@fiammafiorani / fiammafiorani.tumblr.com
Hello and welcome. My name is Juniper and I am happy to be back to rp’ing after three years. I am delighted to meet you. Before interacting please read my carrd for rules, as well as information about muse and mun.
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NEON MOON NIGHT
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bold : always applies • italics : sometimes applies or partner specific • bold + italics : favorite • strike : never applies • no emphasis : neutral .
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tagged by @hallucineugenics
(This is strictly going by what she would be into within a dalliance that had no other motive than s*x. What she is willing to do while she has ulterior motives is very different from what she’s just purely into. Bolded with a line is a hard-limit item that she would not be down for even if she was being manipulative.)
I𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 / 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂 • submissive • dominant • prefers to top • prefers to bottom • likes to switch • heterosexual • gay • lesbian • bisexual • asexual • pansexual • demisexual • enjoys sex with men • enjoys sex with women • enjoys sex with genderfluid , agender , demigender , or nonbinary individuals • enjoys sex with all genders regardless of identity • enjoys sex with multiple people at a time • initiates • waits for partner to initiate • spits • swallows • morning sex • night sex • sex any time • no sex drive • low sex drive • average sex drive • high sex drive • fluctuating sex drive •
𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 && 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 • slender build • medium build • athletic build • muscular build • curvy build • voluptuous • chubby build • wears boxers • wears boxer briefs • wears lingerie • goes commando • shaves • trims • waxes • does not shave • cup size a - c • cup size d - f • 1 - 5 ” in length • between 5 - 6 " in length • 6 - 9 ” in length • 10 ” or over in length • (other)
𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂 • silent • quiet • loud • grows in volume over time • bites hand • bites partner • bites pillow to muffle self • calls out partners name • curses • fakes • exaggerates • prefers a quiet partner • prefers a loud partner • prefers a partner who grows in volume over time • no volume preference • turned on by dirty talk • turned off by dirty talk •
NEON MOON NIGHT
@fiammafiorani sent: “I am absolutely promiscuous, sure. Delighted to be. If I want something, I take it shamelessly.” Fiamma cocked her head to the side, observing the other woman before rising from the antique chair. Her approach is slow. "You put on a great act,“ voice low, breathy, the subtle acidic sting of venom coats her words, "but I know you. I know some of the thoughts that slink through your head in the night. Seen them as though they were my own… ” A spool of muted red thread skitters across the wooden floor as she kicks it out of her path. "You live dishonestly with yourself, which is worse than lying to others… Your pearl clutching is not out of some bizarre sense of moral superiority, it’s fear of rejection. That no one would want you in all your monstrosity. You are a coward, a hypocrite,“ She stops just short of the other, staring up at her through the veil, "and a fool.”
Upset my muse! Say something to hit a nerve! Insult their loved ones!! Nothing’s off limits!! // Accepting
The slap rang out hollow in the open emptiness of the sitting room. A crack of skin on skin, Fiamma’s cheek reddening in the aftermath. Donna did not want to hit her, she had no choice, her trembling fingers flexing on themselves to work out the sting.
“Be silent.”
Donna hissed through grit teeth, free hand gripping Fiamma roughly about the jaw and squeezing the supple skin. The tone of her voice strained as if she were a snapping dog.
“You know nothing of me. You are a guest in this home and yet you insult me. I think my generosity has run its course.”
With a strength her meatless frame ought to not possess, Donna threw Fiamma to the ground, her veil billowing wildly in the effort.
“Run, Vittoria. Run as fast as you can. There is NO escape to be found here.”
Fiamma landed hard upon her hands and knees. She remain there, momentarily stunned, before twisting over to look up from her position on the wooden floor at the woman looming above her. One hand propped her up as the other pressed against her cheek. It would bruise or welt, but the bone was not broken. Though that should not be surprising because it felt like throwing her required effort.
It was then that Fiamma realized that Do- Beneviento did not have an inhuman amount of strength. She could be physically overpowered. The only things that held Fiamma back from her escape were the dolls and the sentient house.
On that topic- as if she would run into the mildewed horror of the house. Likely it had only remained still because it believed that Beneviento had the situation under control. The slap had temporarily warded away anything else from happening- for the moment.
Stay down, she convinced herself. The only reason to stand was to run or to fight. Running would put her at the mercy of this eldritch nightmare of an estate and fighting would anger the structure into action. If Beneviento chose to strike her again she'd take it over whatever the house could conjure up.
Beneviento was easier to reason with than the house, which was not saying much.
"Guest?" Fiamma resisted the anger that knotted and burned at her back. Her dark brows furrowed as she looked up at her in a look of pleading and frustration. It was equal parts contrived and genuine.
"You got me from Rednic. I doubt she let me go because you handed her a pretty floral invite card with my name on it. Whatever you paid her, it was an investment. In what? What do you want from me? If you don't tell me I can't give it to you." And the woman had made no effort to take anything from her other than the eye: not blood, not flesh, not life.
"What do you want?"
NEON MOON NIGHT
Temple is such an aesthetically pleasing nightclub
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
NSFW Drabble Meme for @hallucineugenics
((I blame you, lol)) ((Takes place in our verse in which Donna has gone madder than usual and acquired someone (Fiamma) that she has put a portion of her cadou in. TWs in the tags. )) _______________________________________________________________ It had taken embarrassingly long to determine what purpose the doll within her room served. Yes, Beneviento adored dolls. An army of them littered the shelves and counters within the estate. Not all of them moved or had limited sentience, and certainly, there was only one Angie. The hiding places within her room, as clever as they had been…as informed by her brief stint in juvenile lock-up and creative as they were- her hand-crafted contraband was always discovered. Removed. Destroyed. On occasion the vampiress (?) chose to make no mention of her discovery. Fiamma was not always so fortunate. Like a zoo animal testing the limits of her enclosure, she experimented with the extent of Beneviento’s knowledge. Scissors hidden here, a fork there, an explicitly lewd drawing of avvocato De Marin who had successfully convicted her of shoplifting all those years back… Beneviento had been less than thrilled with the last item on the list. A prudish vampiress; this place was full of surprises.
