*SELFMADE / MALICIOUS

“although his appearance would greatly approve after that ordeal,” amira comments. her green eyes shoot daggers at the stranger that bumped into vera. the stranger flinched visibly and back away from the two monsters. her attention turns back to vera. 

“he’s not worth it. come on, you can go again.” 

          ❝   NO  SHIT.  ❞   she  would  reply  quickly  as  she  practically  snapped  the  cue  in  her  hand.  she  would  glance  down  at  the  shattered  wood  before  scoffing,  throwing  it  to  her  feet. 

          ❝   piece  of  shit.  you’d  think  they  would  get  some  good  QUALITY  wood.  ❞   she  brushed  her  hands  together  as  she  moved  to  get  another.  well  manicured  hands  would  grab  the  chalk,  rubbing  the  top  of  the  cue  almost  AGGRESSIVELY  while  staring  down  her  mortal  enemy  for  the  night. 

aka, things i’ve always wanted to ask people / have people ask me. please remember to repost rather than reblog!  happy munday ~ !!

what types of genres do you gravitate towards ? i absolutely adore things that are make me think hard about how my character would react. things such as sudden events or angst. hell, anything thats a challenge and can greet me with some amazing character interactions. as long as our character’s bond and grow closer due to the thread, then i feel like that was a success

what types of genres do you gravitate away from ? mundane and repetitive genres. ones that can be interesting if twisted or changed, but in their base form are pretty overdone and boring. such as coffee shop, tattoo and florist, soul mates. while they can be interesting if you add a seperate twist, if they are stand alone i find that they are repetitive and don’t really add too much to character’s relationships. 

what types of characters do you most often play / enjoy ?    complex characters. characters that act one way and have a thought process that is absolutely begging to be dug through and applied. i’ve played characters like vera from monster prom and taako from the adventure zone. characters that seem as if they are very 2D and have their motivations and desires on their sleeve when actually it is the opposite.

what types of characters do you seldom play ?   shy, always nice, disney princess-y characters.

any pairing tropes you particularly enjoy ? fuckin love me some good ole size difference ships and friends to lovers. enemies to friends to lovers??? also very good. 

any platonic tropes you particularly enjoy ?   those that are practically siblings, they are just that close. they watch over each other and just --- screech. 

any antagonistic tropes you particularly enjoy ?   give all of them to me. 

what are your preferred thread types ?   i adore para! the more that i can describe my character’s feelings and surrounds, the better! i love getting descriptive, so i love being in a position where that is seen as welcome!

what are your favorite types of interactions ?   i adore ones that force vera out of her comfort zone, or -- the comfort zone that i have in playing her. i’m very used to playing her in a position of power cause that is where she places herself. when the dynamic is flipped or exchanged, then it’s very fun to attempt to adapt her personality to a different power position. 

what’s on your wishlist ?  what sorts of threads / plots / relationships are you craving right now ?  wishlist? oh goodness, i’d love to dig into some of vera’s past to be honest! or, at least have someone there to be able to have her either tell them, or have them find out and confront her with it. 

      Miri had wandered the halls for a bit, searching for evidence of where Vera was. Not much, only signs of the hunter, who Miri resolutely knew to avoid. She wasn’t going to get into a fight before she knew where Vera was, after all. Passing through a few doors, trying to find the gorgon, until-

      The sound of crashing entered Miranda’s earfins, and she knew a hunter wouldn’t be so clueless as to completely give away his position like that, and Miri knew that, if she followed the sound, she would find Vera. Clutching her supplies close to her body, gripping onto her heavier jacket, she quietly made for the room where the sound was coming from, which was a decently sizable back room, hidden behind a short series of other backrooms. Miranda knew her way through winding, confusing layouts, however (after all, the underwater palace where she truly belonged was massive, and it was only too easy to get lost in), and managed to make it through alright, stepping lightly, earfins flicking at every tiny sound, listening carefully.

      Yet she arrived in the room without accident, and immediately saw Vera, the green gorgon standing out against the darker colors of decay that the old theater was in. There was no hesitation in the way Miranda rushed over to Vera, placing her bag against the wall and fishing out a small knife, switching it open to quietly cut the ropes binding Vera’s wrists. Once that was done, Miranda whisked her jacket from off her shoulders, draping it around Vera. 

                   But now Miranda had her own business to attend to.

      “Vera, I request you forgive me for this,” she whispered softly, not wanting to be heard, although there was definitely a building fury in her words, “but I beg that you let me handle this one myself.” Miri leaned down again, pulling out the bag that dulled the senses of anything placed in it, and the pair of good earplugs. “If you can wear these for me and make sure you can’t hear anything, I can make this one pay.”

          the  sound  of  crashing  seemed  fruitful  when  she  heard  the  footsteps  draw  closer.  unfortunately,  it  seemed  like  two  pairs  were  making  their  way  to  her  location.  FANTASTIC.  thankfully,  the  first  pair  was  friendly.

          eyes  would  roam  up  toward  the  princess  as  she  felt  her  hands  released  from  their  entrapment.  she  didn’t  move,  conserving  her  energy  as  much  as  she  could.  her  snakes  would  move  just  barely  at  the  prescence  of  miri.  one  of  them  would  rub  their  head  against  her  hand  when  she  leaned  forward. 

          ❝   don’t  really  have  the  energy  to  beat  him  myself.  he’s  wearin’  sunglasses  too,  so  the  good  ole  STONE  vision  isn’t  going  to  do  nothin’.  he’s  all  yours.  ❞   she  spoke  in  gentle  pauses,  body  already  starting  to  shut  down  in  an  attempt  to  force  her  into  HIBERNATION  to  protect  herself. 

          hands  would  reach  toward  the  ear  plugs,  taking  the  last  burst  of  energy  to  shove  them  in  her  ears.  she  had  at  least  enough  pride  for  that. 

