smiling. every word she comes up with to say just isn’t enough to describe how this is, really, the nicest thing anyone’s ever done. with her big, beaming smile, allie wanders to a tucked away windowsill, putting the pots in her arms behind the curtain. she turns to madi with her eyes full of wonder, shimmying out from her little temporary hiding place.  “ oh, you don’t have to hide like that … ”  but she shies, her eyes flickering away from her friend. allie’s eyes land on the bed, and the pep, skip of her step returns as she makes her way there, finding a lounge.  “ and, anyway, where are you gonna’ sleep? ” 

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The arcade is a place she hasn’t let herself wander, but the buzz of gaming cabinets and the need to stay away from darker holes that they both enjoy and question brings them to Retrocity like a ghost leading the dead. They remember a life before the cold, dark, before the power. Before the inescapable hunger. The hunger worries them, the thought of causing trouble at least for Morgan worries them. They don’t care for many people, but this human is different. Retrocity had been a home in the city.

Afternoons spent throwing playful jabs back and forth with Brad while trying to navigate button patterns. Listening to classics with Morgan, the woman’s musical taste is something of interest to the redhead. The place looks different, but it feels like returning home.

They aren’t expecting to be caught, then again a six-foot redhead does tend to stand out in a crowd. She offers a smile, pushing sunglasses up to the top of her head as she takes in the other. It feels different without Brad here, but Morgan is, as always, a welcome sight.

“I don’t know…do you really want me to make a bunch of sweaty guys throw man-trums?” they reply in a tease, hoping the slight differences in them aren’t too noticeable. It’s still something interesting, noticing how crystal clear people appear. How she can pick out little flaws and features she normally wouldn’t have noticed. Morgan looks tired, excited, but worn. They wonder just what has been going on in the woman’s life as of late. “It’s good to see you. Unfortunately, you still haven’t grown in my absence.”

closed starter for @flashfanged where/when: retrocity at the baliol street fair, evening

The last year has been such a blur, both in work and personal life. Morgan understands that people get busy -- it's how life has always worked. And while she loves her arcade 'regulars,' she's under no delusions that everyone will always have the same time and budget for dropping quarters at Retrocity.

But this street fair is a nice excuse to draw people in, including familiar faces she hasn't seen in a while. (Or at least, she hopes -- her memory escapes her sometimes, not by her choosing...)

"Madison, is that you?" It has been some time, but redheads are rather recognizable among the crowds. Morgan smiles gently, thinking that it's probably been since last summer, at least, that she hasn't seen the girl. "It's good to see you! We're doing another Street Fighter tournament for the late crowd by popular demand. Did you want to join? Or are you just dropping in to see the new games?

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For : @petratzimi Location : Somewhere fancy lol

She’s seen her a few times in passing, bloodied and gore-covered as they walk through the mansion, headed to what is meant as their room. To shower. To change. Clean up before they go back to the safety of their apartment with a cute little witch who tastes far too sweet for her own good. They won’t hurt her though. Allie wasn’t a meal, she was to be loved and cherished. One of the few people on this fucked planet to deserve nothing but the best.

So when Petra proposes a dinner and a drink, truly though, mainly a drink they agree. She is clan. Clan means family. The Lomidze are a family. They are Madison’s family. They slip into the chair across from her, the dark beast she’s witnessed in the hallowed halls replaced with nothing but a bright face and charming smile. As if the phantom of a monster, soaked in blood and viscera had never existed.

“I appreciate the invite. I admit I’ve been interested in the rest of the family. I only really know Svetlana, and well Viktoria, in passing.” Her lips twitch at the corner. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a family.”

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For : @bainesalthea Location : A back alley

The alley is dark, not their choice for feeding, they prefer the comfort of the club. Lounging as their teeth sink deep. As flesh gives way, as muscle tears. Hungry, so hungry, like a never-ending black pit in their gut. They nearly growl as they rip away from his neck, meat, and tendon following the action, head tilting back as they savor the flavor. The only thing they can truly taste now. Bloody, chunks of hot meat and flesh sliding down a gluttonous throat. He tastes delicious and rearing back they plunge their teeth into him as he gasps and splutters, consciousness, and life seeping as the blood pools and gushes from the open wound.

Strong hands pull him in closer and smash him into the hard bricks as they eat, face and shirt stained in a crimson to rival their hair. Dark eyes closed as they marveled in the taste of it all. Nose singing as more of his life force bubbles against their sawing teeth. They think of how much easier this would be with the maw of a beast.

So drawn into him they nearly miss the scuff of foot, they rip away again, graceful and quick as the body drops with a sickening thud, slumped and broken. Bloody and missing chunks. Their chest rises and falls with unneeded breath as they face the blonde. No witnesses, of their kind. Of the truth in their hunger, they take a step forward, fangs bared, ready to grab. Another body, a pile for Frankie to help them dispose of.

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As they settle they watch her with new eyes, that’s the thing they’ve found the most interesting with the change. The clarity. Their vision had been decent enough, but nothing like this. They can see the little imperfections that had never been this clear before. They only manage to make the other look that much more stunning. Her words sober them though. And they take a deep, unneeded breath. They deserved that.

