madamargot

[madamargot]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

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" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[madamargot]

missing margot a little....

[madamargot]

18 + a kiss on the throat — @gambl4r

a soft hum, disappointed yet no less amused, seemed to echo throughout the now - empty room — save for margot and sevika; the latter having fallen heavily into the seat at the tables head, features set with her irritation at the remaining chembarons and their infuriating inability to come together for the good of zaun. from her position slouched languidly in her own seat, margot can see the way her jaw shifts with the harsh grinding of teeth and it only proves to feed her mirth.

another meeting, the same outcome. snide jabs, petty squabbling, loathing words and goading remarks spit from each attendee, all intent on having the last jab. work together, sevika insisted. they don't know how we fight, she'd claimed. we can win, she'd resolved: but none of them wanted to win. not for zaun itself: but their own gain. unless they were perched upon the throne of the city of iron and glass, it could burn — lest their assistance mistakenly aid in another taking what was rightfully margot's theirs. it was laughable, really: how she believed her words had the potential to sway them into an alliance of any degree. as long as that spot remained open they'd sooner chew off their own limbs than work together.

" it won't work. " margot's voice cuts through the silence after the scuffling of boots grew silent, her girls sent out to ensure the other nosy fools left. raising from her seat, the light pad of her boots cuts through the quiet as she strides over to sevika. her grin is a twisted mix of mischievous and sultry, and once she's stood in front of her, dismissive of her clearly irked state, a gloved hand extends to push firmly against a broad shoulder. she leaves no time for complaint before she's invading personal space and sliding into her lap once her back hits solid wood.

" the last thing they'll ever do — " margot breathes out, settling heavily onto strong thighs now situated between her own. she speaks as though she isn't one of them — as though she isn't vying for the very same seat they were. she doesn't see herself as one of them because she regards herself as better. above them. despite how she stoops to identical lows.

one arm rests heavily over sevika's shoulder, fingers loosely fiddling with tied hair, while the hand of the other cradles her jaw. thumb planted beneath her chin, she pushes up softly — just enough to tilt her head slightly back — before her face dips into the empty space. " — is work with each other. " lips whispering against the expanse of skin, margot presses a lingering kiss to her throat, smirking in her delight when she retreats to gaze at the almost black stain left from her painted lips. " i'm surprised you still try. "

[madamargot]

finally getting around to some stuff here n now i'm thinking abt margot stuck in stillwater

[madamargot]

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[madamargot]

spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

[madamargot]

LAP PROMPTS — [ INTIMIDATION ] : @gaevaer ; zaun!cait

margot hoped she'd seen the last of caitlin.

with silco's death, she'd disappeared entirely — there was no word in the fissures about what became of her fate, but all assumed she'd simply died alongside him. with both out of the picture, a vicious battle for zaun's throne ensued. one that was looking all the more likely to fall in favour of the chembaroness when the others started dropping like flies.

all her luck seemed to disappear with the feeling of cool, sharp metal digging into the ender flesh of her throat. the woman appeared in her lap before margot even knew she was present, but the threat of a carved throat does little to silence her typical remarks. " you aren't dead. " stated factually, bored tone laced with disappointment at the revelation. pink eyes stare, unflinching, into caitlin's striking eyes — despite the unsavoury situation, margot still believed she could talk her way out of it. just like she always did. " you don't want to kill me, caitlin. " there was no need for fear just yet.

[madamargot]

[madamargot]

n e whore rattling can consider this a ship call bc i wanna maybe explore some for margot. a loose ship call tho bc?? i don't think she can feel love in the typical sense, you know? obsessive and sadistic over genuine and tender sort of thing. like or jst hmu, whatever !!! <3

[madamargot]

LAP PROMPTS — [ STRADDLE ] : @forzaun ; for dee!

margot loathed meetings with the chembarons.

they were painfully lengthy, mind - numbingly tedious, and dreadfully boring. she knew they were a necessity to ensure toes were not stepped on and lines were not crossed, but it didn't make them any more enjoyable; laden with argumentative babbling, snide remarks, and each of them blowing rancid smoke up their own asses — which margot will admit she partakes in all of the above, but that's because she was better than them all. she had the right to brag and demean and goad.

the latest had been like all others before, as it would be all others after. now, hiding in her sumptuous office — a pretentious, not - so - subtle display of accumulated wealth — her head tilted back to rest on the plush leather of an excessively lavish loveseat. the door creaks open, displeasure at being disturbed resulting in grit teeth and an irritated huff. she'd instructed her women not to let anybody in. those wretched meetings left her requiring time to recuperate from the inevitable headache she routinely acquired. as pink eyes snap open, ready to bite, she's met with the matriarch of entertainment herself.

" well hello, darling. " low and pleased, the flare of her temper diminishes as gloved hands settled atop a curved waist once dee wastes no time in situating herself in margot's lap. touch heavy and wandering, she drags her hands up to settle them beneath the curve of the others breasts, thumbs absentmindedly caressing them over the irksome barrier of her clothes. simultaneously leaning forward to press a lingering kiss against her throat, the question is uttered with an impish, teasing amusement. " to what do i owe the pleasure? " as though their after - meeting rendezvous were not common practice by now.

[madamargot]

margot's the type to start doing oddly domestic, yet still intimate, things after she's done w fucking. first thing that comes to mind is smthn like grabbing a pair of tweezers and plucking their eyebrows bc 'you really walk around w them looking like this?' not out of the kindness of her heart, but bc she likes having control over people - however subtle the way she does it is. n practically sitting on someones stomach, looming over them while they lay beneath her, to do smthn incredibly close to their eyes?? having power, if only fleeting, over their appearance? even if it isn't something obvious, she's still left some mark of herself on them.

PLUS she enjoys watching people flinch when she does it a little too harshly, or tugs out a few too many hairs at the same time. a sadist to her core

[madamargot]

prompted by this ... you should already know i love everything you do and the energy + effort + sex appeal you bring into every arcane muse you touch is frankly obscene. in my head margot went from "ooh damn who is she..." to me openly vibrating with need whenever she's on my dash and that's all YOUR POWER 😮‍💨 way to flesh out characters i'm so fr bravo

king i am literally giving you the biggest, sloppiest forehead kiss right now THANKYOU MY BELOVED

[madamargot]

perfect portrayal given what we were given. no notes as leaves no crumbs. mwah.

RAHHHH I JST SAW THIS MMMWAH MWAH THANK U ML <3

[madamargot]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[madamargot]

trying to write up a little smthn for margot's past/how she came to be but i've used all my allotted amount of functional brain power for the day

[madamargot]

" you're in the same league of freaky looking as smeech. " sculpted brows furrow, curious. " perhaps a little less . . . rodent-y. "

[madamargot]

she's sooooo 😩