18. a drunk text (considering the cat shit she’ll be high instead)

See, this is why Valerie never went to parties. She had been having a great time, just enjoying the mood and all, but then Polly decided it’d be a great joke if she slipped catnip into Valerie’s food and, well…

Being high wasn’t fun for Val like it was for everyone else.

To: ver ver ❤️

[ txt ]: vra

[ txt ]: vera

[ txt ]: cna u come pck me up

[ txt ]: not hving fun

[ txt ]: smone gvae me catnip nd now i cna hear evrythin. m scared

          anger  flared  through her  at  the  text  message. fingers  twitched,  as  if  she  was  pushing down  the  urge  to  hunt  down  who  had  spiked her  sister  and  wring  their  throat.  

          [  txt  ]:  on  my  way.

          hands  clenched as  she  practically stalked  out  of  the  home,  snakes  hissing and  up  on  end.  anyone who  crossed  her  path  knew  better  then  to  get  between  her  and  her  destination.  hands  almost  pulled the  door  off  it’s  edge  when  she  got  into  her  car.  the  drive  was  EXCRUTIATING.  especially  when  she  knew  her  sister  was  terrified.  

          whoever  did  this  was  going  to  not  be  able  to  see  straight after  this.  

          she  finally did  make  it  to  the  party,  and  she  slammed the  door  with  more  force  then  was  normal.  the  snakes  hissed intensely,  as  if  in  ANTICIPATION  for  what  was  about  to  begin.  

          the  door  was  almost thrown  off  it’s  hinges  when  she  kicked it  open.  a  large  high  heel  mark  sure  to  stay.  wood  CRACKING    from  the  impact.

          everyone  was  hushed.  not  many  had  seen  vera  truly  angry, so  it  was  both  an  awe  stricking and  terrifying  vision.

          ❝  where  is  valerie.  ❞  it  was  not  a  question.  it  was  a  demand.  she  stalked  through, snakes  snapping  at  a  few  party  goers  as  she  was  finally able  to  locate her  sister,  wrapping her  arms  around her  in  a  defensive  stance.

          eyes  scan  the  area.  

catch her cryin’   ///   accepting! @shadow-of-fear-and-doubt

          frustration  was  something that  affected  anyone. however,  vera  didn’t show  anyone  her  frustration.  she  did  not  allow  herself to  look  anything except  cool  and  collected  to  anyone  in  the  school. 

         she  was  the  popular girl,  she  was  someone  that  intimidated  anyone with  just  a  GLANCE.  she  dare  not  ruin  that  for  just  a  release  of  tension  that  was  CRYING. 

         however,  sometimes you  couldn’t  help  it.  so,  she  would  push  it  back  as  much  as  she  could. push  it  back  until  she  was  sure  that  she  had  privacy. 

         she  sat  in  her  room,  and  burrowed  her  face  into  her  pillow. a  shaking  breath escaped  her  as  she  felt  the  nerves of  the  day  sink  into  her  motions. nerves  that  were  brought  on  by  small  things  like  the  past  she  kept  on  the  down  low. 

         small  things like  a  sound  or  word  that  threw  her  back  into  the  past  and  made  her  mourn.  made  her  tense. 

         she’d  allow  herself  to  cry  when  alone.  however, she  did  not  expect  the  shadow  to  enter  her  room.  to  enter  it WITHOUT  PERMISSION. 

text messages   ///   accepting!15. a text for help@royalreef

this  was  annoying. 

more  than  annoying,  now  that  she  knew  that  she  would  have  to  ask  for  help.  asking for  help  went  against  everything the  gorgon  was  used  to.  everything  that  made  her  HER. however,  she  also  was  far  from  an  idiot. she  knew  that  she  was  NOT  going  to  be  getting out  of  this  on  her  own. 

hands  shook  as  she  took  out  her  phone, but  it  wasn’t out  of  fear.   

whoever  had  taken  her  to  this  place  knew  that  gorgon’s shared  snake  like  traits,  and  that  included moving  slowly  and  difficultly  in  low  temperatures. vera  could  barely move  her  hands  to  even  text. 

it  also  pissed  her  off.  this  fucker  HAD  to  pay.

so,  she  texted  the  most  savage and  merciless  person she  knew. 

[to:  merpartner in  crime  🐟  👑  ]

smooch the snake   ///   accepting!10. a kiss before leaving@shadow-of-fear-and-doubt​

          vera’s  eyes  would  roam  over  toward  the  shade,  a  smile  tugging at  her  features. the  dark  dress  she  wore  clung  to  her,  but  it  was  one  that  was  easy  to  move  in  in  case  the  meeting  with  the  other  mob  bosses went  backwards.  a  dagger  was  fitted  to  her  thigh  before  she  walked  to  them. 

         a  hand  move  to  take  the  bottom  of  their  chin,  laughing  quietly at  them. 

         ❝  don’t  TELL me  you’re worried.  you  do  know  who  they  are  dealing  with,  correct  ?  ❞

         the  hand  would  sweep  up  from  the  chin  toward  their  cheek,  taking it  and  pressing a  kiss  to  where  their  lips  would  have  to  be.  it  was  short, but  filled  with  her  smiling, her  COCKINESS. 

         a  pull  away,  and  she  was  looking  at  them  with  half  lidded eyes.