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"Some people think it's black magic," he clarifies with a chuckle. He's not entirely sure what the doctrines of Miranda's religion are- there are so many cults and fringe churches these days and one can hardly track which ones believe what. (God bless America, he supposes.)
He watches her as she looks over the painting. Her expression softens ever so slightly and the Duke has to hold back a satisfied smirk. So you do have a heart, somewhere, that can be touched.
"I offer readings to everyone after a certain point of knowing them," he explains. "What can I say, I'm a water sign...I like to have an air of mysticism about me."
He looks at the painting himself, for a moment. He's seen a lot of it lately, but something about the lighting in this room makes it seem different.
"The artist is from Portland, and she's quite talented. Obviously. She's working on all of the major arcana- this is only the third of the set."
The response to his dig at Gil makes him snort.
"Is he?" he asks, with an amused glint in his eye. "That's news to me!"
And then she says the magic words- it's been months. This is his way in.
"I'd be happy to indulge you, if you'd like one." He reaches into his coat pocket for a deck of cards. "Perhaps one for the baby. If you're curious, at all."
He tells her he doesn't know who to share the tarot cards with, and she spares him a silent, cold gaze. On principle, she does not trust him. For one, her life had been ripped asunder not so very long ago by men, and all for no reason - barring the bloody murder of Ugolino, a man that all those grey-faced men would never have lasted two minutes alone with head to head, as she did. They should all thank her for dealing with him. Instead they wheeled out his weeping friends who'd all tried to appeal to her for confession, and she had stared at them, so hard that she'd looked right through flesh and brain and bone.
Secondly, he is a friend of her newly remarried husband - the soon-to-be father of her child. As a matter of fact, she wants to sneer at him that he is not the first man to approach her with a conspiratorial side-eye. But the rancour dies an early death: he's the second, and the first was of the very finest calibre. It doesn't do to share that - he'd only get ideas. More of them, anyway.
Because ideas? He's gotten. Her eyes lock with the painting, and she relaxes into the beauty of it, like a bath. It's cooling to her mind, and she appreciates that - what with the pregnancy, she more often feels like some helpless sow in oppressive heat. Or, a sow in heat. It varies daily. Her head tilts, appraising the Priestess' form, the doom it inspires. Yes. That's just like Miranda, actually, with pale eyes and nebulously religious, suggesting just enough to fill the cracks in a person's soul, confirming as little as it takes to be the answer to any question, the missing piece of any puzzle. Oh, she'd loved that about the other. Once.
One hand comes to rest on her swollen belly, as if she could press the art to her unborn child's eyes. This, she thinks and feels that the baby can hear her, this is beauty. We'll study it together. His words are lost on her for a moment, because she's drinking in everything beautiful and hoping to God or whatever listens that this child has her taste, and not Gil's. But then she turns.
"You offered a reading... to Gilbert?" She couldn't have been more shocked than if he said he'd offered to wax the man sleek, lip to anus. Or to do him up in drag. Both of which, actually, Gil would be more likely to do.
One small sadistic smile curls onto her face, though she schools the presence of it well. Her eyes sparkle with venomous delight, and the dismissive little eye-roll is a cherry on-top. Her smile evens out to that cold, imperial expression she's worn like a veil for years now. Her eyes are newly appraising him.
"And he's usually so cultured." She murmurs. It's the sort of joke that walks the line between lip-service to her husband - if one squints its very nearly an apology on his behalf, the way a gentle wife might do. In reality, it is a barb. He's an idiot, and she loathes him. If 'The Duke' enjoys that, then good. And if not, he can pacify himself with the former. "This is beautiful." She admits, finally, eyes pulled back to the gravity of the painting. "It's been months since I've had a reading." One one hand, there sat Miranda, plucking cards and advising her to kill what ought to die. On the other, perhaps the Duke, making merry with life.
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I said I was never gonna do it but entirely because of morgan's modern au I'm giving the Duke a human verse. here are the details.
not quite as big mclarge-huge as canon duke. (stands at a mere 6'5" and a paltry 400 pounds. )
traffics in all kinds of illegal goods and is intimately involved in money laundering for organised crime.
does not, as I may have said before at some point, own a restaurant. I think he owned a restaurant in the mafia AU but he doesn't in this one....this time it's an art gallery.
despite having no fae ancestry and not being a true honest to god alchemist he is still decidedly very witchy. he's got an altar and a cauldron and crystals and if you let him he'll whip out the tarot cards or read your tea leaves. what can I say he's a water sign, he's intuitive.
