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I'm working through some homework, but might hop on later tonight and/or this week. Feel free to smash the heart for a starter or hit up IMs for plotting.

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Isabelle raises an eyebrow when he inquires if she's seen Zeus.

"I don't make it a habit of keeping track of him," She shrugs. "I haven't really heard much of anything lately."

He can't help it. He's still a god. The praise that he can and could do something better than his brother brought a bit of a smile to his usually cold features. For a brief moment, Hades is like a peacock -- very proud and thankful for his kid's comment.

"Speaking of my brother..."

Hades is trying to be better at this whole family thing. "Have you seen him recently?"

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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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Isabelle scoffs in response. Is he assuming she's fragile or something?

The brunette keeps a healthy distance away from him. He may be charming now but that doesn't mean he won't do anything to her.

"And why should I trust you? Because you went out of your way to be a gentleman about making a mess?" She raises an eyebrow.

Her green hues catch his smirk, and she can't help but feel more annoyed than anything. "What's your name?" She counters.

She's not as fazed by the blood, given her upbringing. Granted, how it got there and the way it's around his mouth are different from what she's used to seeing.

"Well it was either that or ya get scared seeing the mess down there" Remmick shrugged not caring that his mouth and the front of his clothes were covered in blood from his meals - blue eyes watching her with a small title of his head. Part of him was curious why she wasn't freaking out, more so this just seemed like a buzz kill in way or maybe it just didn't phase her as much as it did other people. He held out his hand once more "Now I can take ya back onto the ground nicely, or ya can find a way to climb"

Remmick smirked a bit "Didn't catch ya name either by the way, I would walk ya home but I'm not all that presentable at the moment" His free hand gestured to the blood on his clothes, though not like he cared much - but keeping people from seeing him like this would help keep people out of his bussiness

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this semester is gonna have me questioning life cuz i do not like cells. not even a little. end me

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Isabelle is still cautious about him. She doesn't expect him to pluck her off the street and jump up onto a rooftop. She yelps when her feet leave the ground, her heart pounding in her chest by the time she feels them back beneath her.

She doesn't even get a word in before he disappears down into the alley once more. She attempts not to listen, but it's practically impossible. She's almost thankful she can't watch since it's so dark beneath her.

When he finally returns, she nearly jumps.

"Fucking hell," she huffs, "You know it's not very polite to just whisk people onto a roof?" As if there aren't more important things at hand.

"Either that or go and hide and don't come out till I say so - I'm try'in to be nice here" Remmick commented bluntly, and while his eyes were on her, the vampire was listening for the friends of the man he just drained and turned - they were getting closer now. Without waiting for her answer, he was quick to scoop her up into his arms and effortlessly pushed into the air before landing on the roof of one of the building the alleyway sat between

"I'll fetcha in a second, gotta clean up my mess at least" Remmick grinned stepping onto the edge and falling backwards just as the newly turned vampire attacked his friends who walked towards him not thinking anything of it. Remmick pinned down one of them that tried to run and tore his throat before sinking his teeth into him, while the newly turned vampire finished his first meal and attacked the last drunk.

Remmick stood up watching before moving to grab a broken piece of wood that looked like it had been a busted bat broken at the bottom. He drove it into the newly turned vampire's chest and then did the same to his dead friends quickly. By the time the sun came up, they would be burnt given the alleyway was within range of the first sunlight. He pushed back up into the air and onto the roof he had left Isabella on

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Isabelle raises an eyebrow, shifting her weight slightly. She sees the drool accumulating around the man's mouth.

Her eyes move to Remmick's bloodied hand. She's skeptical she can trust him not to do anything to her. After all, she'd just caught him doing whatever it is he was doing over here. She's always heard of vampires. They're a cliche at this point.

"I'm just supposed to take your word?"

"You could say that I reckon - don't worry darlin, he ain't gonna hurt ya or bite much....unless ya want him to or me" Remmick smirked a bit before his eyes went to the man's friends who were close, the newly turned man started to drool matching the hunger in his eyes - as remmick held out a hand, bloodied one at that towards Isabella "if ya don't wanna be around for this, best you come with me" he hummed. Sure he was in control of the newly turned vampire, he'd let him have his fun but he didn't see a point in keeping him around

As much of a monster and killer as remmick was, it was better she not get caught up in him handling this - better she be a safe height for the time being until he was finished, which it wouldn't take long

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@xmultimusesx continued from x.

Isabelle's green hues move from Remmick to the other, watching as he twitches. The brunette takes a cautious step back, the wiring in her brain registering the predator before her.

"Yeah, he looks great," She responds sarcastically. "You two best mates now, then?"

She can hear the chatter and intoxicated joy of the patrons at the bar just out of the alley across the street. They're completely oblivious that their friend who came over here to probably relieve himself has just had one hell of an experience.

Her heart picks up pace just a little as she catches the look of pure hunger in the other man's eyes. It makes every atom in her scream RUN but she remains still.

She did not sign up for this kind of night. And she is not in the mood to deal with it either.

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She can't stand how much he teases her. It makes her body ache for him in ways she isn't sure anyone else has.

His praise makes her core ache in response. His kisses feel like electricity on her skin. He practically has her wrapped around his pinky. To think that this had all just started as some casual hook up one night... She would've never thought she'd still be with him after all this time.