“Exciting is a word for it…” They trail off, they can feel the upset as it settles in their chest. Fingers grip at their knees as nerves take over them. The pain of feeling bad because it is clear they hurt her. Someone they hold close. One of the few people that actually matter on this fucked planet.

“There are – changes – I wasn’t sure how to discuss with you. Especially through a text or phone call. I was a bit on house arrest at first and since then, well I wasn’t sure what to say.” She explains with little help. How did you just say this? Allie had been an accident. It had just kind of tumbled out. But Rivkah, well they shared something not many would understand. Their world amongst one another was so far from the average person.

Her face scrunches slightly as they try to come up with an explanation. Finally, they glance around to make sure they are still secluded before letting their fangs extend. “There have been changes,” they reiterate for emphasis before letting their face rest back into normality.

What people don't know when celebrities say their universe in lonely is that it isn't bullshit. It is isolating at best, and absolutely suffocating most of the time. Rivkah learned that early, and cherished every part of her life that helped her combat that emptiness. Madison was a big part of it.

In a world that was so often fake, Madison was a real friend. Sometimes more than that, sometimes not, but always a friend. Which was why she was so deeply hurt when they seemingly vanished from her life without an explanation. Of course she wanted to believe it had nothing to do with her, that something happened to her friend that caused the distance, but what exactly was she supposed to think when she saw them continue to post like nothing happened?

So when the call came, Rivkah was brief, almost cold, agreeing to meet but not much else. She'll give Madison a chance to share their side of course, but there's trust lost between them, and Rivkah isn't known for giving it easily.

Rivkah breaks the ice first once they're both settled. "So, how has your life been? Exciting, I imagine, considering how difficult it's been to pick up the phone..." she almost instantly regrets the jab. "You've been doing well, at least? I hope?"

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They catch their misstep with the look in her eyes, with the way her body moves, the obsession of a chase has become too much and they feel stupid. Feel embarrassed. When she says ‘No,' it’s simple and telling, they don’t grovel, they stand tall still but they respect it. They hope that their interest wasn’t ill-received, but ‘No,’ this is where it stops.

“I apologize for my forwardness. It isn’t an excuse but I’m still…learning, to navigate myself. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if that is the case.” She tips her head and takes a step back. They still have no idea of Castillian’s hold on the place but they have their suspicions. With the way people part for the woman and seem so attuned to her. This had been foolish.

“If you’d like for me to leave I will see myself out.” She will too, find vices satisfied elsewhere. Find other places to quell the hunger that burns within their chest. Perhaps spend evenings at the cabaret as they had in humanity. Whatever she chooses it is clear they’ve given the woman the cards.

There's a bemused hum that slips by Nsilo's lips. The Lomidze runaround has some gall to play chase on Castillon's turf. Even more, to start propositioning the shark in the water, to feed somewhere else; to take a different school of fish from the one it's known for so long.

"You don't believe yourself lucky?" It's a ruse. She's lucky they're still walking, daring to reach and touch her. They're lucky Castillon's allowed them back into her house of cards, to begin with. That a Lomidze associate, brat or whatever they are to them, has taken a dangerous interest in the few who would smear them just for association alone. Whatever that makes her, she doesn't mind the fallout.

"No." It's the word that children hate so much — it's the thing Nsilo hated as a wife, when she'd asked the mere basics; before she quieted and watched on the sidelines, to see what she could learn then. It's pathetically powerful, to wield no.

She understands why men like to gatekeep it. But she's better than that.

"You want to gamble," they're in the right place, certainly. "—with me. I don't invite players to the table, who I don't believe deserves a seat." She'll bring enemies, friends, and everything between, to swindle the last thing they have.

But not a Lomidze. Never a Lomidze.

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Closed starter for : @rivkah-k

Their texts go back and forth as usual, slightly flirty but never overtly serious, Rivkah was just easy for them to get along with. The other understood being in the spotlight and where Madison had made their presence slightly less bolstered, Rivkah continued to shine. Though they do suppose their streams and social media presence did of course keep them from disappearing into anonymity.

But that all aside, there will still things they haven’t disclosed. About how their schedule has changed, how their texts come fewer and further apart. Why they had disappeared for over a month. They knew how that had hurt Vanessa as it was, they wondered if they had done the same to the socialite. But they were at a loss of what to say and Rivkah hadn’t said much about their absence, about the way they had pulled away.

How were you supposed to tell someone important to you that you had died. That you were technically dead now? And to do so without an impending slap for having kept it from them? At least the other would know it wasn’t some joke meant to undermine her. At least they hoped she would. They at least wanted to have some level of control when they met up with her again, unaware of the work the other has been up to.

Sighing as they finish of their joint they swipe through contacts. An invitation was all it took, right? They couldn’t keep letting nerves keep them from falling back into their normal life. So with a steady tap to the woman’s contact they make the call. It’s good to hear Rivkah’s voice again, causing a small smile to cross their lips “Hey, sorry for the silence and lack of communication. There is just a lot to catch up on. Do you want to meet me at our usual? Tomorrow night, at around nine?” they offer up as an invitation.