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@dimitresca
"I never know whether or not I can bring up the tarot cards to some people."
The Duke has a new piece to show Alcina- a portrait of a woman holding a scroll, reading a religious rite to an unseen audience with two roman columns behind her and a halo of sunlight. An artistic riff on the High Priestess from the original Rider-Waite deck- naturally he thought of Alcina.
He's been stubbornly trying to befriend her, because the church is just as much a con as the Duke's business, and he reckons con artists ought to stick together. One of the few things he's learned about her so far is that she's quite the aesthete. Thus, the painting.
"You know, I offered your husband a reading. He ...respectfully declined." The slight eye-roll conveys the fact that's code for 'he said he thinks Tarot cards are for fruits'.
#( human au )#( m: the humble merchant )#dimitresca#even when he isn't a fey creature he's still a bit witchy
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the thing about the Duke is sometimes I'm like he's unknowable he's a cryptid he's disconnected from society. but then other times I go wouldn't it be funny if he they invited him to go on hot ones
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❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. // the duke !
Horror Starters | Accepting
Ethan's as blunt as ever. His straightforward statement makes the Duke laugh for a second, which causes the carriage to rattle even more than it already was. The Duke is at the reins at the moment, snow whipping around his face as it rolls steadily forward up the dirt road. Every so often a snowflake lands on his cheek and melts as soon as it does.
"Well, your mistake was coming during the off-season," he jokes. "If you'd been a few months earlier...summers in the Carpathians are actually quite nice."
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&. 𝐡𝐨����𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various non - halloween themed dialogue prompts for all your slashers, final girls, and other horrors beyond your comprehension. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to edit as you seem fit. )
❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜
❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜
❛ i want to see your true face. ❜
❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜
❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜
❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜
❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜
❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜
❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜
❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜
❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜
❛ there you are, my darling! ❜
❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜
❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜
❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜
❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜
❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜
❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜
❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜
❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜
❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜
❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜
❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜
❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜
❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜
❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜
❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜
❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜
❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜
❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜
❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜
❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜
❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜
❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜
❛ are you… smelling me? ❜
❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜
❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜
❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜
❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜
❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜
❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜
❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜
❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜
❛ no one is coming for you. ❜
❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜
❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜
❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜
❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜
❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜
❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜
❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜
❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜
❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜
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a love language
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watching baby reindeer and I am considering changing Barney's fc
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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? )
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The Duke and Alcina are for sure smoking today
they are blitzed, listening to Gymnopédies and Gnossiennes on the gramophone, and making catty comments about which classic figure from history or literature would have had the nicest tasting blood.
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⏎ This user is a MULTI-VERSE player that *welcomes* duplicates of the same canon muses, while NOT abandoning other partners; because chemistry & muns add different spices to the same duplicate!!
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" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. " cassandra @ the duke
Blood Starters | Accepting
The Duke lets out a short, bemused chuckle as he dabs at his brow with an increasingly reddened handkerchief. Not that it'll do much good in his current state- great patches of his suit are thoroughly splattered with the stuff.
"Agree to disagree, Miss Cassandra," he says, with all the composure he can still muster. "I understand that bloodshed is quite de rigeur in House Dimitrescu, but I rather dislike getting my hands dirty."
He half-heartedly shoves the handkerchief into his pocket and heaves a sigh. He raises an arm, squinting at his sleeve, appraising the extent of the bloodstains.
"I shudder to imagine the cleaning bill," he mutters to himself.
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Send 🎵 for my muse to sing to yours!
Whether it be a confrontation, a serenade, or a lullaby, my muse will sing to yours no matter who they are!
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BIG , LONG GORE / HORROR PROMPT MEME — send 🩸 for a randomly generated gory prompt OR pick a number for a prompt ! all prompts under the cut cuz the list gets a bit long !
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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.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" 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
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Palestine Will Be Free / Palestina Será Libre by Shreya Delgado-Shah
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