He smirked against her skin, nipping at her pulse point, before pressing his lips to it to leave a mark. If anyone had ever told him before that getting called Daddy during sex would make him feel... this.

But Isabella just had a hold on him like nobody else. "Good girl," he breathed into her ear, before trailing kisses down her chest, down her stomach, along her inner thigh, and settling back in between her legs.

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Isabelle whines as he continues to lazily work her with his fingers.

She feels a chill shoot down her spine when he bends down to kiss her collarbone. Her hips move in response, her body begging for more. "Please, Daddy," She begs softly.

He blinks slowly, and doesn't go back to what he was doing, though his fingers are still moving lazily in and out of her.

"Then what...?" He asked, licking his lips and leaning down over her, brushing them against her collarbone. "I want to hear you say that again," he whispers. "C'mon Izzy... You know you want to..."

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She curses beneath her breath as he teases her and flicks his thumb against her clit. Her free hand curls tightly into the sheets as she resists pulling on his hair.

"I swear if you don't shut up," She gasps, but she'd be lying if she said he wasn't working her up more.

A cat-like grin blossomed on his face, and he pushed himself up on one hand, the other one still moving against her in slow, lazy moments.

"I think I just misheard you, Miss Purefoy," he purrs. "Did you just call me... Daddy?" A flick of his thumb against her clit as if to stress the word. He had to admit, the word had sent a shiver down his back, and the fact that she seemed instantly embarrassed by having it slip out... Even more interesting.

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@scriptorxfabularum asked:

He stilled between her legs, her hand still in his hair, and glanced up at her. His fingers were still inside her, but moved more slowly, as though he had lost some focus. "I'm sorry, what did you just call me?"

Isabelle's breath hitches when he suddenly stills. His question makes her cheeks heat to the point she's almost certain he can see she's red.

Her hips beg to move as he brushes against one of her sweet spots, and it's maddening.

"Please don't stop," She begs softly.

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With a subtle snap of her fingers, the mess of the wine and the goblet disappears. It's almost as if it never happened. She glances at the throne when he focuses on it for a moment, and she leans back in her seat a little. The legacy left to her is a bittersweet one. She'd taken years to properly bond with her father. And there had been spats between them in the meantime, some of which she knows her father still regretted when she'd finally taken the throne.

"You think I, of all people, would judge you for admitting you can't be down here?" She asks, her voice cracking slightly, "Nothing in life will ever come easy to any of us. We had to accept that pretty early on." She reminds him, "You have your limits just like anyone else, Devlin. It's not weak or stupid. You're not less because you had to make sacrifices no one else will ever completely understand."

"I'll admit, I was angry with you and father for a while... It was difficult, those years without you. Especially the first few. And when I discovered the truth, I was furious because I couldn't fathom how either of you could leave me to that darkness that was life without you... And then father wanted me to be heir. All I ever wanted was for us to be normal kids with a normal family... And here I was being handed a crown, a throne, and an indefinite lifespan. And he made me promise to tell none of you what would likely happen when I took them. And I was angry with him for that, too."

Isabelle looks at her siblings, "None of us are perfect. But we're family... And that should count for something. Even if we don't do things that normal families do."

Devlin exhales through his nose, slow and sharp, like he's forcing back a dozen words that wouldn't help. His fingers twitch on the goblet, then drop it altogether. It clinks as it hits the obsidian floor, wine pooling like blood.

He doesn’t look at her right away. He stares off instead at the shadows shifting along the far walls, at the throne their father used to sit in, now hers. Then finally, he meets her eyes.

“I didn’t come down here for dinner,” he says, voice rough. “I came because you asked.”

A second stretched on. “And because I missed you.” The words sound raw coming out, like he’s scraping them from somewhere he doesn’t let people see. His jaw tics, and he shrugs once, helpless.

“You’re the only reason I ever come back. But it’s not easy, Izzy. It never will be. Everything down here reminds me of what I lost. Of what I had to become just to survive it.”

He rakes a hand through his hair. “I didn’t say no because I didn’t want to disappoint you. I thought I could hold it together this time.” A bitter smile flickers, then dies. “Guess I was wrong.”

His shoulders slump as the anger drains from him, leaving something quieter, wearier. “I don’t know if we’re meant to be the kind of family that has dinners either. But I still want to try. Even if I screw it up.”

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Headcanons from the old days that still make sense for my hellspawn (Isabelle Elizabeth Jade Purefoy):

Isabelle has a keen sense of non-humans and kindred spirits. She's always been drawn to darkness and the supernatural, especially those similar to her.

Isabelle is protective of most children, and while she has a deep desire to be a mother, she is insecure about passing on undesirable traits from her mother's bloodline.

She grew up learning how to play instruments such as the violin and piano, but it isn't something she often does anymore.

She used to experience what she thought were visual and auditory hallucinations in moments of high stress during her formative years as a teenager.

She has small dog syndrome, but can actually hold herself decently in a fight. She's actually been known to break bones and even murder people.

She'll shit talk even if she's losing a fight. She will die shit talking if she can.

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"Is that why you smell like that all the time?"

"It's a dead thing it will smell rank."

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Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter —covered in blood and feral

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"You could've at least cleaned it up first... You ruined my hair."

@tmvoldemort

Isa still remembers that "crown" her husband gave her :D