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The conversation settles between them, the funnest thing about Allie is that Madison doesn’t have to talk constantly. Her cheery little watch speaking enough for the both of them, the blonde knowing even though the redhead was actually more reserved than others would perceive them as, that they still cared and loved to hear her voice. Her stories and thoughts. And they enjoy how she cutely forgets that they aren’t entirely what they were in their last entanglement.

That she brings treat after treat over for them between the people of the night crowd until they stand and tell her they’ll be getting their car. The dark of the night aiding them and moving faster through the streets back to the Lomidze mansion. When they return it’s not only with their car, but the essentials they had taken when Lana had, had them move in. If they were going to be living with Allie they wanted it to be their primary home.

Just as she said the blonde all but dances to them and out to the car and loading her own few belongs doesn’t take long at all. The underground parking is welcomed as the sun starts to pinken the sky. It makes them ache to sit outside and watch it rise but they know that can no longer be their life. They insist on carrying the majority of things, but let Allie take charge of her plants. “I hope you like it. I really don’t mind staying in my gaming room so you can enjoy it fully. I’ll be out once the sunsets. It’ll be like I was there the entire time.”

        her ramblings dry the moisture from her mouth, giving her something to think about as her awareness comes back to the world around her. specifically, the only thing or person that she’s so desperately centered on: madi. and they’re looking at her, with that tender flame burning in the brown of their eyes. still, allie doesn’t know what it means. the commitment of them has her dancing between certainty, a fluttering feeling that isn’t so different from being afraid. she doesn’t know how to make this worth it, or accept it without choking. with flushed cheeks, blue eyes fall down to the retro tile of the floor. allie imagines daisies blooming in the grout. she lets the practicality of the situation swallow her, chirping instead.  “ i’m- i’m all done at five! i know the numbers are kinda’ weird but i’m … i’m only covering someone else’s shift, so, y’know … ”

        “ oh, you … ”  she gets stuck in a place between not taking up space and admitting her love for the sun. the two of them already know both of these things, but allie’s never been very good at keeping quiet. like a shy blossom, allie keeps sheepish.  “ i do like the sun, but- but you don’t have to hide away! we’ll figure it out, don’t worry. it’s okay. ”

        the bright beam of hope in her eyes dies down, trying to get used to the feeling so she doesn’t sob the entire way over there, overfilled by a waterfall of emotion.  “ you … you can call me, you know. anytime you want, i’ll be there. ”  she tangles her fingers together, at the front of her apron, looking up at them through her eyelashes once more.  “ i just mean … you don’t have to miss me. ”

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Their sire doesn’t ask about their whereabouts, or what they do in their free time. Doesn’t ask who they meet or speak to. Viktoria says they are family, that is enough. To have Svetlana’s word. To have her sisters, they don’t ask Ezra. The one who started their journey into the Lomidze clan. A slip in his psyche that ended in them broken and bloodied at the oldest sibling’s feet. Trust they assume is given until they prove themself unworthy, prove themself useless.

They don’t understand the struggle for power amongst the council. And how could they when they never ask? Madison moves with the other woman, hand at her elbow until she lifts it from their grasp. Dark eyes are locked with green, the dice, yes. Their pride wounded by treating them like some pawn, some game. What did they want? A multitude of things. Could this woman give them the things that they seek? The answers they want, that they crave? Dark chocolate seems to have a clarity of them.

“Poker,” they finally say simply glancing over to the table. “I clear the table and you finally share what I want to know. From what I’ve gleaned you’re a woman who appreciates a well practiced game. Dice are a folly of luck. I’d rather prove myself in skill and wit. So, I don’t want the money, that is insignificant. Perhaps my craving to solve a mystery though…well that’d be worth the hassle of taking down a group of bloated high rollers.”

A firebird is a hot(headed) thing, flapping the flames of its wings like a phoenix when rising from the ashes of itself. It finds itself back in Castillon’s realm, expecting a softer greeting, she supposes than that of ash and fire. She expects they find only sin and greed, in these walls.

Bemused, a Nsilo’s eyes slide their way: “I thought you’d decided some mysteries aren’t worth solving?" She doesn't stop on account of the intrusion, despite the hand on her person.

It’s telling; she remembers them; the Lomidze creation. Approved and vetted. They can’t seem to stick to their loyalties in favour of curiosity. Because they’re back, after declining to roll the dice and see if luck is on their side. No game. No fun, nothing but a vying hopeful.

But she supposes, that is quite a jump to presume that they’re here with (sinfully) innocent intentions. It’s assuming that they’re not here to sweeten the cardshark and fleece her for information. They can feed back all they like, without a tongue and teeth — because that’s the terms of engagement, if Castillon ever deems them unsatisfactory.

Her elbow gently lifts out of their grasp. It’s bold, she’ll give them that. She usually rewards bravery. A coy smile, as she inquires: “What can I do for you, firebird?”