in my returning to this blog i am once again speaking it into the universe that the best way to start interacting with me is to send me a meme .-.
#PETITMORTES , independent , highly selective multi-muse roleplay blog. featuring muses from wrestling, house of the dragon, a song of ice and fire, interview with the vampire, and more ! minors do not interact. will contain triggering & sensitive topics, follow at your own behest. slaughtered by mowgli , 28 / cst / she+hers.
LINKS: carrd ( wip ) , pinterest ( also coming soon ) , meme tag . CREDITS: promo template from jessource . psd from pinkinnards . TO DO LIST: drafts [ 00 ] , inbox [ 00 ] , queued [ 00 ] .
current muses listed below the cut .
a song of ice and fire -
myranda royce , fc: charithra chandran.
desmera redwyne , fc: nicola coughlan.
val , fc: frida gustavsson.
ashara dayne , fc: priscilla quintana.
fire and blood -
helaena targaryen , fc: phia saban, morfydd clark.
alysanne blackwood , fc: emily bader.
johanna lannister - nee westerling , fc: laura berlin.
jeyne arryn , fc: gemma arterton.
final girls -
quincy carpenter , fc: kathryn newton.
critical role -
pike trickfoot , fc: emilia clarke.
percival de rolo , fc: maxence danet - fauvel.
vex'ahlia vessar , fc: bruna marquezine.
jester lavorre , fc: nyane lebajoa.
wrestling -
anna jay.
cora jade.
liv morgan.
tatum paxley.
* fandomless original characters, open to any verse:
charlotte 'lottie' o'hara , fc: sydney sweeney , about .
reverse meme call — like this post and i’ll comb through your meme tag and send a few your way <3
i will not reblog anymore memes, i will not reblog anymore memes.
Assorted memes of a suggestive and sexual nature, intended for the spicier type of interactions. Be mindful of your partners' boundaries! Change pronouns / etc. as needed, and feel free to combine the sentence prompts with the action and / or location prompts when sending if you want.
tw: strong sexual content , minors DO NOT interact with this meme at all!
❝ I just want to look at you like this for a moment. ❞
❝ Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? ❞
❝ Your heart is beating so fast. ❞
❝ Be gentle with me. Please. ❞
❝ I’ve never done this before. ❞
❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞
❝ Show me how to please you. ❞
❝ I want to give you everything tonight. ❞
❝ That feels so good ─ ❞
❝ Don’t stop ─ ❞
❝ You won’t break me. I promise. ❞
❝ I want your hands on me. ❞
❝ Make love to me. ❞
❝ I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me. ❞
❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞
❝ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. ❞
❝ There is no taste sweeter than yours. ❞
❝ Look at you, what a mess you are. ❞
❝ You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. ❞
❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞
❝ No one else can make me feel this way. ❞
❝ I am already yours. Now I want you to lay your claim. ❞
❝ Your body sings to me. ❞
❝ I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it. ❞
❝ I want to feel you come undone. ❞
❝ Shh. Quiet love. They’re going to hear you. ❞
❝ I want to feel your fire, even if it burns me. ❞
❝ You take me so well. ❞
❝ You look so beautiful like this. ❞
❝ I never knew I could feel this good. ❞
❝ God whispers to us in our pleasures. ❞
❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞
❝ Take me. I can’t bear this anymore, just take me. ❞
❝ You’re dripping already. ❞
❝ Good girl, take it all. ❞
❝ I’m going to fill you over and over again. ❞
❝ Harder, god, harder ─ ❞
❝ Did I say you could stop? ❞
❝ Show me how much you want it. ❞
❝ Give me your mouth. ❞
❝ Spread yourself for me. ❞
❝ I’m going to leave you aching in the morning. And then I’m going to take you again. ❞
❝ Louder. Don’t hold back on me. Let me hear your pleasure. ❞
❝ I want to hear my name on your lips and make you come. ❞
❝ Don’t come until I tell you to. ❞
❝ If you wanted soft and gentle, you’ve come to the wrong person. ❞
❝ I don’t want soft. I want to ache for you when you’re done. ❞
❝ I like the marks. They stay with me even when you must leave. ❞
❝ Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me. ❞
