So Mainstream

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the hands wrapping around his body had caused liam to tense, lock up for a moment at the immediate thought of someone able to sneak up on him and pull him into a hug. it had taken the vampire a moment to realize it was miranda on his back, wrapping herself around him and pulling herself up on his body. 

his ears twitched, able to hear the shaky breaths, his hands slowly moving as he slid his phone into the front of his pocket, and adjusted himself. liam shifting and adjusting the fish on his back to make it more comfortable to him, and possibly for her as his hand reached up to pat her arms. 

( late ) MUNDAY MEME 

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ѩ - Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play?

yeah doesn’t everybody? it’s mostly character from other fandoms, but if i had to name a few i’d have to say katsuki bakugou, and damien lavey. i have a really hard time playing characters that are mean and hotheaded. mostly because i am not and i worry that if my characters are mean, people will think im mean and dislike me. silly i know but i can’t help it. 

Җ - What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing?

haven’t the foggiest ! i usually find my inspiration comes from ‘ this is cool ‘ and want to explore on that, but it’s not so much inspiration as it is just something i want to do? i dunno it’s hard to explain.

♬ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?

sometimes? i like to listen to music to get me in the mindset but the second i start typing i have to pause it or i will be distracted. 

ᚡ - Random fact about the mun?

you know that video of the dudes fighting abt wizard of oz? i can quote it word for word. do with that what you will 

ಹ - Share a story from your childhood!

i once burnt my hand cooking with oil. it was my first time ever and i didnt know i was supposed to use tongs to put it in bc my sister never told me so i burnt my right hand & fingers pretty badly. to this day, i hate cooking with oil 

෴ - Tell us about your day.

as of the time i got this ask, it was not good. i dont want to go into too many details of that day but it was emotionally draining and i spent a lot of it in tears 

⨕ - Are you a jealous role player?

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         there was a significant twitch of his eyebrow, knowing that that was an atrocious misspelling and mispronunciation of his name. sitting idly at one of the tables nearby while he waited for his coffee, phone in hand. 

        he waited for a moment, just to see if someone else was simply named that and went up to grab their coffee, benefit of the doubt that it wasn’t his coffee. but he very much doubted that was the case. ears flicking at any little movement. 

        but eventually he gave up, he had to get used to people not knowing his name some day, as he wandered to the counter. 

    “Ohhh - ?” Well that caught Miranda’s eye, with perked fins and leaning closer told Liam that he had her attention. “Like where? If I am going to join the Liam Side, then surely I want to make an informed decision of the perks you’re offering!”

     True, Miri was pretty sure Liam had no real dark side equivalent, and it would likely just be him doing hipster things - but Miranda was more than willing to play along with this joke since she thought some of those hipster things were fun!

        And really, even if there was some greater force Liam was a part of, Miranda would still go along with it. She liked Liam. He was one of her best friends.

        ❛ the perks are you get to hang out with me, ❜ naturally there were more perks. including the locations of many underground and unknown bars, cafe joints, store and the like. honestly it all depended on the day they hung out as the liam side always had a new place to go and a new thing to check out. 

         ❛ but that’s only one thing my side has. we have variety too! never in the same place, there’s always time to travel around and visit. you’ll certainly never be bored if you join the liam side, as you’ll always have a chance to find a place that suits your liking. ❜ 

She could answer truthfully. She could come clean, tell him of her secrets and her vices and what really happened the day she met Hope…but she’s not an idiot. As much as she knows Liam is not nearly as standoffish and cruel as he tries to portray himself, and as close as they used to be, she knows far too well how easy it is for one to turn on a witch of a peculiar affinity. Especially one that has the potential to put the truce between human and monster in jeopardy.

So, like any person in this situation, she does what she does moderately well. She lies her goddamn ass off.

“I’m assisting Vicky’s father. He’s making her a pet, but he’s already got quite a bit to do what with the regulating and the calculations to be made, so I’m doing the dirty work of getting the bodies.” I mean, it’s close enough to the truth, right? “I have to ask you not to tell anyone-it’s top secret. He wants to surprise her for her birthday-err, rebirthday, that is.”

“You understand, right?” 

        in his many years alive, liam had grown very good at reading people and figuring out cues and tricks to when they were lying to him. everyone had something different, and some hid it better than otthers but he always seemed to find something eventually. so as faith spoke, the vampire studied her with his eyes, the yellow almost seeming to glow in the darker light of the night while he studied her. 

        faith had always been harder to read, ever since he’d left the coven too, and they weren’t as close as they used to be. he used to be able to tell a lot from her actions, but maybe it was the awkwardness the two of them held at times that rusted his skills at figuring out what was wrong with her or if she was lying. so while he did feel something may have been off, he didn’t question it. the idea of her helping someone to give vicky a pet wasn’t implausible, though he wasn’t sure if the birthday was soon. 

          suppose being prepared helped.

