— altrxisme —
indie multifandom rp blog // dual oc muse // written by bourbon
25+ // nsft tagged // beta editor
blog roll: @xenjoyedthat
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— altrxisme —
indie multifandom rp blog // dual oc muse // written by bourbon
25+ // nsft tagged // beta editor
blog roll: @xenjoyedthat
info // verses // nav // thread-related nav perm. starter / plot call // spicy thread call
rules below
it is as if the ocean roars within her ────── rolling waves of pleasure crashing one into another, ecstasy like showers of salted mist erupting from every collision and rippling through her limbs...
a brow is raised at hearing her lover — still able to form a thought after that crashing wave of euphoria, suckling at soft skin to clean her of her arousal and perhaps stoke the embers back aflame. she lets hera smooth her hair before sitting up, a couple fingers continued where her tongue left of— between the elvhen's folds.
Game for later, maybe: he still laughs and gives a half-hearted swat at the tap to the sword, and it doesn't even come close to hitting. Though: he is, of course, entirely genuinely bewildered by the chiding. " Wot? "
—— because, honestly, drinking after someone is so commonplace for him that it's not even a thought to the contrary, but then he's not a delicate or particularly well-mannered sort. He doesn't think much on it, though, and just gives his head a swift little baffled shake, taking the bottle back as it's handed over.
And it's with a knowing smile that pulls, though, eyes narrowed at the corners as he tips the bottle neck his way in an pointed gesture. " An' that's the danger, " he chuckles, tilting the bottle to look at it; the bottle itself is mostly plain. " Fuck, I haven't had this in years. "
There's some fond memory in the words; he takes another deep swallow and then replaces the cork, though it's probably safe to say it'll be gone by nightfall. " Makes me wonder what's in th'rest of these crates. If they got imports from this far — hells, might be worth lookin'. "
" Lickin' mead off your hand like a child?? Seriously? " Bright blues eyes the bottle once more before looking over the crates up where Paerin was earlier. They can certainly sift through it to see if they could bring anything back to camp. There might be items they could exchange for coin or trade with for their journey.
Or, in his fellow half-elf's case— a reminder of home or a memento of their journey.
A thoughtful look crosses over the ranger's face as he made his way up, certainly looking forward to the search from the thought of finding anything and everything he can. Unlike the paladin, his climb up the loft was more quiet as he hefts himself up with nary a sweat.
" Well, c'mon now— My arms can only lift so many crates up here. " That isn't entirely true as he has some muscle from his traveling days and continued training with a bow. While his work in the Gate tended to keep him in the merchant halls, his other line of work kept him on his toes constantly.
" Y'reckon we'll find more spirits like yours? M'sure some of our companions will appreciate a good bottle or two. " Whether it'll be shared or not, however, is up for debate.
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alias / name : bourbon birthday : nov. 15 zodiac sign : scorpio height : 4' 11" hobbies : writing, watching movies, listening/watching video essays on yt, crocheting favourite colour : blue, purple, and red but in deep jewel tones <3 favourite book : honestly it's been ages since i've read a proper book ;;; last film / show : 10 Things I Hate About You, watched it for a film and literature class and i liked it c: last show I watched was Apothecary Diaries recent reads : The Taming Of The Shrew inspiration : lots of trends, specifically sound bites on tiktok, quotes, dance and fight vids on insta, and video analysis essays are where i get a lot of specific inspo from, generally speaking i pull a lot of stuff from what i've personally seen and heard as inspiration as well story behind url : w/o the 'x' it's altruisme which is norwegian for altruism, which ain't too far off in the first place. i went with norwegian bc jackson was originally norwegian-irish instead of irish-american and johanne was a genderbent version of him initially. i made the change to have the two as separate and co-existing muses the more i rped johanne, but the two still have somewhat similar themes of altruism which is where the url came from. i debated taking out the 'e' at the end but the url stuck so that's what we got fun fact about me : i sang a solo for my kindergarten graduation
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yeah, brigitte definitely doesn't need her father hearing about this. being here and being a part of overwatch already gives him enough anxiety, even if he knows she can handle herself. putting herself in all the more danger isn't necessarily going to sit well with him. he trusts her, but a father worries.
she hops on as instructed, and wraps her arms around johanne's waist. she takes a moment to get comfortable, fingers intertwining together to keep her grasp tight. "alright, let's get this baby going!"
it's always heartwarming to see torbjorn and brigitte interact, glad to see that they at least have a healthy relationship in comparison to most parent-child pairs in the group. it reminded her of her late father and her before she had been inducted into blackwatch— she was definitely too young to tag along his missions, but they managed occasionally.
"tap my side if it gets too fast for you." and with that, they were on their way.
the drive was nothing special to johanne as she did it often as a form of stress relief after intense missions, but she knew that it'd be different for the younger woman. the thrilling feeling of feeling the wind on your skin, the openness it offers compared to a typical vehicle with its four walls—
it's a thrill she never got tired of.
Someone else might have considered him nosy or rude for prying and asking for stories but that wasn't his intention. With only a few of his own to tell he enjoyed hearing others stories whether they were good or bad. When she sated his curiosity, Aksel listened intently.