❝ They’ll all know your mine when they hear you screaming my name. ❞
❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞
❝ You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you. ❞
❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞
❝ I like it when you lose control, when I can feel how desperately you need me. ❞
❝ You’re my good girl, and my girl deserves the best of me. ❞
❝ Such a good boy, always eager to please. ❞
❝ You look like an angel; it’s only right that I fuck you until you see heaven. ❞
❝ Your body is my place of worship, and it’s time for me to say my prayers. ❞
❝ This is my favorite seat. ❞
❝ Watch me ride you. ❞
❝ Does he fuck you like this? ❞
❝ We shouldn’t be doing this. ❞
❝ I missed you beyond words. Every night I dreamt of you, of what it would be like to hold you again, and I’ll be damned if I let the chance slip through my fingers when you’re right here. ❞
❝ Why can’t I keep myself away from you? ❞
❝ This could be our last night together. I’m going to make it count. ❞
❝ Don’t bring emotions into this. This has always been about pleasure, nothing else. ❞
❝ We fuck. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. ❞
❝ I have no right to touch you, so why do you ask it of me when I know I am unworthy? ❞
❝ You should be mine. I don’t care what they say, you are mine. ❞
❝ You dare have the audacity to pretend like you’re not mine in front of them? We both know the truth; even now look how your body reacts to me. ❞
❝ Do you honestly think I could possibly want anyone else when this is what you do to me? ❞
❝ You’re mine. Only mine. ❞
❝ I want them to hear us. I want them to know you belong to me. ❞
❝ Claim me. Have me in a way that anyone who looks at me will see your passion written upon my skin. ❞
❝ You’re not mine. You could never be mine. Yet I want you anyway. I want you so badly that it burns me inside. ❞
❝ You’ve ruined me for all others. ❞
❝ I can’t stop myself from wanting you, no matter how much we both know we shouldn’t do this. ❞
❝ I don’t care if they see. Part of me wants them to. ❞
❝ You’re not good for me. So how can you make me feel something no one else can? ❞
❝ This is the last time, then never again. This has to stop. ❞
one muse gives the other oral
one muse rides the other
one muse grinds on the other
one muse takes the other from the front
one muse takes the other from behind
one muse takes the other anally
one muse holds the other down during rough sex
one muse pleasures the other with their hand
one muse sits on the other’s face
one muse controls the other’s movements by grabbing their hips
one muse ties up the other
one muse uses a toy on the other
our muses engage in edging or orgasm denial
one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms
our muses engage in sensory play (blindfolds, ice, etc.)
one muse shows the other a new position
one muse touches the other on the outside of their clothes
one muse dresses up to seduce the other
one muse undresses the other
one muse strips for the other
one muse (or both) pleasures themself for the other’s view
one muse leaves marks on the other
one muse watches the other have sex with a third party
our muses are being watched by a third party
our muses have a threesome
in a bed
on the floor
on a couch or chair
in a bath, shower, or pool
in a semi-public place
against a wall
on a table or counter
in the kitchen
outdoors
in a tent
on a rug in front of a fireplace
in a sacred place
in a stairwell
in a ruined building / castle
in a garden
by the ocean
in an inn / hotel
while traveling
in an office or conference room
in a dream
interview with the vampire (1994) sentence starters . . . i think.
@azmenka said : you fear too much. so much you make me fear.
there is an unnatural flicker in the violets of her eyes, a light that seems to drift from one pupil to the other as helaena shifts in her seat and casts her attention to maron properly, a cant of her head to the right, tendrils of silver blonde hair framing her face. a blank stare, blinking, as if she's looking right through him, as if he isn't even there, before pupils scatter and finally land on his features.