    Back and forth, back and forth - under the bleachers Miranda paced. Her movements held the same jagged, rushed energy as a broken marionette, pulled along haphazardly by barely-connected strings.

     She was running herself ragged. If things weren’t bad enough before, the overwhelming guilt and shame certainly pushed Miranda further along, and she was burning the candle at every end it had. Pushing herself until she was sure the ground would collapse under her and she’d finally be consumed, too late to stop. It was hard to tell if she was about to crash, or if she already had crashed, and was now the careening, out-of-control semi, destroying all in its path.

     Her claws pushed under her jacket, scratching along her arms, running under her scales. Stress and her continued issues had weakened their bases, and every now and then she would feel one rip, and the distant sting of blood. Miranda would ignore them, brushing the scales off, leaving their pink pearlescence on the ground, and find somewhere else to scratch, to indulge her bad habit. Not that the school would know, not that they would see. If she hid, if she ran - they left her alone. The edges of her mind frayed, and the blame she took upon herself let in some of her worst mental maladies.

     She didn’t quite realize Liam had even arrived when he too, went looking under the bleachers for some peace and quiet. It was hard down there, after all, and both out of the way and unappealing to other students, which made it a perfect place to get away from everyone. With no game or training either, no one had any reason to slip down there. And Miranda was muttering quietly to herself, harshly, like she was having a conversation on a phone - except there was no phone in her hands. There was only Miranda, who was trying to go as pale as Polly, with the scales littered around her feet being swished by her flicking tail, tears beading at the corner of her eyes, and seeming to be having an angry, mumbled conversation with the air.

      That’s probably why she didn’t hear or notice Liam, pointedly staring down at the ground as she paced, off in her own world.

        liam, much like everyone else, had been spending this time processing what had happened. he had been witness to it, just another day within the cafeteria, pushing his food on polly after taking the photos he needed from it. the hobgoblin security guards easily fooled by their actions as the two students tried to deceive them into thinking they had been eating when the scream happened. it startled them into shock, startled him enough to cause him to freeze up and watch the horror unfold. 

       and the smell, the scent of rot was etched into him, and even now he could smell it, as though it lingered and wafted through the school as a grim reminder of that day. and he’d sent as many messages to brian as he could, before he turned his focus on finding and speaking with miranda. he doubted very much that she’d be the type of girl to simply lash out like that, not without some deep issue. he’d seen frenzies before, being around for over four centuries allowed him to see many things in both the human and monster world. 

       he found miranda, knowing all the places someone might be in order to hide away from the school and classes. he knew this school, every inch of it from skipping and late nights. his eyes took in the scene, ears twitching as he heard her muttering to no one, catching glimpse of the pink scales on the ground, that she seemed to have pushed off herself. a shudder to a thought he didn’t want to dwell on, slowly moving over towards her. hand reaching out and brushing along her shoulder. a fleeting touch merely done to get her attention, though it didn’t linger on her body.  in case she was hesitant about being touched in such a state. 

     “Yes, that was it - grief! For them to mourn that which was never before seen nor considered by their inconsequential minds, the sensation of loss, the mistaken foolishness they harbored, not considering how deep this truly goes!” Miranda’s enthusiasm returned to her, fins perking in excitement once again.

     Her own phone was withdrawn in a moment - quickly sending off a message to her planning serf that she would need to clear out one of the ground rooms of her castle as a workshop area and to move the needed equipment into it. Liam would certainly be pleased - Miranda skimped on nothing, including when it came to expensive, but much needed, tools for any creative outlook.

     That done, she took the time to peer over at Liam’s phone, pupils wide and curious as she leaned over to examine what he had pulled up.

     “If you are searching for rare materials, I could direct you through my library? The Merkingdom gathers plenty of little-known information and supplies, and I’m sure we have some stuff that you can’t get on land at all! So long as you are okay with not listing some of it about the piece itself - but doesn’t that make it all the more obscure?”

        ❛ yes! exactly, i couldn’t have said that better myself, even if i had tried. ❜  the vampire was just as enthusiastic as miranda, his eyes still settled on his phone but he had a very wide grin. a smile he rarely did in the company of others, where it showed off his fangs. but he certainly trusted miranda a lot to show this side of him. 

        his eyes did look up when she brought up the personal collection, seeing as the male was indeed looking for rare and harder to obtain materials. how else were they to make artwork to cause grief and loss in their fellow schoolmates. people were so used to seeing paint and macaroni used in art, no doubt they hungered for something new. these raw and hard to obtain materials would definitely spice up the art world. 