" Then I would say it is a scar well earned. " - and a good tale to tell. His next words were said with a smirk on his lips. " How far into the dirt? I hope you used your foot to really push it in. "
He'd dealt with so many difficult customers over the years, there had been a few he would have liked to shove into the dirt but he bit his tongue and did his best to deliver on their requests. " I hope he tasted the dirt at least, I could think of one or two people I'd like to do that too. "
" I'm certain the taste of it is still in the back of his throat to this day. " There's a faint curl at the corner of her lips, a ghost of a chuckle dancing along. It isn't an everyday occurrence that she roughs up people like so, the only times she got some sort of satisfaction from it are from those deserving of such treatment.
In Aksel's case, he might not have the same luxury as her as it wouldn't look good for his business. At least for her, the capability of violence is a must and that's what she sells in a sense. " I do not doubt that for your side of things. " Johanne took a moment to contemplate her next words before offering them.
" — Anyone you have in mind that I could possibly run into? Unrelated to this conversation, of course. " The mercenary found the blacksmith's company to be pleasant and appreciates his services just as well. The thought of him being mistreated by anyone left a bad taste in her mouth and the urge to knock them unconscious.
am i procrastinating? 100% we've never gone over asl history until now and we gotta summarize it in a 5min-max video?
@holyguardian Aerith marching up to Jackson, completely skipping the line to hiss at him. "What the hell game is this?!" He knows what he did.
"Step aside, flower girl, I've got customers ta take care of first." His smile never dropped as he greeted the next person in line to take their order. The last heated verbal exchange they had happened in the middle of the street of all places and a not-so-safe-for-work scenario slipped into his mind that made him lose that bout immediately.
Lose the battle, win the war— as the say. It definitely felt that way with the fumed expression on Aerith's face.
There were a lot of thirst comments that came out of that audio he released yesterday. Jackson was actually a little surprised that she found out so quickly. Then again... it's what started this whole thing in the first place.
"Try not ta flatter yourself too much. It was good writing material."
His jaw clearly clenches beneath his mask, turning to face her and his mask disappears, "I don't want it to be easy, but I want you with me."
"So now you want me to come with you." She looked up from the papers in her hand, expression cool and relaxed, but there's a slight uptick on the corner of red-painted lips that showed her amusement. "Now, why is that? What's your reason?"
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"You could always come with me.."
"And give you easy access to me and my time? You're going to have to try harder than that, O'Hara."
ok ok so i think i have a bit of a clearer vision of Jo and Jackson's post-bg3 stuff bourbon pls your assignment LET ME GET THIS OUUUUUT
All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.
need to work on a video assignment but it's cool that i found some stuff for Jo's bg3 lore that actually kinda has her connected to Bhaal in a way so some cool Durge interactions with that! :D
it had all been stressful, from johanne being taken to the constant surprising appearances of orin, mocking him with her sing-songy voice of things he couldn't remember. and truth be told, he's not sure he wants to remember with all the little things he's remembered and been told. he sounded truly evil. something he struggles to comprehend. yes, there'd been voices urging him to commit horrendous acts, a blood lust that rears its ugly head when he sees blood spilt and a rage that burns hotter than the hells itself but he wasn't ... evil, right?
by the end of it all - the fight, the ressurection, the conversation with the strange skeleton -, he'd been just as exhausted as the aasimar. he'd passed out not long after she fell asleep, arm draped over her chest and leg hooked over hers, as if worried she'd slip away in the middle of the night and be gone come morning. thankfully that wasn't the case, waking up all through the night and checking she was still there, relieved each time she was. needless to say, he hadn't slept great. and he was barely asleep again when johanne finally rose.
the movement of his arm stirred him from his sleep slowly, but it was the nuzzle and hand on his cheek that truly woke him. somewhat. lips twitched into a smile as his head tilted, forehead bumping against hers gently, sleepily, eyes not yet open. nose then nuzzles against hers again, heavy limb of an arm reaching out blindly to wrap around her again. ❝ mm ... morning, dove. ❞
while there was still the threat of the netherbrain looming over them, johanne knew that they were all afforded some sort of rest before continuing forward. they all needed the time to recuperate and gather themselves, and for her it was laying in bed with drehyol who's had it the roughest in their little family.
finding out the reason for his urges had given her pause at first, having heard tales of the dread lord's reign in her and her father's birth home in the moonshae isles. the strife and violence he'd caused, killing the earthmother— the isles' very soul and the people's guide — done so he could claim the land as his own domain. the high king at the time managed to banish the god out of the isles but the lands' connection to the goddess had been severed completely.
but none of that was on drehyol's hands, however— letting herself be held by the dragonborn, grateful that he was returned anew somewhat— a sense of death still lingered on him, but not the way it once was. it was closer to that of her late father's deity, kelemvor. or perhaps it was older, seeing how they found withers in a temple of the final scribe.
" mm... i'm here. you need to rest a while, dear. " sins of the father be damned— his hands may be bloodied, but they've held so much love as well.