“you do not fear enough.”
she says softly, curling her hands into her lap, a slow, languid blink of eyelids as her brows furrow together. helaena was . . . accustomed to the idea of everyone else choosing to believe her words were little more than wind, wasted breath on false prophecy – wasn't that the cruel fate of the world? blessed with dreams of dragons . . . cursed to be the daughter none believed. until it was too late, until death had already wracked halls and strewn corpses high.
“krakens should not linger on land, lord greyjoy.” a breathy exhale as she shifts again in her seat, turning her head away to look out the open window. “you do not have the legs for it.”
*** added muses / changes !!
changes.
floris baratheon is now portrayed by poppy drayton.
helaena targaryen will now . . . sometimes . . . be portrayed by thea sofie loch naess. argue w/ a wall idc.
additions.
myranda royce , portrayed by charithra chandran.
desmera redwyne , portrayed by nicola coughlan.
alysanne blackwood , portrayed by marina moschen.
tyshara lannister , portrayed by michelle randolph.
@turpitudae did not ask for this but is getting it anyways
she lingers like smoke in the air – heavy, staining every surface with her until there is no escape; it was what he'd deserved, after all, to not know peace unless it was given by her hands. to not know the comfort of silence in his head unless she was offering it. what was affection if not akin to a parasite? eating you whole and leaving you littered with holes in the wake.
her hand coasts around his wrist, lithe fingers curling around muscle to pull him to a stop – to pull him into darkened corridor, dimly lit only by the faintest glow from a cracked door.
“ where's the fire, handsome? ” asked as if she didn't already know, as if she hadn't been the one to light it and step away just as innocent as the rest. liv had always been so, claimed innocent to the world around her while pulling strings behind a curtain – anything to get her way. damian was no different; no change in action to specifically seek him out, only a continuation of her descent into taking – always taking, any and everything that belonged to rhea, at any means necessary.
delicate blue hues shifted up his features, lingering on his lips – momentary, but poignant, an action meant to be noticed, before they land upon his eyes proper. “ how about a good luck kiss, hm? ”
𓉸ྀི interview with the vampire (1994) ; accepting .
@azmenka said : evil is a point of view. god kills indiscriminately, and so shall we.
the illustrious we. perhaps not a sticking point for others – a minute point not worth ruffling feathers over; but for sansa, always for sansa, did it barb and prickle. her nose wrinkles, distaste and discomfort present on the fine, porcelain features of her face as her gaze flickers up from her lap, where she'd been forcing herself to study the stitches in her gloves – forcing herself to not communicate nor involve herself in a conversation where her tongue would sooner get her into trouble than it would anything else.
she is meant to be a bastard here – she is meant to hold her tongue, and to not recognize maron greyjoy for his familiarity to his brother. alayne stone would not know him from any other ironborn, would not know that he held the same quirk of his lips as theon once had. surely, this, like all of other lord baelish's insistences, was a test; a consideration of how deep she was willing to sell his lies.
her distaste flickers away as quickly as it had presented, gone in an instant, replaced with a cool, uninterested glean as nimble gloved fingers tuck dyed black hair behind her ear.
“killing without thought or care makes you no better than a lannister, no better than cruelty reborn. the gods do as they will, that does not mean you should not hold yourself to a standard, lord greyjoy.”
cold, winter chill – held in her tone as tully blue eyes shift around the room, cursing petyr for leaving her to meet with the man; cursing theon for what he'd done to her home, cursing herself for the way her fingers flex within her gloves and then settle again into her lap. she wasn't arya, she was not strong – she had no fight within her, no capability for killing or death.
“your choices are yours alone, but do not think to act rashly within the vale, 'less you wish to find yourself at home within the skies. i hear the nightly winds oft cause men to consider jumping to save themselves the remainder of their sentences.”
reverse meme call — like this post and i’ll comb through your meme tag and send a few your way <3
Lotte Verbeek as Giulia Farnese in The Borgias 2.01 The Borgia Bull