🙠 ⊰  @royalreef

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        ❛ no he’s rather tacky, if i do say so myself. ❜ liam muttered, pushing his glasses up on his face and keeping his eyes trained on the letters of his book. 

        talk of dmitri was not his favourite thing to do, if he was being honest. his past with the other vampire had left nothing more than sour and spiteful feelings towards him that liam was not shy of showing or uttering, even in the presence of the vampire. he’d fallen victim to him once and he vowed never again. 

        miranda though, the blessing that she is, did manage to bring a bit of a smile to his face. and a slight bit of a chuckle as he looked towards the merprincess, lowering what he had been reading to train her eyes on her with a slight devious smirk. 

🙠 ⊰  @royalreef​

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        liam’s eyes peered up from his phone as she started her musing, busying himself with inspiration for his next upload while she aligned her silverware.he hadn’t been expecting her to speak up while doing it, more than content to sit there in silence with her. miranda was just one of those people liam didn’t mind sitting with and not speaking to. she had that air about him, that was completely calming. 

       however, her words had left him slightly taken aback. the expression of fondness to him, the bombshell that she would trust him with her life. it was incredibly heartwarming to know— not to mention the handsome and alluring part making him fluster to the point of his ears turning a gentle pink from the flush. 

                                                     but he smiled. 

🙠 ⊰  @empatheticxangel

                      ( dream daddy sentence starters ) 

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        ❛ you sound exactly like a friend of mine, ❜ he commented, hands crossing over his chest as he looked towards him. 

🙠 ⊰  @marquisxofxlove

                          ( dream daddy sentence starters ) 

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        ❛ of course that would have to be you, i would never stoop so low as to throw a flaming tennis ball into the police station. ❜ liam rolled his eyes ever to slightly, before he focused back onto the screen of his phone, typing away as he usually did. 

     ❛ i wouldn’t be surprised to learn that damien was the one who talked you into such a thing, it sounds exactly like how one of his plans would go. attempting to burn down the police station in such a way. pathetic. you have to do slower damage. ❜ not that he condoned violence of any sort. 

🙠 ⊰ @necrodanger

                                  ( RANDOM QUESTIONS ) 

oh no,,,,, talking about my boy ,,,,, whatever will i ,,,, do :^) 

                                             ———— ( headcanons) ———— 

What do you like to drink on a hot day?

❛ i usually have a drink like water- or maybe a smoothie mixed with blood. i’m rather limited on what i can and can’t drink, due to being a vampire. ❜

What do you like to drink on a cold day?

❛ anything i can mix with my all liquid diet, of course. which is not a lot ❜

     “Oh - that’s much better! Quite recently I’ve discovered that some land folk will hide out and wait for you to get home, for plots as treacherous as ‘ surprise parties ’ and ‘interventions ’ and ever since then I have not been able to cease worrying about it! My people simply do assassinations and vanishings in the dark - I can think of nothing crueler than being caught and forced to admit to my emotional insecurities!”

     Back on track, Miranda circled the list of supplies they would need for this particular piece of artwork. While Liam might’ve been unusual in his own tastes, Miri had to admit, this particular endeavor really did excite her.

     “I cannot wait to get started - and with your delicate hand for philosophical meaning and my bountiful wealth of resources, I do not doubt this shall make all weep and cower in- in- …”

     Miri paused, tapping the end of her quill to her chin in thought, looking back at Liam.

           “What did you say the intended emotional response was for this, again?”

      ❛ yes but we needn’t have use for surprise when our art will be a surprise. we don’t need to invoke such panic and worry towards someone when they enter their house in the pitch black only to find two people that most definitely weren’t there before. such mainstream theatrics are below us. ❜

      liam adjusted his glasses ever so slightly, phone in hand as always while he researched the prices on certain things he would need to present the artwork in it’s full fashion, and though miranda could no doubt afford it all, the hipster naturally wanted to go with the least well known items he could find. how else would he invoke the TRUE raw emotion needed for their masterpiece? 

        his eyes traveled up to the fish, as he gave a bit of a smirk, a gleam in his eye to show sheer determination. 

🙠 ⊰  FAITH ( @necrodanger )

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      and then we have liam— stumbling upon his theme during a lurk through the graveyard, wanting to have gotten one of those aesthetic shots of it during the night, under the moonlight where the names of the graves could not be seen and it could remain anonymous while he was still able to post the photo for the very limited goth crowd on the internet. phone clutched in his hands as he stood there and simply stared at her. 

          this was ,,,,, awkward.

🙠 ⊰ ROYALREEF.( @royalreef )

                           ⟦ dream daddy sentence starters ⟧  

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❛ what? no no of course not doing so would be so cliche, so villain. i’d never be caught dead sitting and brooding in the dark like that. ❜